#so I'll be without a car for

[flufflecat]

Guess who got into a fucking car accident

[mrmeepsmadmind]

this photo fucking kills me bcs it's smoke swearing in his mind

' if this goddamn pig shirks us or pulls up with armed whites, i'm raining hellfire in five seconds.' Always on Edge

&& then there's stack thinking

'im rollin THE BEST cigarette 😸😸😸 !!'

(says that abt all the cigs he gets to roll for smoke and or anyone, for that matter)

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[scuderia-hamilton]

the thing that bothers me most about the whole McLaren team orders thing and just the management in general, is that i wish they would just own up to it. like admit that you prioritize one driver over the other, that you have a clear first and second driver system and call it a fucking day. they wouldn't be the first or the last team to operate like that. there's absolutely no need to put on this show of having two number one drivers and they have the strongest driver line up on the grid when you actively show that you prioritize one over the other.

they've spent all of winter break being like oh, yeah our drivers will start with clean slates and we will give them equal chance and opportunity to win, but then first race comes around and they hold one of them back. and they always hide behind strategy and excuses and half of the time it does not make sense.

this is not even directed towards Lando, cause i get it in a way, he's been there since 2019, he's more experienced, i get why they'd choose him. but then choose him. like stand in front of the press and have the guts to say that, yes, although we have two amazing drivers, we are going to hold one of them back, because we prefer the other one. that simple.

i'm so tired of this forced narrative, that they're paying attention to both of them, cause when push comes to shove and race weekend is here, 90% of the time only one of them gets the preferential treatment and it's not Oscar. and sure, call me bitter and biased, but it is so unfair. and it's a shit situation for both of them to be honest and McLaren can brag about having one of the strongest driver line ups on the current grid all they want if they do not know how to manage them and maximize their performance. they're wasting both of their talents away and ultimately i will not be surprised if that will cost one of them the championship.

[greenzilla4]

[ ooc : hey chat, not gonna be too active today. As much as I'd love to spend my birthday on tumblr, my family will hate me lmao. ]

[impossiblepluto]

Jack strolls into the house, heading immediately for the kitchen, and continuing the animated conversation that occupied the entire drive over. That he was alone in the car and upon entrance has gained an audience doesn't break his stride-- pace or verbal deluge. Mac's a smart guy, he'll pick up the topic and register his opinions-

Within the depths of the fridge, Jack stops short, bumping the back of his head as he quickly backs up, straightening, and staring intently into the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, Mac stares back. 

Jack crosses his arms as the refrigerator door swings closed. "What's wrong?"

Mac's gaze darts around the room as though searching for whatever raised Jack's hackles, before returning to Jack. "What do you mean?"

"Something's wrong." Jack takes a step toward the living room. He too scans the room, though his stare is slower, piercing and precise before lingering on Mac. 

"Something's wrong?" Mac repeats with an air of skepticism.

"Yeah. Why are you repeating me?"

Mac scoffs. "I'm not repeating you." Before Jack can retort, Mac shakes his head and continues. "I'm trying to figure out how you can walk in here, distracted by an argument you were waging against yourself, yet still apparently losing, barely look around and declare that something is wrong.” 

"Oh ho,” Jack leans a shoulder against the wall. “You are good."

"I'm good? Wait. No. I'm still not repeating." Mac squeezes the bridge of his nose. "I am just sitting here."

"Yeah,” Jack’s brow furrows. He straightens, feeling the pieces of the puzzle beginning to come together like he’s that one French detective from the movies Bozer makes them watch, and steps into the living room. “You’re sitting. On the couch."

"That is why I brought it. It's not just for you to sleep on."

"Sitting on the couch like a normal person sits on the couch. Not sprawled across it like a teenager with limbs askew in all directions just begging for back pain and bad posture.” 

Mac snorts but it lacks amusement. He doesn’t rise to the usual ‘tease Jack about getting old’ bait like he normally would. 

“So, you want to tell me what’s up?” Jack sits on the old trunk which doubles as a coffee table. 

"I... " Mac sighs and splices together three or four words under his breath.

Jack squints, tipping one ear closer to Mac, trying to decipher the mangled phrase. “Say again?” 

Looking up, Mac enunciates, "I tweaked my knee."

Jack winces. "Trail running? I told you you need some better shoes if you're gonna be out there jumping over logs and scaling mountains."

"I wasn't trail running." Mac pauses between his words as though each one is painfully eking out.

Jack cants his head.

"I stood up wrong."

Jack's face twitches. He's a government agent, damn it. He's got a better poker face than this.

"Shut up," Mac glowers.

"I'm sorry." Jack swallows his emotions. It’s not amusement. He’s not sure what emotion he would call it, but it’s sure not amusement. He’d never find anything funny about Mac getting injured. If anything, this emotion is concern. “You stood up... wrong?"

“It’s not funny.”

“No. It’s not funny. I’ve been sitting here thinking it’s not funny,” Jack defends himself. 

“You’re smirking.”

“I’m not smirking. I wouldn’t smirk if I heard you got hurt.”

“Even if I hurt myself by standing up weird?” 

“No.” 

“Oh. Thought maybe you’d see this as some sort of payback.”

“You mean for the fifteen years I’ve spent sharing my wisdom with you and you ignore it because you’re young and your joints still work like they’re supposed to and you couldn’t imagine waking up one day and suddenly something as simple as standing up can leave you limping and hobbling around for the rest of the day?” 

“Yeah.”

“Nah.” 

“Oh okay. Thought maybe it would be something like that.” 

“And I could see how you might think that. A less sensitive, empathetic man might.” 

Mac hums. 

“You need an ice pack?” 

“I’ve been thinking about getting one.” Mac sighs, looking toward the kitchen. “Don’t want to try getting up yet though.”

“Do you need a doctor?”

“No.”

Jack eyes him carefully.

“I did think about it-” Mac hurries to continue as Jack stares harder. “I want to wait it out. If I’m wrong you can gloat.” 

“I wouldn’t gloat either.” 

“Right. No smirking. No gloating. Got it. I’ll remind you.” 

Jack stands, knees creaking. “No smirking from over there either.” 

“No smirking.” Mac winces in sympathy at the sound. 

Jack pats Mac’s shoulder as he passes. 

“You were like my age when we met.” 

“Huh, I guess so. About a year older.” Jack grabs an ice pack from the freezer and returns to the living room. 

“I remember thinking you were ancient.” Mac reaches out to accept the proffered ice pack.

“Hey!” Jack withdraws his hand before the exchange is made.  

“At twenty-one you seemed old. Listening to the way you groaned when you got out of the humvee, that seemed a whole lot older than I feel now. Or at least older than I felt this morning.”

Jack nods in concession as he settles on the couch next to Mac and passes over the ice pack. Mac claps it on his knee. With a groan he raises his leg and positions it on a pillow.

“One day you’re able to sit all curled up like a pretzel, and the next you sneeze and can’t turn your neck for three weeks.” 

“I am almost sorry I teased you all these years.”

“Almost?”

“Well, I mean, compared to me you’re still like ancient. I have a few good years of teasing before it comes back to bite me.”

Jack opens his mouth to protest, then purses his lip. “You know, I’d grab that ice pack and run but honestly, watching you try to move that leg makes me hesitant to try it.” 

“It wasn’t fun.”

“Didn’t look like it was. Last thing we need is to explain to Matty how the both of us got taken out getting up from the couch.” 

Mac flops back on the sofa, blond hair splaying against the cushions. He drops his arm across his eyes. “That’s going to be almost as much fun as moving my leg.”

“I don’t envy that.” Jack leans forward with a grunt and scoops up the remote control. “Die Hard?”

Mac shrugs, eyes still covered by his arm. “Might as well. Don’t think I’m moving for a bit.” 

“Yippee-ki-yay.”

[kitkatyes]

come get y'alls phe-octo-nix (au ramblings under the cut)

i viserally feel that, before escaping the deep Z metro, phoenix gets partially sanitized like agent 3 does in octo expansion. in my mind, they're so close to escaping-- like, the see the exit when BAM

✨goop ✨

i mean, its a miracle they haven't been fully controlled yet

reggie and prism are so concerned when they loose contact with them. The pair have been working non stop and now suddenly Phoenix has gone no contact???! One of them ventures in to save them (prolly gonna be reggie, lets be so real with ourselves) and its sorta like, trying to get someone to remember you-- think of it like that scene from httyd 2 where toothless first gets controlled by the Bewilderbeast

phoenix is still like, fully out of it though and blindly attacks bc they don't know whats happening and its not like they've ever seen reggies or prisms faces before

i like to think phoenix usually despises any gun-adjacent weapon (like the splattershot, e-liter and dualies) and will actively go against using them in the levels but, when in this controlled state, they use that octo shot

[sainz100]

Wednesday of Test Week at Bahrain | February 26, 2025 | 📸

[ourstarsystem]

whoever decided that pedestrians should cross the street at the same time cars can turn should have their corpse dug out of their grave and beaten with baseball bats. im a pedestrian by the way

[dimonds456]

Grits my teeth. One of these days I'm gonna rant about HTTYD 3. I hate that movie. I hate it so much. It's such a slap in the face to the entire rest of the series. I keep hearing people praise it like "yeah the other movies are about Hiccup and Toothless as a pair, but this is a movie about them as individuals " THEY WERE ALWAYS INDIVIDUALS! THATS WHAT THE FIRST MOVIE IS ABOUT! ITS WHAT MAKES THEIR RELATIONSHIP SO SPECIAL!!

I've only come across one HTTYD 3 negative video essay I like and it doesn't even cover HALF of why I dislike this fucking thing. The movie pretends TK have seen the rest of the series, but if that were true, it would actually KNOW how to write Ruffnut as someone other than this lovesick dumbass. It would know Tuffnut isn't fucking ableist towards Hiccup?? Snotlout would not fucking make fun of Hiccup like that or insult Stoick.

It completely removes their development from the TV series. Race to the Edge is the best Dragons media out there aside from the first movie and I stand by that. But if this movie's writers has seen it they'd know how much of a joke it is that Hiccup and co can't take on Grimmel. GRIMMEL IS JUST VIGGO AGAIN BUT WAY WORSE. I HATE HIM.

I need to save it. I need to save it. But ooooooo you guys have NOT heard the last from me about this. I have this stupid movie so much.

[just-venting-about-him]

Well guys I guess we are couple now? Kinda? I guess?

Like ok, we havent actually talked about it. But we spent about 4 hours together. Talked, hold hands and kissed. A lot. Lot lot.

Dont really know what else to tell you. It was amazing. Like my dreams actually coming true. My heart is still pounding remembering it.

We were also seen by few folks and acquaintances. So its only a matter of time before the whole village know. Which isnt the gratest. Not really ready for everybody to know. For sure not my parents. But well. It will work out somohow in the end. He is worth it for me.

Not sure what will become of this blog. Now that it actually happened. I will keep it. And probably post sometimes? Like some of the problems coming with age-gap relationship. And how I deal. Just some venting like always. Some nice thing as well I guess

[bunnyboy-juice]

OH MY GDD I FORGOT TO TELL YALL MY WIFE CAME HOME YESTERDAY AND JUST. WOOP. PICKED ME UP LIKE NOTHING. AND THEN DID IT AGAIN LIKE 20 MINUTES LATER AGAIN LIKE NOTHING.

[lyriumrain]

A couple of kind older (around their 60s) ladies in my volunteering group offered to let me borrow their car because they remembered me talking about wanting to do some sightseeing outside the city (i moved to this city in '23 but haven't been able to do much that isnt within walking distance because I dont have a car 🥲)

And that's so kind of them, but I havent driven since before I moved, and I dont think I could deal with the anxiety of not only driving someone's else car, but driving in a busy city I've never driven in before 🥲🥲 I tried to explain that as simply as i could, but now I'm wishing I'd just said 'no thank you'. I feel so awkward, i feel like a normal person would just say yes or no.

[thevoidstaredback]

Weeks Ago

Me: Shifts at the theatre have gone up for the week before, the week after, and the week of your knee surgery, including the day. Is that going to be a problem?

Mom: No. Go ahead and sign up for them; I'll arrange ways for you to get to and from work

Me: Alright

Monday Morning

Me: How am I getting to work tomorrow?

Dad: You work tomorrow?

Me: Yep. I told Mom and she said she'd figure stuff out

Dad: It'd be easier if you called out. Is it too late?

Me: It's a little short notice, but it should be fine (it was)

Today

Me: How am I getting to work today?

Dad: You work today?

Me: Yep. The rest of this week and all of next, barring Sunday and Monday

Dad: That would've been nice to know before. Where?

Me: The theatre

Dad: What time?

Me: Today and tomorrow, 5 to ~9. Friday, 5:30-9:30

Dad: I don't know how we're gonna get you home; I don't think I can leave your mom alone for that long. What time does the train leave?

Me: 4:00

Dad: Call your sister and see if she'll bring you home. We'll leave here at 3:30 to catch your train

Me: She won't. She doesn't drive at night

Twin: I'll bring you home tonight as long as I leave now so I can get some sleep in before work tonight

Me: You sure? I can ask a friend

Twin: Yeah, I'm sure

[purplesaline]

In our current society (in North America and much of the western world) we can't completely avoid capitalism, but with some work and dedication we can reduce how much we have to participate in it.

Building community is hard, and it often requires a lot of up front investment in time and energy before you start seeing returns on that investment. I know not everyone is in a place where they can make those expenditures without getting anything back right away which is why it's even more important for those of us who can to start building sooner rather than later.

When you have a healthy, thriving community of people you can start withdrawing yourself more and more from reliance on a broken capitalist system. Yes there's mutual aid within a community but what's even more exciting to me is the option of participating in a barter/trade economy because it's so often more empowering for disabled folks and other marginalized groups that struggle in a capitalist economy.

And even more importantly than that, it's how we can survive a political landscape that is openly hostile to us. It's as impossible to avoid the fallout of the current political situation as it is to avoid participating in a capitalist economy, but being part of a strong and healthy community can at least help mitigate some of the harmful effects.

Neighbours sharing produce from their gardens can lessen the chances of food-borne illness as a result of lax food safety regulations.

Creating, maintaining, and sharing resources that help marginalized groups can help protect vulnerable people in your area when the larger resources are being dismantled or when people acting in bad faith are pretending to be a helpful organization.

Communities have more leverage (and resources) when it comes time to put pressure on local government to make progressive changes

As communities grow, empathy and compassion for the people in the community also spreads and that can help create allies against the bigotry and prejudice some of the community members face. When you're in community together with someone it's harder to depersonalize them. They aren't [insert oppressed group] member, they're the person who walks your dog and brings you beets in exchange for piano lessons, or the person who loaned you a spare tire so you could go to work and when you got home that evening they'd fixed your flat tire for free because they had the time and some spare material laying around from a repair they did on their own tire.

It's going to be really easy to give in to despair in the coming months and I'm not going to lie and say you can survive it. Some folks won't. I'm not going to lie and promise if you can make it through that things will get easier, they might not!

But if you can hang on I can promise you there's a chance things will get better, and I can promise you there's a whole heck of a lot of us out there trying to make sure it does get better. I can promise you that building community will help you survive when things start getting harder, and I can promise you that community can be a beacon of light in dark times, a bastion of hope in a desert of despair.

I know you're tired and I'll understand if you can't keep fighting, but I really hope you've got enough resilience left to hang on long enough to find a community to be part of.

[transvampireboyfriend]

"chronic anxiety? but you always seem so chill?" i don't think it's normal to always, without fail, assume that if you hear an airplane it will fall directly where you are