So.... on the topic of those new charles photos, how like it is that one day engineer charles is so tired from looking at all the data and his eyes are hurting that he forgoes the contact lenses and goes for the glasses. And like once max sees him he just HAS to make the executive decision to never let charles wear contact lenses ever again so they keep disappering somehow from then on??? Maybe im projecting.....
YOU GET IT!! YOU UNDERSTAND!!!
The new Charles photos are now my Roman Empire.
No lie, one of the very first bits of the fic I wrote (to be posted in a later chapter) was Charles in bed going over a data report from the earlier free practices.
He’s wearing his glasses and not thinking much of it, till max gets out of the shower and comes into the room and just…stops. Because he’s seen Charles in Ferrari red, and a Red Bull polo. He’s seen him in hoodies and a suit and in absolutely nothing at all, but he hasn’t seen him with his glasses on yet.
“What?” Charles asks, looking up from the report.
Max has a towel wrapped around his waist and he’s dripping water onto the hotel carpet, the beige material darkening under his feet.
“You wear glasses?” Max chokes out, hands tightening their grip around the material of the towel.
“Yes?” Charles says, still not sure why Max is behaving weirdly. He doesn’t piece it together until Max swallows, adams apple bobbing visibly. Until his eyes darken with an all too familiar expression of want.
He makes sure to forget the contacts more frequently after that.
Also! Max has like an entire photo album of Charles photos and this is definitely one of his most absolute faves:
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Have you even considered picking up foam swordfighting like Belegarth or Dagohir? I think you'd be very good at it and fit right in there (compliment)
I used to do Belegarth! Unfortunately there's not a league anywhere near me, as far as I know, and I don't think I'd have the time to keep up with it these days. It is a riot though!
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Can we focus on his hands?
...that I wanna be chocked by. Kidding. No, not really kidding.
On a more serious note. He is fixing his necktie and he looks like he has the gentlest hands. He fixes it so gently and so carefully and I'm just... *Breathes*.
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I’m rewatching some of the movies made about Elvis and I completely forgot about the one that Linda Thompson made in 1981 called “Elvis and the Beauty Queen”
but anyways- could y’all imagine laying in bed with Elvis like this, I need it so badly 😭
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Haeryun: "Why do you go to such lengths?"
Junmo: "It's just...there's someone I want to protect."
*The camera pans to Euijeong*
Haeryun: "Huh"
*The camera pans to Gicheol*
Oh my fucking god OH MY FUCKINGH GSOHFWK
I will make a more coherent post on this later but GOOD GOD WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
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willow have u ever seen the movie ‘13 going on 30?’ bc i just rewatched it last night and it gave me nerd bakugou brainrot 😩😩
like he’s your neighbor and he’s in love with you but you’re just…. your head is in the clouds and you can’t see what’s right in front of you 🥺 and something brings you crashing down, and you wish yourself into an alternate future, where all the hard, embarrassing teenage years are far behind you and you got everything you thought you wanted.
but— in those skipped-over years, you’d left katsuki behind 🥺 traded movie nights and dnd campaigns with him for parties with the in crowd. it’s funny— the more people see you,, the less you he sees. he barely recognizes you, but it doesn’t stop him from watching from afar. catching glimpses of you through the windows still makes his heart race; watching you get picked up for a date by the goddamn golden boy makes it ache.
going to college is a relief. he’s almost managed to forget about you (except for the occasional comment from his mother that sting less and less as the years pass) until you show up at his doorstep, confused and panicked and calling him by the kiddie nickname he hasn’t heard since you stopped speaking in seventh grade. he has half the mind to take you to the hospital, get you checked for a concussion or retrograde amnesia.
meanwhile… you’re realizing all the things you’ve been longing for aren’t right for you. and chasing after them will condemn you to a life of being lonely and disingenuous. you don’t need to be liked by everyone—you need to be loved by one person. now you just have to find a way to fix it 🥺🥺
🥺🥺🥺
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