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ef-1 · 2 days

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[Seb was trying to shake Daniel's hand, and Daniel tried to fist bump him]

Daniel: I was trynna give Seb knuckles, he wants to shake my hand so- the formalities were getting confused these days, people just hug.

Int: Hug it out!

Daniel: Yeah, hug it out.

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[Seb fixes Daniel's sleeve while he's talking, unrolling it from where it's ridden up]

Daniel: he's even fixing my shirt! He's got good etiquette, he's a very responsible man.

#dont perceive me ive dug into the archive and reached the very bad no good place #this moment lives in my mind always. always. always.#f1 #daniel ricciardo #sebastian vettel #2018 #formula 1

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captainofthedauntless · 2 days

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Wants

Rise Leonardo x Reader imagine

Info + Warnings: Reader needs help wrapping gifts at the last second before a party. Leo's their hero. And a huge distraction. No gendered language, pronouns, or Y.N used for Reader. An attempt at Spanish by a very not Spanish speaking writer. Established relationship. Arguably steamy. Set a few years post movie.

Commentary: IDK what the fuck happened here.

See, here's the thing.

You are extremely, incredibly kissable.

He knows this. He knows this like he knows his swords are sharp. He knows it in his bones.

He also knows you have somewhere to be.

(Really, his motives were good. He came over just to help you finish wrapping your friend's birthday gifts (okay, and give you shit for only now getting around to it). He just wanted to be a supportive boyfriend and make sure you had time to get ready in peace.)

And yet, because he's either an idiot or an asshole, here he is, boxing you in at your table and kissing you.

See, the thing... you look really, really good. And you smiled at him when you walked out of your room, all dressed up and looking forward to the party you're going to and grateful for his help.

And he's only human- turtle- hm.

He's not immune, is his point.

So here you are, getting kissed, and his hands are on your waist and yours are grabbing handfuls of his shirt and he's very, very happy.

It's only when you gasp against him- his hand slipped, okay, he hadn't meant to squeeze your hip like that- and the sound makes his heart skip one beat and crash into another that he realizes- with all of the force of getting hit by a train- that he has to stop.

It's like cutting off his own arm.

But he does it, he pulls back- pushes back against every fiber of his being that wants to keep you close enough that he can almost hear your heartbeat- because you have places to be.

And you deserve much, much better than him being a desperate disaster against your dining table.

Now he's staring.

He's staring and his hands are still on your waist and your hip and he has to stop. Has to. Needs to. Like, muy rápido, right now, yesterday has to stop.

"...Hi," He says, voice all shaky and gooey through his grin.

"Hi," You repeat, a little dazed as you're still clinging to his shirt.

You're smiling at him again. He's not sure you ever stopped.

Shit. Fuck. He has to walk away.

He wants to keep you there for the rest of your natural lives.

"You gotta go," He mutters grimly, and he realizes how fucked it sounds immediately, and he throws himself into an uncharacteristically jumbled explanation because his brain is still offline. "It's late- you gotta- the thing- I'm- fuck I don't want to stop kissing you."

You cock your head as you process his messy babble, blinking twice, and then you're laughing.

And then he's laughing, because really it's that or take one of your butter knives and portal himself into the ocean, and if he does that he can't do this again.

"I gotta go," You confirm with a wry, bittersweet smile, not letting go of his shirt.

It's going to be so wrinkled.

He literally could not give less of a fuck.

"You gotta go," He repeats, more to himself than you, and you must know that because you're laughing again and you must really not care about... whatever urgent thing you have to go to... whatever that was, because you're not helping him stop like. At all.

You're gonna be the death of him one day.

"Maybe... you could come back by tonight? We could watch that stupid racing movie you've been talking about-"

"It's a heist movie, thank you-"

"-And, uh..."

"Don't say chill. I'll explode. I'll expire."

"I was trying to say cuddle," You say, bashful and exasperated at the same time, somehow. As though he'd ever say no. As if he knows how to say no to you. As though he ever, ever stood a chance.

It's beyond cute. It's enough to make him want to squish you and literally never let you go.

"You gotta go," He groans, his hands darting up to cup your cheeks and squeeze your face softly. "You're gonna drive me insane. What even is this again?"

"Birthday party."

"They'll have another-"

"Leo!" You laugh over his playful persuasion.

"You can send a card-"

"Leo."

"I'll pay for postage. I'll lick the stamp."

"Leonardo," You breathe, all fond exasperation, as though you'd ever let go of his shirt. As though you're any better than he is.

He almost wants to push just a little farther, see what else he can get you to call him.

He really wants to.

He wants a lot of things around you.

And even more when he's not around you.

And now, he's facing min-ee-mum four hours being not around you.

He hates it.

He takes the feeling and balls it up and three-point-shoots it into his mind's trashcan, because you deserve to go and have fun and be merry and all that jazz. He gets you to himself enough- never enough, literally never enough- that he can share.

Plus, he did a fantastic job wrapping those gifts.

And, as easily as he twists and leads and convinces other people, he's played himself right into a corner, because now it's both you deserve him being normal here AND his ego.

He'd be impressed by himself if it weren't for the fact that it means he loses.

He shakes his head a little, because he lost the plot minutes ago and you really gotta go and he's still got you against the table.

"Movie night?" He asks, just to hear you talk. He knows the answer.

"Movie night," You confirm happily, releasing his shirt.

He whines a little. He's barely even embarrassed at this point.

You laugh again and smooth the fabric out, hands warm on his plastron and making him a little insane again, before you press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank you for your help, honey."

"Thank me by making sure those are put front and center on the table, yeah?"

You glance at the boxes- done up in blue ribbon, you notice- and nod. "Art deserves to be displayed," You say seriously, and he's dangerously close to kissing you again because you're perfect.

"Yoooou-"

"Gotta go?" You finish with a knowing grin, eyes smug, head tilted playfully, perfect.

"Extremely, extremely yes. If you don't go I'm never gonna let you go. You gotta go."

"Hm..."

"Nope!" He says quickly, cutting off whatever tease is about to come out of your mouth, clinging to his sanity by half a thread. "Nope, nope, you are taking those boxes and you are going and you're going to have a great time and be safe and that is final."

"Are you telling me or yourself?"

Perfect. The death of him. Smug and clever and kissable and the worst and the best.

"Both, apparently."

"...I can be a few minutes late-"

"Baby, gorgeous, mi vida, if you don't get out of this apartment-"

You laugh bright and mischievous and delightful, and you press a quick kiss to his lips, and you scoop up the gifts and your keys ("You can port out, right?" "I think I'll manage.") and your phone and wallet and he grabs the door for you, because he's a gentleman (unwilling to be an inch farther from you than he has to).

"See you tonight," You promise, turning back to look him in the eye with more open affection than he was ready to see outside his own reflection.

"See you tonight," He agrees, knowing he sounds lovesick.

You leave, he closes the door, he slumps forwards to rest his forehead against it as he turns the lock and laughs breathlessly because his chest feels like it's going to explode from how much of it is just you.

#*writing #imagines #x reader #tmnt x reader #leonardo x reader #rottmnt x reader #aged up characters #leonardo #2018

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amberheardarchive · 1 day

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Happy 38th Birthday Amber Heard! 💕

#amber heard #2010s #2020s #2017 #2018 #2019 #2021 #gifs

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supercalifragipopculturevomit · 1 day

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The Cloverfield Paradox (2018) Daniel Brühl as Ernst Schmidt

Watching this movie, I remember having a visceral reaction when Ernst first appeared. Daniel's attractiveness ranges from cute to hot, depending on his role: Andrea Marowski is cute; Thomas Lang is hot; Baron Zemo is both. Sometimes, it takes a while to reveal itself, like Niki Lauda. But this character, without even saying a word, was on fire.

#daniel brühl #the cloverfield paradox #ernst schmidt #2018 #my gifs #gifset #no thoughts head empty

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source-celebs · 2 days

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Rihanna fotografiada en el Festival de Música y Artes de Coachella en California (14/04/2018).

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browsethestacks · 24 hours

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DC/Hanna-Barbera: Deathstroke/Yogi Bear Special Cover (2018)

Art by Tyler Kirkham

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federer7 · 4 hours

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Harlem. June 2018

Photo: Phil Penman

#Phil Penman #Harlem #june #2018

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stylestream · 10 hours

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Kristen Bell | Osman blazer • Jimmy Choo pumps | Teen Titans Go! To The Movies Los Angeles Premiere | 2018

#pc: starstyle #kristen bell #osman #jimmy choo #premiere #2018

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sugdensflaherty · 1 day

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Baby Robert (1986) and Baby Seb (2018)

#in honor of Roberts birthday today!!#Robert with mum n dad.. seb with his dads <3 #Robert Sugden #robron #Aaron Dingle #Aaron x Robert #Robert x Aaron #Seb White #Emmerdale #robron + seb #proper little family #parallels #1986 #2018 #22/04/86 #12/02/18 #storm posts #gifs #personal faves

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prfm-multiverse · 2 days

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#2018 #gifs #SONGS #NHK #prfm #perfume #a-chan #kashiyuka #nocchi

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dozydawn · 4 months

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“Palestinian women enjoying themselves in the Mediterranean Sea.”

Photographed by Boaz Rottem, 2018.

#palestine #boaz rottem #2018

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zegalba · 1 month

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The Kei Truck Garden Contest (2018)

The Japan Federation of Landscape Contractors organizes an annual landscaping contest, where landscaping contractors from around Japan arrive on site with their mini pickup trucks and then spending several hours transforming the cargo bed into a small garden.

#The Kei Truck Garden Contest #kei truck #art #nature #garden #japanese garden #japan #landscape #minitures #2018

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2001hz · 1 year

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