#I just think this one is displaying incredible dedication to the bit.

[lxndonorris]

such a tease - Max Verstappen

Y/N x Max Verstappen Theme: Smut (you've been warned) helping Max change after the Chinese GP, appreciating how good he looks in his racing suit and without x word count: 3570+ taglist: @game-set-canet EN: I had to use this picture, it lives rent free, got another for CL and LN planned, if you have any requests for others, let me know. Its my longest yet I think. Hope you like it. We need more body worshipping Max imo.

As you stood in the vibrant atmosphere of the Shanghai International Circuit, your heart raced with anticipation. It wasn't just any other day; it was the Chinese Grand Prix, and Max Verstappen, the love of your life, was poised to dominate the track.

As the lights dimmed and the engines roared to life, you couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through your veins. With each passing lap, you watched Max weave his magic, his driving prowess on full display for the world to see.

The tension mounted as the race unfolded, but Max remained unfazed, his determination unwavering as he led the others around each corner and each straight. Lap after lap, he danced with danger, his skill and precision leaving you in awe.

And then, as the checkered flag waved in the air, declaring Max the victor, you felt a swell of pride wash over you. You made your way toward the pitwall, just in time to catch him emerging from his Red Bull race car. 

Max's energy and excitement were infectious as he cheered loudly before he turned to meet your gaze. In one swift motion, he approached you and the rest of his team, hugging you tightly.

With a radiant smile gracing his features, Max held his throphy aloft on the podium, the golden light of victory illuminating his face. Dressed in his racing suit, adorned with the colors of his team, he looked every bit the champion he is.

As you watched from the stands, your heart overflowed with admiration for the man you loved. His determination, his dedication, and his unwavering pursuit of excellence were on full display for the entire racing world to see. And in that moment, amidst the cheers and the applause, you couldn't help but feel incredibly lucky to be by his side.

While Max soaked in the adulation of the crowd, his eyes found yours in the sea of faces, a silent acknowledgement of your unbreakable bond. And as he raised a hand in salute, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, you knew that this was a moment you would cherish forever.

As the press conference unfolded, you noticed Max's gaze constantly finding yours amidst the sea of flashing cameras and eager reporters. His smirk, subtle yet unmistakable, sent a shiver of excitement down your spine.

With every question fielded, his eyes lingered on yours, and as he spoke, his hand subconsciously drifted to his chest and thighs, a gesture that seemed to amplify his magnetic charm.

Watching him, so effortlessly captivating and utterly beautiful, a rush of adoration swell within you. You knew how he felt right now—the excitement and adrenaline of the race lingering deep inside him, and the desire to share this moment with you and you alone. 

For just anyone, this seemed unimportant, but you knew that with every stroke, every little move of his fingertips, he imagined it was you instead.

As the conference drew to a close, Max's haze met yours once more, and with a knowing smirk, he got up from the sofa. Together, you made your way through the paddock to his motorhome.

Now inside the cozy confines of his motorhome, Max wastes no time grabbing a cold can of Red Bull from the fridge, his go-to source of energy and focus. With a deft twist of his wrist, he cracks open the can, the satisfying hiss of carbonation filling the air.

Taking a long sip of the invigorating drink, Max's expression softens, a look of pure satisfaction crossing his features.

Turning to you, his eyes sparkle with a mix of exhilaration and contentment. Despite the intensity of the race and the demands of the press conference, he still manages to look effortlessly hot in his racing attire, clad in his sleek racing suit and signature cap.

As he stands before you, radiating confidence and charm, his presence fills the room. You let your eyes roam all over him: his racing suit hugs his athletic frame, the vibrant colors a stark contrast to the muted tines of the motorhome's interior. Paired with his cap, adorned with the logo of his team, he looks every bit the part of racing superstar.

With a playful grin, Max extends the can of Red Bull towards you, inviting you to share his post-race ritual with him.

Taking it from him, you marvel at the warmth of his touch, the electricity that seems to crackle between you. And as you take a sip of the Red Bull, you enjoy the cold, refreshing liquid running down your throat.

With an hour until his next interview, you put the can down on the table next to you before turning back to meet Max's gaze right away.

With a confident swagger in his step, Max closes the distance again. One arm wrapped securely around your waist, he pulls you close, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine.

Steadying yourself against him, you can't help but be swept away by the intensity of the moment. His proximity is electrifying; his scent, a mixture of his cologne, sweat, and champagne, fills your senses as he leans closer, his lips grazing against your ear.

"Care to lend a hand?" he whispers, his voice husky with desire. His playful tone sends a surge of heat coursing through you, and you play along, relishing in the teasing banter.

With a playful smirk, you nod in response, your fingers trailing lightly along the contours of his racing suit as you begin to assist him in changing.

The adrenaline from today's race still surges through his veins, and his whole body tenses with the remnats of the high-octane action on the track. Despite the exhaustion that threatened to set in, there is a raw energy emanating from him.

You stroke his chest firmly through his racing suit; every muscle in his body seems to be coiled like a tightly wound spring, ready to unleash its power at a moment's notice. The fabric hugs his frame flawlessly, accentuating his athletic build and adding an air of intensity to his already striking appearance.

His eyes, ablaze with the remnants of the fierce competition, hold a magnetic allure that is impossible to resist. There is a primal energy to him, a wildness that sets your heart racing and your pulse quickening with every passing moment.

As your hands glide across Max's chest, tracing the contours of his racing suit, you feel the tension in his body gradually give way to a sense of relaxation. Enjoying how the sleek fabric feels underneath your fingertips, you stroke him even firmer, causing him to purr happily.

You let your hands run along his waistline as well, feeling his butt filling out the suit fully. Your hands are now freely encompassing all of him, from the small of his back, running along his spine and back around his shoulders, to his firm chest.

"That feels good." His smile widens as he pulls you closer, his grip firm yet gentle on your waist, a clear invitation to continue.

With each stroke, you sense the pleasure building within him, the sensation of your touch heightening the electric connection between you. His racing suit, once a barrier between you, now serves as a conuit for your intimacy, amplifying the intensity of your shared desire.

Max leans, his lips brushing over your neck and your ear, before he lets out a low, guttural moan, giving you goosebumps.

"Mhmm." You shiver as your hands gilde over his thick pecs and right his arms. As your fingers trail along Max's muscular arms, stroking the sinewy contours underneath his suit, he responds with a subtle flex, the muscles beneath his skin rippling with power.

He leans his head back, and with a knowing smile, he invites you to feel the strength of his arms. 

As you press your hands against his flexed biceps, you marvel at the firmness of his form, the raw energy simmering just beneath the surface. His muscles tense under your touch, a silent invitation to explore further to revel in the sensation of his strength.

With each flex, you feel a surge of excitement coursing through you, the heat of desire building with every second. Max's body is a canvas of power and grace, a testament to his relentless pursuit of perfection, both on and off track.

And as you continue to stroke him, tracing the contours of his arms with reverence and awe, you can't help but be captivated by the sheer beauty of his physicality.

"Oh, fuck." You speak quietly, watching your fingers run along his arms and back to his chest. As your gaze meets his once more, a knowing smirk plays on his lips, and he lowers his arms just to grab your waist again, securely holding you in place.

"Feels good, huh?" He licks his lips as his gentle fingers run along your waistline.

"Oh, yeah." You respond with a coy smirk forming on your lips, and then you let your hand run up his chest and right to the collar of his slick racing suit.

As you toy with the zipper of his suit, teasing him with the promise of what lies beneath, you can't help but revel in the power of your own arousal. The sight of Max, so strong and commanding yet vulnerable in his desire, stirs something primal within you, igniting a fire that burns with ferocious intensity.

And you tease him with the zipper while looking right into his sparkling eyes. You alternate between gentle caresses and playful tugs, causing a low, deep rumbling in his throat.

The firmness of his form beneath the fabric carries an intoxicating allure, pulling you closer and closer.

As you unzip his suit slowy, teasingly, you reveal the snug white fireproofs underneath, and a low growl escapes his lips, a primal sound of desire and anticipation. With his head leaning back, he surrenders to the sensations, his body tensing beneath your touch.

Sliding your hands inside his suit, you feel the warmth of his skin beneath the fabric, the firmness of his muscles, even more evident now, inviting your touch. 

With each stroke, you apply just the right amount of pressure, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from Max as he arches into your touch. His breaths come in shallow gasps, the rhythm of his heartbeat echoing in the space between you. 

And as you continue to stroke him, your movements growing bolder and more confident with each passing second, you feel the arousal within you intensifying as well, matching the intensity of his own desire.

With a shared determination, Max and you work together to remove the upper half of his racing suit, leaving the sleeves hanging down his waist. As the fabric falls away, his muscles are revealed, defined, and taut beneath the thin material of his undergarments.

Each contour is accentuated by the tight fabric, a testament to the physical strength and endurance required of a Formula 1 driver.

Unable to restrain the urge to touch him or feel him, you place both of your hands on his chest again. With every touch, every stroke, Max lets out a low, primal growl of pleasure. 

His grip on your waist intensifies as well, as he starts to stroke you in response. This spurs you on, fanning the flames already burning inside your belly, encouraging them to engulf your entire chest with burning desire.

Your hands explore the planes of his chest and the curves of his abdomen. The sensation of his muscles rippling beneath your fingertips only fuels your desire further, each growl serving as a symphony of passion between you.

Running your hands up Max's chest and neck, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your hand, you trace the outline of his lips with your thumb, a teasing question poised on your lips.

"Are you enjoying yourself?" You ask, a playful glint in your eyes.

Max's response is a simple nod, his expression softening as he meets your gaze. The tension that gripped his features now melts away, replaced by a look of pure contentment and desire.

With a mischievous grin, you reach up and remove his cap, letting it drop to the floor with a soft thud. His messy hair spills out from beneath, tousled and tousled from the excitement of the race. Running your fingers through his hair, you marvel at the softness, the strands tangling around your fingertips like silk.

Leaning in closer, you caress his cheeks, feeling the stubble beneath your touch. His skin is warm and smooth, in stark contrast to the rough texture of his racing suit.

At the same time, you keep stroking his tummy, tracing the tangible outlines of his abs with your other hand. The look in his eyes, dark with desire, tells you that he is enjoying every moment of the exquisite torture.

You let your hand wander even further down his body, and you gasp once your hand encompasses the desire bulding up inside his racing suit. In response, Max lets out a low sigh and starts to grind his hips against the palm of your hand.

Your eyes meet his, and the two of you smirk knowingly.

With practiced ease, Max slips off his shoes, the tension in the room palpable as he stands before you, his clothes clinging to his form.

As the racing suit falls to the floor, forgotten in the heat of the moment, your eyes trace the outlines of his body, mesmerized by the sight before you.

Max stands tall and proud, his muscles defined and toned beneath his tight fireproofs. The fabric is hugging his form like a second skin, and unlike the racing suit, it is unable to hide any of his features. 

His muscles ripple underneath, his biceps are thick with tension, just like his entire chest and thighs. The unmistakable bulge forming inside his trousers shows the effect all that teasing has on him, and Max isn't even trying to hide it.

Instead, he rubs the palm of his hand across his member while biting his lower lip and watching you closely. Still, you're not done teasing him yet.

Placing your hands back on his firm chest, you continue to stroke Max through his undergarments, eliciting a chorus of enticing sounds from his throat. With each touch, each stroke, the desire threatens to consume you both.

Max responds eagerly to your touch, pulling you closer until there is barely any space between you. His hands, once idle at my sides, now roamed freely, exploring every curve and contour of my body with a fervent hunger.

Feeling his hands on your butt, pulling you flush against him, sends a jolt of electricity coursing through you. The sensation of his touch is all-consuming, setting your skin ablaze with longing and need.

You suddenly can't wait to feel his bare skin under your fingertips. Tugging greedily at his shirt, you expose the hard lines of his abs. Responding to your need, he takes his shirt off in one swift motion, exposing his beautiful, toned chest.

Just like before, you stroke him and play with his hard nipples, just the way he likes it. His skin is so warm, tensed, yet oddly soft. His muscles react to the simplest touch, and you know he's longing for so much more.

Your eyes follow his hand, stroking himself, his chest, abs, and then further down to his member, tenting visibly. Max is letting out low growls, pressing his body against yours while biting his lips.

"Let me take care of that." You smirk and kiss him lovingly before you make your way down his chest. With every stroke, his breathing quickens, and you place kisses all over his chest, down his abs until you're on your knees.

Max runs a hand through his hair and across his face. His entire being is craving a release, to let go of all this pleasure and desire building up inside him.

Teasingly, you trace the outlines of his member with two fingers, causing him to moan quietly. Then, you slip your fingers inside his pants. As you play with the waistband, teasingly tugging at the fabric, Max's reaction is immediate; a low groan escapes his lips as he leans into your touch, his desire palpable against your fingertips. 

With each playful tug, his arousal grew, the fabric of his fireproofs stretching against the swell of his desire, its heat radiating through his clothes.

There is no room for restraint or hesitation. Both of you are consumed by the fire of your shared passion.

You pull his pants down and let your hands roam all over his thighs before you focus all of your attention on his dick.

As you take him inside your mouth, your entire body gets just as stiff as he is, and right away, Max lets out multiple low moans, leaning his head back while running a hand through your hair, encouraging you to take it all.

Easily, the two of you adapt to each other's movements, moving in sync with one another to an unseen, unheard rhythm.

Max moves deliberately, soft and gentle, even though he is already on the verge of cumming. All that teasing, paired with the excitement of winning today's race, dominating the entire grid, built up inside him, just waiting for this moment.

It doesn't take long for him to lean his head back even further and let out an exhausted, long moan.

His familiar taste spreads across your tongue, causing you to relish in that moment.

Max runs a hand through your hair as you separate yourself from him. He bends down, placing a hand at your neck, stroking you with his fingertips. 

"That felt so good." He moans as he leans in to kiss you gently. Then, he helps you get up and steadies you against his firm frame. 

"It was amazing." You lick your lips, savoring the taste still lingering on your tongue.

Max then steps out of his fireproofs, leaving them pooled at his feet. He stands before you, completely exposed, his vulnerability laid bare for you to see.

He touches himself a few times, still feeling that pleasure running through his veins, and you can't help but smile.

As you watch Max get dressed again, your gaze lingers on every movement, captivated by the effortless grace with which he moves. 

He starts by slipping into a fresh pair of underwear, the fabric clinging snugly to his form. Max struggles a little with his stiff member, but that just makes the two of you giggle.

"Always the same with you." You tease, but he just shrugs.

"I can't help it." He tilts his head slightly. "That's what you're doing to me." 

Rolling your eyes, you can't help but giggle again.

Next, he pulls on a pair of jeans, the denim hugging his legs in all the right places. With each movement, the tension in the room seems to grow again, amplifying the allure of his every gesture.

Finally, Max reaches for his signature Red Bull shirt, the fabric stretching tautly across his firm chest and shoulders. Even though it is a familiar sight, the shirt seems to fit him even more perfectly than usual, accentuating every contour of his muscular frame.

As he smoothes down the fabric, adjusting the shirt just so, you can't help but reach out for his chest once more. 

You run a hand over Max's red Bull shirt, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through the fabric. A shiver of excitement exhoes through you.

Your soft strokes elicit another guttural rumble deep from within his throat, and he places his hand on top of yours. The fabric of his shirt stretches and molds to the contours of his body, flattering him perfectly.

His familiar scent envelopes you again, filling the air with an intoxicating aroma that is uniquely his own. It is a scent you know and love—a blend of musk and sweat mixed with the subtle hint of his favorite cologne.

"Do I smell okay?" He asks suddenly, and you just nod.

"Yeah, so good." You smile and lean in to him, kissing him deeply while still stroking his chest through his tight shirt.

As you pick up the discarded clothes from the floor, you can't help but revel in the sensation of Max's racing suit and fireproofs between your fingers. The fabric is so soft yet sturdy.

As the two of you fold the garments neatly, you notice how they still retain the faint scent of Max—a scent that fills you with a sense of comfort and familiarity.

Feeling his arms wrap around you from behind, his touch gentle yet possessive, you melt into his embrace, savoring the warmth of his presence. His hand strokes your tummy with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter, each caress sending waves of pleasure through you.

Turning around to face him, you are greeted by the sight of Max in his signature look, his cap firmly in place, and a playful glint in his eyes. Despite the intensity of the day, he is ready for the next challenge, his confidence unwavering as he prepares for the next interview.

With a smile, you reach up and adjust his cap, making sure it is perfectly aligned. Max grins in response, a silent acknowledgement of your unspoken bond.

#max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen smut #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #max verstappen x y/n #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 smut #formula 1 smut #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 imagine

[flutterflora]

Whenever I see people say things like "Pinkie Pie should've been a pegasus" or "Fluttershy fits earth pony more" I get a little frustrated because TO ME the mane six have always been a really good example of "societal expectations" VS "societal deviance" of the three pony species within equestria.

Earth ponies are almost always expected to be providers. Like the Apple family for example or the Cake family OR even the "flower trio". They provide necessities, often food or they often provide hard labour (note how "background" jobs like construction and taxi pulling are most often done by earth ponies too). Applejack is obviously a perfect example of this! She's the head of her family, she's extremely hard working, shes incredibly physically strong, she's known and relied on by most of Ponyvill. Applejack very much lives up to the expectations that pony society has of earth ponies.

Pinkie Pie on the other hand is not one bit concerned with hard work. Her whole thing is having fun and throwing parties. In a way she is also providing something very important and necessary, socialisation and relaxation, however these are generally not deemed as valuable as strenuous labour and food production. Pinkie Pie is always written off as "childish" or not taking things seriously enough. She isn't deemed as very reliable a lot of the time and has to work very hard to prove herself, more so than someone like Applejack.

Ponyvill was founded by earth pony farmers, and is densely populated by earth ponies. Earth ponies are expected to work hard and grow food and provide for everyone, their roles are incredibly necessary and their work is highly appreciated. However, without someone like Pinkie Pie who deviates from those expectations, Ponyvill would be a miserable place (as seen in the episode Magical Mystery Cure). She may not be a farmer or a construction worker but her divergence from earth pony "standards" is what keeps everything in balance.

The same can be said for Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy too. Rainbow Dash is an exceptional athlete, she flies like no other pony and she almost always has her wits about her. At the end of the day, Rainbow Dash is truly a performer at heart, she wants to be in the Wonderbolts and show off her skills to all of Equestria. Pegasi are expected to be fast, agile, eager, always cool, proud and quick witted just like the Wonderbolts, and just like Rainbow Dash. She is a peak performance pegasus.

Fluttershy is Rainbows exact opposite. She doesn't care for speed, adventure or displays of athleticism, she truly doesn't even care for flying. She is, in both a literal and metaphorical way, very "down to earth", however her role is still very important and her being a pegasus is still very integral to who she is. If it weren't for her experiences of being ostracised for being different she would never have the empathy and dedication to her animals the way she does (and on more practical note, being able to fly does aid her in her work a lot the time). Fluttershy slows down, she's quiet and she gentle which something that other pegasi (and earth ponies honestly) struggle with. It was alway right for Fluttershy to be a pegasus who could soar the skies, because if she never fell down to earth she would have never found her true calling. Without ponies like her, many important things, creatures and events would go unnoticed and unchecked.

Rarity and Twilight Sparkle is kind of a funny one because I think a lot of people may expect Twilight to be the prime example of unicorns, but that's not really true at all. Twilight, despite being our mane character, is actually the deviant one here.

This is illustrated for us almost immediately in the first episode, where she's invited to a party by three other unicorns but ditches it to go study instead. Magic is merely a tool for most unicorns, but for ponies like Twilight or Starlight, it is their whole existence, it's what they were quite literally born to do. Twilight does not value social status at all, she doesn't have time to and growing up so stuck in her studies I'm not even sure she aware that it's such a big deal to others, especially within Canterlot. It's also worth noting that to Twilight, Princess Celestia was always her teacher and Princess Cadence was her babysitter so their status as royals never really mattered to her and she's able to see them more are regular ponies for that reason also.

Most Unicorns are socialites, they value "social currency" and monetary gain more than they value magic. They don't care that the Princesses are very powerful magically, they care more about their political powers and their social status as royals. We see this clearly in the season 2 episode "Sweet and Elite" where Rarity gets swept up on the high society life of Canterlot, when she mentions being from Ponyvill to two random snobby unicorns they look down on her, yet once it's revealed that she's staying at the castle for her visit, things change, mostly notably: her status. Rarity is a prime example of a unicorn, she's stylish, she's ambitious, she's concerned with image, she's social, she has very fine tastes and she's a businesswoman.

As the series progresses we she both Twilight and Rarity gain some fame. Twilight is mostly inconvenienced and troubled by this whereas Rarity, like most unicorns would, relishes in any sort of limelight. Unicorns are expected to be professional, they're most often more modern or "ahead of the curve" than other ponies and tend they to be the primary business owners of Equestria. However without ponies like Twilight, magic would become just an afterthought. Without powerful wizards like Starswirl, dedicated students like Subburt or magic obsessed freaks (affectionate) like Twilight Sparkle, pony society would crumble.

Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Rarity are prime examples of what is expected of earth ponies, pegasi and unicorns, respectively, in Equestrian society. However without ponies like Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle there would be no balance and no progression. In fact in the episode "Hearts Warming Eve" we literally get canon lore telling us that if it wasn't for three ponies who deviated from the rules and expectations of their respective tribes, that Equestria wouldn't even exist today.

I think the mane six are a great small scale example of how pony society functions and I really appreciate this aspect of the writing <3

#mlp #my little pony #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #quilly rambles #also i'm aware that in HWE smart cookie is played by AJ not ponkie but it's just a play so plz just let me have this #this has been on my mind a lot tbh #for a very long time #genuinely very sorry or any spelling errors typos or phase misuse i tried to proof read but dyslexia is still dyslexing

[scekrex]

Part 2 of the punk-rock band? 😍

Ya know, where the reader just puts Adam in his place after he constantly obsesses over him (In a way that he just tries to court him and get into his pants) and the reader just has enough of his bullshit and puts him on a tight leash (figuratively speaking or not, your choice) and teaches him a thing or two 🤭 Basically just Adam consensually pushed into a subspace and taught a lesson of how to behave and not act like a spoiled brat + how to nicely ask for something he really wants 🫶🥰

I fucking got ya babes, if ya want a part 3, lemme know bc idk why or how but somehow this turned out to be a lil more complicated and emotional than I wanted it to be.

Part 1

Love me like you mean it, a little bit harder now

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex, subspace, sub!Adam, dom!Reader, praise kink

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

After Adam had met you for the first time, had felt your touch through his robe and on his mask he couldn't stop thinking about you, you were on his mind all the time. Whenever he knew you were playing a gig, he was there, front row.

And all of that led to him ending up in your dressing room again. “The manchild is back,” you grinned at the first man as you entered the room, your crew had given you a heads up on it and secretly you thanked them for it. The guy was entertaining and dedicated, that you had to give him. Adam ignored that comment and as soon as the door fell shut behind you, he invaded your personal space, not that you really minded. Adam was the type of guy who'd act all tough to get what he wanted but in reality he was a tame dude, easy for you to handle.

The first man's eyes were glued to your body, mainly to your exposed chest. Oh how he loved the way that black vest made your body look, how he loved that you wore nothing underneath, body on display for his eyes to drink in. It was absolutely beautiful, you were beautiful.

“Sup pretty boy,” the grin Adam had on his lips was probably the cockiest grin you've ever seen, the sharp yellow teeth made it seem almost preditorically as he leaned his forearm against the door. His body was covering yours entirely - for a guy his size not exactly hard to do. The golden wings closed the cage on its sides, leaving you trapped, or at least that's what Adam thought would be the case. You lazily looked up at him, one eyebrow raised and your arms crossed over your chest, “Still behaving like a boy I see.” At that Adam huffed, clearly offended by the term. Him? Behaving like a boy? Up your fucking ass. “I should teach ya a lesson, baby, whatcha think?”

The first man had no time to even respond, too quick were your hands to grab a tight hold of his collar and switch your positions, now it was him who was being pressed against the door, his wings twitched in surprise and the air got knocked out of his lungs as his back hit the door. “The fuck you think you-” he almost choked on his words as you leaned in close, pulling him down a little by his collar so that your lips almost brushed against the surface of the mask as you spoke. “You wanna get dominated so fucking badly it makes you look incredibly stupid, big guy,” a sly grin was on your lips and your eyes flickered from his eyes to the edge of his mask, dear God you wanted this manchild to take that shitty thing off, you wanted to see his face, his every emotion. If he wanted to get fucked so badly, you could arrange that. “I don't know what the fuck you're talking about,” the first man responded, denial coated his voice heavily and you knew he was not only lying to you but also to himself. A man that labeled himself straight when he very obviously wasn't, nothing you haven't dealt with in the past. And none of them had ever complained about the sex being bad. “Oh,” you hummed sickly sweet as your hands reached to lift the mask off his head, the man in front of you froze, caught your wrists in a quick motion and held them in place. The panic he must have been feeling was written all over the LED face that shined at you, it amused you to a certain level and yet you silently questioned why he was so afraid of taking it off, he surely couldn't look that horrific. “But you do, you do know exactly what I'm talking about,” your voice was nothing more than a whisper, you tried to give him the feeling of a safe space, because while putting this manchild in his place was fun, sex only worked when both partners felt safe enough to commit to each other. You weren't gonna pressure him into things he didn't like, that wasn't your style.

“I-” his hands let go of your wrists as they dropped to his sides again, he lifted his wings a little in order to make him seem more confident - it did nothing to hide the uncertainty on his face though. You made eye contact with him as you slowly lifted the mask off of his head, making sure he was okay with it. And he let you. Once the hard material was in your hands and off of his head you couldn't help but drop it, the man in front of you had absolutely no reason to hide,he was the most divine looking angel you had ever met. The messy brown hair framed his face in the most perfect way possible and his golden eyes that looked down on you were filled with so many emotions. “I’m not taking it up the ass, I'm not fucking gay,” he managed to spit out - it sounded more like a question if you were honest, but whatever helped him sleep at night. “Of course you're not,” you agreed sarcastically as you stepped in a little closer, your wing slid underneath his jaw to tilt his head a little as your hand moved to his crotch, cupping his growing erection through the fabric of his robe, “Is that why you're hard for me already? Because you're not gay?”

And oh dear all seeing being, please let him die, Adam grunted as he tried to swallow the moan that dared to escape his lips, his dick twitched underneath your touch and the grin on your lips only widened as the first man stuttered nonsense. “Fuck you,” he grumbled through gritted teeth and tried to minimize his body's reaction as much as possible - to his own disappointment it wasn't much he was able to mask. “Oh no baby, you got me wrong,” you hummed sweetly, a little too sweet if you were to ask Adam. And he raised an eyebrow at you as his cheeks flushed a little. Suddenly the hand on his dick wasn't just pressing against the muscle but slowly started to stroke him through his robe. Oh fuck, Adam wished the fabric between your touch and his dick would magically disappear, would it be inappropriate to snap it away? Maybe. “You’re not fucking me today,” you continued to speak, he tried to focus on you, on the words you were speaking. But he only caught every other word - every important word for him. Fucking today. Sounded good in Adam's ears. “I’m going to fuck you.” That was something Adam caught completely and his body stiffened at the sheer thought of it. Surely you didn't mean it that way, right? You weren't actually gonna fuck him, he had told you he wasn't gay after all, no way in heaven he'd take dick up his ass. And yet the thought sparked a little bit of curiosity inside of him. Would you be gentle with him, or treat you like he treated all the women he slept with? Ruthless and rough?

“And you're gonna submit to me,” that caused the first man to snap out of his haze, “What?” You grabbed the ridiculously high collar of his white robe tightly and dragged him over to the leather couches, pushing him down onto the larger one. He fell onto his chest and anxiety shot through his body, he suddenly went into fight or flight mode and immediately tried to get up again, this was wrong, this was not what he had wanted. He had thought about a quick blowjob or maybe - if he was lucky - he'd get to fuck your ass. But him getting fucked? Fuck no.

You placed your hand firmly between his shoulder blades and pushed him down again, the brunette turned his head sideways so that he could continue to breathe and he seeked your eyes, his were almost pleading, pleading to be released, to simply leave. But you weren't having any of it and Adam wasn't something you haven't had dealt with in the past already. You dropped on your knees, your face once again so damn close to his and yet not close enough to kiss your lips. Adam wanted to kiss your lips so desperately. One hand kept him down, the other stroked through his soft, brown hair. “Shush pretty boy,” you spoke quietly like your words were spoken only for his ears and his alone. “We both know you can be good,” you noticed how the brunette's hips started to grind against the leather at your words. Someone had a thing for praises. Good to know. “That’s it, that's my good boy,” you hummed with a warm smile on your lips as the hand that had been pressing him against the couch slid down his spine and came to rest on the first man's ass. Adam whined at your touch, tried to lean into it while he also desperately craved and chased friction. His breath hitched as you squeezed one of his ass cheeks playfully and hazy eyes locked with yours. The anxiety and fear was gone, the lust had flooded those feelings out of his system. “You can always tell me to stop, okay?” Ground rules were important and even though putting Adam in his place without any mercy sounded like a good thing, you wanted him to enjoy it as much as you would. “If something doesn't feel right you're gonna tell me immediately and we'll stop,” the golden eyes that were filled with lust and desire suddenly seemed to adore you more than they wanted to see you naked, like no one had ever told him that saying no is always an option. “Yes, Sir,” he mindlessly mumbled and a sound similar to purring left his body as you continued to pet his hair and massage his ass.

“Just look at how well you behave for me,” a small kiss was placed on his temple and he whimpered as your lips left his skin again, clearly needing your touch. His hand reached out for your body and you let him, wanting to see where this would lead you to. His fingers softly moved up and down your exposed chest, they pushed the jeans fabric of your vest aside to brush over your nipples. You chuckled deeply as you saw how mesmerized Adam looked as he touched you, like you were the most beautiful thing God had ever created and he got to touch it.

“Pretty boy,” the gentle spoken pet name made it right through his haze and his eyes snapped up to look at you. “Think you can keep up being my good baby?” His eyes widened a little at your words and a nod was quick to follow. Yeah, yeah he could be good. Good for you, good for the only person that mattered. You had given him the option to stop at every given point and his dick caused enough pain for Adam to be okay with trying it. If it wasn't his thing he'd tell you, that he could surely do. The first man wanted you, his body screamed at him to swallow you whole and he gave in, the walls inside of him shattered as he took a hold of the hand you had buried in his hair and moved it to his cheek, you were now cupping his face, watching the brunette leaning into it. Fuck he was cute like that, all blissed out and driven by lust and desire.

You lifted your hand off his ass and the whine Adam let out at the loss of contact was one of the most beautiful sounding whines you had ever heard. His face was scrunched up and while pleasure was definitely visible, so was need. This wasn't enough for him. Your hand slammed down onto his ass, the slap wasn't as firm as you had intended to, you had to test the waters first. You checked Adam's face for any kind of reaction, anything. His eyes were wide open, shock laid in them. “Adam?” you asked carefully, checking on your partner, he however ignored your question and once the M left your lips he responded, “Again.” So you did as he had asked and slapped his ass again, a little firmer this time. Two slaps turned into three and before you knew it the first man started to breathe heavily, nothing else was coming from him that heavy breaths and quiet moans whenever your hand came down onto his butt yet again. Each spank firmer than the one before.

Adam's mind was fogged up, he wasn't able to process any words that were spoken by you and yet he felt the praises going straight through his dick, making it painful to rut his hips against the couch. He needed a different kind of friction, he wanted to beg you for more but his body wasn't listening to him and not a single word was leaving his lips. His thoughts were full of you, you, you. You spanking him, calling him a good boy, telling him how good he was, fucking him. Oh he wanted you to fuck him silly.

“Adam?” you asked as both of your hands came up to cup his face, pausing the spanking for a moment to make sure the first man was enjoying himself. But. Adam didn't respond, his eyes were only half open and he was drooling onto the black leather couch, his hand has stopped touching you, it hung off the couch and Adam looked like he had just got his brains fucked out.

His cheeks were flushed, a deep red covered them and the flush went all the way down his throat. Had Adam gone into subspace from a little spanking? Apparently. You leaned in, your face only a few inches away from his as you softly praised him for taking it so well, “You are so good for me, baby, took it like a pro.” And then his eyes found yours and you went quiet for only a moment. Adam used that moment, his hand grabbed your chin and pulled you in for a kiss. The kiss was lazy yet entertaining, the pace was slow and still Adam was quick to involve his tongue, he deepened the kiss by meeting your own tongue where your lips connected, his breathing only grew heavier. Your tongues fought for dominance and you knew he wouldn't win, he was too out of it, his mind too hazy. The first man turned around, now laying on his back as he continued to kiss you. The hand that had been stroking your chest before lifted you up, placing you on his stomach. You yelped in surprise which he used to his advantage to slide his tongue inside your mouth, he claimed it as his territory, you were his now - if only for the moment. “Fuck,” you mumbled against Adam's lips as you pulled back to catch your breath. The first man pulled on your hips, moved your body downwards - if only a little - to rut his hips against your ass, a loud moan fell from his lips at the sudden body heat of yours that covered his dick. He wanted more, needed more, eyes begging you in silence for what he desperately longed for. You let the brunette have it for a moment, he was too far gone to properly realize what he was doing. However when his movements grew greedy, you lifted your hips and slid down between his legs.

Golden eyes watched you curiously as you undressed him, careful not to hurt his wings, you took off his robe for him - that was trickier than you thought it would be considering that Adam was purely out of it, he was barely able to lift his hips so you could pull down his fucking underwear. You shrugged off your vest, threw it across the room to get it out of the way and then you got rid of your pants and underwear right after kicking off your shoes.

The brunette's hands reached for your hips and he lazily traced little circles against your skin as you covered your fingers in your own spit. Usually you carried a small bottle of lube with you but not today - why you didn't remember. Spit would do the work though, not as smoothly as lube but you'd make it work. The hazy eyes that were watching you looked happy with the view they got and you couldn't help but make a small show out of it. You lifted your hips a little to arch your back and with your own fingers in your mouth you moaned, eyes rolling back into your skin as your hips thrusted up into the air, needing friction just as much as Adam did.

When your fingers were wet enough, you gently placed your index finger against Adam's hole and you felt how he tensed up, how he denied any entrance immediately. You gently patted his hip, “Don’t you worry big guy I've got you, if you don't like it we'll stop, but give it a try.” And those words seemed to help because the man underneath you relaxed at least a little. You'd make it work. The feeling of your finger entering him was not as unpleasant as Adam had originally thought, it was actually okay, he could handle it. But soon impatience took over and he started to squirm, that was a signal for you to enter another finger, and so you did, a whimper of your name was your reward.

Adam was quite easy to stretch, his body gave in so easily, like it knew what Adam was craving, that the first man had been made to take your dick. Sooner than you thought you were able to replace your fingers with your erection and entering Adam was bliss pure, his thight, hot walls clenched down around you and you bit your lip to not spill your load immediately - fuck he was good. Your hands moved up and down his sides to calm him down, grounding the first man with your touch seemed to work quite well, the poor dude was touch starved through and through. “So fucking tight,” you grunted as you were slowly burying yourself inside of hin, he took it better than you had expected. Adam whined at your comment, his hands tried to grab your shoulders to pull you down to him but ĥe was too out of it for his body to work properly so he had to try a couple of times before he acually grabbed ahold of you and was able to pull you down, “Don’t fucking treat me like a weak bitch,” the first man mumbled, almost sounding annyed at your slow pace. Blissed out Adam was a version you liked better, that was for sure, when he was all heavy breaths and needy whines, a drooling mess for you and only you to enjoy. But whatever that cocky bastard wanted, if he wanted it rough you could definitely deliver that. So your hands moved down Adam’s sides on last time before you grabbed his hips firmly and started to pound into him, there was no bottoming out inside of him first to get him used to your size, if the first man wanted to be torn apart, to drown in pain and lust, then you would give that to him. His head fell back at that, the flush on his cheeks that also crept down his neck only deepened as spit drooled from the corner of his mouth. His hard dick was resting against his chest and seemed to be in desperate need of attention, so you sneakily wrapped one of your hands around it at the same time as your dick hit his prostate for the first time.

Adam screamed.

You were sure your band mates and the crew would hear him but you didn’t mind, it was some sort of trophy in your book, who could say of themselves that they made the first man scream from pleasure? You were quite certain that not a single person had ever gotten him to be that vocal. “That’s it Adam, lemme hear how good ya feel,” you placed a soft kiss on his chest, your hips kept moving at the quickest pace you could offer and considering that Adam wasn’t begging for more made you feel like it was enough to give him the pleasure he desperately wanted and needed from you. The hand around his dick tightened and Adam was visibly overwhelmed, he tried to match your pace, to meet both your dick and your hand half way through - it didn’t work out as well as he would’ve liked it to but it was enough. Enough to bring him so, so close to the edge, “So much, so fucking-” Your lips wrapped around his nipple and what was originally meant to tease him made him come undone. Because the second your soft, warm lips closed around it, his entire body tensed up, a violent shiver ran through it and then you felt the hot liquid that painted both of your bodies like a canvas. You weren’t done with him though, not until his insides were just as white as his own stomach, so you fucked him through his orgasm. His wings came up to cover his face - a move you didn’t approve of so you were quick to push the golden feathers out of the way, “Don’t even think about it, I wanna see your face when I mark you up from the inside.” Adam’s eyes watched yours, filled with greed and desire he nodded, “Fuck, yeh, just- ugh” He interrupted himself as he clenched down around you, offering you more friction as his own dick slowly grew soft again. And yet he wasn’t complaining about how you took longer than him - a thing you definitely thought would happen. Adam had given you the vibe of a selfish asshole when it came to sex, you were glad that impression had been proven wrong. “Gonna mark your bitchy ass as mine,” you growled as your pace quickened slightly, your thrusts started to become a little sloppy and breathing became harder as lust took over your body entirely and all you were able to do is to fuck him. Adam, who seemed to still be on a post-orgasm-high, whined at that, his nails dug into your shoulders lightly as he responded, “Yes, please.” And a plea from the first man followed by a moan of your name was what did it for you. The grip on his hips became bruising and you slammed your dick into him violently. And then you fell apart on top of him.

Your orgasm washed over you, causing your arms to give out which resulted in you falling onto Adam’s chest with a loud moan of his name that fell from your lips. Adam was quick to wrap his arms around your body, he wanted to keep you as close as possible. And when his wings closed themselves around the two of you, covering you like the warmest, softest blanket, you had to force yourself to pull out of him, had to rebel against the tiredness that lulled your body in far quicker than ever before. So you moved your hips backwards, a whine left both of you as you weren’t exactly happy with that - but you knew it was better than staying inside for too long. You crawled up a little, rested your head underneath his chin and let sleep take you as you listened to Adam’s steady heartbeat. The first man was already asleep.

-

When you woke up it was because of the cold that surrounded your body, Adam’s wings were no longer your blanket replacement and his body heat was no longer spending you comfort, the only way you were able to inhale his scent was when your nose pressed against the leather of the couch you were laying on. You turned your head to the side and watched as the first man got dressed. Of fucking course. “Leaving already, huh?” your voice sounded rough - not only because you had given a bunch of concerts lately but also because of the sex you had earlier. Adam flinched at the sound of your voice and gave you a quick glance as he straightened his robe, “See babes, you don’t do fucking boys, I don’t do fucking cuddles.” You sighed. You should’ve known it, should’ve stayed away from him before you got attached. “It was a good fuck babes, but I don’t do fucking love, only gets you hurt and shit.” You forced yourself to get up, and as you did your wobbly knees gave out underneath you. You were prepared to hit the floor but Adam caught you instead, “Jesus fucking Christ man, you need to be careful.” HIs face was so close to yours and while his eyes gave you a hint of annoyance, you also found worry in them. Still a little drunk on just waking up you reached for his face while his mask was still laying on the table and gently caressed his cheek. The first man seemed conflicted by that, he wanted to lean into the touch, to embrace and enjoy it, but that would show he got attached - just like you. But the decision on how to react was taken from him as you leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his lips. Fuck getting attached. The brunette kissed you back just as soft as he prevented you from falling by pulling you against his body.

“You’re so beautiful, y’know that?” you mumbled against his lips as you pulled away a little, ending the kiss - too soon for Adam’s taste, he could be standing here kissing you for all eternity. Beautiful. When was the last time someone had told him that with such honesty and without the intention of getting in his pants? He didn’t know.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

[hardlyinteresting]

Favourite Hotch Centered episode

Day 11 of the #MarchHotchness event. Find the other days HERE Thank you to @hotchfiles for creating this event 💕

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I am incredibly behind. I'm sorry.

For me, a centred episode is an episode where you see character development, so my top three Hotch episodes are as follows: 

4. The Tribe. It’s the first time we see Hotch butting heads with someone else. It shows us his ability to respect a person he’s in apparent competition with. We watch his attitude change and his perspective shift as he’s given new information to consider and insight into life experiences beyond his own. By the end, they’ve formed a solid bond. The episode is also just structured like a classic buddy cop comedy, and it’s endlessly amusing to me. I truly love the line where Spencer begins answering a question in the classroom and without missing a beat, Hotch calls him out like a parent/teacher. I think the episode also shows Hotch’s dedication to doing the right thing, and seeking the truth despite there being easier paths, involving money, etc. The BAU can’t be bought or manipulated. And this theme comes up a lot around Hotch. 

3. L.D.S.K. I think this episode is an amazing showcase of how clever Hotch really is, and how well he can read a situation and adapt. His ability to gain favour, and create a rapport between himself and the UNSUB is impressive. He utilizes the profile and thinks quickly. He creates a game plan. We also get bits and pieces of information about the teams he was on before he joined the BAU. Also, his apologising to Spencer afterwards is precious. I love their relationship so much. 

2. Pleasure Is My Business is one of my favourites because I think it showcases a lot of Hotch’s moral compass. He’s interested in justice regardless of what that means. He also has a great deal of compassion where others might not. I think a lot of his true character is on display here. Also, plot-wise I think this episode is unique compared to a lot of the others, and the whole “how am I a whore?” dialogue is brilliant. I love that whole conversation. I just like this episode point blank.  

1. Omnivore has always been one of my favourite episodes, period. When I think of criminal minds I think of Omnivore. To me, it is the pinnacle of what criminal minds is. But for Hotch specifically, we see how dedicated he is, and how driven he is as well. This is the case that has haunted him for years, and little does he know at this point will continue to alter his life in ways he never could have anticipated. We see Hotch get vulnerable in conversation with Rossi, we see him for the first time unsure, and blaming himself. But, we also see his determination, and we return to his moral code. He doesn’t make deals with guys like the Reaper, even when it would make the problem “go away”. 

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds fic #hotch x reader #marchhotchness

[lewisinho]

✨lewis hamilton’s most underrated mclaren drives ✨

(with special dedication to: @l8tof1 & @sirlew44)

did a lil’ rewatch over the break and wanted to do a post about some of lewis’ most underrated wins/drives in f1 over the years; i realise that there are a lot of them and so i decided to split and do a post for his mclaren days and another one for his mercedes years.

a few words of introduction:

the thing about watching mclaren lewis and why it’s just such a privilege, is that this boy is special; babyfaced rookie picked from the crèche by ron dennis and who was told he’d be half a second off nando’s pace and that he shouldn’t worry, wasn’t just hungry he had something to prove, he will nawt be a second driver even if it’s to the reigning 2x world champion who has just come from beating THE michael schumacher, basically babes wasn’t having it and he put the fear of god into these drivers…and ron dennis (say what you want about that that man, but you can’t deny, he really girlbossed that one thing; giving lewis a car that was capable of winning, was a choice™️, but a very good one and we thank him for that); mclaren lewis is special because he’s hungry, he’s raw and fast, very fast, sometimes too fast and too reckless, but he’s learning, and when you watch these races and these seasons you see him learn and grow and change; all these seasons are different, but those mclaren years are just as important for the lore and who he is now and to witness the evolution of both the driver and the man is truly special; so this small collection of drives is a bit of a crème-de-la-crème if you will of those races that i think aren’t as mentioned in the pantheon of great lewis drives as much as i think they should, so let us begin:

fuji 2007 🇯🇵 aka the first rain dance of og bald baby mclazza rookie lewis, stunting on hoes since ‘07

people keep talking about silvo 2008 (and rightly so) but this one is a bit of a forgotten wet-weather masterpiece; talk about artistic sublimity, this is the racing sublimity of one 22-year-old rookie lewis hamilton; baby lewis was holding off his reigning world champion of a teammate absolutely majestically in torrential conditions, and executing the race and the restarts to perfection (race is also chaos personified so brilliant to rewatch). baby lew became a bit of a headache for the establishment™️ and one fernando alonso and it’s fun to watch.

germany 2008 🇩🇪aka mclaren pitwall terrorising baby lewis (the horrors started way before merc)

a race overshadowed by his brilliance in silverstone two weeks earlier (suffering from success and having consecutive masterclasses amirite), but it’s nearly as brilliant; this is lewis vs massa + the mclaren pitwall deciding to gamble with some fuckass strategy and leaving lewis out for a safety car restart, lewis having to pull massive gaps, driving the wheels of that mp4-23 and then overtake from p5 to take the lead; some brilliant overtakes and lewis displaying incredible race pace; this drive is the lewis hamilton special that massa had no answer for 

singapore 2009 🇸🇬 aka lewis decided to serve cunt

to truly appreciate the sheer extent of said cunt serving, you have to watch both quali and the race; mind you, the 2009 mclaren was nawt it, the post-updates mp4-24 was still dogshit compared to lil’ sister mp4-23 and very much an underperforming and unreliable shitbox; the updates also came too late for lewis to put up a proper championship fight; however this did not stop from lewis from putting 2 whole ass seconds on his teammate, take pole ahead of the red bulls and the brawns and then dominate the race, with brilliant tyre management and race pace (40 secs ahead of kova, nearly 10 secs ahead of timo glock in p2 in a truly fuckass mclaren)

brazil 2009 🇧🇷 aka the road to legend is long and twisted and the brazilian racing gods clearly have a plan 

p17 to p3; and no you may think this is one of those checo-esque recovery drives where you qualify terribly but have a rocketship so you overtake cars easily and finish the race in a position you should have started the race in; well, the mp4-24 actually qualified terribly in the wet (even post-upgrades, it was also set up for the dry) and was still very much mid on a sunday; lewis however babes was on yet another mission, overtaking cars *mwah* like please watch it; the brazilian racing gods truly picked a chosen one and his name is lewis hamilton i do not make the rules; his lil’ fist punching the air when he crossed the line says everything you need to know about what that drive meant to lewis (also like that boy was starving for a win around interlagos and to think the first one came only in 2016 jeez) the racing gods really wanted to make that man suffer biblically in true chosen one fashion before offering any type of redemption; you see interlagos and lewis is a special narrative, it’s about a boy achieving immortality in his hero’s homeland, and it goes all the way from 2007 to 2021 and beyond, and there are chapters in between, like 2009, that are worth mentioning, because the man is desperate for a win here and he’s getting so so close, hungry mclaren lewis you mean so much to me, he would eat anything and anyone and well,,,interlagos is lewis’ yearning personified

china 2011 🇨🇳 aka he WILL have his win and he will bite and claw his way towards it 

hungry lewis starving for a win with a car that is half-decent is dangerous; this race is *chefs kiss* oh my god, please watch it, baby mclaren lewis on a mission, babes after the race said he doesn’t remember when he last won a race, like wdym it’s only been like 8 months my guy (we’re on two years now); drama starts before the race even begins, because he’s got a fuel problem and is literally mere seconds away from a pit-lane start but no that team and that man were on a mission: three-stopper, overtaking both seb and jb, terrifying race pace! he also gets a bit emotional in the cool down room and hugs seb 🥹

germany 2011 🇩🇪 aka vintage lewis special 

another one where you have to watch both quali and the race, because baby goat was pulling quali laps out of his ass (imo probably one of his best non pole laps): he split the bulls and was only half a tenth from pole (also 1.2 secs ahead of his teammate); bear in mind we’re in the domination era of kinky kylie (rb-7) which took 12/19 victories and all but one pole position, which interestingly albeit unsurprisingly went to lewis in korea): that man was putting his entire lewpussy into those quali laps; now the race, ladies and gents (gn) this is where it gets tasty and spicy and if you want a three-car fight for the win this delivers on all fronts and provides lewis at his very best this is it;

a small (but important) tangent: i do find it slightly disappointing when people overlook lewis’ 2011 season entirely because of his getting outscored by jb; yes, it wasn’t a clean season from him, he made a lot of errors in the races and it’s quite a frustrating watch in general as a lewis fan, but he also had some absolutely brilliant races (i also can’t help but point out a similar trend that has happened with his 2022 season);

but anyway, this is lewis vs webber vs fernando, mclaren vs red bull vs ferrari for the entire race; overcut and undercut strategies happening simultaneously, lewis’ racecraft and defence on webber!!!!, and featuring a great overtake on nando!

+ honourable mention: australia 2009 🇦🇺 aka icarus flew too close to the sun 

you’re prolly wondering why i’m including australia 2009, which is rather infamously known for ‘liegate’; but lewis’ (and mclaren’s) post-race shenanigans overshadow an actually brilliant drive from p18 to 4th (momentarily 3rd bc trulli got DSQ’d which was then reversed lmao; it’s a bit all over the place) in an actually dogshit mclaren that had no right fighting even for top 5; this is pre-upgrades wheelbarrow mp4-24, this is the stuff that makes the w13 look like a prima ballerina, well guess what lewis was the prima ballerina and was putting that mclaren in positions it really did not deserve to even bear witness to; and then there was a bit of a kerfuffle at the fia office (please read up on liegate it’s acc really funny, mclaren spectacularly shooting themselves in the foot 🙄), someone got fired, lewis disqualified, but oh well, shits and giggles innit (hindsight's a wonderful thing)

hope you enjoyed and i also hope this provided some inspiration for a rewatch :) 💜🏎️

#lewis hamilton #this rewatch was honestly a pleasure to do because i genuinely haven’t seen some of these races in years #there will be a part 2 with some merc drives #f1 #lewis mclaren rewatch

[swimmingismywholelife]

Inspiration

Dedicated to the Puli girls who have given me inspo to start writing again! (Also this is my first bit of writing in literal years please be nice to me lmao) (Also also if I missed anyone in the tags sorry I’m lowkey running late for work so that’s my bad just let me know if you wanna be added!)

Summary: Even though the press conference is supposed to be about him, Christian can't help but look over at the one who he really owes the win to.

Warnings: Nothing this is just straight fluff lmao.

Word Count: 1004

You loved supporting your boyfriend. Truly Christian Pulisic was one of the most hardworking people you’d ever met, and you admired the passion he had everywhere he went. After all, it was one of the qualities that led to you falling for him in the first place. The past few weeks had been difficult for him, but he pushed through and never gave up (not that you would let him anyway). He deserved all the praise he received because he worked hard to better himself every single day, and you never turned down the opportunity to show the world just how proud you were of him.

Hence why you were seated off to the side, “Pulisic” being proudly displayed across your back while he finished up his press conference with Weston. He’d had so many setbacks within the past few months, and you knew he was frustrated with being away from the pitch for so long. Throughout the game were a few times you gritted your teeth, praying he wouldn’t aggravate his injury, but it was nothing Christian couldn’t handle. He’d just had two assists and a goal against Grenada, helping his team officially qualify for the Gold Cup in the summer. To top it all off, he’d done it with symbol of Captain wrapped around his bicep. You couldn’t have asked for a better game for him.

Yet despite this press conference meant to celebrate the team’s win, Christian insisted you be there throughout the entire interview. Christian was so proud of the way his team played, and he was pretty happy with his performance. But for him, the best part of his night didn’t come from any of his assists. It didn’t come from the comfortable lead the boys had throughout the entire game. Hell, it didn’t even come from the goal he didn’t think he’d end up getting. 

No, rather Christian was most happy that you were right there in the stands by his side, just like you always were. Ever since he got injured, he’d spent weeks frustrated that he couldn’t play like he wanted to. He knew what people had been saying about him online, and he wanted nothing more than to prove them wrong. But despite the negativity that suffocated him, you were the light that he needed to keep going. You centered him, helping him remember what he was doing and why he was doing it. You constantly inspired him to be the best version of himself that he could be. Even when he doubted himself, you always had enough belief in him for the both of you. 

Christian wanted the world to know just how much you meant to him, even if it was just you sitting off to the side as he answered questions. He snuck glances at you every so often, his eyes full of love. He adored how incredibly breathtaking you looked tonight. Christian always thought you were the most beautiful thing in this world, but he couldn’t help but admire you even more as you sat there, eyes twinkling with pride and his last name across your back.

“This question is for Christian,” one of the interviewers said.

His head snapped back in front of him, wanting to give the man his full attention.

“I noticed that throughout the night, you’ve kept peeking your head off to the side. Is there any particular reason as to why?”

Christian blushed ever so slightly, Weston slightly nudging his friend teasingly.

“Um yeah. Sorry this isn’t gonna be about football and I might go on a bit of a tangent, but it’s because my incredible girlfriend is sat over there. She’s actually part of the reason I played so well today.” 

He chuckled a bit, his eyes lighting up with excitement the more he spoke.

“She’s been so incredibly supportive throughout my entire career, and especially throughout these past few weeks. Getting injured was pretty rough for me, but she’s kept me pretty level headed. Even when I was at my lowest, her faith in me overpowered any negativity I had. She’s my good luck charm for sure, and I don’t think I ever would’ve made it this far if it wasn’t for her.”

He looked over at you once again. You were on the verge of tears, your heart feeling like it could burst at any moment. You were so in love with this man and truly you couldn’t believe how you managed to find someone like him.

“Every day I thank God for allowing me to be a part of her life because I can’t imagine anyone else really. Like honestly, I’m so much better because of her, both on and off the field. So yeah, I know tonight was a great game, but the best part for me was the fact that my girl was in the crowd wearing my jersey and cheering us on. And so yeah if you’ve seen me looking off to the side, it’s because I remind myself just how lucky I really am to have her.”

The crowd aw’ed at Christian’s proclamation. He’s right, his answer wasn’t really about football. But it was clear to everyone in that room that to him, you were just as important to the game as any practice Christian could’ve put in. Though he had won the game that night, he felt like every day he won because he had you by his side.

The interview continued on for a little while longer, but Christian continuing looking right at you. For now, your last name was only on in the form of his jersey. But he knew one day that it would be your last name too because there was no one else he would’ve wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And as the two of you smiled shyly at each other as though you were the only ones in the room, the genuine love you and Christian shared touched all who you were lucky enough to witness it.

Taglist: @neverinadream​ @pulisicsgirl​ @masonspulisic @lovelynikol16​ @chelseagirl98​ @bracedes​

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic imagine #christian pulisic x reader #christian pulisic fluff #swimmingismywholelife

[hwnglx]

Hey im actually curious if you can rate it from 1-10 how much is possessive and jealous enhypen members?

so i already described the way they'd act when they're jealous here, but i'll rank them and give you some additional thoughts i've gathered recently.. since that post is a few months old 🖤

mtl possessive and jealous enhypen member

this is all just according to tarot and my observations.. pls take it lighty! ᰔᩚ

#1 jake 9.7/10 so.. i kept on debating between him and sunghoon. however, the reason i put jake as no 1, is because he's a lover who's likely to be more emotionally attached to his s/o. in addition to that, his mars is in nonconfrontational libra. this can make him much more passive-aggressive, he won't enjoy openly displaying his jealous nature and will struggle being direct about it. he's someone who will just hold long grudges (scorpios and their lifetime lasting grudges 🥹), find ways to pay you back by making you jealous too.. it's all a bit more dramatic and complicated for him. but it's neck on neck between him and hoon.

#2 sunghoon 9.6/10 the more i read on sunghoon, the more shocked i get about his intensity in love. he's a member who can get much more scary in relationships, since there is such a gap between him as a person and as a lover. he seems to be a big push and pull lover, someone who might give off the first impression of a pretty free-spirited and light-hearted guy.. but boom have him spot his s/o with some other male figure, the man's eyes will turn dark. his energy is pretty heavy whenever i do love readings for him, meanwhile in other readings it can be pretty comfortable.

#3 jay 9.3/10 jay is definitely incredibly possessive. he's someone who holds a lot of responsibility over keeping his loved ones safe and sound, he's very very protective and territorial. his ideal scenario is for you to never leave his side, so that there isn't even the possibility for you to get hurt or be treated badly. this deep desire to never let you go anywhere can definitely express itself in an overly possessive manner.

#4 jungwon 6/10 so, jungwon isn't really the easily jealous or overly possessive type, but he'll feel pretty let down if you manage to get him to that place. i've known a guy with very similar placements to him (aqua ☼ virgo ☾ aries ♀), and he's very easygoing and accepting in general.. however, in love he's immensely passionate. jungwon gives me that same vibe, he's someone who's quite picky and has high standards. so if you manage to date him, he'll expect you to be "all in" and just as dedicated to him as well.

#5 sunoo 5/10 sunoo is a gemini venus.. he isn't really someone who gets jealous a lot, since he usually doesn't take love or relationships seriously enough. but, i remember reading for him, and seeing that he can actually get pretty hurt about people betraying him. i think he kinda stands in his own way by seeming so blasé and unattached to people, when in reality there seems to be a deeply rooted desire to make more meaningful connections, and not just run away from them. i do believe he just needs to mature a little more in order to realize and embrace that.

#6 heeseung 4.5/10 so, heeseung is a very understanding and patient lover. he's someone who's willing, even eager, to put in the work needed to improve his relationships. even when obstacles arise, he isn't really the type to get discouraged or overly emotional about it right away. let's say he caught you texting some other guy.. rather than getting all jealous and vengeful, it's likely he'll just calmly ask you about it without jumping to any conclusions. however, one of his problems in love, can often be the high standards he has for himself. he can be prone to immediately look back on himself, in a more negative manner and blame himself for not having done enough to keep you happy enough. like every problem somehow goes back to him, in heeseung's eyes.

#kpop tarot #enhypen tarot

[skye-the-dragon]

Bloodweave x My Tav, fluffy things

I just love them so much, I can’t help making more stuff

Post-game (I say, as someone who’s barely finished act 1 cuz I can only play once a week lmao) the three of them live in Waterdeep in Gale’s tower

Astarion has his own dedicated floors with windows that are completely sealed off from the sun so he can walk around safely during the day

Zion has a hoarding habit. They own a bag of holding with all sorts of random items, rocks, plants, feathers, jewelry, especially shiny gold coins, small pieces of wood, if they find it cool or interesting they’re yoinking it. Gale, upon finding this out, dedicates a part of the tower for their stuff to be displayed. Zion talks Gale and Astarion through all their shit as they put it up. To their surprise, there’s quite a bit. Eventually, if this continues, they’re gonna have to crate demiplanes for all this stuff, Gale thinks.

On that note, Zion picks up any small thing they think the other two might like, or that reminds them of the two. They’re met with grateful, adoring smiles most times

Zion has a draconic tail. Gale and Astarion notice they sway it from side to side often, and find that incredibly endearing

Gale is chubby, and Zion and Astarion love to cuddle with him because he’s soft and warm (they’re cat coded) (also I won’t be taking criticism, constructive or otherwise)

When Astarion was figuring out his attraction, it basically went like: “Okay, Zion yes, I can see Zion. They’re highly intelligent, cunning, charismatic, if a bit peculiar… But Gale? Gale, of all people? Ugh! Why do I have to fall for such… specific beings?”

When he tells Gale and Zion about this, they point out he’s literally a vampire spawn. Astarion sulks for the rest of the day until they invite him to cuddle, at which point he decides to mercifully forgive them

Astarion and Zion get along with Tara (and yes I know about her, I spoiled myself lmao) exceptionally well. One can often find the three of them just staring at a wall pointlessly. Tara does it because cat things, Zion because they just got lost in thought, and Astarion to unnerve Gale a little bit, in which he succeeds. “Would you quit doing that?!”

Astarion is the shortest of them, at 170cm, Zion is 180, and Gale, 190. He pretends to dislike being the little spoon, but he actually loves it

Zion’s pet names for Astarion: My Star, My Love, Fangs (shamelessly stolen from Karlach), My Pale Elf

Zion’s pet names for Gale: My Wizard, My Love, My Human (affectionate), My Fool (affectionate)

Astarion’s pet names for Zion: Darling, My Sweet, Sweetheart, My Dear, Sweet Thing, My (Little) Treat, Dessert (playful), My Drake

Astarion’s pet names for Gale: Darling, My Sweet, Sweetheart, My Dear, Wizard, Gorgeous, Handsome, My Personal Pillow (affectionate, and mostly used while cuddling), Professor (playful)

Gale doesn’t really use pet names, but when he does, it’s just “My Love”, “My Dear” or “My Sweet”

Astarion mostly feeds on Zion, their blood sour-sweet in a good way, but occasionally, when he’s particularly hungry and they have no blood to spare, he’ll feed on Gale, despite his blood tasting awfully bitter

If I think of anything more, I’ll make another post lol

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #tav #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #my tav #bloodweave x tav

[simptasia]

Tell me all about LOST all I know is from Dane Cook

that is. such a funny sentence

aw shucks, its tempting, but i don't wanna give ya spoilers. and there are truly things in lost that must be experienced by your own flesh

...yes im aware of what my blog is like

so i guess i'll give a vague spoiler free overview

so. a group of plane crash survivors find themselves on a mysterious island and have to deal with the strange happenings + their weight of their individual traumas

the show is serialized and one ep more or less flows into another, so literally no ep can be skipped (no matter what anybody says) or else you'll miss something

its a large ensemble cast, ranging from the 13 to 20s range, all in all i think theres like 35 main characters

the show follows a flashback structure, each episode dedicated itself to a main plot on the island intercut with flashbacks to one character. we call these centric episodes. eg. this is a jack centric episode. sometimes an ep will have multiple characters have flashbacks in one ep. while this show didn't originate the concept of a large cast or flashback storytelling, it did popularize it in the early 2000s. so a lot of post 2004 shows wanted to be lost so bad and it shows

at first lost was a survival show but they gloss over this very quickly and its more about the weird shit going on. as time goes on, plots and mysteries stack up. this is to create intrigue, as the shows main focus is an endless parade of character studies. with the added bonus of some cool and twisty shit going on too

but because lost had so much plot, over time it got accused of being confusing and convoluted and Not Answering Questions and well. your mileage may vary. but i think its confusing if you watch it too slowly. like, it aired over a 6 year period, no wonder people got confused. its better to watch nowadays, way easier to handle

the genre of lost is: drama mystery action paranormal sci fi romance with a dash of comedy. lost is full of the saddest fucks you'll ever meet but the show contains enough levity and great colouring to make it not a huge misery fest

pretty decent racial diversity. next to no LGBT rep. more women than the average tv show. then and now

the score FUCKS

not a single bad actor in this entire show, the performances on display are fucking outstanding. and every emotion is like up to 11, which is great for my autistic brain

for those of you who find sex scenes to be tedious, i have a bit of trivia for ya: all sex in LOST happens off screen. not a single sex scene to be found. pre sex, yes, post sex, yes. making out, yes. but sex itself? footage not found. i'm neutral on the concept, i just thought that was something to point out

i highly recommend lost to, like, anybody. ever. its a masterpiece of television. even the low points are better than most shows. sometimes i take lost for granted and then i watch any other drama series and im like "oh right, lost is incredibly good"

its my third favourite show. and thats only cuz star trek and doctor who exist, and nobody is beating those fuckers

anyways do you like to see beautiful people cry and scream but it isn't cringe?* well, i've got a show for you! *okay there is some cringe. as a treat. the leading man of this show has the social grace of a cold pancake (affectionate)

thank you for your time

#i have considered doing a Guide To LOST type thing #where i give an amusing gist of each character

[mymanyfandomramblings]

I was just thinking about Steven Universe, and I was joking about how in Beach City the dads are all mostly used for comedy (except for Greg bc he's a major character, but even he's occasionally used for jokes), meanwhile the mothers could kill a man, when I realised about how well Steven Universe, even with the background characters, deconstruct the 'bumbling dad/hypercompetent mother' tropes.

It's pretty common in TV shows to have absolutely terrible dad characters, who can range from mildly incompetent to straight-up abusive, and it's extremely unusual to see a show where the father is the more competent parent than the mother. Steven Universe, however, shakes up the normal dynamic. At first Greg is everything you'd expect from your bumbling sitcom dad: he looks like a bit of a slob, he's a hoarder, he's far less attractive than Rose, the Gems don't think very highly of him, and he works a rather unimpressive career, having failed to achieve his dreams. But Greg goes on to prove himself not only as a competent parent to Steven, but probably the most competent of any of Steven's parental figures (and we all know if Rose had been able to live, she would hardly have been a wonderful parent either). This is not, however, to say that Greg is perfect--far from it, he has plenty of faults, but no more so than any other character. The point is: Greg may have the outward trappings of a bumbling dad, but subverts the trope instead, by being a responsible, caring and genuinely good parent.

The show also deconstructs the 'bumbling dad's' sister trope--the badass mama bear who is incredibly competent at running their family, and is involved with their children's lives. The mothers we see around Beach City--Barb Miller, Priyanka Maheswaran and Vidalia (as well as the Crystal Gems, who are Steven's maternal figures) all pretty much fit this trope, although certain of them fulfil certain parts of the description better than others. However, the show does display that none of them are perfect parents. Barb would clearly die and/or kill for Sadie and would love to be a part of her daughter's life, but there's multiple episodes dedicated to showing how stifled Sadie feels by her mother's enthusiasm and desire to be involved in her life. Dr. Maheswaran is incredibly competent but is also hyper-controlling of Connie, leading to a breakdown in their relationship. Vidalia is clearly a cool mum who supports all her children's ambitions--which would be great, if one of her children wasn't Onion, who would probably benefit more from discipline, rather than just affirmation of his behaviour--which ranges from minor crime to full-scale mayhem. And this isn't even starting on discussing the Gems and their failures when it comes to their parenting.

I just think it's really intriguing how Steven Universe plays with and subverts the classic tropes when it comes to parents and the roles and expectations of each parent. It's another example of why the show is so good at deconstructing classic character archetypes and tropes.

#steven universe #my ramblings #steven universe meta #greg universe #character analysis

[cinnamonest]

I have one crazy idea and it’s basically a innocent darling and everyone use her to study hilichurls

Like albedo want to learn if hilichurls from dragonspine is different from the rest, well enter darling and she will agree to anything because her parents shelter her so much growing up.

Or if she has a hydro vision and she wants to learn more so she ask mona for help and tells her that she can learn a lot from hydro slimes. That’s how darling end up being fucked by a hole group of hydro slimes, a lot of tentacles cover her.

Liue is having a problem because a lawachurl is close to the harbour, so the traveler ask is darling will help him but as you guess he just make her fuck it and says it’s part of the plan.

Hu tao is taking care of ghost but a lot of them have problem going to the afterlife because they died a virgin, she doesn’t know one that would accept having sex with hundreds of ghost so she asked traveler. He says that darling is the perfect person for the job and says just to say to her that she is going to help ghost. When darling gets to the ghost with hu tao, hu tao just tells her that she have to take of her clothing and just lay down and she will come the next day to retrieve her. And that’s how darling got fucked by hundreds of ghosts.

I have more but I think that’s enough

Lmaooo poor darling, imagine the betrayal... I also do have other similar thoughts about Churlfucking though! Consider being a sort of test subject.

Maybe you failed to pay off a debt and given an offer between this and prison/getting beaten up. Maybe some research group had advertisements hanging up in town, offering a lot of money, and you were desperate for mora and figured hey, why not? Or maybe you were a bit too dedicated to your studies as an Akademiya student, willing to sign up for something shady just to secure a scholarship or stipend.

They don't know a whole lot about hilichurl mating practices, and seem to be confused as to why no one ever sees baby hilichurls... while a certain traveler somewhere may know why that's the case, the world of science would like to know too! Maybe they don't reproduce in the same way? They do have genitalia though, so no one seems to get what the issue is. You're supposed to be there to test that. It's a little awkward, but hey, there's a reward right? Besides, it's one-way glass, so even though you have to know in the back of your mind that they can see you, you only see a silvery wall of glass, and don't have to look at their gawking faces.

Some theorize that the mitachurls are the ones that breed, so they took a few of those, isolated and restrained them for a few weeks to prevent them from mating or masturbating themselves, you know, to make them sexually frustrated and all that. Then they just take you (completely slathered in lubricant oil just in case), plop you down in an empty room, and release all five or so of them at once. Just to see if they display any competitive behaviors as well. What could possibly go wrong? They assured you it was safe, that they would intervene if there was any need. Oh, and that their cocks are the same size as a human's... well... at least proportionately. Sort of. Okay, maybe it was a bit of a lie, but not significantly, and it's not enough that it could like, genuinely injure you or anything.

The results are incredible, a major advancement in science. The fact that the mitachurls recognize human beings as sexually compatible partners -- why is that? What could it possibly indicate? Who knows. Regardless, predictably, they do note in the experimentation log that they do not have any concept of consent the way humans do, no signs of hesitation.

They don't necessarily assume human mating positions either. They must see no need, since the first one chooses instead to just pick your body up, wrapping a hand around your waist, jerking your body up and down as if shaking a drink or the like. Some of them seem to prefer more humanoid positioning, but many just opt for this hand-pump method.

Fascinatingly, though, they do display humanoid behaviors! While they do display some aggression to each other, they also seem to be comfortable with sharing, a herd animal mentality. Incredible! Likewise, based on these observations of sharing, when necessary they also engage in oral and anal sex, as they just shove their cocks into any available orifice.

The subject seems to be a good find, too, very, ah... brave. Seems to have no issues -- well, that's assumed to be the case. You're definitely making noise, but they sort of forgot to undo the soundproof mechanisms first, and by the time they got those undone, your mouth was stuffed full anyway, and all you can hear is those little grunting, whimpering noises as you choke. As long as you don't go limp, they'll assume you're getting enough oxygen, and it should be fine.

Now they can move on to the next step, and bring out the lawachurl. They have to do it back-to-back like this, as you may not physically be capable of taking the lawachurl unless you've been repeatedly stretched out for some time first, so it'll be just a little longer now.

#.monsterfucking #lena's asks

[demispark]

7. You get the chance to assign five characters new talents! Who do you choose, and what talents would you give them? :3

Thank you for asking! I actually kinda had a feeling you would ask this one :3

I apologize in advance for the lengthy post that follows, I wanted to talk a bit about my choices.

The thing about this one is that I kinda want to give characters the talents they already have, but that I don't think we got to see enough of, if we even saw it at all. Mukuro as the Ultimate Soldier and Rantaro as the Ultimate Adventurer are two prime examples. Mukuro is the Ultimate Not-Junko/Ultimate Corpse and Rantaro is the Ultimate Vaguely Shady Guy.

I'll come up with some real talents though, don't worry! Here's the list:

1. K1-B0: Ultimate Investigator - Get this boy a real talent! He's a robot, and by his own admission, isn't particularly smart, strong, etc. He's sorta like Yasuhiro, with how he is hardly "Ultimate", but compared to others in his field, he's the best. Anyway, I'm not sure if "Investigator" is the right word for it, but ol' Kee-boy has loads of added functions that are incredibly useful for collecting data. Cameras, recording devices, etc. I want to make it clear that this is distinct from being a detective, as this is more broad and less focused on drawing conclusions from data.

2. Kiyotaka Ishimaru: Ultimate Life Coach - I'm not the happiest with it, but just hear me out. So, Taka's talent is (depending on the translation) Ultimate Moral Compass or Ultimate Hall Monitor. So somewhat lame and ill-defined, with the vague implications that this poor honors student is peaking in high school. I want Taka's steadfast dedication to his rigid morals to mean something other than being an annoying stick in the mud (I love Taka a lot but I can't lie that's just how it is). I also really don't want him to be military-related or some kind of political role.

3. Rantaro Amami: Ultimate Stylist - There may be a post lying around somewhere that may have influenced me, but I actually really like this one! Rantaro is kinda pretty, and he does Kaede's nails... I want to expand on that! Probably thanks to having so many sisters, he's great at hair, makeup, nails, the whole 9 yards to have you looking your best!

4. Shuichi Saihara: Ultimate Strategist - Okay, we need to get this poor boy a different job. He is smart, but canonically Team Danganronpa also created him to be the "weakest Ultimate Detective ever". One of the Ultimate Detectives needed to give it up, and sure wasn't gonna be Kyoko. Thus, from the ashes of his Ultimate Detective's wit, the Ultimate Strategist is born. Admittedly, this is more for games like Chess and video games like Fire Emblem, but that's just because I want to put his cleverness and intellect on full display while alleviating some of his insecurities.

5. Chiaki Nanami: Ultimate Brawler - Caught you off guard with that one, didn't I? While I don't hate the ideas I've come up with, they've been a little... safe. Boring. Uninspired, even. I wanted to shake things up with this last one, and Chiaki is the perfect subject! This idea came from two places. The first is a fanfic that I don't remember the name of, but I can find it for ya later if you'd like. There's a scene where Chiaki is in Towa City and is attacked by Monokumas. Drawing from her experiences playing Bayonetta, she pulls off her backpack and starts fucking them up. The second is a clip from DR3: Despair Arc, in which Chiaki performs some kind of Dragon Uppercut move on Teruteru, sending him flying. Being so skilled at fighting that you can pull off fictional moves successfully sounds quite Ultimate, no?

... And that's that! Sorry I got a bit long-winded with this one, I'll try not to ramble too hard if you ask another question. I hope you enjoyed my musings! :3

#mintchocolatemagic #danganronpa ask game #Danganronpa

[moonchildridden]

Love In The Air Episode 8 vs Episode 10 parallels pt.2

You know what I love about LITA (besides the obvious, of course)? The parallels. The amount of parallels that exist in this series is just mind-blowing and makes me appreciate the time and dedication the production time put in the series and how they really worked to bring us a good story, regardless of what some people may say. Every time I rewatch the episodes (which, by now, became a daily routine as I said before here), I always find something new to talk about, something new to analyze about, something new to obsess over for weeks until a new episode drops, and I start talking about something else or just freak out about PrapaiSky.

 The way these two episodes are so interconnected and simply showcase how the image of Prapai changed in Sky’s eyes, how Sky’s reactions towards Prapai changed since he started spending more time around Pai, how more relaxed and how much trust Sky displayed towards Pai (a reticent trust, but a trust nonetheless), how the walls around Sky are slowly falling and how Pai managed to do so much during that time. It feels like I am just gushing over how their relationship is getting better by the day just because I feel like but it’s impossible to just not comment about it and how much it impacts the road both of them are taking into this relationship, because it is just incredible.

Let’s start with the name of the episode and weather forecast that was shown on episode 8: “not just a wind, but a typhoon” and “blustery with a chance of typhoon”.

The name of the episode is a big clue to the tone of the episode, because it tells that whatever happened between Prapai and Sky was strong enough to be categorized as a typhoon, a very strong version of a storm, somethings that can cause way more damages than just a passing wind. Their encounter was about to be a clash, was going to be dangerous and was going to make damages; also, and maybe I’m thinking too hard on this, but the episode could be related to Prapai, while the weather forecast could be related to Sky and I’ll explain why I think like that.

Going to the weather forecast, because my first language is not English, I had to search the definition of “blister” and, after a skewing a few results, I found something very interesting:

1 - “Bluster can also mean a strong wind. […] When someone full of bluster is talking about how they can do something that you think they can't, they're blowing a lot of hot air in your direction.”

2 �� Verb: act in an arrogant, overly self-assured, or conceited manner; show off.

3 – Noun: a violent gusty wind; noisy confusion and turbulence.

What I want you guys to take from this is how the word “blister” is basically a state where strength or instability is always constant, meaning that the forecasting was saying that Sky’s life was either a bit unstable or that something strong enough was about to hit him so hard that his life was about to be shaken because of it. Throw the other words I quoted, and we see basically a description of Sky’s reaction when he saw Pai on his university (confusion) and how Pai presented himself in front of him (a bit arrogant, self-assured, show off) and things start to take form.

Important points of this scene:

1 – The scene happened at night, just like when both met for the first time. Usually, the night period can symbolize the unconscious side of one’s personality, secret and mystery, innocence and vulnerability, and here it puts Sky in a position where he was “forced” to have to interact with Pai when he was not expecting, when he was vulnerable, with his guard down. Sky is the only one being in this situation, because Pai was there exactly to meet Sky, so he had time to prepare himself for what he expected that was going to happen;

2 – Sky tried to hide (unsuccessfully) when he saw Pai, having been spotted by Pai long before his desperate attempt, and then tried to run away (also unsuccessfully) but was stopped by Rain, who promptly pulls Sky closer to Pai. Here, Rain could be compared to the situation that pulled Sky and Pai together in the first place;

3 – While Sky was experimenting a lot of emotions, most of them being confusion as to why Pai was in front of him, how he got there, and after it was revealed that his information (name and number), the same that he withheld from Pai because he didn’t intend to see him again after that night, had been given by his friend, some justified anger, Pai smiled 99% of the time and the remaining 1% he was acting all smug and teasing, just like on the night they met;

4 – When Sky tried getting away from Pai again by saying that he was going home, Rain stopped him and offered to give him a ride, an offer that Sky refused because Rain had a date with Payu. Rain then reminded Sky that he had things with him, heavy things, and he couldn’t carry them in a bike taxi, so he should accept his offer. Pai then stepped into the conversation and offered himself to give a ride to Sky, getting closer to him and using the fact that Rain had no idea about what had happened between them, managing to make Sky accept his ride.

Sky having to find a way to take the box with the documents, his bag and that thing where architecture people keep their design plants (my dad is probably rolling in his grave for me not remembering the name of that thing), probably having to be uncomfortable while doing it so, can be read as a commentary to how he deals with his trauma: it is heavy and, while there may be people willing to help, he prefers to carry it himself, even if that puts him in uncomfortable positions. And sometimes, people are forced to take help, even when they think they don’t need it, just like Pai having to basically make Sky between revealing what happened between him and Pai to Rain or accepting his ride; whether you like his action or not, that’s how I read the situation;

 5 – When Pai tried touching Sky, Sky immediately dodged the touch with a very unpleasant expression and them both left the university with some distance between them.

Now, episode 10. The name of the episode is “could you be the sky that becomes my destination?” and the weather forecast for the episode is actually interesting because, instead of being just one sentence like what happened on episode 8, it basically says that it will have high temperatures in a few areas because of low pressure and warmer weather is expected.

The name of the episode is the way of the story to indicate how far Pai’s feelings were (him considering Sky as his destination, where he could finally stop and simply start enjoying life) and the weather forecast, even if applied for both of them, is leaning towards Sky more.

 By episode 10, Pai and Sky had spent more time than they had spent when they met on episode 8, and a few of Sky’s walls had started to fall by episode 9. This weather forecast is saying that things are calmer than they had been before and things were about to get warmer because of high temperatures, which when translating to PrapaiSky’s situations could be read as things escalating between them (them getting closer, getting to meet each other better, connecting, bonding, giving each other the permission to be in each other’s spaces) and that escalation leading to the relationship between them changing (Sky literally warming up to Pai and Pai being sure of his feelings).

 Onto the scene that parallels with episode 8, the important things you guys should notice are:

 1 – This scene happens in daylight, in contrast with the one on episode 8. Day and night are considered opposites, like two different forces that exert different influences on people, and some people view the day as the symbolism for new life, and fresh beginnings, possibilities, hopes, and opportunities (remember how I said that episode 10 was basically some sort of a new beginning for PrapaiSky, a clean slate for them to start over?). Instead of being caught by surprise by Pai’s presence, Sky was aware of the fact that he was still around the university perimeters, even if he didn’t exactly know where he was, and when Pai got close to him, the first thing he did was to tease him, asking Pai if he hadn’t left yet. Also, different from what happened on episode 8, Pai got more closer than before, his body language was far more relaxed and less teasing than on episode 8 and Sky welcomed that closeness by staying where he was instead of moving away or keeping some distance;

2 – Rain was not there (meaning a reason to force Sky to be in Pai’s presence), and they were a bit isolated from other people, alone in their own little world, save from a few juniors passing by. While Sky had tried to not be in the same physical space as Pai for almost two entire episodes, in this one he was feeling safe enough to not only remain in the same place, but also engage in conversation with Pai, indulging his fake whines about not being appreciated enough after everything he did and always being a bad guy in Sky’s eyes;

3 – Sky allowed himself to show what he was actually feeling, without hiding, expressing his happiness what Pai told him that he needed to show how happy he was after being praised by his juniors. Yes, there was a moment where he felt a bit disappointed, when he thought that Pai would ask for sex in exchange for having taken care of him during the night, but that disappointment turned into surprised when Pai said that he wanted to see Sky smile and the smile actually happened moments later;

4 – When it was time to leave, Pai actually said for them to “go home” while touching Sky’s arm and then the hand went to Sky’s waist, before both of them started walking. Leaving aside the implications of them going to the same place, with Pai not specifying what “home” he was referring to, the fact that Sky accepted Pai’s touch and didn’t try to keep distance between them speaks volumes.

Also, a bonus parallel here: on episode 8, Sky had a lot of things with him, things that he would need to carry back home, and when provided with help, he refused until he was forced to accept it. On episode 10, he didn’t have anything with him to carry, and if he did, Pai would be the one helping him carry back home, sharing the weight with Sky and diminishing any discomfort that Sky could feel while doing it. Instead of forcing himself to carry anything he had to on his own, Sky was now letting somebody else help him, he was letting other people look out for him, he was giving Pai the chance to be there for him when he needed, because Pai was proving himself to be reliable.

Episode 8 and Episode 10 are the perfect parallels because they kinda mirror each other but are unique in their own way to serve as partial stand-alone, while also providing a clear development in PrapaiSky’s relationship, how far each of them had walked up to that point, how they had started in such aggressive environment (the blister and the typhoon) but now were walking towards calmer spaces, albeit a bit warmer, and building a solid foundation before having to test how strong they could be as a team, and how far their trust in one another was in moments of high stress and need.

#lita #lita prapaisky #loveintheair #love in the air #prapaisky #prapai x sky #skyprapai #sky x prapai #unofficial prapaisky support group #sky protection squad

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING ALL STARS: Heroes and Villains : February 1993 

“HITMAN” HART WINS WWF BELT!

“Sizzler in Saskatoon” leaves Flair sprawled!

[Bret proudly displays his WWF Worlds Heavyweight belt.

Nailz is no match for the Hitman in their title bout.

Hart has Nailz in an arm bar in their title clash.]

On October 12, 1992 history was made when the man known as “The Hitman” Bret Hart defeated Ric Flair in Saskatoon, Canada to win the WWF World Heavyweight title. For Hart, it was a big thrill to win the World title, but what made the victory even more rewarding for Hart was that he was able to capture the title in his beloved Canada.

[“When I wake up tomorrow, I hope this hasn’t been a dream!”--Bret Hart after winning belt.]

“Words cannot describe how I feel tonight,” Hart stated after his incredible victory. “I’ve always dreamed that someday I would win the World title and now it’s mine. Ric Flair is great. He has been the best there is for many years, but tonight I guess you can say I was just a little bit better. The thought that I’m really the World champion still hasn’t been a dream.”

Two days before the bout in Canada Bret Hart faced Ric Flair in Los Angeles with the belt on the line.

[Bret shows off his Intercontinental strap.

Piper hits the mat compliments of the Hitman during their Wrestlemania brawl.]

In that bout Hart seemingly pinned Ric Flair and even left the ting with the belt. But the following day when Mr. Perfect and Bobby Heenan protested that the referee who made the call was not the official referee, the WWF commission reversed the decision and the championship belt was returned to Ric Flair. Flair, however, didn’t have his precious “10 pounds of gold” too long. Just two days later, Hart pulled the upset of the year.

After his incredible victory, Bret Hart, speaking to Mean Gene Okerlund on the WWF Superstars of Wrestling TV program made his first appearance as champion and gave a rousing interview. 

[Hart is a true credit to his profession. He is more than worthy of the honor that has been bestowed upon him.]

“I can’t tell you how proud I am,” Hart told the TV audience. “This is the greatest moment in my whole life, and I dedicate it to all the people who believe that our biggest dreams can come true. Since I was a kid I’ve been involved in wrestling. My whole family has been involved in wrestling. My father trained me and took me on the mat. I listened and learned and dedicated myself to mastering technical wrestling. I followed up on all the little details, never thinking I knew it all because you just never know it all. I’ve had my share of wins. I’ve had my share of losses, but you just wait your whole life for that one single chance and fortunately I got that chance. I have to thank every wrestler that I ever wrestled against. I’ve wrestled the greatest wrestler in the world and I learned so much. In particular I have to thank Ric Flair for giving me this chance. I want to thank each and every one of my fans around the world who supported me all these years. I want to thank all my friends that backed me up through thick and thin. I want to thank my family who have been with me since I was a little baby, and most of all I want to thank God above. Thank you for the greatest moment in my life. I’m proud to be the WWF World champion.”

[Hart shows off his World Tag Team title strap.

Hart and Jim “the Anvil” Neidhart are former WWF Tag Team champions.]

With Hart’s victory he joins Pedro Morales as the only man to hold the WWF tag team belt, the Intercontinental title and now the World belt. The new champion, however, should have a tough time trying to hold on to his newly won crown. Ric Flair, Razor Ramon, Papa Shango, Nailz, the Berzerker, Shane Michaels and possibly even Mr.  Perfect are gunning for the new champ. With challenges like this, Bret Hart will have his work cut out for him, but if anyone can handle himself against the best in the sport it’s Bret Hart. 

It’s great to see someone like Hart wearing the WWF Heavyweight championship strap. He’s a true credit to the profession and more than worthy of the honor that has been bestowed upon him.  

#Bret hart #bred #bret hitman hart #wwf #world wrestling federation #magazine scan #magazine transcript

[writing-whump]

Not so lost after all

Part 2 of the heatstroke fic. Ryan keeps Anneliese company at home. She doesn’t trust him all that much, so it’s tense. 

@bellysoupset you asked for part 2 and it really got me thinking, so thanks ^^

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Ryan wasn’t all that experienced with girls. In his 24 years old life, he flirted and kissed and went to a party if the occasion called for it, but he didn’t really have time for the drama girls brought with them. Best case they were a distraction, worst case they were fatal.

But something was different about Anneliese Wolff. And although Ryan wasn’t experienced with girls, he was observant.

Anneliese had many faces.

There was the cold face stare, that he first thought was an upset one. But then he watched her for a month make it on her laptop, or when she zoned out during a conversation and realised it was just her neutral concentrated thinking face.

She also had a professional polite face. With brilliant smiles that didn’t reach her eyes, with suit jackets and decent lipstick a measured thoughtful tone. It wasn’t that it was fake. She used it on people like Lucian, in the club, on strangers and when she was talking to other students as a tutor.

And there was yet another facette unlocked, when he watched her giving a lecture about the right feedback taking in a class one day. Out of the blue his usual lesson about scientific writing methods had her as a guest giving a little input presentation. He had no idea how good she was.

That profi nice tone that she used with Lucian or at the club was nothing against the enthusiastic passion in her tone in the middle of the presentation. Ryan could see she was in her element, riding a wave, information just pooling out of her in a confident easy going speed. It wasn’t just a memorised string of sentences and she didn’t need the computer monitor that was projecting on the wall behind her at all. Her eyes were sparkling, her whole face lighting up.

Ryan wished he could see it more often.

Today he had seen yet another face. All professional masks crumbling, she was so helpless and disoriented in the club and when he carried her to her apartment. There was something incredibly intimate about seeing her that way, so out of sorts, so needy.

He wondered as he sat on the floor next to the couch she was resting on, what face she was going to make, when she woke up.

There was a little stir and a change in breathing that had him perking up. Closing TikTok he had on silent to not disturb her, he slowly raised to his feet, watching her.

Anneliese’s forehead wrinkled as she blinked sleep away. Confusion, realisation and distress flickered on her face as she inspected the neatly folded cold towel on her forehead. Then her stormy blue eyes focused on him.

He could exactly pinpoint the moment she got her bearings. Her breath hitched, but her face smoothened, and a sheen of ice covered her eyes. There was no more emotion he could tell.

A tense moment passed in silence.

Then she smiled. “I made quite a display of myself, huh? I’m sorry you had to see that.” It was that kind of smile that didn’t reach her eyes, polite to the point, brushing off the incident, like it was nothing. He recognized it well enough. He liked to use it himself.

“It was no trouble,” he said automatically, trying to reassure her. It was okay to be embarrassed. It was okay to need help. “How are you feeling?”

“Much better. I think I’ll be okay now. I’m sorry you got stuck here with me.” She sat up on the couch and ran her hands through her blond waves, smoothing them over without much success.

“Here is some water,” he handed her the glass prepared on the table. “Julian went to get some electrolyte drinks and some pain medication. There was stuff in your kitchen, but we didn’t recognize the labels…” she was from another country and the names and descriptions didn’t make sense to them. Somehow he had all but forgotten that fact. She had a bit of a cute accent, but her confidence and dedication to her work made her feel like an authority figure and not a student out of place. At least to him.

“Thank you. But I don’t need that.” She touched the glass to her lips, but then wrinkled her nose and sat it back down on the table. She started to get up, but swayed, her legs giving out under her. He jumped to her side, a hand on her elbow.

“What do you need, then? I will get it for you.”

“Thank you, but you have done enough. I can get it myself.” Her tone had that polite cold colour to it again, biting. He felt like it was very much an invitation to leave. But her eyes evaded his as he helped her settle on the couch again. She must have been nervous about him being there.

“Anneliese, hey. I will leave, when you tell me, okay?” he raised his hands up, stepping away from her a little. Her stormy eyes were on him again. “No problem. It’s just that since I’m here, I could help you. Anything I can do?”

He bit her upper lip, considering, measuring him up head to toe. Distrustfully. Somehow he didn’t occur to him she could be so uncomfortable with him around, once she got her senses back.

A wave of heat and burning sadness washed over him. He shouldn’t be surprised. He was a stranger to her and he invaded her privacy. For an emergency - to help her - but still. He tried to swallow down the bitter disappointment that she obviously had no qualms about inviting Julian over, but he was a problem.

Or maybe it was because of how weak and vulnerable she was feeling. Did he feel so unsafe to her? Because their relationship, bond, connection, whatever, was based on teasing, attacking and arguing?

Ryan felt like they made progress since that time she found him sick behind the gym. Like some important things were said there. Since then, whenever he asked her something or called out to her on breaks or in the cafeteria, she answered. Sometimes he even managed to get an eyeroll or a slight smile, when he asked her things about her research or questioned what she was doing today.

She was more forward with him, going into details about her methods, how her day went, her writing projects, a challenge glistening in her eyes. As if she was testing how much he could take, when he would run away. He wanted to prove he wouldn’t be chased off so easily. And besides, these were things he really didn’t know. Her studies were much more theoretical and abstract, much more about thinking and arguing things over. Things she found fascinating never even crossed his mind before.

He liked her more and more. It was like discovering something completely new, each face being a different layer to something very deep and interesting inside.

Maybe that was just him though. Maybe he just didn’t know how to be sensitive enough. Nice enough. He never really cared to try. 

Ryan was always himself, open and honest about whatever emotion or impulse was going on inside him. There weren’t many things he was ashamed about. His whole life was competition, learning to be better, faster, stronger, defeating people around him. Most people couldn’t keep up at all, and he liked winning. It was only at the boxing club a few years back that he first got to know the excitement of not knowing something. Of being new and facing off against people like Lucian or Coleson, who had done the sport for years, who he couldn’t defeat with pure talent and willpower alone.

Ryan wasn’t one to mince his words or hold back anything. This energy he felt, the fire inside, it was his fuel, his power, his strength. He wasn’t going to tamper it down for anyone.

But with her, he wished he could make it smoulder a little. That he could let her know that the fire burned for her, around her, not against her. Seeing her sitting there so vulnerable and indecisive, hair all tangled and wild, discreetly holding her stomach with one hand, made him feel strangely protective.

Her shutting him down stung all the more.

“Can you get me the yellow bottle on top of the microwave?” she asked suddenly. She drew her knees to her chest, hugging them close, looking even smaller than before.

“Uhhhh? Oh yeah, sure.” The request took him by surprise, but he hurried over to fulfil it.

She took the small bottle and then hung it over the water in the glass, letting the light brown liquid drop down as she counted.

“What is that?” he dared to ask.

“Herbal drops. I have many of them from home from a special apothecary. Each had brewed herbs for different purposes. This one is a miracle for upset stomachs.”

“It’s still hurting?”

She made a face. “Not really. Just a bit nauseous still.”

He nodded, not sure what else to say. It was stupid, but the admission relaxed him. She was telling him stuff again.

He sat down on the couch, leaving her space, as she leaned back again and sipped the water slowly.

“So, you into alternate medicine?” he asked.

“Just trying to stay as natural as possible. The less chemistry I manage to put in my body, the better.”

“You are super prepared.”

“I do my best to have supplies.” She gave him a look. “You don’t have to stay here with me, you know. I’ll be fine now.”

“Will you go to classes tomorrow?” he checked.

“Ugh, no. Probably take a break until Friday. Three days of rest and coolness and I’ll be as good as new.”

“You can text me whenever, if you need anything. I’ll be at campus so I’ll be close.” Seeing her take a breath to speak, he held out his hand and added: “And don’t say it’s a bother, because it’s not. None at all.”

She smiled slightly and nodded. Colour was returning to her face and she looked steadier by the second.

“Okay. I better go and stop annoying you with my presence.” He clasped his hands together and stood up. “Text me if you need anything.” He was pretty sure Lucian handed out their numbers to her.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?” He spinned back to look at her.

“Would you…do you want to stay and watch a movie or something? Until my roommate gets back?”

He felt an involuntary smile spill over his face immediately. His heart sped up in a nice way. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

#sickfic #hurt and comfort #whump writing #fluff #nausea mention #h/c #whump fic #wip: guarded hearts #let me know what you think

[wherethefireliliesgrow]

Omg Mina just not have any remorse for what she’s about to do to y/n? The hickey is crazzzy after lying to y/n’s face.

The direction this story has been going reminds me of Felix Gonzalez-Torres’s work Untitled (Perfect Lovers) of two dollar store clocks side by side, starting at the same time and when put on display in exhibits, will eventually fall out of sync and one would stop moving completely. Felix Gonzalez-Torres’ work is dedicated to his partner who died of AIDs. I think the beauty behind Gonzalez-Torres’ work is that despite the obvious metaphor for the inevitability of the separation of lovers, it also celebrates and demonstrates the beauty of how two people can meet, even for a brief moment, and exist in perfect union. It reminds me a lot of the relationship between Mina and y/n, the emphasis on time and the rapid decay of their relationship.

I’m super interested in reading the happy ending. After all, how can two humans who fell out of sync be reset?

Mina does feel remorse, but she prioritizes how others perceive her more than how the people she cares about feel. She had become adept at constructing a facade to maintain a certain image in the eyes of the world. Humans are quite intricate. We have this incredible capacity for self-deception. We tend to lie to ourselves until we actually believe the wrongs we are doing are right. It's a defense mechanism we do to protect ourselves from confronting our flaws. It's not until our web of lies is burned down do we realize how we hurt the ones we loved just to live in our own fantasy.

I tried to put in Mina's conflicted thoughts in the story, showing both sides. Her struggles with self-acceptance and embracing her true feelings for someone, along with the pressure from both her fans and her family, led her to construct a fabricated world where she is the perfect idol and daughter, and she would do anything to maintain this image.

What do you think Anon?

Do you think Mina is completely at fault? Or do you think she deserves a bit of sympathy for what she is going through?

Time is an important factor that can change love for the better or worse. But as a hopeless romantic at heart, I do hope that fate is something that can overcome the changes brought by time. Still working on the ending for this.

Perhaps fate does not reset time, but makes it stop before it changes. 🧐

#wherethefireliliesgrow #anon asks