Basically, my philosophy around disability fakers is: I would rather a thousand people fake a disability than have one disabled person suffer without care, aids, compassion, or any help.
ship
Han Jisung | Han/Lee Felix/Lee Minho | Lee Know
tags
Established Relationship, Sibling Incest, Threesome - M/M/M, Dubious Consent, pour one out for han jisung cause his boyfriend's brother is mad hot, and he doesn't know how to deal with that, Explicit Sexual Content, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Humiliation, Lee Felix & Lee Minho | Lee Know are Siblings, Being Walked In On
summary
See, Jisung is not supposed to be having these thoughts. He��s really, really not, but the thing is that Minho is hot. Just like Felix, he’s otherworldly handsome, but unlike Felix his personality doesn’t seem to be made of caramelised cane sugar and liquified sunshine.
Saw a gifset of Morpheus and had the random thought that he'd make a fantastic children's picture book mouse character— and now I really, really want a fic where he appears in a kid's dream as a Kevin Henkes/Helen Craig/Beatrix Potter -esque mouse as to not scare them or something. I think it's something about Morpheus' usual mousey moue and big wet eyes that make it work in my head lolll Mousepheus!!
The urge to kidnap her & rape her in the woods. Chained against a tree & split open on my cock. The screams in pain drowning out all the pathetic cries for help. Carving our initials inside of a heart on, “our” tree afterwards so everyone knows what a sweet couple we are. 🔪🌹
Nico Rosberg may have ended his F1 racing career in 2016 with tears and an ex and somehow he still has the most paddock immunity powers I have ever seen? He comes in and isn’t afraid to ask all the most unhinged questions and somehow the team managers and principals are all so fond of him and love him?
Bonus mention here before everything else: please appreciate Nico telling Andrea Stella (current McLaren team principal) after Hungarian GP 2024 on how to NOT put teammates vying for 1-2 in TERRIBLE SITUATIONS
Exhibit A: Fred Vasseur, current Ferrari Team Principal (was Alfa Romeo team principal in 2019 when this interaction happened)
The way Fred kisses Nico and is gonna leave like thats their normal interaction before Nico calls him back to ask him a question 😭
Exhibit B: Nicolas Todt, Charles Leclerc’s manager
I think this happened after China GP sprint race and there was tensions between Carlos and Charles
“You could ask if you’re br-“ AND Nico is already moving in to yap in French. Mind you, Todt is apparently infamous for avoiding sky news like plague but stops to listen to Nico HELP
Exhibit C: TOTO WOLFF OF COURSE
We get this interaction during Hungarian GP 2024 and Nico is being his usual self and stirring up unnecessary drama
A large burning canvas could be seen in the distance.
The neat fingers, full of small dents from the friction of the sword handle, caught a small flame, which immediately went out from faint pressure.
There was silence, a living silence, one of those that strains with its sound. A warm wind heated his battered, but carefully polished armor.
"You want to say something"
"I want" Blurr answered, turning sharply to the dark silhouette behind him that was quietly watching him until now. He clenched his fist with a grinding sound, where the spark died out, and demonstratively opened it towards the darkness. "And this is how you are paid for making the world freer! This is what remains of your legacy, and you react as if it doesn’t concern you at all!"
"It does not concern me anymore" the figure answered him calmly.
"Shockwave, stop!"
"Is that an order?"
"It's a request” His angry expression made it clear that this request was an obligation. “I just don't recognize you for these few months." His hand shook slightly with anger. Black smoke seeped through the cracks in his armor.
"I don't recognize myself for even longer time." Blurr visibly trembled at these words, realizing where the dialogue was leading. Shockwave slowly approached, his long, deformed fingers, three times longer than one of Blurr's fingers, carefully reached out to his hand and wrapped his palms in his huge paws, kneeling down to be on the same level with him. "Blurr, I-"
Blurr turned his head away so as not to see one piercing, but such a swampy dim light of his terrifying eye, which had become more precious to him than his weekly knightly brigandage. "Shut up. It's too early, we haven't agreed on when exactly to do this"
The dull mass of metal, which was only a tangible casing, after some hope of catching at least a spark of doubt, only lowered its head heavily. The crackling of the fire continued to be heard around. The soot reached them, gifting them with at least some warm light among the shades of cold before dying. Realization, regret, reluctance were not reflected in the knight's optics. His armor, always proudly looking into the face of danger, now reflected only the cowardly lights of the fire from behind. Despite this, he did not remove his hand from the strong lock until the blades themselves parted. Shockwave disappeared. Disappeared as he had done for the past few months.
Blurr turned back to the burning wall. From afar were heard screams, squeals, grinding, clanking. The column of fire did not subside, as if it was fed by fuel from secret reserves. It had been burning like that for hours, as if to show the greatness of this building over others that would have left only a column of smoke long ago.
Shockwave's last school of dark magic was burning out, as was the will of its creator to live.