#Lucky Costa

[dweeeeeb]

Keven Hart's Muscle Car Crew (2021)

Kevin Hart will offer a lighthearted look into the world of car collecting, as he and his crew aim to launch their own automotive club. Kevin Hart - Lucky Costa - Will Horton

#AMP #Kevin Hart #Lucky Costa #Will Horton

[dacchamp]

#Pascal is a lucky man... #he fucking is #i had no mitchtonio but pascal/tonio never dissapoints #fe #formula e #antonio felix da costa #pascal wehrlein

[venusasnb]

seeing pics of young costas mandylor is so weird . like why are you a stick. where are your tits ..

#i forget he wasn't always carrying a rack on him ..... #2 is my lucky number #costas mandylor #queue 've been dragging me down

[rallytimeofficial]

“Lucky” e Pons vincono il 7° Rally Internazionale Storico Costa Smeralda

🔴 🔴 “Lucky” e Pons vincono il 7° Rally Internazionale Storico Costa Smeralda 📸 Photozini

Al termine di dieci avvincenti prove speciali, ad aggiudicarsi la 7^ edizione del Rally Internazionale Storico Costa Smeralda – Trofeo Martini sono stati “Lucky” e Fabrizia Pons con la Lancia Delta Integrale 16V in gara per il Team Bassano. Il duo aveva terminato in testa la prima tappa del venerdì ma gli attacchi del sabato portati da Matteo Musti ed Agostino Benenti su Porsche 911, hanno tenuto…

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#CIRAS #lucky #rally internazionale storico costa smeralda

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More Spawn Variants Revealed!

More Spawn Variants Revealed! #comics #comicbooks #spawn

Image Comics has revealed the final six Spawn team-up variants—as part of the Spawn takeover campaign—which will grace the covers of the upcoming issues of The Dead Lucky, The Walking Dead Deluxe, Antioch, Radiant Black, Time Before Time, and The Old Dog. The total number of Spawn team-up variants clocks in at 50 jaw-dropping covers. Todd McFarlane’s iconic, history-making,…

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#antioch #comic books #Comics #dave mccaig #david finch #declan shalvey #french carlomagno #image comics #joe palmer #marcelo costa #radiant black #spawn #the dead lucky #the old dog #the walking dead deluxe #time before time #todd mcfarlane #variant covers

[leahazel]

My TS4 legacy has successfully reached generation 6.

#costa woods vampire legacy #costa legacy #hello lucky costa #the generational theme naming is after in game collectibles

[sheisbeautyweareworldass]

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#did louis' geography professor hate him so mucb that he purposefully teached him the continents wrong <3 #homeboy lucky he's cute because putting mexico puerto rico and costa rica in south american was bad enough... #we don't need to add taking jakarta and manilla out of asia to the mix 😭

[cannibalsforbreakfast]

Cruel Summer - Chapter 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The "Eddie Munson is a speedway racer" high school AU no one asked for, but you're getting it anyways. Enemies to friends to lovers | No-Upsidedown AU | Fast cars, fast times | Reader moved from "the city" to Hawkins

Tags [will be updated as things progress]: swearing, underage drinking, dangerous driving, Jason sucks as usual, mentions of weed, light angst, misunderstandings, reader is afab, not sure if I'll have smut yet or not

A/N: Chapter 1 is already on Ao3 but here's the Tumblr version! New chapters will always be posted on Ao3 first, with a week or so delay to here.

CH1: 3,780w

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“Hot summer streets and the pavements are burning, I sit around / Trying to smile, but the air is so heavy and dry”

If anyone had asked, you wouldn’t have said car racing was something you’d be interested in. Watching hunks of metal speeding around in circles always seemed pretty pointless to you. When combined with the auditory chaos of engines and screaming crowds, and nauseating smell of gasoline and burning rubber, it had never been high on your bucket list.

Then again, neither had moving to Hawkins, Indiana. And yet, here you were: stuck in small-town nowhere for (just, you hoped) the summer. But a summer practically felt like forever to you.

And so you were at the speedway car races with your cousin, Robin. Because apparently, she said, it would “be fun” and “social” and “lots of people went.” 

You supposed you should be lucky Robin was pretty chill about hanging out with you. After all, having your city-slicker cousin practically dumped on your doorstep without so much as a “by your leave” by your parents — who had gone off to “rediscover themselves” and hopefully salvage five years of impending divorce — probably wasn’t high on HER bucket list, either. She and her parents had been more than welcoming, sticking you and your five overstuffed suitcases in the spare room on the second floor, just next door to Robin, without hesitation and urging you to make yourself at home.

If you saw Robin and her parents exchange some pointed and pitying glances, well, you’d just try and ignore them. Because they were right. Your parents clearly didn’t care enough about you to take you with them on their wild second-honeymoon or whatever, so they’d abandoned you without looking back, saying they’d pick you up in a couple months before school started up again. They thought. Maybe homeschooling had been implied as a possibility if they happened to return a bit later than assumed from…Panama? Costa Rica? Whatever warm, probably tropical, place they’d gone to. Without their only daughter. 

Honestly, sometimes you just felt the truth of it in your bones when, at the height of their marital Cold War, they’d each called the other some variant of “frigid bitch.” Only the coldest of the cold would up and abandon their offspring like that, without any evident desire to really take responsibility for them ever again. If you just wandered off at the end of the summer, got a job waiting tables in the nearest big city, didn’t bother to send a forwarding address, you didn’t think they’d be too fussed. Depressing.

The frozen atmosphere at home had gone on so long, you’d practically adopted aloofness yourself as a survival mode. What you didn’t feel, couldn’t hurt. Didn’t help you with making any friends once you’d entered high school, but it kept anyone from really bothering you for three years. The summer before your senior year was supposed to be this golden eternity of afternoons at the pool, perfecting your tan, or giggling at the local mall while licking ice creams and debating who-liked-who-liked-who. 

Not wasting away in Hawkins, a town small enough you bet you could count all of the stoplights on one hand. 

You missed the city so much it ached . Missed the dizzying heights of the buildings towering above you, missed the way the very air seemed to thrum with an energy, a beat that got into your pulse and made you feel alive. Missed the hole-in-the-wall restaurants on every street and the used bookstores piled high with more volumes than you could read in a lifetime. Hawkins was…quaint, but inside you worried if you stayed here long enough it would drain the life out of you until you couldn’t make it anywhere else. 

Not that you’d say any of that to Robin, who was babbling cheerfully away at your side as you strolled up to the local speedway just out of town. She was wearing a loose striped men’s shirt with the cuffs rolled up and jeans, despite the lingering heat of the evening. Robin, you’d come to learn, was pretty much always babbling about something or another, a natural condition that tended to get even worse whenever she was flustered or nervous. Given your tendency to listen, rather than speak, you actually balanced each other out rather well. With her, surprisingly, you felt you could be…yourself…that little bit more. Felt a bit of that icy shell melt away. 

You tuned back in to hear her say, “We’re going to meet up with Steve, he’s gotten there early to stake us out a spot. You wouldn’t think it but it can get really crowded and picking the right spot out of the sun and the dust and on the right side of the track is, like, crucial to the enjoyment factor. Steve’s a boy, by the way. He’s not my boyfriend – well, he’s a boy who’s a friend, but we’re not like that, actually he’s more like an annoying brother. But he’s not annoying, I promise!”

You smiled to yourself as Robin rambled on. Truly, you found it more endearing than not. 

“I’m sure he’s nice,” you said, cutting in so Robin could actually take a full breath. She smiled back at you.

“Yeah, he’s great. But don’t tell him I said that, I swear his hair grows an inch every time someone says something nice about him.”

You smiled and promised that, of course, you wouldn’t breathe a word. 

The two of you step up to the bored-looking teenager taking tickets, and you passed over your paper stub, slightly sweaty from being clutched in your hand. Stepping through the entrance gate, you’re immediately assaulted with the smell of deep-fried foods mixed with beer, the raucous laughter of crowds of families and teens here for an evening out. A fine dust permeated the air, making your eyes water. The track, a packed dirt oval that was both bigger and smaller than you imagined, spread out before you, bordered by some haphazardly stacked rectangle bales of hay you assumed were there for the “safety” of the crowd, though they looked anything but. You imagined any car crashing into those at serious speed would take them out easily…as well as the onlookers setting up their camp chairs frighteningly close to the barrier. 

Across the track, a small elevated building rigged with wires and a mounted loudspeaker was clearly where the announcers were situated. Tinny commentary was blaring from the PA system, but it was almost impossible to hear above the general din. 

There were mullets and wife-beaters on display everywhere. As you looked around, you noted that everyone – and you mean everyone – seemed to be dressed in nothing more formal than jeans and a shirt. You hadn’t batted an eye when Robin left the house like that, because that’s what your cousin always wore. And she’d told you to dress casual but…

“Robin,” you asked, “am I overdressed?”

She’d been herding you along the track toward one end, but at your question she glanced over at you and winced, which you supposed was answer enough. 

“Robinnnnn,” you whined. 

“What?” she protested. “I said ‘casual,’ that’s what you came out in, so I figured it was fine!”

Up until you saw the sea of daisy dukes before you, you’d thought what you were wearing was casual. It certainly was back in the city. The simple, white-and-red polkadot dress you were wearing, cinched at the waist with a plain wide belt you’d dug out the bottom of your suitcase, cute frilly sleeves sitting just below your tanned shoulders, wouldn’t have been anything your classmates back home blinked at. You hadn’t even done your makeup, besides a swipe of lip gloss! But you were rapidly getting the sense you’d have to redefine your expectations here in Hawkins. And with the swirls of rust-colored dust almost constantly permeating the air, you could already tell white was a particularly bad choice.

Oh well, you’d just have to make the best of it. And get the dress in the wash sooner rather than later. 

“It’s alright, Robin,” you reassured your cousin, who’d been worrying at her lip while you thought. “It’s just a dress. Plus, it’s not like I’ll be in any of the cars,” you joked.

“Steve’ll probably have a blanket or something you can use anyways,” she said. “He’s a dad like that. Oh look, there he is. Steve! Steeeeve! Ugh, he isn’t listening. OI, DINGUS!”

Robin waved frantically at a boy a bit ahead of you, who’d staked out a pretty prime spot on the hillside around the middle of the straightaway, complete with camping chairs, picnic blanket and cooler of what you desperately hoped was something cold. Now this is what you’d imagined when Robin said “races.” And it was comfortingly far away from the hay barrier.

The boy – Steve – raked his hands through his already artfully disheveled mop of hair and rolled his eyes at Robin. 

“Could you shout any louder?” he grumbled. “Jesus, I think the whole crowd heard you.”

“Oh don’t be such a wuss. Hey, this is my cousin. She’s cool. Cousin, meet Steve. He’s a dweeb.”

“A dweeb with charm, also known as the best kind,” Steve said with a smile, reaching out to shake your hand. “I heard you’re in town for the summer. Welcome to Hawkins – guessing it’s a pretty big change from where you’re from.”

“Um, yeah, wasn’t sure what to expect, but it’s better than I thought. Lots of nice people,” you offered him a small smile in return, a bit taken aback by the easy way he folded you into the dynamic. 

“I’ll bet,” he agreed. “First time at a speedway?”

“First time at any kind of races,” you admitted. “I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Not much too it really,” Robin said around a mouthful of beer. Clearly, she’d helped herself to Steve’s stash, but by the way he just shook his head, you got the sense this was basically normal. He silently offered you a bottle, but you shook your head – maybe in a bit. Steve did seem nice, but you weren’t quite ready to be under the influence under someone new just yet. Robin kept talking: “Cars go zoom zoom, and the one that goes zoom zoom the fastest wins. We mostly just come here to support Eddie.”

You cocked your head. “Who’s Eddie?”

“Friend from school. He’s been working extra shifts all summer, which is why you haven’t met him yet. He works down at the local body shop, races on the side. We’ll point his car out when he’s up.”

You nodded, sure he’d be nice too, if Robin’s taste in friends so far was anything to go by. 

The three of you sat, chatting amiably for a few minutes, and you felt yourself relaxing into Robin and Steve’s easy, familiar banter. They traded well-worn jabs back and forth, but there’s no heat behind them. You settled yourself on the blanket between them, tucking your skirt beneath your legs and mostly enjoying the vibe, only chiming in when you had something to say, like when Steve started to say “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” was supposedly underrated (he was wrong, and both you and Robin soundly told him so). 

As the sun finally started to go down – days were still long and hot, and all three of you were peevishly slapping at overly familiar mosquitos – the track lights finally flickered into life and it seemed like things were about to start. Robin let out a squeal, wiggling her knees in excitement. 

You were all ready for – you didn’t know, monster trucks or something? – when, to your surprise, the first line of cars that raced onto the track looked more like glorified go karts than anything else. Seeing your confusion, Steve leaned over and murmured, “They do the kiddie stuff first,” and you then saw that the drivers did seem awfully young. Fortunately they were wearing helmets.

The announcer counted down the start, and at the waving of the first green flag they tore around the track, kicking up immense clouds of gasoline-scented dust that settled over everything – your hair, your clothes, you could even see it coating the fine hairs on your arm. Gross. 

And these little kids were vicious. Not crashing directly into each other, but drifting aggressively around the turns and cutting each other off within what looked like inches to spare between bumpers. Everyone was cheering on individual numbers, and you, Steve and Robin got into it by picking your favorite car and rooting for them at the top of your lungs. After a few heats you felt your throat dry up, and gratefully accepted one of the cooling bottles of beer Steve offered. 

Beer with friends on a Friday night. Weirdly, this felt more like how you thought summer was supposed to go than you figured you’d get in Hawkins. Or anywhere. 

As the night wore on, the races of the small and mid-sized cars started to blur into each other, and you started idly wondering when you’d be able to go home. Well. To Robin’s home. 

“And nowwwww, the event you’ve all been waiting forrrrr!” shrilled the announcer.

From the back paddock where all the cars were parked, there came a grunty rumble. A vibration that made its way into your bones, your veins, the thump-thump of your heart. This was the rhythm you’d been missing, filling you up from the inside out. 

And then, the first line of proper-sized cars ripped their way onto the track, to a massive cheer from the crowd. But you weren’t even sure you could call them “cars.” Dinged, dented, and beaten back into shape, these were machines reduced to the essence of speed. Any extra baggage had clearly been ripped out – seats, radio, even the entire bottom half of the trunk was gone. What was left was the engines, the driver’s seat, and anything essential to make them go. 

They ran a few menacing laps around the track, jostling for position on the grid. 

“Look, there’s Eddie!” Robin pointed.

“Which one is he?” you asked.

“The black one, with the red bat on the hood.”

“Eddie’s always had a flair for the dramatic,” Steve clarified. 

Your eyes traced the black car as Eddie maneuvered it into the inside of the track, on the front row – “That’s a good position,” Steve clarified again. Unlike most of the other cars, which had paint jobs in varying states of peeling off, Eddie clearly kept his car freshly painted despite the risk of damage – it gleamed, pitch blank, with just the blood red of the bat leaping out of the design. From what you could see of Eddie, as he was mostly shielded by a helmet, he was also in all black. 

“I’m sensing a theme,” you muttered dryly. 

Like horses jostling for position, the cars – there must have been a dozen or so – revved their engines just behind the starting line. There was an agonizing moment of tension, where everyone stared at the red stoplight holding them in place. 

Then it winked green, the flag was waved, and the race began. 

You watched as Eddie’s car and the one on his right, painted a chipped red-white-and-blue roared to the front like bats of out hell. They gunned it down the straightaway before whipping into a drift around the curve that was so aggressive, their cars yawing onto two wheels so hard, your hands flew to your mouth to swallow a gasp despite yourself, sure they’d tip over or spin out. Magically Eddie’s car righted itself as he came out of the turn and he gunned it down the next straight, neck and neck with the other vehicle. 

The laps went by in what felt to you like seconds, a frenetic dance conducted at speed. With the razor-thin margins the two cars took the turns, you knew that if Eddie lost concentration for a nanosecond, he’d be out of the race. You blinked dust out of your eyes furiously, loath to miss a single second. Next to you, Robin and Steve were yelling – you were pretty sure Robin was just repeating profanities at this point – but you could hardly make yourself breathe normally, let alone cheer. 

There were only a few laps to go and the other car had stolen the lead from Eddie. Though Eddie was keeping the black monstrosity right on his tail, pushing himself right into the rear bumper to try and throw the other driver off. 

They made another sharp drift around a corner and, as they came off the curve, Eddie made his move, pushing the throttle to take his car around the outside of the red-and-white leader. He took the turn, hard, trying to get his nose in front of the other car’s, and this time you did let out a whimper of concern. Your heart thumped in time with the roar of the crowd, and when Eddie made it, slipping in front of his rival to cross the finish line first, you couldn’t help but sigh in relief. 

Steve and Robin were now jumping up and down and hugging each other, and you smiled at their infectious joy. 

The other cars coasted to a stop in the middle of the track while Eddie took his victory lap, waving the checkered flag from out the driver’s window. He must have spotted the two maniacs next to you, because the car rolled to a stop on the track in front of you, and Eddie stepped out from the car. 

You knew he drove like a devil, but you weren’t expecting him to look like a fallen angel. 

A strange shiver ran through you as you watched him pull off his black helmet. Long, dark curls spilled out, framing his sharp, sculpted face. Even with his bangs sweat-soaked and disheveled, he was capital H-O-T. Dark hair, dark eyes, with a plush mouth you knew was made for sin. He was everything your parents would have warned you away from, and everything you – or your body, at least – immediately wanted. 

“Be normal,” you thought to yourself. “This is Robin’s friend .”

Robin and Steve trotted down to the side of the track, and you trailed behind them, a little unsure. It was the last race of the evening, and with the entertainment over, the crowds were starting to melt away. It didn’t escape your notice that while all the other drivers were getting handshakes and back-slaps galore from their fellow racers and even some officials, no one had come over to congratulate the actual winner, Eddie, except for the three of you.

“Edieeeeee, you won!” Robin shrieked at her usual top-volume. “But also, ugh, you smell like fumes, ew no, don’t hug me.” She wiggled away from his playful attempt at a hug, wrinkling your nose. 

“Comes with the territory, Robin, you’re just gonna have to get used to it. You certainly don’t mind when I’m fixing your car for free, again . Hey, Steve, nice of the King to make an appearance.” The two boys traded fist bumps, Steve rolling his eyes at his high school nickname. You broke into a wide smile at their antics. 

Eddie’s eyes met yours, where you lingered behind, and he arched one eyebrow, his previously warm and open expression becoming more guarded, scanning you from the top of your windswept hair to the bottom of your now quite dusty flats. Your smile faded, and you resisted the urge to brush yourself off in the face of his gaze.

“Who’s this?” he asked. “Wasn’t aware we had a third cheerleader on the squad. Does little miss Dots like what she has to see so far?”

You find yourself bristling at his presumptuous tone. “I don’t quite take your meaning,” you respond stiffly. 

Eddie laughed, an open, easy sound you could have loved – except for the sharp edge to his voice. He straddled the hay bale, spreading his hands open. You tried not to look at how his black racing uniform stretched tight over his thighs. Really, you tried. 

“Come on, guys, this is a joke, right? Ha, ha, Eddie’s first race of the season, let’s get a cute little cupcake of a girl to come along, flirt a little, string lil ’ol Eddie along? Give the girl a ride to remember?”

He fixed his molten brown eyes on you. “Did someone put you up to it, Dots? Patrick? Jason? It’s the sort of shit thing Jason would do.”

By this point, both Steve and Robin were exchanging a confused glance that clearly conveyed their shared sense of, “uh, what?” But you knew exactly what. 

Eddie had taken one look at you – at your too-much dress, too-much smile, maybe something else you didn’t even know in your demeanor – and concluded that the only possible explanation for your presence was that you were a…paid escort? Hooker? Someone bribed to come watch his race and flutter your eyelashes at him, spread her legs?

You felt the usual protection of your ice queen reputation from back home freezing off any earlier warmth from your expression. 

“Someone clearly has a high opinion of himself. I’m not going to cream just because you’ve got half skills with half a car. Get over yourself. Robin,” you turn to your cousin, “I’m going back to the house.”

“It’s miles to the house,” Robin protested, nervous gaze flicking between you – fuming – and Eddie – nonchalantly picking at his cuticles, not sparing you another glance. 

“I’ll walk.” It was only a mile or so to Robin’s, and you didn’t want to spend a single second more in his company, friends with your cousin or not. Eddie’d done a spectacular job of reminding you why you usually didn’t do things that were “fun” or “social” or that “lots of people” went to. You didn’t need another asshole man in your life, your father was doing a bang-up job of that by himself. 

“I’d give you a ride, Dots, but as you can see,” Eddie gestured to the literally empty passenger seat in the stock car next to him, “I can’t.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed, whirling around and stomping off before reaching a hand up to swipe angrily at the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. 

You heard Robin run after you. “She’s my cousin you MORON,” she called back to Eddie. When she caught up to you, you gave her a watery smile in thanks, and she reached over to squeeze your shoulders. 

New item for your summer bucket list: Never, ever see Eddie again.

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NEXT TIME: You and Robin go to a party.

#cruel summer #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #fanfic #fanfiction #eddie munson fic #enemies to friends to lovers #speedway au

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

Netflix has deleted its new password sharing rules that were recently updated to discourage multiple people from using the same account.

According to Streamable, streaming giant Netflix has removed its new rules from the official website despite announcing the change only a few days ago. A Netflix spokesperson clarified that the new guidelines are not applicable to the United States yet. "For a brief time yesterday, a help center article containing information that is only applicable to Chile, Costa Rica, and Peru, went live in other countries," the spokesperson said, adding, "We have since updated it."

#Netflix #Polls

[mrpldiddles]

boy that i found | t.blyth

a/n: the amount of screenshots of louis partridge being spotted at the guts tour that i took so that i could make this... ANYWAYS here's another tom x remi insta au because tom was seen at the guts tour so obviously i got ideas :) ENJOY!!!!

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tomremi posted:

tomremi tom spotted at remi's calgary show last night!!

comments:

user1 he's the most supportive bf omg

user2 they're so iconic

user3 i was standing near him and any time i looked over at him he had the biggest smile on his face it was so cute🥹

-> user4 omg do you have any pictures of him there??

-> user3 i'll dm you!!

user5 tom really said "remi you're doing great sweetie!!"

user6 he's so so in love with her i can't

user7 how many pictures do you think he has of her just from last night???

-> user8 probably so many they haven't seen each other in awhile

-> user7 how do you know??

-> user8 tom's been filming billy the kid in calgary and remi's been on tour which is why she said at the show that it was so special for her

-> user7 ohhhh ok thank you!!

-> user9 tom release the pictures!!!!!

user10 i'm so jealous of her but so happy for her at the same time😩

-> tomremi ugh same girl but with both of them

-> user11 right??? they're both so lucky!!

tomremi posted:

tomremi remi played a new song at her calgary show last night and released it at midnight!!

"calgary you've been hosting something very near and dear to my heart these past couple months while i've been touring, and he seems to still be doing pretty good so thank you so much for taking care of him for me. i still have a few songs to play for you tonight, but in honour of how special this show is for me, do you mind if i play an extra one for you? a little extra thank you from me to you, if you will...alright amazing, thank you. i wrote this song back in 2021 when me and my boyfriend weren't dating just yet, but there was something there y'know?...my boyfriend does happen to be here with us tonight, which is what makes this show so special for me, and even he hasn't heard this song yet so without further ado, this is "let light be light," which is out tonight at midnight!"

comments:

user1 what is she doing to us OMG

user2 SHE'S INSANE

user3 ITS A SONG ABOUT TOM OMG

user4 THE SONG IS LITERALLY SO SWEET AND WHOLESOME OMG OMG OMG

user5 "i think that he's good for me this boy that i found" REMI OMG

-> user6 SHES GONNA MAKE ME SOB

-> user8 they’re so in love i can’t😩😩😩

user7 i can't do this anymore omg😭😭

remi.alaric posted:

remi.alaric calgary you were so so special thank you for being so incredible and bringing me back to my home away from home🩵🩵🩵this show will forever hold such a special place in my heart and to commemorate it my new song "let light be light" is out now wherever you stream your music🩵

x remi

comments:

user1 GIRL LET US BREATHE

user2 THE LAST PICTURE HELLO

-> user3 LETS TALK ABOUT IT CAUSE OMG REMI

user4 GIRL ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE US A HEART ATTACK

rachelzegler INSANE

rachelzegler streaming party happening right now‼️‼️

stevie_alaric um does mom know about the third picture🤨

-> remi.alaric 🤫🤫🤫

joshandresrivera it's on repeat!!!

hunterschafer the new song is so so good so so proud of you!!💞💞

-> remi.alaric i absolutely adore you🥹🥹

stevie_alaric i'm expecting a full album to be released at the BC shows just so ya know

-> rachelzegler i'm flying out if she does so remi tell us now

-> remi.alaric check your texts!!!!

-> user5 GIRL WHAT

-> user6 HEY. HEY REMI. HEY REMI WHAT DO YOU MEAN.

-> user7 remi what do you mean😀what do you mean😀what do you mean remi😀

user8 it really is remi's world and we're all just living in it

tomblyth you releasing a new song at my show is gonna go to my head

-> stevie_alaric but did you get a whole album released at your concert HMM

-> user9 STEVIE😭😭

-> rachelzegler AND getting a whole speech about you at the SAME show what did you do to deserve all this😩

-> tomblyth i sold my soul to remi

-> remi.alaric i'm praying for your costars for how much you'll be talking about this

-> tomblyth all i do is talk about you so they're used to it

-> rachelzegler EWWWWWW

-> stevie_alaric YOU'RE SICK

-> tomblyth looooooovvvvveeeesick

tomblyth posted:

tomblyth pov: your favourite artist plays and releases a new song just because you're at the concert

@remi.alaric i'm your #1 fan!!!!!!!!!

comments:

user9 get yourself someone who is a total dork for you like tom is for remi

-> remi.alaric so true girl

-> user9 OMG WHAT REMI HI

rachelzegler you're such a fool in love y'all are adorable

stevie_alaric um actually I'M her biggest fan you fool

-> tomblyth "the fool jingled miserably across the floor"

-> stevie_alaric is that a british reference that i'm too cool to understand

-> user10 IM CACKLING AT TOM AND STEVIES INTERACTIONS I CANT WITH THEM

joshandresrivera @remi.alaric when do i get a song about me????

-> remi.alaric check your streaming platforms at midnight!!!!!!

-> user11 GIRL YOU CANT KEEP DOING THIS

-> user12 REMI WHAT PLEASE

remi.alaric anything for my biggest (and dorkiest) fan🥰🫶

-> stevie_alaric @tomblyth HA she called you a dork

-> tomblyth AND her biggest fan😌

-> stevie_alaric probably because you're a giant.

-> user13 i'm crying tom and stevie act like such siblings💀💀

-> user14 so basically when is tom proposing so we can get stevie's maid of honour speech

-> rachelzegler i second that!!!

user1 no cause tom is actually so her biggest fan like the videos of him at the concert his smile is always so big🥹🥹

-> user3 i know they're so adorable🥺

user5 the last picture of them in her dressing room🥹🥹🥹

-> user6 whoever took it is a godsend

remi.alaric i looooooovveeeee you so much🩵

-> tomblyth i loooooooovvvveeeee you even more🩵

-> stevie_alaric get a rooooooooommmm

-> rachelzegler i’m sick because of how in love y’all are😷🥰

#tom blyth #tom blyth fic #tom blyth x oc #tom blyth imagine #tom blyth fanfiction #rachel zegler #josh andres rivera #hunter schafer #coriolanus snow #oc #original character fanfiction #the hunger games #thg #ig edit #mrpldiddles #mrpldiddles fic

[g0dspeeed]

15 Lines

Tagged by @direwombat , @nightbloodbix , & @voidika 💕

So I chose Cappie De La Costa, and most if not all the lines I chose happen when she's chatting with Eli Palmer 🙃 because you can pry them from my cold dead hands

1. "John Seed is a fucking loser." 2. "I don't know what I want," she admitted. "I want to scream, but then cry, then laugh at how shitty everything is. And fuck, it's like Russian roulette in my head, you know? I just can't settle and when I want to do something with it, I fire off at someone I care about." 3. "And so, I'm sorta done with trusting promises, and this idea that everyone is doing their best because the only person who has stuck around for me is being tortured, and you're telling me to cut some slack for someone who may kill the only person I have, Eli." 4. "I wish I saw the world like you. Sounds nice. But I'll pretend that the world is like that because I like you in mine." 5. "I hate it when you fucking talk like that," she growled, her voice shaking. "Like, like, like you're the worst person on earth, like how you are the lucky one here, like you are some horrible person that owes me. Eli, I'm not freaking out because having a baby with you would be bad, just fucking scary because we are in a war, and I can't even take care of undomesticated raccoons or, or myself! Eli, I would be relieved if I was knocked up with you because, like the whole fucking County knows, my track record for partners has been hilariously bad, like cult bad! And not just one, but two. Twice, Eli. But that, that's not the point: I just hate it when you talk so mean about you because you're the best thing that's happened to me in this place." 6. "Look, I'm just being consistent with my inconsistency," she countered. "We both know that my chaotic disposition is what drew you in. Like a goody goody moth–because you can be one, don't give me that look–to a badass bitch flame, my guy. I can't resist you either, you sexy motherfucker, but I got your number, too." 7. "That's close enough, Deputy." 8. “I dunno, man. Could ask you the same thing. Maybe there’s some math in the Universe that says our sad parts cancel each other out." 9. "Jacob can shut the fuck up. He's just got a sopping wound for a personality." 10. “You were just being polite, I know, because it was just for a moment, then you looked away and left. But I don’t know. I never thought about it until we met again on the side of the road, because later on I would realize that I saw you that day. And I can’t help but think that the Universe was teasin’ me. That it was giving me a sneak peek at what was to come, that even with all the shit that would follow, with Jacob, with John, with the Collapse, that I had somethin’ to look forward to, that out of all that mess, I would find you there. That I wouldn’t be so alone anymore” 11. "Wanna bet?" 12. "Oh. I guess," she mumbled. "But like, a sandwich could be an innuendo. You know, for like, getting dicked down. You know. If you want." 13. "Oh, how'd I get so damn lucky? How do I want you? Any way. I just want you. All of it." 14. "You don't. I don't think I do either. I was just trying to figure out what you are because 'husband' isn't enough, and 'lover' is insulting in the face of how you make me feel. I don't trust in much of anything, but you, Eli, made a believer of me." 15. "I love you. A whole lot. You make my home in every room you stand in, Eli."

Taggin' @coetiroedd , @strangefable , @ladyoriza , @noodlecupcakes , @ivymarquis , @inafieldofdaisies , @cassietrn , @v0idbuggy , @simonxriley , @simonxriley , @socially-awkward-skeleton , @la-grosse-patate & whoever else wants to try this!

#oc ask games #oc: cappie de la costa #otp: cappieli #cappie de la costa x eli palmer

[celepom]

FAVOURITE GRAPHIC NOVELS OF 2023

The Infinity Particle - By Wendy Xu

In this gorgeous graphic novel by Wendy Xu, co-creator of the award-winning Mooncakes, a young inventor falls for a lifelike AI and confronts questions of freedom and autonomy. Clementine Chang moves from Earth to Mars for a new start and is lucky enough to land her dream job with Dr. Marcella Lin, an Artificial Intelligence pioneer. On her first day of work, Clem meets Dr. Lin’s assistant, a humanoid AI named Kye. Clem is no stranger to robots—she built herself a cute moth-shaped companion named SENA. Still, there’s something about Kye that feels almost too human. When Clem and Kye begin to collaborate, their chemistry sets off sparks. The only downside? Dr. Lin is enraged by Kye’s growing independence and won’t allow him more freedom. Plus, their relationship throws into question everything Clem thought she knew about AI. After all, if Kye is sentient enough to have feelings, shouldn’t he be able to control his own actions? Where is the line between AI and human? As her past and Kye’s future weigh down on her, Clem becomes determined to help him break free—even if it means risking everything she came to Mars for.

Not Sew-Wicked Stepmom - By i r u, Yir, Mo9Rang

Once upon a time, there was a lovely young princess who suffered under her cruel stepmother…that is, until a children’s clothing designer is reborn as the evil stepmother! All the new Queen Abigail Friedkin wants to do is dote on the adorable Princess Blanche and give her the happy childhood she deserves. The problem is, the previous Abigail has garnered a reputation for being extremely jealous and materialistic—and to top it off, her smile is the stuff of children’s nightmares! Will Abigail be able to convince her stepdaughter that she might not be so wicked after all? 

(TW, childhood SA of the main male lead)

Until I Love Myself: The Journey of a Nonbinary Manga Artist

A bravely blunt autobiography about confronting the tangled traumas of gender dysphoria and workplace sexual harassment. Nonbinary manga artist Poppy Pesuyama is excited when forms offer the option to choose “neither” for gender and thrilled about their new job working as an assistant for mangaka X! But then he sexually harasses them, treating them first like a girl and then like something less than human. It only lasts a few months, but in some ways it never ends. Born into a body they hate and still reeling from the abuse they faced seven years ago, Pesuyama begins to rail at their past, their friends, and even their mother as they try to come to terms with who they are and what happened to them.

Belle of the Ball - By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

The Princess and the Grilled Cheese Sandwich - By Deya Muniz

Lady Camembert wants to live life on her own terms, without marriage. Well, without marrying a man, that is. But the law of the land is that women cannot inherit. So when her father passes away, she does the only thing she can: She disguises herself as a man and moves to the capital city of the Kingdom of Fromage to start over as Count Camembert.   But it’s hard to keep a low profile when the beautiful Princess Brie, with her fierce activism and great sense of fashion, catches her attention. Camembert can’t resist getting to know the princess, but as the two grow closer, will she able to keep her secret?   A romantic comedy about mistaken identity, true love, and lots of grilled cheese.

#book rec #book recs #graphic novel #manga #comic #romance #scifi #romantic comedy #autobio #slice of life #fantasy #isekai

[nonsense-by-bo]

can we just talk abt ramon costas v line in THE gif pls

yes absolutely we can. i’m more than happy to elaborate. (my first ask on this blog hooray!!! you did not ask for headcanons but you get it anyway /lh)

Ramon Costa HCs

warnings: um ramon costa… suggestive, but no smut, not proofread and written in 15 minutes

word count: 486

It’s clear to absolutely everyone in existence that Ramon Costa is a confident guy.

It’s in the way he speaks, the way he carries himself - the man likes himself, because he knows he’s hot shit.

But around you? Oh, he loves to show off a little extra around you.

The first day you show up at The Archer, Ramon takes immediate notice of how you look at him. At how your eyes linger on his reflection in the studio mirror, how your body tenses just the slightest bit when he corrects your posture with a hand in your waist.

He likes the attention. So, in true Ramon fashion, he takes advantage.

Ramon likes to take his time with you (take this as you will). He goes out of his way to give you some personal instruction, to better yourself for the dance, of course.

He’s the type to call you in to the studio at an ungodly hour and just make you dance for him. His eyes always linger across your body as you move, his lips pulling up in that devilish little smirk.

But he never makes a move. Not yet, at least.

The closer you get to opening night, the more and more you see Ramon - not just in the studio, anymore. He stops you for a quick flirt in the halls, or makes lustful eye contact from across the room.

And the more you see him, the more bold he gets.

This time, however, you got to see a little… more of him.

The sauna rooms at The Archer are an ideal place to relax. It’s quiet, and I’m the off chance somebody is in there with you, conversations are pleasant.

But today? Today’s your lucky day.

You were simply resting in the sauna room, allowing the warmth and comfort of the steam to soothe the dull ache in your muscles, when the door swung open.

And there he stood.

Daddy Ramon Costa, a towel wrapped around his toned hips, his broad chest and chiseled abs on full display. He had tattoos lining his arms and a finely written ‘C’est La Vie’ inked across his pec.

He was truly like a fucking Roman sculpture, the way he was built and defined. It was hard to take your eyes off of him…

…especially that deep, chiseled v-line of his.

The moment that Ramon caught a glimpse of where your eyes fell, the way that your cheeks heated to a hot pink that definitely wasn’t just from the steam of the sauna, a smirk danced onto his lips.

That stupid, dangerous smirk you loved so much.

Before you could much comprehend what was happening, you could see him stepping a bit closer to you, his hand coming up to gently lift your chin, his deep brown eyes meeting your own.

“How about I give you something else to… not just look at, hm?”

#bo got mail #sender: lucyisdoingfine #ramon costa #ramon costa x reader #ramon costa headcanons #nonsense by bo

[epiemy]

Dick Grayson dating a Brazilian!Fem Reader - Part 1.

Warnings: just cursing

Have fun!

You in all your glory, Y/N da Costa is the niece of Beatriz, popularly known in the heroic world as Fire, the flaming heroine;

in a unique opportunity to get to know another country and escape the flawed government of hers, she decides to live near the headquarters of the company that her aunt helps to lead, Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City;

obviously the move wasn't so easy as his English was a little scratchy and he didn't know anyone, but Beatriz's boss was nice enough to give him a place in his company so that you can work and pay for the new apartment;

the first day in Gotham you already wanted to cry, but the Costa family is not made of losers, so fuck if a car wet you from head to toe, everything will get better, right?

wrong, damn time to spill the beans about how things could get better;

you see, normally you are an optimist but even someone like that gives up after being locked out of your apartment because a floor below yours had caught fire, when another company intern spilled hot coffee on you and now you have to endure a terrible rain ;

in your genius head, it would be a great idea to call your aunt's boss, after all, why not call a billionaire you barely know?

lucky for her Alfred, who found out to be Bruce Wayne's beloved butler, had answered the phone and sent a car to pick her up, after all she would be sick for sure after two hours under the storm that was happening in the city;

upon arriving at the mansion you are welcomed by a man a little older than you, but with a stunning appearance and electric blue eyes, those damn eyes;

oh shit...

"And you!!!" / "You fool!" is said respectively by adonis and by you, when acknowledging that he was responsible for you being soaked before the rain even started;

you changed looks for just over a minute until a clearing is heard inside the mansion, making the beautiful image of Bruce Wayne appear in all its glory in front of you;

"Mr Wayne, it's a pleasure to meet you even if it's not the best of circumstances" you smile at the businessman and he returns it shaking your hand and inviting you in;

"I didn't fail to notice that you've already met my eldest son, Richard-"

"Dick" the boy cuts off Bruce's speech and you mutter a "it suits you" while the older man covers his smile;

"Make yourself at ease Miss Y/N, I have matters to attend to but Dick could show you the mansion while Alfred prepares something to keep you warm" he nods and leaves the room without hearing a response from both;

"Suits me, huh?" Dick smiles and you just roll your eyes - "okay right... I owe you an apology for earlier, I was really in a hurry and didn't notice you on the street until it was late" he admits sheepishly, and it's gratifying seeing a man that size feel so small around you.

tired of so much talk you just ask him to show you his room, he agrees and you go to the next floor of Wayne Manor;

"I think you better buy me a brigadeiro after that" you point and close the door in the confused brunette's face, just shrugging and changing into comfortable clothes that were left on your temporary bed, allowing sleep to lull you lightly.

#dick grayson #dc #tim drake #damian wayne #batfam x reader #batman #batfamily #batfam #fem reader #dick grayson x y/n #dick grayson x female!reader #dick grayson x reader

[mikimeiko]

Day 12 - Ostrava (Czechia)

It's definitely summer today in Ostrava. It's the first day in this entire trip where I felt the need to wear a tank top, and I honestly hope it's not gonna get hotter than this XD

The city center is very nice in the sun, filled with colorful buildings. There's still not so many people around, but the city is not empty.

Ostrava is an industrial city, and the main attraction that every guide tells you to visit is Dolní Vítkovice, and it's a good thing they do because it's kind of amazing.

Have you ever looked at an abandoned factory and wished you could go wander inside the compound? Well in Dolní Vítkovice you can! It's a massive steel working+coal mine that was in operation until the 90s, and now you can visit, learn about the history and the technical aspects, or just vibe with the aesthetic XD

There are museums, a gallery and cafes inside and it's basically a cool neighborhood you can hang out in. 10/10 would visit again (also maybe don't come on Monday because many things are closed on Monday XD).

After seeing it many times on the menu, it's finally the right temperature to try an espresso tonic (a cold espresso with tonic water). And, no. I did not think it was the right combo for me and it wasn't. Damn my curiosity XD

Next stop: Landek park. There's a mining museum here, but it's very hot and the park looks so appealing with its trees and shade, and I don't really need to visit another mining museum (I visited one in Wales years ago with a very good tour guide), so instead I head into the wooden path.

I get a pomelo and grapefruit birell (which is a Czech non alcoholic beer - I wish I knew it was non alcoholic before because it's as inexpensive as beer and I would have gotten it many other times instead of spending all my money on water or sodas XD) and just enjoy the green and the breeze for a while.

The walk through the park is very nice, though sadly the path is very close to a highway and most of what you hear is traffic.

I was very lucky and not only is today the first day of Ostrava's folklore festival but the first event is basically next to the place I'm staying <3

It's mostly dance focused (I thought it was going to be musicians) and though most performers are Czech or from neighbouring countries there are also a couple of acts from farther away (China, Costa Rica). I love that it started in the afternoon!

#ostrava #czechia #czech republic #europe #travel #it's not technically interrail 2023 #mag travels from time to time #my photography #i just want a tag for the things i personally put out into the world