#also it's fucking 2008 in show

[vvizardz]

Look me in the eye and try to truthfully tell me that Eddie is not some sort of metalhead

#tssm eddie brock #I am currently plagued with the fact that people think metalhead means only bands from the 70s-80s #I think I will start jumping on people's shoulders now #ya know like Black Sabbath / Judas Priest / Iron Maiden / Mötley Crüe / etc... #there are more sub-genres than heavy metal you guys I'm begging you #also it's fucking 2008 in show #are you tryin to tell me that his ass dose not listen to nu metal ????????? #HAVE YOU SEEN THE MAN #the blonde spiky gelled hair and loose fitting pants combined with plain tee/tank + jacket combo mean nothing apparently #not to mention the street bike + gear #he wears leather boots everywhere he goes #not to mention the Venom theme ?????? #WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE IS NOT A METALHEAD #I actually feel like I'm going insane

[queseraphita]

It didn't truly strike me harder how devastating the grief and trauma Cheng Xiaoshi felt about that Chen Xiao mission and how he was probably raised in that part of China by his parents and having to confront the feelings of all the people he had bonds with in that area until i was reading posts from Chinese readers explaining how Cheng Xiaoshi has a northern accent and Lu Guang has a southern Chinese accent

#like i knew knew from the story and i vaguely remember that event in 2008 on the news as a child #which also just fucks me up just being similar age as these characters #but i am just depressed and sad knowing that cxs grieved cx's mother with that lullaby #i personally feel like that mission was what allowed cxs to truly grieve the absence of his parents and the possibility that theyre dead #everything about it breaks my heart but i sympathize with that grief that won't let you cry #cxs unshakeable faith being rocked by vicariously feeling the ups and downs of love from a parent #shiguang daili ren #link click #mikh talks #i always end up missing those nuances but i end up appreciating them x10 more #this show is made with so much love hope grief yearning despair

[crazymecjc]

thinking about frankenstein a new musical (2008) once again and going Crazy

#carissa speaks #finally found the boots of the few songs that exist and. #I could stage it better #girl please ur score fuckin Bangs don’t do her dirty like that!! #victor frankenstein my little meow meow someone get this man to open up abt his feelings or smth #also if I was to direct frankenstein it would be so much fruitier #victor and henry were kissing on the regular TO ME #also the costumes????? the coming of the dawn fit fills me with rage the cut of the vest is all WRONG #and unbuttoned????? first and foremost king you are in the ARCTIC but also that would be like stripping!!! that’s not allowed!! #button ur vest up!! #idk if I was the directors of frankenstein a new musical 2008 I would simply up the energy levels #but maybe that’s just me #show fucks though do not get me wrong too 5 musicals of all time I am literally vibrating over here #but I did see those clips and every ounce of my theatre major brain took over #maybe a Would be a better techie #bc I know I could design the Hell out of this show #also- get rid of those fuckass stairs why the hell are there stairs they make for useless traveling #sorry not to be full of mt rage tonight I’m just so ??? they literally had it all how did they not follow through visually 😔 #give me victorian gothic!!! please!!!!!!!!!!!! #I also think it’s really interesting now that I’ve actually gone through and fully perceived the book #the changes they made specifically in the instances of justine and Henry’s deaths and how that changes victors character #I like that victor gets to witness Henry’s death and I think the conflict there is neat #but I also enjoy the agency of victor deciding to take back his promise on his own #I feel in some ways him actually going through with a second one all the way to the end is a detriment to his character #like yeah he does Immediately regret it and kill her but the lack of consideration beforehand in the musical is interesting to me #it feels much more like the frenzy of the first creation whereas in the book it is a true concious choice which I think is interesting #both are good and valid takes I just think the discrepancies are neat #there are so many typos in these tags but I cannot be assed to fix them #so sorry #frankenstein musical

[gregmarriage]

succ/brba crossover, where jesse and greg meet because greg goes to score drugs for kendall. then, he starts going to score pot for himself, bc jesse is nicer than a lot of other dealers, even if greg thinks he’s weird, and vice versa, but also, he’s a relaxing change of pace from the roys, and feels more akin to his old life, when he wants to go outside of himself and all the stress of his job and current life. he never has any idea what jesse gets up to, and neither does jesse of greg. one day, jesse disappears… and greg has to find a new dealer, and starts to forget about the weird fucking guy he used to smoke pot with sometimes.

#they also fuck nasty #yeah yeah the timelines and geography don’t match up #stop ruining my beautiful world <3 #could also be greg spends some time in new mexico pre canon and he met jesse then #and one day he tells tom about a guy who used to deal him pot and they were sort of friends until he disappeared #could also be slightly pre brba canon or at least early into the canon #greg would have been about 17/18 in 2008 right? #if he’s supposed to be between 27 and 30 #i always lean more towards 27 but if succ passes at least 2 years then he’s closer to 30 then #do i have to write this now? #is succ even set in 2018? bc it never really says and you can kinda twist shit bc the timeline makes no fucking sense so i can honestly say #anything and it’s not necessarily false #either way tho #it’s only a silly crossover and we can pretend and ignore if things aren’t correct <3 #also they both have it in common that they have 4 and 5 seasons respectively but only take place over the span of two years like #that’s crazy #jesse in s1 is the same age i am now #well he turns 25 in and amongst the pilot and i’m not yet 25 but same thing #and is barely 26 at the end of the show #he’s so young!! #which kinda makes everything worse #bc obviously the thing about jesse is he may be a grown man but he’s also secretly soft and childish in his ways #and 26 isn’t old in any way #like he’s a child in my eyes #i always think he’s younger #like 19/20 #he tells walt high school was a long time ago but i would also say that even if i’d just got out of high school imaoooo #anyways he and greg are both my baby boys is the point of this post imaooooo #gwen rambles #gwenposting

[sweetsweetloverlover]

the exhilirating feeling of finding out a beloved book from when you were a kid exists also as a movie adaptation

#im going to watch fucking. inkheart 2008 #everyone says the film is bad idc #also that one time i finally understood that his dark materials is the english title of that series of #books i loved and that a whole show existed..... insane moment for me #txt

[femmeslash]

i haven't really tracked character tags for like, 4 or 5 years, so i gotta ask, genuinely. did it somehow along the line fall out of tumblr/fandom etiquette to not tag your character hate/bashing with... the name of the character...? or is this a problem specific to yugioh spinoffs? it is a little bit upsetting to be out here trying to see art and posts about my favorite character and instead get a bunch of people saying they wish she would die!

#yuuna is fucking ELEVEN guys settle down #gx tags are an abomination too but i expect as much from a show that ended in 2008 that treats women like #(looks at echo) that #ALSO I BLOCKED THE PEOPLE WHO WERE AGGRESSIVE ABOUT YUUNA IM JUST WONDERING WHY IT HAPPENS BECAUSE THIS IS NOT AN ISOLATED INCIDENT!!!!!!!

[izzyspussy]

maggie natesexwife and i have. the same car.

#jack facts #i mean mine is beat to fucking hell and also this show is from. 2008. #so her car is 3 years old and mine is old enough to vote but hey! it's the same color haha :) #leverage #reading process

[tarraxahum]

One thing I have to thank having Speed Racer as my first fandom ever for

is that it's practically impossible to frustrate me with adaptations being different from source material. However drastically.

No shade to fans who get salty about character rewamps or loose story interpretations, but when your first ever exposure to Media You Care About was a franchise that NEVER had two interpretations consistent with each other (story, time period, setting, location, race, names, looks, character development, family dynamics, who is related to whom, fucking car design, future generations consistency, you name it - they flipped it AT LEAST once)... You just never develop the ability to give a fuck!

#I kinda. see different iterations as separate things because of that. #maybe that's why I also don't understand why people get a hair up the ass about black actors being cast for white roles #or allegedly white anyway #I've watched my boy jumping between being Japanese and American and his name is actually Go but they localized him as Speed #and then americam comics went ahead and named him GREG and also for some reason made him and his brothers adopted? #and 97' anime for some reason took his little brother and made him his girlfriend's younger brother? #they give him one son in one mini-series and then scrapped the poor kid and gave him two others instead #the 90s american cartoon BUTCHERED THE CAR #and the 2008 movie straight up changed the world the vibe the setting and the racing itself #there are two Mach 6s in this canon somehow but they are different cars #multiverse I guess! #anyway that was my first formative fandom experience #all of THAT #so now when people on my dash are getting sad and salty about iterations (I'm talking iterations not direct continuations ofc) #I just. Can't relate #rip to y'all I'm different etc etc #....come to think of it my SECOND formative fandom experience was W.I.T.C.H. #and everyone initiated knows that the animated show quickly whirred off the fucking rails from the comic's plot #so no #I didn't get the memo that different iterations of a story are meant to be in any way consistent :DDD

[strawberrymilkshakeearrings]

i know im complaining abt this on the gay website so im preaching to the choir but im just absolutely exhausted at the fact that im seeing literally almost word-for-word the same arguments against trans people that i used to hear about LGB people fifteen years ago. cant we just skip to the part where its at least socially unacceptable for a politician to pubically campaign on that platform.

#society is so exhausting and horrible #and ill bet in 10-15 years or so society will almost definitely be on track to more or less normalize transness #but god its so. annoying to have to wait for it. #and im cis #also i know LGB people are obviously not free from homophobia OBVIOUSLY but you cant deny the situation has improved significantly #like most republicans have to at least pretend not to be homophobic these days which #was absolutely unthinkable back in 2008 #source:me #rant #2023 #guess ill have to look back at this post in 2038 and see how the situation has changed #for future me reference: drag shows are getting banned in public places and there was a mass shooting by 1 (one) trans person #so r/conservative is acting more unhinged than usual #for the sake of 'protecting children' LMAO #same arguments. word for fucking word. #im an optimist in the sense that i believe the world trends in a progressive direction but #a pessimist in the sense that its just. legitimately infuriating how long it takes to get there. #on a topic we basically already know the outcome for!!!!! #ugghh. im in a mood tonight. #vent

[sanstropfremir]

So I’ve seen styling criticism of New Jeans floating around Stan twitter of late, and was curious what your thoughts are since I don’t particularly trust twitter 😅

Essentially, the internet seems to not love their outfits from Kcon japan and from I believe the fact music awards? Whatever recent awards show they went to.

To be fair, the outfits are a statement, and aren’t in line with what anyone else is currently wearing so I can see why people have feelings on them. But personally, while I wouldn’t wear them myself, I kind of love them? I think young people today who didn’t live through the so called Y2K era don’t realize just how insane and unflattering so much of the fashion was. It was like kitsch threw up everywhere sometimes, and bigger and more obvious was always better. So honestly, I kind of think that, among kpop styling, these outfits are truer to the early 00s than most of the other popular stuff. But I recognize that the trend these days is to be “aesthetic”, probably since everything ends up online for immediate and widespread consumption in a way that wasn’t possible 20 years ago, so real 00s stuff is never gonna fit that aesthetic mold.

That’s my theory at least, but I’m curious what your thoughts are!

..................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................why are people mad at these. this is literally just what teenagers wore in 2005. well i know why people are mad at these and that's because they're all young adults who have never known a world where things were imperfect and weird because we weren't living under the panopticon of social media watching our every move. i was literally just talking to someone about how i used to cut thumbholes in all of my sweater sleeves in middle school and for like probably three or four years i wore like ten non-matching necklaces at all times. the real y2k was ugly as hell and we should be going back to that! everything now is so aestheticized and optimized for being the most attractive and it all has to be packaged perfectly for getting the most likes on these apps bc that's how young kids are getting their validation. things can't be ugly in their world because the parameters of what 'beautiful' is have closed in around them without them even knowing any different, so they won't accept anything even a little bit ''''experimental'''' from people they see as the pinnacles of that perfect manicured aesthetic because they don't know how to.

#newjeans w #stan twt overreacts over literally fucking NOTHING i thought i was gonna see something actually weird #but it was literally just oversized sports jerseys. y'all are pathetic (derogatory) #this is literally nothing compared to anything anyone wore on a music show in the years before 2015 #kpoppies are just weak #i think we should just nuke the twitter servers tbh #oh so y'all liked it when they had borderline inappropriate styling #but hate it now that they're wearing things actual teenagers wore in the years they have as their concept? #i wish stan twitter a very die :) #oh is it making you uncomfortable how young they are now that they actually look it??? is it????? #they should put them in increasingly more lisa frank jojo siwa ass styling i wanna see stan twt cry #none of y'all would have actually survived the 2000s shut UP #also im sorry but their kcon outfits are literally just what every second bg is wearing rn #INCLUDING the crop top #and they are cute outfits! like i would have died to be friends with those girls in 2008 #i cannot believe people are outraged about age appropriate stylings........smh #text #answers #no one in the history of ever has been ready for the conversation of unpacking why 'ugly' is used as an insult #and why ugliness is directly associated with being 'of lesser value' #anyways im gonna go watch every dawn mv like 12 times just to make up for this bullshit

[aberooski]

Taylor already stole coney island from me last night and I've also lost Cold As You and White Horse if she takes away any more of my songs before June 4th I'm going to be entering my reputation era.

#I'm a debut/fearless girly those are my aesthetic eras but bitch my rep era is coming I can feel it #ALL I'm asking for is that she saves Tied Together With A Smile and Come In With The Rain so MAYBE I can hear one of them live at my show #TTWAS is my literal favorite song in her entire discography it's so important to me #and CIWTR is my favorite song on my favorite album I'm literally praying Taylor PLEASE #I live in a state of CONSTANT fear #I will not survive the great war #she's so lucky she said she can play shit from midnights as many times as she wants I also want The Great War so fucking bad 😭😭😭 #also since it's april 29th if she doesn't play High Infidelity tonight we're literally all clowns and we don’t know shit stg 😭 #abby's just rambling don't mind her #abby's having a crisis #not to mention the DEVASTATION of her taking Tim McGraw from me NIGHT ONE 😭😭😭😭😭😭 #y'all every song from debut and fearless is such a horrible loss for me those have been my albums since 2008 literally since I found her #I can’t take much more of this akskaka

[simptasia]

do i have any right to call buffy a cringe show when im currently browsing old heroes sylar/peter fanfiction?

yeah

#ohh you talk about a cringe show? the writers strike of 2007 to 2008 fucked heroes HARD #season 1 is a good and engaging television. seasons 2 to 4 are a trainwreck in slow motion #and honestly the only reason people kept watching was because of sylar. and the show was paaainfully aware of that #an exercise in beating a horse to death #and i watched. i watched those terrible seasons. because zachary quinto causes pussy derangement #and im not ashamed. have you fucking seen that man #anyways. season 1 is good #at least as far as i remember. the actors are great. and the editing/score is very good #iits very like. gripping #i think season 1 of heroes was the Peak of that genre of television that happened when LOST was popular #that genre being We Wanna Be LOST So Baaaaad #i saw heroes before lost btw #but looking back and having rewatched heroes since. it's so got that lost copycat vibe #in a good way! during season one! #large ensemble cast of fucked up people #and theres mysteries and intrigue and everybody is connected. it's great #also heroes does something i consider fucking inspired: when they change the scene to somebody else #theres text at the bottom telling the audience which character(s) we're focusing on (and their location) #its their version of an establishing shot and i really like it. it's simple but effective. and helps one keep track of everybody #heroes turned out bad but to anybody who has seen it: when you start the show and you hear that weird wail singing #mohinder's narration all like ''where do we come from?'' over shots of several of our characters #don't tell me you don't feel chills

[the-faultofdaedalus]

ok so i wasn’t really gonna have bucky play any major part in remortal au but how fucking funny would it be if after he’s found and brought back he takes one look at tony, kinda squints, and just goes “… i shot you”

#bucky: oh god is my memory still this faulty because i remember shooting this guy in the head but clearly that didn’t happen #tony: haha i remember that lmao. fun times #hydra keeps trying to assassinate tony and it keeps not sticking #and at this point there’s a theory that tony stark is actually just a series of androids operated by jarvis #hydra being fully convinced that tony has not been a real person since 2008 and that he did just die in afghanistan is very funny #hm. this also means he wouldn’t be on the insight kill list #if they think he’s not real. why shoot an android if another one will just show back up #actually oh no this could Fuck actually #sew some seeds of mistrust: tony’s deffo hiding something and he’s not on the insight list #for the arc where there’s also the coulson trial #HMMM OK OK OK #this could be. i could work with this.

[wintaerbaer]

ringing in the year (jjk)

summary: Your six-year relationship with Jungkook certainly hasn't been devoid of the occasional mishap. But when Seokjin accidentally winds up with a gift meant for you, Jungkook's proposal may wind up being the biggest blunder of all.

pairing: Jungkook x Reader

rating: generally sfw, sans a handful of swear words

genre: established relationship au, pure fluff, bit of a crack fic

word count: 2.2k

a/n: this was so fun to write, and a bunch of the details were inspired by real life events! thanks to @animeniacss for brainstorming this one with me and sprinting me through it. wishing everyone a happy and healthy new year! <3

MASTERLIST

Jungkook knows he’s messed up several times over the course of your six-year relationship.

There was the time in college when he wanted to cook you dinner and, upon realizing that he didn’t have a corkscrew to open the bottle of wine, tried to pry it open with a screwdriver and sprayed most of it all over the kitchen and himself.

There was the time when he ate suspiciously old-looking dumplings out of the fridge for lunch in spite of Hoseok’s warnings and spent your anniversary date that night going in and out of the bathroom.

And of course, there was the time when he'd insisted that it was fine for you to get frisky in the living room because Jimin wouldn't be back until tomorrow. Only to realize, oh wait, it's Saturday, the second the man himself walked in the door with both Yoongi and Taehyung in tow, all three getting quite the view of you and Jungkook on the area rug.

But this right here, he thinks, has got to be his biggest fuck-up of all, watching Seokjin peel back the wrapping paper on his white elephant gift to reveal a white mug that says, in large black lettering, “WORLD’S BEST WIFE.”

“Awww, Jungkookie,” he coos, raising the mug up above his head to show it off. “You’re proposing?”

He is, in fact, trying to propose, but certainly not to Seokjin. Every New Year’s Eve since sophomore year of college, your friend group has gotten together to party and do a holiday gift exchange that consists of a white elephant round and a general present swap.

Jungkook, wanting to propose amongst your friends and on what you’ve always said is your favorite day each year, had intended to give you the mug and propose later in the night. But, it would seem, he must’ve mixed up the two presents, putting your mug into the white elephant pile instead of the travel mug he had meant to contribute.

“Ah, Y/N,” Seokjin is now sighing, “I’m so sorry you had to find out this way.”

You're giggling, wrapped in a burrito blanket that was courtesy of Hoseok. “It's okay. I understand that your love can't be denied.”

“Actually, hyung,” Jungkook finally gets the courage to pipe up. Is it hot in here? It feels hot in here. He might be sweating. “Can I talk to you in the kitchen for a second?”

“You need to talk now?” Hobi asks, wearing a t-shirt that also happens to be a collage of Seokjin's face–his white elephant offering. “It’s Yoongi’s turn. Let’s finish the white elephant, and then you can talk.”

“But–”

“I want Namjoon’s,” Yoongi says, snatching up the gift and tearing away the paper to unfurl a large black Snuggie. “Oh, fuck yeah.”

“You got a Snuggie?” Jimin jeers in Namjoon’s direction. “Lame.”

“Lame? It’s funny,” Namjoon argues.

“Yeah, if it was 2008.”

“Hey, I’m not complaining.” Yoongi slides his arms into the sleeves, settling into the couch and eyeing the rest of the group warily.

Jimin rolls his eyes at him. “No one is going to steal it, hyung.”

“Nobody better fucking steal it.”

The game actually finishes with no steals. Namjoon opens up your gift (a KFC-scented fire log) and Jimin and Taehyung choose each other’s only to find out that they both bought Bob Ross Chia Pets. With the game over, your group devolves back into party mingling–Yoongi dozing off on the couch in his new Snuggie, Jimin and Taehyung heading immediately to the dining room to get started on their chia projects, and the rest of you trying to decide which party games you’re going to play as the night goes on.

But when Seokjin stands up, declaring that he’s heading to the kitchen to get a drink for his “fun new mug,” Jungkook jumps to follow him, bringing along the slab of granite with twenty dollars taped to it that he’d opened (“I’m renovating my countertops,” Yoongi had explained).

“Hyung,” Jungkook hisses as Seokjin reaches into the fridge for a beer. “I need that mug.”

Seokjin turns, sizing him up in the glow of the refrigerator. “Then you probably should’ve picked it.”

Jungkook huffs in exasperation before stepping in closer, lowering his voice to a harsh whisper. “Listen, I am trying to propose to Y/N tonight.”

“With a white elephant gift that anyone could’ve gotten?” He clicks his tongue, scolding. “That’s just terrible planning, Jungkookie. And proposing with a mug? A little boring.”

Color rises to Jungkook’s face, giving his cheeks a natural blush. “We were watching reruns of The Office when I kissed her for the first time. And it wasn’t supposed to be a white elephant–you know what? It doesn’t matter at this point. I just need the mug back.”

He reaches for the counter, intending to steal the mug away, but Seokjin gets there first, cradling it to his chest with a pout. “No, it’s mine. I opened it, and I’ve already imprinted–”

“We never should’ve let Y/N show you Twilight. Here, look.” He raises the granite sample and money in his hands, offering it up. “I’ll give you Yoongi’s gift and the gift I was supposed to be giving for the game. You’ll get two.”

Seokjin narrows his eyes in suspicion. “What was your original gift?”

“A travel mug that says, ‘Weird to be the same age as old people.’”

He gets a wrinkled nose in response. “Well I like this one better. The other one calls me old. This one says I’m the best wife ever.”

“Oh my God, hyung. You’re not a wife!”

“I’m not old either!”

Jungkook throws his arms up in frustration, practically launching his hunk of stone across the room. “Then what am I supposed to do? You’re really going to ruin my entire proposal?”

“Hmm.” Seokjin lifts a hand to his chin, the other still clutching the mug to his body. “Thirty-two-race drunk Mario Kart?”

“Hyung.”

“What? You want the mug–this is how you can get it.”

Jungkook scrubs a hand over his face, accepts the inevitable. “Okay, fine. I’ll do it.”

“Hooray!” A clap of his hands as Seokjin practically skips from the kitchen. “I’ll get us set up!”

By the time Jungkook drags his feet into the living room, Seokjin has already gathered a crowd, your friends piling onto the couches and armchairs to watch the upcoming event. Surely they’re expecting a slaughter; Seokjin is notoriously a Mario Kart ace.

“You looking to get drunk, babe?” you ask, settling into the spot next to him on the couch. “There are easier, less humiliating ways, you know.”

He pouts, eyebrows squishing together. “Thanks for the vote of confidence,” he grumbles, immediately forgiving you when you press your lips to his.

“For luck,” you say, giving him one more peck before sitting back to watch Seokjin hand him a controller, shot glass, and bottle of soju.

“Pick your character.” He plops onto Jungkook’s other side, selecting his own racer on the screen.

“Peach? Really?” Namjoon teases.

Seokjin shoots him a look. “I don’t wanna hear that from a basic-ass Mario main.”

Jungkook, meanwhile, chooses Donkey Kong, and loads up the first map, Peach and Donkey Kong lining up in their pink and yellow go-karts at the starting line.

“May the best me win,” Seokjin says, a split second before the light goes green.

He does win the race. And the next one and the next one. And Jungkook is three shots in before he even knows what hit him, fingers wrapped tightly around the controller.

“Not too late to back out, Jungkookie,” Seokjin jests, nudging him in the ribs. “At least leave with your pride intact.”

But before Jungkook can even respond, mouth already half-open in indignation, you wrap a soothing hand around his knee, massaging lightly.

“You've got this, Kook. You can do it.”

The sound of your voice puts him at ease almost instantly, and he ignores Seokjin, loading up the next track. This time, he does his best to relax, letting the feel of your palm siphon away his anxiety.

This is for you. He can do this for you.

The race is close, their cartoon avatars neck-and-neck until Jungkook manages to gain an edge at the very last second and blow through the finish line first.

“Holy shit!” Taehyung exclaims. “The Kart King lost?!”

“Calm down, it's one race,” Seokjin says. But he shifts forward on the couch as he takes his shot of soju, clearly miffed. “We have twenty-eight more to go. I like my odds.”

Seokjin wins the next one again, celebrating with a whoop, but Jungkook goes on a run after that, winning three in a row so they're tied. And once the thirty-second race has been driven, Seokjin has won sixteen, Jungkook has won sixteen, and they've each drunk two bottles of soju apiece.

“TIEBREAKER RACE,” Seokjin slurs, swaying on his feet. He's played the last dozen games standing up, claiming it “helps with the turns,” whatever that means.

“I think you two have had enough,” you say, patting Jungkook lovingly on the arm. “Just call it a tie and leave it there.”

He jerks away, stretching his arm out like he thinks you're going to try and take the controller from him. “No, Y/N! I need that mug!”

Your lips pull down into a frown. “What mug?”

“I think Y/N is right, you guys,” Namjoon chimes in. “You both need some water.”

“Everyone shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep,” grumbles the Snuggie blob.

“ONE MORE RACE!” Seokjin yells, insistent. “FOR IT ALL! FOR THE MUG!”

“Again, what mug?”

But you don't get an answer. Instead, Jungkook shouts, “FINE! RAINBOW ROAD, ASSHOLE!” and everyone's eyes fixate on the screen, eager to find out who will emerge victorious.

Both characters rip off the starting line, Seokjin quickly obtaining a mushroom power-up that gives him a speed boost and comfortable lead. But after Jungkook lucks out on a green shell throw, causing Seokjin to spin out of control, he takes the lead as the first lap ends.

“C’mon, babe!” you cheer, Jimin and Taehyung joining in in their desire to see the Kart King tumbled from his throne.

Jungkook holds his lead for most of the lap, but Seokjin takes it back after a couple more mushroom boosts and a red shell. The final lap is tight, the lead going back and forth and back and forth until all hope seems lost as Seokjin begins to pull away on the last leg…

Only for him to cut the final turn too closely, allowing Jungkook to bump him right over the side of the track and into space before blasting across the finish line.

The room erupts in cheers, Jungkook leaping to his feet with a shout even as Seokjin falls to the floor with a scream of anguish. You stand as well, trying to give your boyfriend a hug, but you’re shocked when he moves away from you instead, preoccupied with something on the dining table.

He crosses the room–dodging Jimin and Taehyung, who are now flossing over Seokjin’s prone body–to grab the “WORLD’S BEST WIFE” mug and triumphantly raise it in the air before stumbling back to where you stand both perplexed and amused by the scene before you.

“This,” he says, clumsily pressing the mug into your hands, “was supposed to be for you.”

“World’s Best Wife?” you ask, heart hiccuping as you begin to have a suspicion. “Like Michael Scott’s mug?”

“Yes!” The word feels heavy moving off of his tongue, and he suddenly regrets not being sober for this. “Because uhhhh…I have this for you, too. Shit, wait.”

He fumbles around his pockets, panicking until he finds the ring, slips it out of his pants, and drops to his knee with a graceless thud.

“Ow, crap. Y/N.” He takes your hand, and in spite of the absurdity of it all, in spite of the fact that part of the room is now fawning over you while the other part is either sleeping or on the floor, you feel tears pricking your eyes.

Really, you couldn’t think of a more perfect scene.

“Y/N,” he begins again–slowly, like his words need to be corralled, “I love you. So much. And I know I may sometimes be forgetful or foolish or careless–sometimes I might accidentally spray wine all over the kitchen or ruin a proposal because I gave Seokjin the wrong present by mistake–but I just…love you.” He blinks, thoughts drifting away from him as the soju continues to take its toll. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what I’m saying is even making sense, but…I find I don’t mind having those moments as long as you’re there with me. I’m fine making a fool out of myself if it’ll make you smile or laugh so…” He hoists the ring up just a little higher, eyes hopeful. “Marry me?”

A leaping sensation takes off behind your ribs as you gasp, “Yes, Jungkook. Of course, yes.”

For someone who’s drunk, he surges back up with incredible speed to capture your mouth in a kiss, dragging your body to his and swaying you side-to-side.

“Congratulations, you two,” Yoongi says through the applause of your friends–even Seokjin managing to clap his hands like a seal from the floor. “Now can I please get some fucking sleep?”

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[delulujuls]

the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess | mv33

summary: one dutchman is a lot so now imagine putting two dutch teenagers in one team and tell them to not kill each other

warnings: car crash, some cussing, (they sometimes can't stay each other but at the end of the day its just them against the world)

pairing: fem!redbulldriver x max verstappen

Max and Y/N had known each other since the times when they still had scrapes on their knees and wobbly milk teeth. They met at a go-kart school - he had a helmet that was much too big for him, she wore a patched jumpsuit from her older brother. Both didn't know exactly what they were doing or what goal they were pursuing; the most important thing was to be the best - for the joy of their parents and an endless supply of sweets.

However, go-karts quickly turned into racing cars and minor races transformed into Formula 1.

All the way to the top, Max and Y/N's relationship was very dynamic. From exchanging candy together after winning the podium, through years of rivalry and mutual dislike. Despite countless arguments and mutual hatred, Y/N always sided with Max and defended him with her always smaller body. She might not like him and get angry with him to the point of turning red, but no one could tease him or raise their voice against him. This applied to both other kids in the paddock and adults, too.

Both Max, Y/N and certainly Jos Verstappen himself probably remember how after one of the collisions at the end of 2008, Max's father went into a pure rage. While young Verstappen could argue and quarrel with anyone, he lost that ability when his father intervened. Seeing tears on the flushed face of the boy, Y/N firmly clenched her fists and stood between the father and son. Jos's voice caught in his throat when the almost half his size eleven-year-old girl looked him in the eyes and said that she wouldn't allow him to shout at Max like that.

Y/N Y/L/N was fearless both on and off the track. And although Jos Verstappen never admitted it, he was impressed by both her skills and incredible courage.

After the years of intense relationship of Max and Y/N, the unbreakable friendship was born when they both joined Christian Horner's team at the age of eighteen. Red Bull had been following their actions for many years, looking forward to taking them under their wings after their promotion to Formula 1. There was no doubt here - Horner had to have these Dutch duo in his team.

The first victories began to come the moment both Y/N and Max realized that they no longer had to compete with each other. When it became clear that they were playing for one goal and that now it was two of them against nine other teams. There was no first or second driver at Red Bull. There was Y/N and Max, Max and Y/N. There were two crazy Dutch teens, who were focused only on the best possible results. Christian never showed favoritism to any of them, because he knew that by doing so he would waste all those difficult months trying to win them over.

The team's tactics were also amazing, because the race strategy was revealed only after the starting signal. There were no plans or schedules, no strict rules. Whoever had better speed and performance in a given race became the leader. This was not subject to any protest or discussion.

Y/N and Max had known each other practically their entire lives. They had been on the same team for over 6 years, and despite Christian's breakneck efforts, there were still days when there were tensions between the pair. Obviously, there is no good relationship without an argument from time to time, but when it came to a Dutch-style quarrel, few preferred to participate.

"Do you have to be so damn stubborn?"

The girl asked, taking off her helmet and balaclava.

"If I hadn't been stubborn, the fucking Haas would have overtaken us at turn eight."

He replied, unplugging his headphones. His tone was still calm, but there was a trace of irritation on his face.

"He would have overtaken us because we were giving him the tunnel, which wouldn't have happened if you had let me through."

Y/N growled. She had no intention of arguing, but the weekend had been hard and she was exhausted. Max's temperament was absolutely unhelpful in this situation.

"I didn't get an order to let you through."

Verstappen responded by wiping his face with a towel.

"You see me in the fucking mirror and you have to wait for an order? Stop talking nonsense, Max."

He sighed and tossed the towel aside.

"Or maybe you were worse than me, hm? Didn't it occur to you that maybe you just fucked up today?"

The girl clenched her jaw. She felt anger begin to rise within her.

"Out of the two of us, you're the one who fucked up today because you acted like a complete idiot!"

Max snorted and tilted his head back. The button that started the argument clicked into place.

"Do you have anything else to say?"

Y/N pressed her tongue against her teeth. She wanted to unleash hell, but she didn't have time for an idiotic argument and to waste her energy on him.

"Fuck you, Max."

The girl growled and grabbed her things, heading deeper into the garage. She didn't feel like being around him, at all.

She unzipped her jumpsuit and grabbed some water, sitting on an empty crate. The situation from the last race kept replaying in her mind, as did his words. Analyzing and cluttering her thoughts was not good, especially when another training session awaited them, and staying focused was crucial.

"I heard some Dutch swearing," Christian started, standing next to her, "Is everything okay?"

The girl just nodded.

"Max just needs to feel at home sometimes"

Christian squeezed her shoulder and patted her on the back.

"Another half an hour and you won't have to look at him for the rest of the day."

Y/N sighed and rubbed her face with her hands. Despite the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she was exhausted. The upcoming Grand Prix was making her sweat a lot.

After a while, she received the order that the car was ready and she could go out on the track. She prepared for the drive and took her place in the car. As she left the garage, she noticed Max, who was also getting ready to start. She showed him the middle finger, to which he, of course, did not remain in debt.

Y/N took her place at the starting line, gripping the steering wheel tightly and focusing on the starting lights. When they went out, she raced with screeching tires and sparks flying. The previous session and Max's words kept playing in her mind. What if he was right? What if she really messed up and was worse than him?

The girl cursed under her breath, aggressively tackling the turns. She wasn't worse than him, she wasn't worse than anyone. She had worked hard for her position and everything she had achieved was well-deserved.

"Max started, in a moment the pit lane will be clear of the last Alpha Tauri and we'll have a complete set. Don't rush, focus on management and dynamics,"

"Do you really think they called me the fearless Dutchess for no reason?"

"Just be careful, Y/N. It's just practice; you don't have to prove anything to anyone."

"I don't have to, but die verdomde idioot maakt me gek."

"I have no idea what you just said but please, focus on driving; everything else is not important."

The girl tightened her grip on the steering wheel and accelerated. Everything else was important because she wasn't worse than anyone. And she would prove it, even if she had to—

Darkness.

Y/N only remembered losing consciousness during the accident. She found out about falling off the track, somersaulting through the gravel and still hitting the metal barriers at 120 kilometers per hour only after the fact.

On the track, only one Red Bull car remained, but Max wasn't focused on driving; he was engrossed with the past argument he got with his friend. However, a voice from the radio snapped him back to reality.

"Y/N had an accident on turn eleven. Be careful on the surface in that area."

"What happened?"

"It's hard to say, but it didn't look good."

Max pressed harder on the gas, wanting to pass the accident site as quickly as possible and ensure the situation was under control. When he saw the wrecked car, smoke billowing and no rescue personnel nearby, Max's adrenaline froze his veins.

He parked his car at a distance from the accident, hastily releasing himself from the safety harness. When he got out of the car and saw the fire, he didn't think too much; he ran towards the friend's car, shouting her name, but there was no response.

Max fought against time. Besides him, there was no one to extinguish the fire and he had no idea what temperature the fuel in the tank was. He quickly pulled Y/N out of the wrecked car and, holding her in his arms, ran towards his own car. Hiding behind it, he laid her on the ground and, as gently as he could, removed her helmet and balaclava. He checked her pulse and fortunately, it was there. The impact force must have caused her to lose consciousness.

After some time, the appropriate services arrived at the scene and an ambulance took the girl to the hospital. Max knowing he couldn't finish the race, jumped into the ambulance and squeezed his friend's hand. He was furious with her, but now all the emotions were overshadowed by concern and fear. He hoped that the accident only looked serious and that she was just bruised. Max would never forgive himself if something happened to her, especially because of some idiotic argument that ultimately had no meaning.

Y/N woke up just before the ambulance reached the hospital. She was surprised to see paramedics around her, even more so by Max's worried face, which, as soon as their eyes met, calmed down a bit.

"I never thought I'd be so happy to look into those deceitful eyes of yours." Verstappen said, smiling and squeezing her hand.

"What happened?"

The girl asked with difficulty. Her throat hurt terribly; the hot smoke and vapors had taken their toll.

"You had an accident and you passed out. We'll be at the hospital soon."

"An accident is an understatement," one of the paramedics interjected, removing her drip from the hanger. "You did a Grosjean from Bahrain 2020."

Y/N blinked a few times, and it took her a moment to connect the dots. Judging by the man's comparison, her accident must have indeed been unpleasant.

"What's the condition of the car?"

"Just needs a wipe," Max said, smiling.

The girl rolled her eyes at her friend's words, but started coughing. She quickly put her oxygen mask back on.

"Don't worry about the car," Max said, still keeping her hand between his, "The most important thing is that you came back to us."

"At what cost? At least, being unconscious meant I didn't have to look at you."

Y/N said sarcastically, but she smiled. Everything hurt terribly, but she was grateful that, after this whole situation, she could see a familiar face. Even though it was red and sweaty from the race, it had a genuine smile and tenderness in his eyes.

"I guess she's fine, gentlemen. You can take her back to the track; she'll be able to finish the race for sure," Max said loudly, turning around. Y/N laughed quietly at his words and he returned her smile, squeezing her hand tighter.

The girl didn't realize that the fucking idiot sitting next to her was not just her friend, occasional rival and someone she sometimes wanted to tear apart. Max Verstappen, the mad Dutchman, turned into her guardian angel that evening. And she, the fearless Dutchess, started falling in love with him.

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[tichiox1]

Nsfw headcanons for bill in like 2008/2009 when he had his big poofy black hair?

Thank you so much for requesting!! Also sorry if this is not good it's really rushed :'(( but i tried my best i only did this in the span of an hour -

Also thank you so much to the people who has requested to me!!Don't worry i am doing it all rn also if i don't reply or answer the request i want to write it first before i reply so don't worry i see it !!

Also this is ass i don't know what i was doing ngl

Word count : 414 (i lowkey don't know i just guessed)

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Bill kaulitz☆

☆--He likes getting his haired pulled , when you two make out he groans or gasp every time you pull his hair.("Agh~mph do that again" )

☆--He doesn't mind bottoming or being a top like i said he's switch but leaning more towards top.

☆--Dirty talk like alot of it (Bro won't shut up).

☆--When he eats you out , his tongue piercing hits your clit .

☆--He's really good with his tongue and hands like really good with it even with nothing else he can make you cum just by that.

☆--His hands are more on the slender side not that thick but very long .

☆--Whenever he fingers you he likes to lick his fingers first while looking at you before he inserts it in you.

☆--Doggy style but also missionary position , but he like missionary more because he likes seeing you and the faces you make.

☆--He cannot keep his hands to himself , he just grabs what ever he can , (your hair , ass , basically anything).

☆--he really likes going down on you .

☆--He's really kinky , He pretty much uses anything that can restrain you , like random ropes to tie you to the bed frame .

☆--Whenever he's sexually frustrated he's really touchy , like random kisses and basically anything to indicate that he's horny.

☆--He's not scared to be loud , he doesn't care if anyone hears you two (He thinks it's hot if someone does hear the two of you).

☆--He's more of a giver than a receiver , he prefers to make you feel good but he wants the both of you to enjoy it .

☆--This man will grab your hips till it bleeds or leave marks (his finger nails are slightly long but not that long).

☆--Whenever you two make out he likes to lift up your legs slightly and hold your knees too and he wraps it around his waist.

☆--when you two make out he likes to grab your ass and his hands basically has a mind of it's own because it always wanders all around your body.

☆--He likes giving hickeys , he likes the way it shows the next day or after you two do it so people know you're his and you're taken (He doesn't want you to cover them).

☆--He grits his teeth or bite his lips when he wants to moan so it will only come out muffled , (he does that so he can hear you better).

☆--When you try to keep quite he'll say "What's wrong sweetheart?" in a mocking worried way after he says that he'll fuck you harder to make you scream.

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Hope you guys like it im still working on my smut skills so sorry if this is bad

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