what the good anons of tumblr dont understand is that even if they did get a kiss from this guy, it seems like he would infact destroy their ego afterward with the most stupidly specific kiss insult known to man
SO TRUE u guys do not want anything from this man!!!!
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Fuck it - Evolve a guy!
I'm restarting the chain mail trend, but fun instead of annoying.
See this guy?
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Evolve it by:
Copy pasting the image above (reproducing)
Changing ONE detail about the picture (mutation)
Reblogging your new guy, so your followers can evolve it too
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Beasts of the Hill and Serpents of the Den. Galadriel/Sauron | Halbrand. Explicit. 170.2k | 4k chapter [34/150] Ch. 34: The Necromancer
During the First Age, the War of Wrath changes course. On the island of Tol-in-Gaurhoth, the Isle of Werewolves, one of Sauron’s former strongholds—is the seat of the Necromancer’s power. Instead of sending his wolves out to kill Finrod after capturing Felagund in his dungeons, Sauron demands an exchange for his life. Galadriel offers herself.
Disbelief swelled within her eyes again. “Are they stuck like this forever, then?”
“No, of course, not,” Halbrand informed her. “They’re just wolves. They can’t live forever—”
“—Then, how do you break it?”
Halbrand was growing exasperated with her. That much was clear. The sudden swerve of his head and the roll in his eyes told her as much. He raised his hand, pointing two fingers at her, his thumb upright. “It is not a matter of breaking it, Galadriel. Push that thought from your mind. This sort of magic is far more complicated than that—”
“—Then, what does it take? How do you release them?”
Halbrand stared at her, his mouth hanging halfway open as if he started to understand the depth of her hunger to solve it.
“Death,” he simply replied, “is the only way.”
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....do you maybe have some thoughts about Yuki and Michael that you would like to share with the class? 😇
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There was nothing unusual about the physicality of a driver and his trainer together. Trainers had to know their driver's bodies intimately; their flexibility, their injuries, their tender spots, their aches and pains.
They had to know drivers' food and water and vitamin intakes, calories burned, reaction times, mental stresses, how far to push, and when to back off.
Learning Yuki had been a fiery burst right from the start.
Yuki wasn't afraid to speak his mind, to be colourful with his language, and to make it known just how much he absolutely hated every single second of training. He did it all, anyway.
Michael had had to learn a totally new style and approach working with Yuki this year. Daniel was not docile by any means, but Daniel rather enjoyed the training parts of his job and Michael never had to worry about his discipline or if Daniel kept up his routines when they were apart. Yuki was his own, explosive little powerhouse who Michael came to understand may need a little more tenderness than he'd ever let on.
It had been obvious to everyone in the last couple years just how close Yuki had been with his teammate and the upset of Pierre moving to Alpine had been just as evident. Yuki wasn't quiet about his feelings, about Pierre moving, about missing him.
Formula 1 could be a ruthless, brutal sport and many drivers felt alone. Yuki and Pierre's closeness had been special and Michael knew - even if they were still friends - it wasn't the same as having Pierre as Yuki's teammate.
So.
Tenderness.
Michael had done his best to be a friend when Yuki needed it. To be open, to hear him, to let him process the big change for this year. To vent about the loss of that team synchronicity, how Nyck was perfectly nice and polite but not friendly, the loss of Noel, all the change and difference 2023 brought had not been easy for him.
But somewhere.
Somehow.
Sometimes.
Michael found himself with Yuki tucked up under his arm when standing around in the garages or hospitality. Or thighs pressed together side-by-side at breakfast when there was a perfectly good, open seat across the table. Or sweet brown puppy-dog eyes staring up at him when Michael helped Yuki stretch his hamstrings.
He was a burst of intense, at times unpredictable emotion and energy; acting out in his hurt and loss and uncertainty, a wild storm thrashing about.
Michael was tender hands and soft words and gentle calm; a safe harbour to anchor when everything felt a bit too much.
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I second the anon that asked for a snippet of 3Tan11 tonight!
Please give us but a crumb. We are poor!
{insert JK’s big doe eyes here}
Ahahaha not the puss in boots plead!!!! I can maybe spare a crumb or two…
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everyone assuming it twas a woman who picked up The Weird Master Tooth as if we havent had multiple deconstruction of gender related comments and moments and also 15 in a skirt,,,,
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