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[radissonprayagraj]

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[ekweddingindia]

ABSOLUTE BARBECUES

[may12324]

Dunmeshi Sona of me and my gf. Yeah, the names are food versions of our own names, its on theme okay 🍝

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[catzz089]

Whenever someone thinks that my Mafia!Charles au is unrealistic, I’d like to remind them of the time Charles had dinner with a wanted criminal

[the-gayest-show]

world without wordgirl was certainly something.....

[gentlemensarts]

[barfouniverse]

Sophia Loren and Jayne Mansfield at a dinner party given by Paramount Pictures to welcome Loren to Hollywood. Romanoff's restaurant, Beverly Hills, April 12, 1957. 

[angelx1992]

[dead-juniper]

been thinking about the name Angel for her but idk

[artificialjealousy]

My first stolen meme (I totally didn't just ask permission because I Know Him lmao)

[climbdraws]

I was gonna make Peppermint Bark & didn't realize the mints I used were 50% Peppermint and 50% cinnamon mints. Should we proceed with the Spicy Mint Bark?

[its-where-the-wild-things-are]

[catzz089]

*appears from thin air* snippet… pls pls pls

Sighs deeply heavily and aggressively. Come and get your munch

“No.”

“Max-”

“No. Vic I’m not changing my mind on this. I don’t know you or mum. In case you don’t recall, I was left with him when I was eight. The last time I tried to fucking speak to you, you handed the phone straight off to Jos and let him scream at me for hours and you never even bothered to check in. I’m tired of putting in effort for you two when you don’t care about me. Because if she ever fucking cared she wouldn’t have signed off full custody without a second thought.”

“It was better for you.” She argued, “With the racing and the training, you needed someone who could help you with that. It was the best option.”

“I was a punching bag,” He sneered, “I learned to cover up bruises at eight fucking years old. Do you think it ever got any better? And what about when I fucked up my wrist so badly I couldn’t race anymore? What was the reason then? Was it just too much of an inconvenience to try and get me out? Mum did nothing for me. I’m not leaving my home for her.”

Victoria was glaring now. “She was scared, Max. She was fucking terrified. We both were. Jos wasn’t a good man, what do you think he would have done to her? You were an issue Max. You got unhappy then you started taking drugs and failing every single fucking class. Mum didn’t know how to support that. And if we’d known dad wanted our phones to call you, maybe we wouldn’t have let him have them! But as it stood, a drunk, aggressive man was screaming at us from outside. We did what we could.”

“What do you think happened to me? Why do you think I became such an issue,” He spat the word out, “Nobody did anything for me. I did what I could to feel better, and I quit when it made me feel worse.” He fumed.

“Look, are you coming home or not?” She hissed.

Max didn’t need to respond.

Victoria searched his face for answers, for a yes. She wouldn’t find it.

Victoria scoffed one last time, somehow drenched in more disdain than before and stormed off without so much as a second glance.

Max watched her leave, and collapsed down onto the table once she was gone. His head knocked harshly against the hard wood, but he couldn’t muster up the energy to care even when the pain he forgot about starting ringing harshly again.

Max paid and left silently soon after.

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Max wasn’t really sure where he was, or where he was going. His mind was moving faster than his feet and when he finally came to he was sat on the edge of the harbour, looking out across the sea.

The midnight blue waves crashed against each other sending sparks of water at his face. It was refreshing, any other night it would have been calming.

His head throbbed still, clouding the edges of his vision and threatening his balance. He wished he had some painkillers.

He curled his legs up, hugging them to his chest. The moon stared down at him; It was full and bright and overwhelming. He turned his head back down, the waves were too restless to show reflections anyway.

It was only then, when he came to the slow conclusion that no, he hadn’t brought his jacket, and yes, it was fucking freezing.

He must have looked a sight. Hunched over on the dock in a deep red waistcoat, ironed black shirt and pristine dress pants whilst gripping at his own hands in some vague attempt of grounding himself.

At least he wasn’t crying yet.

“Max?”

[gentlemensarts]