I’m doing a press conference binge and I just watched misano 2018 and it was basically just couples counciling for rosquez with Marc looking like he’s about to cry. And during this binge I have discovered Marc has zero poker face like it was not existent even before sepang 2015 but like the micro expressions that escape him are amazing like I think it was COTA 2017 vale was talking about how zarco was aggresive and so on and so on and Marc’s just there with a raised eyebrow being like fr like he had no chill and no poker face like before sepang 2015 the poker face wasn’t needed it just meant that everyone everywhere was aware that he was just lovesick for vale but post sepang he’s just micro expressions all over the place and really fake smiles just like I’m totally fine this is my normal state of being.
a list of gifsets of marc having emotions and/or absolutely no poker face. love a man trying really hard to suppress his emotions and often failing! no notes. fellow capricorn moons rise up.
austin 2017: radical acts of malicious faggotry (eyebrow raise)
phillip island disqualification 2013. girl is hanging on to his mature-for-his-age persona with his fingernails lmaooo
sepang 2015: we've all seen them. the confused smile. the glance at jorge to see what he thinks is happening. the disbelieved blinking. the dawning realization vale isnt joking, and then his whole face just kind of. sets. freezes on a smile you can tell isnt real. lets all hold hands and take another look together. dishonorable mention to immediately post presscon where he is a hot girl in DISTRESS and it makes me feel physically ill and actually sick
vale category!!! this fucking face journey in 2017. hello. embarassing. also embarrassing. in the less fun side theres the horrific, self-aware little laugh in qatar this year when they make him choose between vale and jorge PLUS his reaction (one word little answers) when max verstappen brought up vale's move to car racing
we should also never forget! that marc is a canonical CRIER, which i LOVE. homie has cried on the podium and post race for sachsenring 2021 yes, but also in his documentary, and leaving honda (a LOT) like he WILL cry he cant keep that in at ALL
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I've seen things after SOTUS extreme actor harassment, I've been here through BMF "hate watching flashmob" and you know what, this year I will actually stop tolerating BL fans (at least on tumblr) who don't even have the decency to just ignore things they don't like and who think bullying someone is a good fandom sport, and start calling out. No matter if you believe clickbaits or you're a proud member of celebrity witchhunt or just don't believe people and situations can change, whatever, I really don't want to see KristSingto hate if - when - they will come back with another BL series.
Peraya fans have been waiting and hoping for KristSingto reunion for years, they wanted it themselves for so long as well, and we've unfortunately encountered way too many people who don't use their braincells and who encourage others to follow their footsteps when making derogatory comments about (mainly) Krist or Singto who they don't even know about, or their shows. For years. Some even go to talk shit and laugh right at his face. What the hell.
Maybe don't ruin someone else's parade and don't turn a nice community lake into a swamp. If you consider yourself a good person who can have an opinion "I just don't vibe with this person/show", watch it unbiased, be open minded and if you don't have a full picture, ask fans of the actual story or do research and read proper compilations about him instead of blindly stacking your opinions on repeated echoed insults from yt and tiktok. And if you aren't willing to be open minded and rational, well, let the fans celebrate and stick quietly to your swamp.
It's really no fun to gather around to discuss something and slip on poop piles thrown around for no reason. What happened to civil discussions?
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Home sweet home [Trazyn/Orikan snippet]
(Working on a full version of this necrontyr Trazyn/Orikan request from @beril66 from some weeks ago. This is a snippet near the very beginning of the fic. Trazyn accepts Orikan's invitation to visit his private sanctum, under the condition he refrain from touching things without permission; given that they're flirting shamelessly before they've had the chance to sit down, you can see where this will end. 😂
Fic will be NSFW but this snippet isn't. Just two wise men having a wander.)
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"By the gods." Trazyn exclaimed in a whisper as they stepped past the door. "What is that?"
So Sannet had kept his secret, after all. Orikan was pleased. "It is the void, my lord."
"Over Mandragora?"
Orikan nodded. Trazyn had little choice but to accept it for the time being, but through the initial minutes of their entry he kept glancing up in disbelief. After all, despite the cryptek's claims, this void contained absolutely nothing of the Mandragoran skyscape.
The sanctum was about the size of a banquet-hall. Shelves and desks partitioned out each section, and the boundaries of the room's ceiling melted permanently outwards to a night sky swirling with stars. Since Trazyn had seen the tower building was domed, sealed over in other words, this was unusual; what was more, the skies over Mandragora were hazy at this time of year, whereas the sanctum's void was as clear as nowhere on the planet was. The works of sandstorms, towering industrial complexes, and falling stars did not exist in this place. Frozen in time, the mastery of chronomancers.
"Please come in. There's so much more to see."
Trazyn's cane clicked softly on the ground. Orikan lit a gauss-lamp and slipped his hand into the lord's. Save for starlight that was the only sort of illumination in the sanctum, glowing from standing braziers and orbucula studded along the walls, tinting everything viridian.
Laid out on a platform were several pieces of sempiternal weave, given to me by the Ogdobekh to examine, lord archivist. Lining the shelves were the tomes Orikan had collected over a lifetime of learning, including the ones recently gifted to him by Trazyn, copied in the archivist's own exquisite hand. Small elaborate glassworks dotted one cabinet, each refracting trapped light into infinite pools, hints of his interest in plasmancy. Trazyn rather thought they resembled Orikan's eyes. "Green they are, as green as spring, yet simmering with the void's furnace. They seem to me the way you gazed when we were met for the first time."
"Really?"
Orikan looked askance at him, somewhere between startled and smiling. It was not generally accurate to claim the Diviner saw anybody, for his eyes held the emptiness of oracles, forever unfocused and unbound to present realities. Most necrontyr lords felt this to be unbearably insolent (one of the many reasons why chronomancers went veiled) so for an overlord to remark on it fondly was a change. "I confess I'm skeptical they seemed like anything, since I was under my veil at the time."
"Now the master doth protest too much," Trazyn sighed in mock-aggravation, much to the Diviner's delight. "I still saw you, Orikan, we were many days at Gheden together. Do you not recall the tea-breaks, those long recesses, the banquets we the Nihilakh threw in honour of our guests? You had to lift the cloth sometime."
Orikan stifled a laugh. In those days he'd been an untiled cryptek, and Trazyn a young brash lord of Gheden, and they had probably spent more time being scolded by their respective dynasties than talking to one another. Still, they'd made an impression. "But then it isn't right to say it was the first time, would it?"
They moved further into the sanctum. Homelike objects began to appear, tea-things and cushions and robes hanging against the wall, and Trazyn surveyed each aspect with a different kind of fascination than before. "Whether it was or wasn't, it was enough times to promote your starlit eyes to truth. You look at me perfectly well nowadays, I've years of empirical evidence to prove it." He glanced back, fondly exasperated. "For the love of the solar gods, Orikan, would you rather I said they were dull?"
In other words: it's a compliment, dear one, learn to take it. The astromancer thought that was fair. "I suppose not, my lord."
"Trazyn." The archivist turned fully to face him, their hands still joined in the middle. Already his flesh burned with want. "You know you may call me Trazyn, like before. I'd rather gotten used to it."
Orikan smiled playfully. "Lord."
At that the archivist broke his word and drew the cryptek into an embrace, kissing him fiercely at once. Orikan allowed it, for as far as silencing methods went, he enjoyed this one greatly. With that they established that the rules were malleable that night, and that with a little patience and creativity, something wonderful might come of it.
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