#same reaction

[fieriframes]

[WHAT IS THE CHEMICAL REACTION THAT'S HAPPENING HERE THAT'S GIVING IT THIS BROWN COLOR? IT'S THE SAME REACTION THAT HAPPENS ON THE OUTSIDE OF MEAT WHEN YOU SEAR IT. REALLY? IF I WANTED TO GET A LITTLE MORE TAN... BAD IDEA. SALT.]

[f1-obsessed333]

Okay that Max/GP interview was really good.

They didn’t just ask the “standard” questions and the vibe was so relaxed with cheeky Max out in full force.

-GP thinks of Max as his little brother( someone sedate me)

-They met up on holiday and all I’m saying is where is our holiday selfie???

-Max is competitive even at board games but is always shocked and disappointed of how bad he is at other sports.

-GP is better at paddle is they are playing a short game but Max is better if they do longer ones.

-GP thinks that Max sometimes does get bored when they are comfortably in the lead.

-Hearing about Barcelona 2016 from GP’s pov was really interesting.

-Max also talked a little bit more in depth about doing Le Mans with GP.

-When Nichola mentioned how Max could be a lot to handle at times all I thought about was how GP and Christian has said that Max is one of the easiest people to manage because he’s always honest and means well.

-They mentioned they had some arguments early in their relationship but it’s all good now that they really got to know each other.

-Max was really cheeky and jokey here and I wish more people got to see this side of him more often( as in the casual fans)

10/10 would recommend, pure serotonin to watch and listen to.

[alexxuun]

Everyday, it’s a-gettin’ gayer~🎶

[lyraofthestarsss]

You’re the number one fan of epic the musical??

WRONG

That title belongs to Jorge Rivera-Herrans!!!

[f1-birb]

THE HUGS

pics by Steven Tee and Sam Bloxham

[marc--chilton]

house, suddenly off-subject from whatever they were talking about before: you're wearing a new tie. you never introduce new ties at the end of the week, only the beginning

wilson, who is about to get read to filth and knows it:

[occudo]

Gertrude vs season5 Jon would be terrifying

two cats fighting in an alleyway but they are eldritch monsters and their supportive partners

[hermanthesturgeon]

There is absolutely a game where Neil gets slammed into the wall and it dislocates his shoulder, except that the force at which he then hits the court floor is so much that he cleanly gets it popped back in and then he's up like a shot as if nothing happened and all the foxes are just :O and Neil is like :|

And Andrew is in goal just pointing to the court doors with his racket just >:| and Neil slinks out to let Abby look at his shoulder.

[riyo-soka]

Asajj Ventress trouncing the main characters in a fight, straight up lying to people, and deciding to get the fuck out of there so the plot couldn’t catch her is so Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) of her and I couldn’t be happier

[fieriframes]

[LYE WATER MAKES THAT BEAUTIFUL BROWN COLOR AND A NICE GLOSS. AH. PERHAPS WE ARE ALL FICTIONS, FATHER, IN THE MIND OF GOD THAT'S GIVING IT THIS BROWN COLOR? IT'S THE SAME REACTION THAT HAPPENS ON THE OUTSIDE OF MEAT]

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I know those eyes.

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[seiwas]

cw: pro-hero bakugo, reader has boobs, kind of explicit/nsfw? idk i describe boobs, reader is smaller and shorter than bakugo, unedited sawry

bakugo's muscle tee looks as ill-fitting as it'll ever be draped over you.

there are reasons for this, perfectly founded and logical reasons for why that is—the main one being that, it's, well, his; two, maybe even three sizes larger than what it should be to fit you properly.

but, he can't stop staring, and there are reasons for that too—the main one being that, it's his, and yet, the only way he can ever imagine it now is when it's being worn by you.

your hips sway to the song you've been humming for the past five minutes. it's the same one, the chorus on a perpetual loop. he's sure it's the only part you know; you do this often enough that it's the only part he knows now, too.

the hem of his tee hits right at the top of your thighs, concealing just enough to tease, but he’s confident that if you reach up even the slightest bit for the cupboard overhead, there'll be nothing to hide.

he feels a little bit like a creep like this, watching as he stands in the middle of your shared living room, but it's impossible too look away—you've got to be doing this on purpose, right?

heat flares inside of him when you turn your body ever so slightly, the armhole of his muscle tee large enough to give him the clearest view of skin—

he gulps.

it's smooth, sloping just right; the side view of your under boob curves into its perfect shape and he can imagine it, feel—

(is this considered perving if he's been with you for years?)

the pan in front of you sizzles as you plop in god knows what. you pour in something from the side and wait, one hand propped on the hip you pop out. then, you pick up the pan, attempting to flip what's inside (probably a pancake, now that he thinks about it).

it’s hard to focus on what you’re cooking though, especially when all he sees is plump flesh jiggling, bouncing as you further agitate the pan.

he just got the pants of this suit readjusted, and now they're fucking tight.

bakugo normally runs hot; it’s kind of part of his dna. but this warmth is different, flushing him from head to toe. it creeps up the side of his neck, painting the tips of his ears a blooming red.

you turn around then, plopping the pancake on the plate atop the counter behind you.

"oh! you're done," you greet him with a smile. so. fucking. casually.

as if your tits aren't fucking peaking against the gray fabric of his tee.

as if you think he buys the fake innocence poorly concealing that sly, conniving look in your pretty eyes.

as if you aren't standing in front of him in his muscle tee, wearing nothing underneath it like you didn’t do this on purpose. like you don’t know what it fucking does to him.

his eyes squint suspiciously, deep vermillion staring straight into yours.

you tilt your head, the tips of your lashes kissing the top of your cheekbones as you blink. you reach for a bottle of honey.

“everything okay?” you ask, voice syrupy, sickeningly sweet.

your movements play in front of him languidly, the corner of your lips curling up slightly as you smirk. honey catches on your finger as you pop open the bottle cap.

he’s supposed to be out the door in five minutes if he wants to make it in time for a meeting at the agency. technically, he should already be there if he wants to keep up his track record of consistently being fifteen minutes too early.

but you start to approach him, rounding the kitchen island. there’s a narrow space between him and the slab of marble, but you slide into it like it was made for you.

he’s certain it was, from the way the tip of your nose brushes against his as you tiptoe. your tits are right fucking there, brushing against the skintight material of his suit.

there’s too much fucking fabric if you ask him, between cotton and spandex.

your grin widens, and he feels hot, the heat from his cheeks radiating.

then you whisper, still saccharine, “breakfast is ready,” before kissing him on the lips lightly. a short peck, soft in the way that promises more before you slip away, giggling in your retreat.

he huffs, watching you leave. his feet shift as he thinks.

five minutes, huh?

like hell he’s going to eat these damn pancakes for breakfast today.

[bbbbbbbbatman]

Bruce and Clark start dating and Clark finds himself spending more time around the batkids and whenever he's losing an argument he just says "yeah? well I fucked your dad."

It's very effective.

[silkhy-john]

“You already left kudos here” and the passive agressive “ :) ” like okay??? Yeah and so what about it? What if I want to leave 2 more? Or 5???

[lieu-rey]

it's so jov(i)er