#drop👑

[primonizuto]

imagine you are a short cunt with four failchildren and you just died on a plane toilet only for your impossibly tall brother to turn up to your funeral absolutely swagged out in a tasteful blazer and turtleneck combo

[patito-oward]

one of my favorite pieces of indycar lore is beadgate, also referred to as tubgate, and it is TRULY not talked about enough. in case any of you don’t know, here’s a deep dive into the lore.

to really get the full effect you have to rewind to may of 2021. for anyone who doesn’t know all of the drivers basically live in a lot together in motorhomes for the month of may. rossi returns to his bus one day to see that his golf cart had been put up on blocks, had the wheels taken off, and the wheels were now on top of his motorhome; see below:

so alex, because he’s the most predictable human alive, is furious. he’s determined to find out who did this and get revenge on them. eventually he breaks down sweet baby colton, who originally helped conor with the golf cart on blocks, and colton tells him it was conor.

alex had already narrowed it down to conor, but colton confirmed it. alex even overhears a call between conor and colton where conor is panicking thinking alex is onto them. then alex starts a deliberate plan to get him back and make his life hell. despite being very adamant that he had nothing to do with the golf cart conor is very careful because he knows revenge is coming.

throughout the next week and a half-ish alex tries everything to get conor back. conor is being very careful to lock his bus and car whenever he’s away, and he’s also stopped using his golf cart completely and hidden it somewhere at the speedway. alex is so dedicated to doing this that he finds out who conor was going on a date with that night (because conor was a bit of a whore before his girlfriend), dms the girl on instagram, and gets her in on this prank.

he basically asked her to keep an eye out for his motorhome keys in the car or on him, she says she doesn’t see him, but tells him where they went for dinner. rossi goes to this restaurant, convinces the valet to give him the keys to conor’s car and looks for the keys to his bus, they aren’t there. then, not willing to give up, he goes to conor’s house and breaks in, still can’t find the keys.

finally, he heads back to the speedway and decides he’ll fuck with his golf cart instead, but like i said, conor’s golf cart is MIA. rossi starts a search party for this golf cart, he has everyone he knows, including doug boles (president of ims and conor’s step dad), looking for this golf cart and they can not find it. he calls it off for 2021, but promises that he’s not done yet, and now has a whole year to plan his next prank.

a whole year goes by, it’s may 2022, and because conor is who he is he decides an inflatable hot tub is an absolute need for his motorhome.

he is so proud of himself for this thing and is showing it off to everyone, and the absolutely diabolical alex rossi sits back and laughs maniacally as everything falls into place.

alex does extensive research (as he does on most things) and finds out exactly how many orbeez it would take to fill the hot tub, and on tuesday morning of practice week he sneaks over to conor’s hot tub, and 4 hours later conor goes to show off his hot tub to someone and finds this:

conor is furious and on the hunt for who would’ve done this, he, wrongly, assumed that it was done monday night and therefore couldn’t be alex because alex was with him. the whole week goes by, and he still doesn’t know who it is, until the night of the victory banquet when alex drops this:

anyways this is my favorite thing ever hope you all enjoy as much as i do

[my-little-random-world]

YAS QUEEN 👑

I will never get over this. NEVER!

[clockwork-carstairs]

jem and julian: i’m not good with words / idk what im talking about 😓😪🗣️🚫🙅‍♂️

jem and julian:

You speak of sacrifice, but it is not my sacrifice I offer. It is yours I ask of you. I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope that you wil not care that I am being selfish in trying to make the rest of my life - whatever length - happy, by spending it with you. – jem “i’m not good with words i prefer using music” carstairs

When you love someone, they become a part of who you are. They're in everything you do. They're in the air you breathe and the water you drink and the blood in your veins. You know their dreams because their nightmares pierce your heart and their good dreams are your dreams too. And you don't think they're perfect, but you know their flaws, the deep-down truth of them, and the shadows of all their secrets, and they don't frighten you away; in fact you love them more for it, because you don't want perfect. You want them. – julian “nothing i’m just talking” blackthorn

[frozenfrogz]

My wife 💗

[dramatic-dolphin]

[lavender-bea]

Yuki went off track, saved it, and still got out of SQ1, despite only using 10% of his power

[lady-corrine]

The singers dubbed her the Realm’s Delight, for she was bright and precocious — a beautiful child who was already a dragonrider at the age of seven as she flew on the back of her she-dragon Syrax, named for one of the old gods of Valyria. (TWOIAF)

At seven, she became a dragonrider, taking to the sky on the young dragon she named Syrax, after a goddess of old Valyria. (F&B)

[citruscloudsandmoon]

A GOLD FOR 🇵🇰🇵🇰🇵🇰 AFTER 32 YEARS!!! 😭😭😭

ARSHAD YOU ABSOLUTE BEAST!!!

We really, truly needed this win!!! 😭🥹😭

[weywookitswestwood]

How this scene really went

[t-u-i-t-c]

them

[ruins-and-rewritez]

I absolutely adore that Kanej has the outward appearance of being a deep but reserved relationship when it's actually Kaz loving her absolutely ferally with no self control when it comes to her safety/well being and Inej demanding respect and honesty from him at the risk of scaring him off like the queen she is

[beif0ngs]

Gigante Fleur!

[cyravillaria]

I-

Artist whoever you are just.. ty🥹

[yoursaltytears]

Mysaria to Daemon when he comes back.

[ephemeral-winter]

Obsessed with this guy’s report to his funding body about an academic conference c. 1999:

Stimulated by Messrs Trautmann and Ekman, the delegates then undertook informal discussions in "break-out groups." You are probably familiar with this alarming term, "break-out groups." A break-out group is not a cohort of escaped prisoners, as one might think or even hope, but a random selection of folks, very often complete strangers to each other, who are presumed to form instant affinities thicker than blood in the simple act of breaking out, that is, in sitting together in a group of ten or a dozen. Break-out groups derive, I believe, from the world of church youth movements and self-help organizations; and they are probably pretty effective when the topic under discussion is one's spiritual quest or one's sexual addictions. Problems of intellectual property, alas, do not seem sufficiently magnetic to induce the spurious intimacy characteristic of the successful break-out group. One delegate—I shall not name him—broke out of the break-out group and sat in sullen, silent isolation a few yards away. He uttered but one sentence: "I do not break out."