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dr3comebackera · 2 months

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i always try to give kudos when i’m re-reading fic i really like. because, hey, maybe i forgot to click it the first time (sometimes i did)! but also i wish i could give kudos on every chapter or like once every 30 days lol.

#currently thinking this while rereading fav daniel fics #they’re just all so good and so entertaining!!#daniel ricciardo #maxiel #daniel/anyone really #plus daniel centric gen fic #(icarus my beloved!!!!)#i’m trying to leave comments more too tho!

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bonkalore · 5 months

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So the scepter here is what makes you Primus, who is in charge of all of the magic world basically... and is also the key to opening the coffer to the rest of the Dread magic that Jayce has been trying to get this entire time. He thought it was something he could start "a new Golden Age of Magic" with, but eventually realized it would only do more harm than good and now is out of plans as he's being torn apart from the Dread.

In the AU towards the end of the story, he and Lucy got the scepter together but he's the one that technically got it, even tho he gave it to Lucy so she could become Primus and avoid further temptation.

So during Lucy's coronation, the scepter ends up shooting across the room into his hands in the audience bc he's the actual owner. This isn't just his nerves about becoming Primus instead and is FAR, far worst unfortunately... Apocalyptically bad even! 8')

Was everything he had wanted before and now it's a literal nightmare.

(Also "Everything You Ever" from Dr. Horrible's Sing-ALong Blog is very fitting for this part whoops.)

#Daniel Spellbound #Jayce Chinda #Lucy Santana #monster transformation #Bleeding Magic AU #the scepter thing is actually a concept from the original but I changed the design of it and how it all works lol #they didn't have a coronation in the show but I'm having one lol #so I can fuck everything up I guess lol #feel bad bc everyone is dressed so nice and then the climax of the story happens lmao #at this point this really could be an original but I'm having too much fun playing with the dolls as is for now so whatever #demon #my art #you know it's bad when the guy who never cries in front of anyone starts openly sobbing in front of a crowd

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it-wasntaphase · 4 months

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i’m gonna need at least one more episode of this unhinged trombone game because i cannot rest until i know the baboon lore

#imagine anyone who isn’t a d&p fan reading this #but really what is the deal with baboons #i have an irrational fear of baboons #amazingphil #dan and phil #daniel howell #danisnotonfire #dapg #dapgames #phan #phil lester

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lookismfanfics · 1 year

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𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 ♡︎

Daniel is over the moon; he’s finally elicited a smile from you. (Y/N)… closed off and reserved, and yet so intriguing. From the start he knew he wanted to see you crack a smile, even if it was just once. And now here you are, smiling at him with unfiltered sincerity. Your expression alone is enough to make him want to crumble to the ground… but now what’s with your hand ruffling his hair? Affectionately?

Yes please. Daniel is swooning hard.

#I’m trying to release content while I work on things 😭#Just struggling over here don’t mind me #You and Danny probs getting steamy #Ooooh #jokes I never said that~#Daniel Park #Daniel Park x Reader #GN reader #GN Y/N #lookism #Daniel Park x GN Reader #Daniel Park x Fem reader #Daniel Park x Male reader #Lookism x reader #Here…accept this my loyal followers #I’m sorry if I let anyone down :D #Not really actually-

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rainymoodlet · 10 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Y'ALL THIS ONE HAD ME SCREAMING. I admittedly played around with the contexts of my original playthroughs of these convos: they all happened at the dinner party, not throughout the night. But when Daniel went and apologized to Julien, the Attractiveness Alerts were through the roof, and he seemed to be barely capable of handling himself! He was so struck by the thought of kissing this absolute cherub of a man that it popped up as a Whim and in his Grab Bag of socials!

Also yes I am biased but it is incredibly hot when he flattens his voice to make a point. 🫣

And with that, we are finally at the end of the Dinner Party's one-on-ones! Hopefully with this peek into their interactions, we'll all understand the decisions Daniel makes at the upcoming Rose Ceremony... Stay tuned! We'll check in with our Bachelor just after this!

@morrigan-sims

[ Part 28/30 ] 🌹

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #julien west by morrigan-sims #||#i could lay down on the floor for three hundred years. they are done. this is the last one-on-one scene. it is done.#we have an interview with dan courtesy of my darling maria and then a transition post and then... (SOB) rose ceremony :')#i am so not ready to say goodbye to anyone. while i am ready to not have to wrangle 21 sims (which was still fun as hell autonomously)#i will miss my seven departing sims so much ;o;#i hope you guys are excited!!!#i thank you all for the patience to explore these scenes with me dfkhdkfs #we boutta get into the MEATS #i hope jules comes through here :') he really is so preciously sweet #and i know dan talked a lot but julien tends to do most of the listening with him its precious #there are some dynamics where dan will sit and listen as the other takes control of the autonomously generated convo #and other times dan talks and talks and talks and the contestants just :)))) at him the whole time dsfkjdhsf #this is one of the latter fdjhk bless #also DAN TIDDIES DAN TIDDIES

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lover-of-mine · 7 months

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That one gifset got me thinking, so what's your opinion on Buck wearing pink? I've noticed he's worn it most around the Diaz boys, but never around a canon love interest 👀

Honestly, pink seems to be about conflict and family? Obviously, the first example anyone will think of Buck in pink is the tsunami. Which is a major family moment since it's canonically the moment Buck realizes exactly how much and in which way he loves Chris but it does ultimately lead to a near-death experience.

But other moments he's wearing pink are: May's graduation party and the moments we see him talking there, he's with Chris and apologizing to Bobby about the train, so he's with his kid and clearing the air with his father figure (wonder if the pink and yellow combo for Buck and Chris means something tho).

Also, Buck talking Eddie down after the skateboard thing and Chris calling him a liar, so parenting issue.

When he's talking to Albert about Veronica and accepting there's nothing he can do about it. Considering Jee, Albert is family in a more traditional way, they are bound by a blood relative, so family.

When Chim comes to tell him about the accident with Jee and why Maddie ran and finds out Buck knew and Chim is for all intents and purposes is his brother-in-law.

So, from the knowledge I gathered by putting the whole show in 12x speed to find every instance he's wearing green, I would reasonably say pink is his conflict in the family color.

#sorry this one is more about family than romance #and definitely not a diaz color sorry #911 meta #since when do i do clothing metas lol #does anyone wants to talk about the burnt orange because i also noticed he's wearing burnt orange when he meets the lawyer #i forgot his name but the lawsuit era starts with him in burnt orange #hes doing therapy in burnt orange #he finds out about daniel and baby proofs madneys apartment in burnt orange #it's also the color hes wearing on that lunch he has with taylor on that episode about sue that's the first 'date' we see of them #the color he finds out about the will #and his first date with natalia #very interesting scenes to be bound by a color yk #anyway this is about pink #pink is family sokaoskaoskas #buck #i really need a tag for asks #anon 😌#im off to bed now #i turned my computer on for screenshots lol

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danielverstappen · 7 months

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I totally get people not liking drivers or not liking them as much as they used to for whatever reason, but if that reason is that he’s too old to act the way he does or if his age is a general reason for whatever opinion you might have..that just makes me sad. I thought the whole point of life was to grow up and keep enjoying life. Do we sign our own obituaries at 30?

#yes this is about daniel #it just makes me so sad to see people not liking him for reasons that are human #he’s too much #he acts like a kid #he smiles too much #wtf?#if you ask me he’s literally the most human out of all the drivers and has been through some real shit #and now he’s being made fun of for putting in the work? and trying to achieve his goals? and ENJOYING LIFE?#i really don’t mean to call anyone out i’m just in my feelings and growing up is scary #daniel ricciardo #formula 1

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sundrownsthehouse · 6 months

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Can you read my mind? I've been watching you (Part I of III)

Find it here on AO3 (I much prefer the formatting there)

Pairing: Matty/George

Summary: Matty's bored. He decides to make it everyone's problem.

(AKA a fic about that unhinged video of Matty gagging on his own fingers.)

Words: ~2k

Rating: E

Matty was bored.

Supremely, mind-numbingly bored. The kind of bored that had him antsy, doom scrolling through his socials, picking at his clothes, and bouncing his legs, unable to sit still— that had him searching for any kind of stimulation. It was the kind of bored that tended to drive him to irritate the fuck out of everyone else in his immediate vicinity. For all the years he’d spent touring the world, he had never quite figured out how to pass the time during a flight if he wasn’t throwing back Ativan like tic tiacs.

Those were the days, he thought grimly.

Shifting uncomfortably in the reclined leather seat, Matty craned his neck to peek at the others. From the dim glow of the track lights running down the center aisle of the plane he could just make out their sleeping forms bundled in thin, threadbare blankets. They’d been going non-stop, and their schedule was so tight that the red-eye was probably the only opportunity any of them would have to get some rest before they were whisked off to the next show. Luckily, Jamie had managed to book a long-hauler equipped with sleeper seats, not that it was doing Matty any good. He eyed Adam snoring peacefully into his pillow across the aisle with envy; if fucking only. Checking the time on his phone he sighed aloud, running a hand down his face. They had hours to go before they landed in Honolulu, and Matty simply could. Not. Sit. Still.

He was on edge, and truthfully, rather miffed. George had rejected every advance he’d made in the last 48 hours, and it was driving him to distraction.

This thing they had between them was still new, still undefined, but God, if it wasn’t all Matty could think about. It had started out innocently enough— a clumsy, tequila-induced fumble after a show a few weeks back— but from there quickly spiraled into the two of them sneaking around, unable to stop themselves from crashing into each other over and over (and over) again. Sex with George was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. There was something profound about it, something deeply intimate and dirty and right and—

Matty exhaled shakily, vision softening as his mind wandered back to the hotel room in Chicago. The tactile memory of George’s massive hands all over his body— gripping his hair, stroking his sweat-slick skin, squeezing his cock— evoked a sharp flash of desire that surged through his chest and settled low in his groin. He bit the inside of his cheek remembering the way George had fucked him into the mattress, thrusting so deep inside him that he’d seen stars as tears of pleasure pricked at the corners of his eyes.

So he was a little infatuated; sue him. He couldn’t help it if now that he’d had a taste, he could never get enough. And as far as Matty was concerned, they had decades of catching up to do.

George was cautious; he didn’t want anyone to know just yet, and went to great lengths to cover their tracks, intent on remaining inconspicuous. Whatever this development in their relationship was, it would surely have an effect on the band. On the music. Maybe. They weren’t quite sure what it all meant yet, so he didn’t want to broach the subject with the others unless they had to— and that was just the kind of reasonable, level-headed logic that Matty couldn’t be arsed with.

A small movement from the corner of Matty’s eye caught his attention. Two rows down and across the aisle, one of the blanketed heaps— the largest— shifted and turned on its side, searching in vain for a more comfortable position.

He really couldn’t help himself.

M: you up?

Nestled back in his seat, he watched the blue light of George’s phone silently illuminate the ceiling of the plane. The reply came immediately:

G: no

Matty smirked. George was protective of his sleep, and a mardy fucker if you dared disturb him, but that was a chance he was willing to take— damn the consequences. He took another cursory glance around the cabin.

M: meet me in the bathroom? G: why would i meet you in the bathroom? M: everyone’s asleep…

Matty popped his head into the aisle to spy George sitting up, blanket shrugged off his chest, his fingers flying across the screen.

G: you’re joking M: not G: are you mental?? M: obviously ;)

He thought he could make out the faint sound of George snorting over the steady thrum of the plane, but he couldn’t be sure. His phone vibrated.

G: thanks but no thanks love x

Matty frowned.

Not here. Not now. That was all George had to say to him for the last two days. They were booked tight with back-to-back shows, and when they weren’t traveling or performing they were inundated with endless press, leaving precious little downtime— which would’ve been just fine had George been capable of keeping his hands to himself.

Whether it was an innocently placed hand on the small of his back, an arm slung around his neck, or a teasing brush against the curve of his arse, George took every opportunity to rile Matty up, smirking with satisfaction whenever he managed to make him stutter or lose his train of thought. They’d always been physically affectionate, but it was undeniably different now; there was something like ownership in George’s touch, and it made Matty shiver. Not to mention the way that George looked at him when he thought no one would notice. Matty’s knees went weak each time he caught George’s heated gaze raking lazily over his body from across the room. He looked at Matty as though he were something indecent.

The unspoken tension between them had grown so unbearable that on more than one occasion, Matty had dragged him toward an empty closet or dressing room out of sheer desperation, only to be met with the same measured response:

Not here. Not now. Be patient.

Matty was sick of being patient. He wanted George to shove him up against the wall of the dodgy airplane bathroom already and fuck him until he couldn’t see straight. Dignity be damned.

The drive to the airport was the final straw. In the dark back seat of the Sprinter Matty held his breath in silent shock as George’s hand crept up his inner thigh to slowly massage his cock through his jeans, like a horny fucking teenager. He had to bite his tongue (literally) to keep from making some horribly pathetic sound whilst George carried on a full conversation with Adam and Ross, the passing street lights illuminating the small smile ghosting his lips. It was torture. George was playing with him, seemed to be doing everything in his power to make Matty’s life hell, and to top it all off, he was enjoying it.

For all his kumbaya, inner peace, yoga-loving-meditation bullshit, George was a control freak. It was in the way he would obsess over a piece of music until it was perfect, bending pitch and beat and melody to his whim until it pleased him. It was the subtle change in his demeanor when he was behind the kit in a live show, driving the pace of the entire performance, knowing that the fate of it all rests with him. And it was never more obvious than when they were tangled together, their bodies flushed with exertion as they gave in to twenty-odd years of repressed desire. George was sweet, kind, and deeply tender; he was also impatient, possessive, and exacting. He hid it well, but beneath his placid smile and gentle bearing, there was a quiet hunger in George that demanded to be fed. Matty found himself utterly intoxicated by the contradiction of it.

Though Matty reckoned that he at least gave as good as he got; figuring out how to provoke George had very recently become his latest obsession. Maybe it stemmed from the boyish competitiveness of their school years, some childhood dynamic they never really outgrew as men. In any case, knowing how to turn George on was its own kind of power. Besides, he’d never been too proud to beg.

M: please. need you. M: i’m desperate ok? M: i’ll be so quiet, no one will know M: pleasepleaseplease

A minute passed. No response.

Dejected, Matty peeked down the aisle and nearly jumped out of his skin. George was staring back at him, his expression carefully composed, dark eyes glittering with an unspoken warning in the low light. He merely shook his head once, subtly, but the message was loud and clear. No.

Gritting his teeth, Matty flung himself back in his seat like a petulant child. He checked the time again, running through the math in his head; they still had six hours to go before they landed in Hawaii. He was going to lose his mind on this aluminum death trap hurdling through the sky, and he was going to make it everyone’s problem.

With that thought a ridiculous idea crossed his mind. It was impulsive, completely outrageous, even for him— and that really was saying something— but the more Matty considered it, the more amusing it became. It was a little out of pocket, sure, but then again, that was sort of his brand these days, wasn’t it? He lifted his phone, opened his front-facing camera, and pressed record.

Peering at the screen, he reckoned that he didn’t look half-bad. Clearly tired and a little ragged, but in a sexy, disheveled sort of way. His hair was a nightmare, and he briefly tried to fix it before accepting that it was probably futile, giving up entirely. That wasn’t the point, anyway. Staring down the lens with heavy, hooded eyes, Matty let his mouth fall open gently as he brought his fingers to his lips, embracing the thrill of arousal that snaked up his spine from the boldness of what he was about to do.

Before he could talk himself out of it he opened wider, guiding three of his fingers back, back, back until they filled his mouth to the middle knuckle, forcing him to breathe through his nose. He pressed down on his tongue ever so slightly, reveling in the feeling— it was probably the cigarettes, but he’d always had a bit of an oral fixation. The fullness made him think about George’s cock, thick and heavy, stretching him to his limit because George was big, and fuck if Matty didn’t love the way he made his jaw ache. He shuddered, eyes rolling back as he lost himself to the image of George standing over him, a tight fist in his hair, groaning at the silky heat of Matty’s mouth. Spurred on by the fantasy, Matty shoved his hand further until his eyes began to water, brow furrowing at the intrusion.

When the tip of his middle finger brushed the back of his throat he gagged harshly, jerking in his seat; the sudden movement made him groan. He didn’t particularly care if anyone could hear it.

Chest heaving from the effort, Matty removed his wet fingers from mouth, saliva dragging across his chin. He stopped the video. Watched it back. Turned the sound off and added some heavy track with a slamming beat and a grungy guitar.

And hit post.

The plane shook as it passed through an air pocket. Matty gripped the armrests of his seat, uneasy, his heart hammering in his chest. It had little to do with the turbulence.

In the moment, the video seemed like a good idea; now, he wasn’t so sure. Could he get canceled for this? He wanted to scoff at the thought, but a tiny seed of doubt had taken hold in the back of his mind as the notifications continued to roll in at a relentless pace. Most of them were inconsequential. Only one actually mattered.

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#the 1975 #matty healy #george daniel #matty x george #george daniel fic #matty healy fic #the 1975 fic #adam hann #cyrmm #I wasn't going to post this yet #but I really feel I need to so I stop editing it #I'm sorry I'm so slow #but I'm actually very proud of this and the next part #and I'd love to hear if anyone enjoys it #gatty

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chxrryrose · 6 months

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a long completely unnecessary commentary on daniels latest podcast/interview controversy if you’re interested in reading and got nothing better to do on a wednesday afternoon like me with my cold🙃

the thing with daniel that i’ve noticed since being a fan is he stays very neutral on pretty much every topic or he only speaks out/acts when it’s ’socially appropriate’ (e.g taking the knee with most of the grid, writing a diary on racism during the height of the BLM movement in 2020) imo it’s a mixture of avoiding topics that are ‘controversial’ or ‘divisive’ - issues like human rights shouldn’t be viewed like this but that’s a whole other conversation - for the sake of keeping his good PR and just not being educated on a lot of things because he doesn’t have to be (see this privileged rich white man syndrome in full display in the infamous 2021 ‘the news isn’t my vibe’ interview)

neutrality is choosing the side of the oppressor and silence is complacency. don’t put yourself in situations where you “have to” (he doesn’t have to it’s a choice) awkwardly laugh off misogynistic jokes because you don’t know what to say? are scared to say something? don’t care enough to say anything? like no one’s saying anyone has to be the know it all on all human rights issues to ever exist but stuff like this is so painfully basic to know - ‘wow misogynistic jokes contribute to a wider harmful stereotype of women let’s not do that’ - and not engage in that behaviour. it is disappointing how silent he (and many other drivers) are on a whole host of issues especially when it’s an issue on their front doorstep like the treatment of women in motorsports. at the end of the day we don’t know daniel, or any of these drivers, we don’t know what they’re actually like in their real lives but, if this behaviour is anything to go by, it’s definitely indicating the type to not call their friends out when they make certain jokes or comments which is very harmful and just not okay or justifiable on any level.

and yes it is probably stupid to be disappointed in a celebrity you don’t know, but when you support someone, root for them for years etc etc you can’t help but feel that way i guess🤷🏼‍♀️

#disappointed? yes #surprised? unfortunately not #but also some people’s reactions are terribly over the top #also this is terribly worded my apologies to anyone who actually bothers to read it💀#just felt like getting it off my chest and no one i know really likes f1 so here is where all my thought processes shall stay😂#daniel ricciardo

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