#okay but that's. almost sweet?

[beastofwant]

also shoutout to hermes for sponsoring my nyc trip I guess

[yashley]

imogen & fearne in c3e94

[apencilandpen]

this is how we're supposed to be

[moonshynecybin]

[regarding my latest Rosquez and because the idea came when I saw your tags on that text post] Austria 2023 (10th GP of the season, first Sunday race Marc finished last year), Marc going to Vale on Sunday night and asking him for something to smoke (“Oh, come on, don’t make this face, you’re Valentino Rossi, of course you can get whatever you want wherever we are in the World”)

Anyway, they end up sitting next to each other, passing the blunt back and forth in silence until Marc says “Everyone’s making a huge deal of the fact I finally finished a race on a Sunday but the only reason I finished is because I didn’t push. Not pushing put me P12. I don’t race to finish 12th.”

Valentino also asks him if he’s started thinking about his options and Marc chuckles, asks him “Why? You’re offering me a job?” and Valentino laughs, half-evades the question with something like “You deserve a good bike, everybody deserves to see you at your best”.

If Marc gets cold, I think there is a chance that Valentino wraps his arm around his back.

Marc does not let his head fall againt Valentino’s shoulder.

marc genuinely not knowing where to get weed and going to valentino is so funny… save me dirtbag… save meeee

i think marc going to vale is also insane in this context bc marc was crashing alllll the fucking time then like notably more than usual not even finishing races just a miserable time. and then he goes FINE i will have to be content with mediocrity bc constantly crashing like that isn’t sustainable, but he’s also probably so MAD and frustrated about it bc he’s never been content with mediocrity in his life!!! so like. marc is most likely in an insane headspace here wrt his overly competitive little brain. truly i think the way he sees it, his two options are both intolerable: injury or mediocrity. because winning is not an option. hell world. leaving for gresini but not quite ready to let go world.

so he’s like. keyed up here. anxious and trapped results-wise in a situation that is just as painful as his arm injury but for entirely different reasons. and going to vale about it is insane bc divorce but! i could see him being desperate and not being popular or comfy enough in the paddock to know literally anyone else with drugs (and anyone else that he is a. in love with and b. able to relate to about specific ass sporting woes. literally you can’t fix this one with a surgeon buddy you need the DOCTOR.) so he reaches out again like he so often does…

HOWEVER !! i think this situation is also fucking BANANAS from vale’s emotional standpoint. like even outside of being his nemesis’s weed supplier (truly i think some part of him is like GOD okay needs to chill out so fine i’ll give him some pot. like perhaps no one else on earth has needed a hit more), it’s crazy in the context of vale’s myriad theoretical complexes about marc’s riding style. like. insane for him.

so it’s going fine until marc brings it up to him maybe after a few puffs. they’re like loose with weed and giggly (and a little unconsciously handsy. somehow marc’s head IS on vale’s shoulder but that’s just bc it’s cold and he fits there. and weed. no other reason dwai.) and!! maybe vale is relaxing into it. letting marc lean back against him and remembering how uncomplicated this can be. thinking about marc’s pink cheeks that first time he took a hit off of vale’s joint back in 2014, and how he’d teased vale for thinking he would cough. but marc shifts a bit, chewing on his cheek, clearly working through some residual stress. and he brings it all up bc he needs advice about his dogshit situation and vale is literally the only yardstick he will EVER measure himself with, but vale reads it as him almost like. asking vale for absolution concerning his riding habits and the risks he takes. which is something vale at this point can under no circumstances give him. because he’s stillllllll terrified he’s going to lose marc. so he pulls away and marc’s side is suddenly cold and it implodes from there…

[thefandomchaos]

Everyday I’m disappointed when I remember we never got Dean carrying Sam. Either Bridal or piggy back but still- Imagine Sam being injured, unconscious or really out of it and Dean just says “fuck it” and picks Sam up and carry hims? Like I know this all comes down to if Jensen even could but I think he could have carried Jared Piggy Back Style- if this moment from VanCon2016 is anything to by…

[samarecharm]

Love being able to write. I can do whatever i want. I can make Ryuji interact w Lala-chan and u literally cant stop me.

[nat1nonsense]

is anyone else still thinking about this or is it just me and the lesbian cowgirl from bells hells?

[disposal-blueeee]

VARGASTOBER - day 1 : edgar vargas

[r0nnietherat]

Someone explain the metaphor to me like I’m a child

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

ari what do you mean u write fics on ur phone 😭 how are u just casually writing 8.9k + words on your phone 😭😭

PHDJDHUDHD IS THAT NOT NROMAL?????????????? I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE STANDARD PROCEDURE HAVE I BEEN DOING IT WRONG THIS WHOLE TIME 😭😭😭😭 i literally want to write on my laptop SO bad just for the aesthetic but i can never get into it….. 😞😞😞

wait alexis i have to know ok . what is ur usual writing method …. do u have any rituals 🎤🎤 i am looking to learn . all i do is drink lots of coffee and hope for the best i cant keep living like this

[rainymoodlet]

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love

From nobody. 🌵

[boilingrain]

Making Barbara really good at healing isn't enough, I need her to be able to KILL

[t1m3ly]

I like the hc that says that Sebek is best friends with Epel's meemaw and regularly sends her letters and vice versa but I raise you this: Sebek Zigvolt is friends with EVERYONE'S parents

[imgonnabethatone]

Okay, but for the purposes of comedy.

Philza can't cook for shit. He hates cooking, he doesn't bother with anything more complicated than a jacket potato. If there is a task related to food, he lets Chayanne do it. If he is forced to cook, then he does the sloppiest job imaginable. The result is filling, and it might even be edible, but just barely.

However, Philza can make a mean drink. If a guest comes over, then they won't ask him for food, but they will gladly have a cup of whatever he has at the moment. For Cellbit, black coffee is always ready (he is rarely around and has plenty, but it's mostly about being a good host, anyway), for Tallulah - a cup of sugary chamomille tea, and so on. Only, like, four people on the whole island know that he doesn't care for the stuff, and still makes it like he's had much practice. He doesn't.

He also doesn't have patience for cocktails, but when the needs must (for example, to get his team so fucked up on booze that they straight up stop feeling pain), he brews some wicked cider and then makes it even more alcoholic, because why wouldn't he, really. It still tastes good, somehow.

It's the most annoying talent he has ever possessed. He will never use it after the Purgatory. For now, though, it might just help them survive.

[angbands-last-hero]

Deamhan and Kalwaith (@captainderyn) , aka Flint and Foxtail, had recently accomplished their second trial for The Silent Hand and through teamwork they were successful in looting the Bree Crafting Hall!

It was fun roleplaying them together, Kal is the type who seems a bit reluctant to let people near her whereas Dea is quite the opposite XD Anyways, I think that a friendship will bud between these two :')

Also I will actually draw a background someday...I swear....someday....that will happen

[softquietsteadylove]

Idk if this is kinda random but i think a Wanted AU could be interesting, Thena is intimidating and doesn’t talk a lot just like Fox, and Gilgamesh is a little funny & little quirky gentleman just like Wesley☺️

Gil sighed as the bullet just barely clipped the edge of Wilbur hanging from the ceiling rack. He set down the weapon, trying to stand against the weight of Phastos' glare.

"Still?" Ajak asked with her hands on her hips.

Gil scrubbed his hand over his face. He thought he had made great progress too. He wasn't getting his ass kicked by Ikaris nearly as much, he was getting better at his agility training with Thena running on the trains. He had even caught that stupid shuttle.

Thena eyed him. She didn't say much, and what she did say was usually to berate him for being too soft. She was quite the opposite. She was hard and sharp and polished. He never saw her in the recovery baths.

Well, he did once. She had climbed right out, even looked at him as she did. He had gone right back underwater, red as a beet. He was pretty sure all she'd done was laugh.

Thena looked at Ajak, nodding her head. Ajak may have looked faintly surprised but nodded. Thena walked lazily away from their table.

Gil looked between them, his blood already running cold. His head whipped back and forth, "n-no, I-I-I can't--this is-"

"Curve the bullet," Ajak ordered.

"No, I-I can't, I'll-!" Gil looked at where Thena was standing in front of their trusty shooting dummy. She looked at him evenly, as if there were no question he would make the shot to the target directly behind her. A shot he had yet to get close to.

"Curve," Ajak repeated, "the bullet."

"You're insane," he snapped, but everyone was just standing there. He looked at Thena again, "I won't!"

She just looked at him. She thought he could do it.

He gulped. What if he failed again? What if he grazed her? What if he full on shot her?!

Thena was the only one who had been even remotely nice to him. Well, maybe nice was a stretch. But she had been tasked with training him, and when everyone else seemed determined he was a dud, she had kept working with him.

She had taught him to keep up with her on the train roofs, taught him how to navigate Ikaris' beatings and Kingo's target practices. He had even learned about the story of her past, and that the tattoo on her back helped reclaim the skin scarred and burned from the man hired to kill her father.

Thena was, for better or worse, his only friend here, in a lot of ways.

"Shoot around her," Ajak pressed, revealing more of the side of her that really scared him. "Or through her."

He stared at Thena again, though. He couldn't take that chance. Training was one thing, but he refused to be responsible for sending her to the recovery baths for something as serious as a failed shot.

"Gil."

Everyone looked surprised as she spoke. The Fox didn't speak much, after all, unless it was to tell someone they were being a hindrance to her.

But she looked at him without a hint of worry. Her eyes were so pretty. "Take the shot."

"But," he floundered, sounding like a little kid about to piss his pants. But he couldn't--he just couldn't. What if he hurt her?

"You'll be fine."

Gil let out a breath. He could do this. Thena believed he could do this. And this was after she had watched him get the shit kicked out of him, by everyone here including herself.

"He's ready," she argued to Ajak, who remained relatively unmoved. She was vouching for him (with her life, at that). She had every faith that he wouldn't let anything happen to her.

This from the woman who told him not to trust anyone or anything.

Gil took a few rapid breaths. He looked at Thena, her blonde hair, her pretty green eyes, the fall of her shoulders. She was relaxed. He picked up and fired in the same motion, twisting his wrist as if he were throwing something.

They all watched as the bullet flew, rustling through Thena's hair on its way past her. She didn't even blink, waiting until the sound of it hitting their target behind her let her smile. "See?"

Gil panted. He couldn't be as sure as her, but he had managed not to hit her. That was good enough for him, for now.

"He is ready," Ajak finally agreed, having witnessed the evidence for herself. She chuckled, though, attending to other matters calling her name. "He'll have his first assignment within the week."

Gil watched everyone else leave, only he and Thena remaining. "You didn't have to make yourself a target."

She smiled, and he could almost imagine she was proud of him instead of just amused. She sauntered back over, swaying her hips to show her humour. "You hit it, did you not?"

"You seem awfully sure I would," he grumbled as she returned to his side.

Thena looked at him, settling her hands on her hips. She was such a little thing for being an assassin. But the Fox specialised in bladed kills. She didn't need to physically out-muscle her targets. "You have all this pressure built up inside of you. From the moment I found you, I could see The Sight in you trying to escape. But you repress it so firmly."

Gil shrugged, dragging his finger along the edge of the table. She had a habit of making him act like a boy around his first crush. "When you're a big guy, you make people kinda nervous. I don't want anyone to be scared of me."

Thena's shoulders loosened further, maybe even seeming to drop. "You're sweet, Gil. And I don't mean it in a good way."

Of course she didn't. He sighed; he wasn't exactly unfamiliar with being scolded around here for being a normal dude.

"You're soft, and the rest of them," she nodded towards the door, indicating her comrades--people she had known for most of her life. She frowned, "know it. And they'll feed off it, if you give them the chance."

He raised an eyebrow at that. They were like family here at the textiles factory, he hadn't expected there to be dissent between them.

"Let out some of that pent up pressure," she concluded, patting his shoulder on her way to also go about her day. "I would love to see you give Ikaris another thorough beating."

He had enjoyed that.

"Look at your old life, maybe, see how far you've come," she shrugged, turning and walking out the last few steps backwards to look at him. "I seem to recall you had a girlfriend, disloyal as she was. Perhaps some breakup sex would help you blow off some steam."

Oh yeah, he hadn't thought his girlfriend - actually, it was probably pretty safe to call her his ex at this point - since...since meeting Thena.

He blushed, and he heard Thena laughing about it all the way down the stairs.