#they are just ummmmmmmm

[g0dcoward]

thinking about yakuza 0 kazumaji once again…..

[marblerose-rue]

new lioden king except ive had him for a couple weeks :-)

[friendzoned61]

In like. A really big iron lung mood with marks hair cut. Like REALLY BIG.

[jazz-kitty]

Hello... would it be possible to ask for some more crumbles of a woman with horrible hobbies... flora grevillea has done everything wrong ever and that's why she deserves the world...

of course........ flora is my fav character........ she's incredible

[princington]

“Oh,” Ava says softly, comprehending.

“Oh,” Lilith agrees flatly, standing limp under the arm Mary has hooked around her shoulders.

who needs comfortable love ch 3 by @the-ominous-owl

[r7inyz]

what is bro DOING he thinks you can't see him 😹😹

[wolfiemcwolferson]

*knocks on your door* Hi!!

24: Marriage of Convenience for Maxiel please! <3

I had to knock this down because I got ambitious!

Car accident mentions with minor peril but everything is fine!

Daniel is the one who suggests it, quiet and behind the motor home while Max takes deep gulping breaths, tears still on his face.

“We could, uh-“ he stumbles through it, “if you wanted, I could be the one to handle that if you ever-“

Max’s sharp teenage eyes pin him down and flay him open, like he can see the filthy idiotic thoughts Daniel had in the shower this morning.

“I just mean that,” Daniel coughs into his fist, “people have done it before, ya know. You don’t have to rely on him. I’d be happy to be the one on call, Maximus.”

“It is okay,” Max insists in that stubborn way he does, “I will not crash again. I will not have to go to the hospital again.”

Daniel doesn’t try and tell him differently. He doesn’t think Max would hear him anyway, so he lets it go, continues to stand with him while he gets his breathing under control.

Max doesn’t bring it up ever again so Daniel doesn’t either.

Not until they’re not even teammates anymore and Danny is asking about him in the media pin, feeling lightheaded and frantic.

Everything has shifted between them these days. They’re more colleagues than friends, but Max is in the wall and Daniel knows what’s to come for him - he still has friends in the Red Bull garage. He gets the gossip.

So, he asks because he needs to know, thinking about that offer from years ago. We could get married. If you didn’t want him to be the one to get that call.

And then he runs into Christian looking pale and unlike himself and he sighs, long and heavy. “I want to stay and chat, Daniel, but Jos is with Max and I’ve got to go.”

Christian is too smart and he never says anything without reason and so Daniel gets a little insane about it and that’s how he ends up at Max’s apartment in Monaco with marriage papers in his hand.

“You will sign these.” Daniel says as soon as the door is open. “Because I cannot stand what happened this weekend.”

Max is half naked - bare chested and blinking at him in confusion. He looks like he’s just woken up and Daniel knows he looks insane, but he doesn’t care.

“Sign.” He demands, thrusting them out to Max.

“I will sign them, of course, Daniel.” Max says, taking them from Daniel’s trembling hands, “but I will tell you that we must be friends again. You cannot do this to me, where you ignore me on the phone and just say hello to me in front of other people.”

Max is walking into his apartment so Daniel follows him, taking note of everything that has changed since he was last here, specifically so he doesn’t look at Max’s broad back like…when?

“Daniel?” Max asks, slapping the papers down on the counter. “You will come over for dinner?”

“Dinner. Drinks. Parties. Whatever, Maxy, just sign those.”

Max’s smile is blinding and…he’s not a teenager anymore. He’s -

“Would you like some coffee?” Max offers. “I have those pods you like.”

Daniel doesn’t linger on it. He doesn’t. Max is just…considerate.

But maybe he should have.

Because the guy he’s legally married to is like…way considerate.

He googles how to tell if your fake husband likes you likes you, realizes just how far he’s strayed from the plot and then closes that tab on his phone before opening it back up and looking up that porn video. The one he likes with the guy and the -

Fuck. Daniel realizes with a start, he looks like Max.

He goes for a run instead.

He’s got it under control.

He and Max are friends. They have dinner. Max kind of maybe dates this model for a bit and Daniel never asks for details but she stays over at his place sometimes and Daniel convinces himself that if Max were to ask him for a divorce it wouldn’t devastate him.

Because Max is kind of keeping his head above water.

The car is shit. McLaren is shit and the only thing he looks forward to are the four uninterrupted hours of Max he gets every race weekend.

Their debrief, Max calls it.

They eat together or play video games together or talk and they’re allowed because they’re married or whatever and things are FINE.

Daniel is in Australia.

He and Max have barely spoken in weeks - not since Daniel turned down the Haas offer. Even though he signs the third driver role with RBR and he’s going to literally be able to talk Max through all their shared data now, Max is furious at him over it.

“You will have to sit out races,” he had shouted. “Stuck in the simulator in England.”

Daniel didn’t get it, was just happy to be happy. Happy to have a break, a soft place to land, time to figure it out.

But Max had taken something personally and he was mad and Daniel was…trying not to think about it. In Australia. Drinking cheap beer and eating too much and exercising kind of half assed and riding dirt bikes.

He was LIVING.

And he’s in Australia when his phone rings - or Blake’s phone rings because Daniel’s is switched off and he can tell by Blake’s face that it’s bad.

“It’s dad, isn’t it.” Daniel demands as soon as Blake confirms that yeah, he and Daniel are coming.

Blake continues to gather things, ignoring Daniel and the dread grows. He’s dead. He’s dead.

“We’re getting on a plane.” Blake says, stuffing Daniel’s iPad in beside his own. “Christian set it up.”

And as soon as he’s said the name, Daniel know. “Max.”

Blake nods. “Yeah, he uh. He’s probably fine-“

“Probably?” Daniel’s voice isn’t even coming from his own body. He doesn’t know-

“Hey,” Blake grabs his arm. “Christian said he’s awake and he’s okay, but he has to have surgery and -“

“Fuck.” Daniel says, grabbing his keys, “fuck, I haven’t -“

He can’t finish that sentence. He hasn’t been around. He hasn’t done anything he’s supposed to do. He’s not even in fucking Monaco.

Blake rides beside him silently emailing or texting or doing whatever he’s doing and Daniel seethes all the way to the airstrip where there is a private plane waiting for them.

Daniel knows they’re in for a hell of a time traveling last minute, but it’s okay.

What did you do he texts Max before feeling guilty and sending I’m coming okay? Please don’t bite the nurses.

Max reads the messages but doesn’t respond.

He’s well out of surgery by the time Daniel arrives to the tiny hospital. He’s glaring at him standing in the door, arm casted to hell.

“You did not have to -“

“Shut up,” Daniel bites. “I want to be here.”

“You are just my husband on paper, Daniel.” Max accuses. “You have made it clear that you do not care about what I have to think, so why do you care that I have -“

Daniel is exhausted and he’s mad as shit and he smells like airplane. “What the fuck are you talking about? I don’t care what you think?”

“You are not racing this year even though you could have been! So we will never see each other!” Max looks young again. Young and scared and like that kid Daniel first made that offer to. “You have been gone since the season ended and you have not called even though you said we would be friends,” Max opens his mouth to probably say more, but Daniel slumps down in the chair beside his bed and Max shuts him mouth. “I did not say you could sit. This room is for friends and family.”

“I’m you husband!” Daniel shouts, forgetting to point out that like, Max is in a hospital bed and absolutely not racing this year and he’s still mad at Daniel.

“Then act like it!” Max shouts back and Daniel puts his face in his hands and groans, feeling sorry for himself. “You should go,” Max says in that voice that Daniel hates. “I do not want you here.”

“Tough shit, Maxy.” Daniel whispers without looking up. “You signed the papers. I’m here. Pissed as hell at you, but I’m here and now you’ve got to deal with me for however long you will heal-“

“I will hire a nurse,” Max says, but Daniel ignores him.

“Because I’m not letting you injure yourself on your fucking iracing -“

“Daniel-“

“Because you’re too stubborn to heal properly-“

“You are not a nurse, you are not qualified -“

“I cannot believe you even agreed to this!” Daniel shouts, “when clearly you do not care about my opinion in the slightest!”

“I agreed to this!” Max shouts back, “because I am in love with you!”

Daniel is too shocked to move, just to stare at Max’s beautiful face and try and process…that he loves him too. That Max loves him -

“Well, I hate that we had to sacrifice our entire season,” Christian says from the doorway, “with Max out of commission, but thank god the two of you have finally admitted to that.”

“What?” Max and Daniel say at the same time before Geri steps around Christian, carrying a bouquet of flowers almost as big as she is.

Daniel stands up on instinct.

“A real wedding this time, none of that paperwork nonsense. Christian has already agreed to drive the getaway car.” And then she blinks at Daniel, handing him the flowers.

Max is still gaping at everyone, “Daniel does not-“

“Oh come off it,” Daniel says, “of course I do.”

“Oh,” is all Max says, suddenly looking pleased and smug. “Well in that case I think we should stay at your apartment while I recover. Your living room is better for physical therapy.”

Christian chuckles, clapping Daniel on the back. “We will get you back in no time. With your dedicated nurse here.”

Everyone laughs except for Daniel, he’s too busy staring at Max’s lips. Lips he’s never even kissed.

“Oh, Geri, my darling.” Christian says, “let’s give the kids a moment.”

Daniel forgets to even be annoyed or to make a joke, he just sinks down on the edge of the bed next to Max. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“Yes,” is all Max can say before Daniel is. Lips on his, eyes closed, frozen in time.

“I now pronounce you husband and husband.” Daniel says stupidly, but Max giggles anyway and Daniel is happy he asked him that day behind the motorhomes.

[st4rstudent]

Move night

[genderfluideadpool]

eldritch wild but totk

otherwise known as wild if he slayed

[miekasa]

Thinking thoughts about Satoru…like how handsome he looks when he’s wearing sunglasses :/ bet that man has a whole collection of versace and prada

Hehehe... sorry for taking forever to answer this, but, unfortunately, I agree, and I think about this all too often ://

He’s got a million pairs—some colorful, some bedazzled, some square, round, cat-eye—but most are black. Relatively simple looking, awfully expensive if you get too close. There’s something about the way he is with his glasses; casual, rehearsed—they’re not an accessory to his outfit like they would be for most people—it’s part of him, his everyday, and he looks really good with them. 

He’s trained himself to easily adjust his glasses from falling off his nose when he’s leaning over you, hugging you from behind, or being just plain nosy about what’s on your phone. You always tease that if he gets any closer or looks any harder that his glasses are going to fall off, to which Satoru always smiles and nudges his head against the side of yours to push his frames back up. 

When he is worried they could fall off, he always finds some place safe for them, whether that’s rushed into your hands, stuffed in your bag, placed on top of your head, or even right on your face. The latter is his personal favorite, always giving you a kiss to the tip of your nose before sauntering off to do whatever impromptu and reckless activity he had up his sleeve. 

He does let them fall on purpose, sometimes. When you walk by in his favorite pair of jeans on you, when you’re wearing that lipstick he likes, when he catches you in his clothes, when you two meet up for a date after work—Satoru will tilt his head down, pull his glasses down enough so you can see his eyes trail you from top to bottom and then back up again before he lets out a whistle that he knows will get him scolded, but he can’t help it. You’re pretty, he wanted to make sure he got a good look.

He hardly ever insists on driving himself, but when he does, it’s usually in the summer in a tiny two-seater with the top down that lets him feel the wind in his hair and he demands you join him in a duet of pop songs sung at the top of your lungs. When the wind gets too erratic (and you and Satoru have gotten far enough outside of the city that going as fast as he likes is somewhat acceptable), he’ll push his glasses up to act as a headband, and you get an even better view of his face, wide smile and crinkled eyes as he tries to hit notes way out of his range. And on your drive back, when the weather is calmer and the sun has set, Satoru once again entrusts his beloved glasses to you, finding time to snap pictures of you sleeping in the passenger seat at red lights. 

Even though black frames are his preference, he has a slew of bright colors and unusual designs. Some he has just to have—collectables, my dear, he always reasons when you question their practicality. But some are just pretty. Though you think he looks good in his usual selection of rounder, black glasses, you can’t help but to be partial to a purple pair he owns, if not for the way the color looks against his hair and skin, then for the soft purple to blue gradient of the lenses that frame his eyes in such a lovely way. And even though the lenses are transparent enough so that you can still see his eyes when he’s wearing them, Satoru has caught on to your preference, and always makes sure to lean his glasses down far enough on his nose and spare you a wink when he puts them on. 

[softerpixels]

testing out dx11 and it’s mostly fine, reshade runs so much faster, but i keep getting a flash of a white screen every so often? also i’m probably definitely deleting a lot of build/buy cc bc i just loaded up a lot and the entire exterior wallpaper is ombré question marks dlckdjdjfn

[vietbluecoeur]

onglet a l'échalote

Rated: M

Relationship: Rody/Vince

Word Count: 5.1k

Summary:

“I know what you did.” The words scrape on their way out. He feels raw all over. “I’m hungry.”

[booksandothersecrets]

One time I was talking to someone who told me they had listened to preacher’s daughter but only as background music. Personally I throw up and eat fistfuls of glass every time it plays but you know, its like, totally chill, whatever.

[tsubanoboo]

my favorite horsegal of the apocalypse <3

twt insta

[tomatoluvr69]

goddddddddd why does the job application process force you to sound as egoistical as donald fucking trump likeeee there has never been a more qualified candidate in the history of the planet. I am the best there's ever been unlike those other burnouts and losers. no one is smarter. no one is a harder worker. i am in fact THE VERY BEST. hire me

[jce93]

thry have the perfect sun/moon dynamic but u guys arent ready to hear that js yet 🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫🤫