#[ listen i eat that shit up ]

[tiredwishes]

how has no one written the fic where oscar finds out lando not only held checo up cooled his tyres which helped oscar's race out BUT ALSO climbed eleven whole places AND oscar's deliciously adrenaline high off his win, so when he finally gets back to the hotel and sees his beautiful, gorgeous, perfect boyfriend waiting for him, all he wants to show lando is how proud and grateful he is.......

"Oh hello," Lando's voice washes over Oscar the second the hotel door shuts behind him. "Welcome back, two-time race winner."

He's sitting on the edge of the bed, their bed, bundled up in one of Oscar's hoodies that hangs off his frame just slightly. Phone tossed to the side, Lando beams across the room at him through damp curls, and Oscar feels his heart stutter.

God, he's beautiful. Oscar watches as his boyfriend moves to his feet, to him. Lando stops infront of Oscar, eyes impossibly bright through his lashes.

Oscar inhales sharply, and all he breathes is the familiar notes of Lando.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Lando frowns, "Tell you what?"

"That you-" Oscar splutters, because how is he supposed to be normal about this? "That you covered Checo off with the undercut. That you protected your own race even when doing so. That you drove so well."

"Oh."

Lando blinks, clearly not expecting all of that. He stares up at Oscar, two figures in the hallway, the lingering scent of champagne slowly intertwining with bergamot shampoo.

"It's not that big of a deal." Lando shrugs, before whispering with the smile he's only ever had for Oscar. "Osc, you won."

At his words, Oscar stares at his boyfriend like he's grown a second head. "I couldn't have done it without you."

"Yes, you could." Lando's face scrunches in protest. "I saw your overtake on Charles, and your defence after was spectacular. He never would've gotten through. You would've won even without me."

It makes Oscar want to scream. Because his incredibly talented boyfriend, who out-performed what everyone thought was possible, would use every breath in his body to defend Oscar's skill, only to not save anything for himself. The thought of it pains Oscar so terribly.

Oscar pushes back. "I might not have. Charles fought strongly, and Checo would have been a lot closer if you hadn't held him off."

"Still," Lando says stubbornly, refuses to budge. "You would've won anyway."

"Not without you."

"Even without me."

"Nope."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes- Why are you fighting me on this?" Lando snaps, crossing one hoodie-clad arm over the other. It shouldn't be as endearing as it is. Oscar shouldn't be finding it this hot.

The glare he's giving Oscar makes him want to kiss him senseless, amongst other things. Oscar looks into Lando's sea glass eyes, and all he does is want.

"Because," Oscar says plainly, stepping into his boyfriend's space. Lando's sharp intake of air goes straight to his core. "I need you to know how I could not have done this without you. I need you to know how your race was absolutely bloody brilliant, it was fucking hot. I need you to know how much I care about this, about you."

Oscar's hands fall to the sides of Lando's waist, and all it takes is a singular, fluid motion for their bodies to be pressed together. Lando lets out a squeak of surprise, the tips of his ears turning pink.

"And it really fucking kills me that you don't think the same about yourself, you know that?" Oscar continues, despite their lips being inches apart. "Eleven fucking places, Lando. And nevermind that, you won't even let me tell you how proud I am or otherwise."

Lando's flushed brilliantly, and Oscar smiles slowly at the sight. Then he leans in, and Lando lets his eyes flutter shut, waits for his boyfriend's next move.

Only, Oscar's not quite done.

"So I guess I have no choice but to show you." Oscar murmurs next to his ear, it takes him by surprise. Lando jumps, eyes flying open. Oscar's breath is hot, starved, it sends shivers down his spine. "I don't think I've thanked you properly yet."

His thigh presses between Lando's legs. The sudden unexpected pressure has Lando reeling. At his boyfriend's whine, Oscar pulls back. Lando's eyes are blown wide, and they meet Oscar's, dark and wanting.

"Please," Lando nods desperately. He whispers, begging. "Please."

With a smirk, Oscar sinks to his knees.

[sprimpfriedrice]

White dungeon meshi fans sound like this to me:

It's extremely fascinating and frightening to me how hateful some of you people are towards shuro, a man who is clearly depicted as japanese, (a man who could look like me or literally any member of my family in real life) for being a normal, complex, and flawed human being.

Why do you single him out for getting frustrated with and mad at laios when chilchuck and marcille do the same literally all the time? What's the difference between them and shuro?

Why do you feel the unnecessary need to protect these white women from a japanese man?

Do you expect that this japanese man is inherently going to have some kind of ugly negative quality that has not been once hinted at canonically? Do you know what that's called? Because i do and it's fucking racism.

You people get scared the moment a character that is a person of color isnt a quiet little model minority or a sweet mammy archetype. You grasp at your pearls the moment they are revealed to have complex personalities and histories; when they feel negative, big emotions that are literally part of the human experience. Or god forbid, when they show romantic interest in a pure, helpless, little white woman.

And when a person of color stops behaving good and docile the way you want, when they decide that theyre not going to put up with a situation that makes them uncomfortable or miserable or RIGHTEOUSLY FURIOUS, they become the bad guy. As seen countless times in the medias demonizing depiction of the Black Lives Matter protests and even of black people who get punished for just living their lives. It happens so often i shouldnt have to reiterate it to you but it somehow keeps flying over your head.

And when that dirty, conniving, perverted, slant eyed, buck toothed, stumpy little japanese man understandably snaps at the white person you guys are projecting onto and all you see is this:

So dont be surprised when i say that id rather kill myself than entrust the safety of my oldest aunts and uncles or my youngest cousins with any of you who act like this. Im terrified of what could have happened if people like you worked at the facility that my great grandmother lived out her final years in. Would you have seen her as a wild animal that needed to be subdued too when she had one of her many dementia-induced violent episode?

I will not apologize for saying that i find it deeply disconcerting to see so many of you happily posting hateful vitriol or even about committing acts of violence against a man that looks like me, solely because he was experiencing his humanity

[sea-jello]

hong kong miku,,,

[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

ok ok ok listen listen I know I KNOW we’re all used to it by now—I know they’ve been vibing for a good bit now—but I still have to take a moment to look at these two dumbasses, and just acknowledge how much and how incredibly their dynamic has evolved.

Look at Tarvek’s expression. Fucking Look at him. He’s being a shit and he KNOWS it.

The fact that he can lean into Gil’s comments about his family and quip back with so much ease is just. It’s suddenly hitting me for some reason, because there was absolutely a time where a comment like that would have made Tarvek bristle, and jump to just as quickly point out flaws in the wulfenbach empire… but now? Now he and Gil are so at ease with each other that comments like that aren’t personal, and any threats between them hold zero weight. Now he can fully indulge in the impish, smug delight of still being a nuisance to the empire without worrying about setting Gil off. He’s able to join everyone else in taking the piss out of his family, and comfortable enough around Gil to know that, even coming from the weasels den, they’re friends enough that Gil wouldn’t ever get rid of him. (And further, went through ridiculous ordeals to rescue him. Twice.)

But point is, he can be as annoying as he wants. Even Gil’s expression here is more put upon and “what else did I expect” than anything close to real anger, and I just!! Them!! They’re joking and teasing and there’s no stakes and no tension whatsoever, (the only tension that’s feasibly left between them is the question of “in the end, who’s actually gonna rule next” and possibly Agatha. But even then, they’ve both admitted separately that they would step aside for the other to make her happy. So.)

grrrgh I just. I love them. My stupid genius boys. Look look look at how far they’ve come.

[temscraft]

to me the appeal of labru is kabru has to stop playing five dimensional chess in his head and actually communicate with laios

[brain-rot-hour]

It's hecking uuuhhhhhhhh

Hades n Persephone or something like that

[ko-fi||P*treon]

[mechieonu]

i just really love stratt & ryland's dynamic someone will say something offhand abt like the fastidiousness of astrophage to certain wavelengths and she drags him in by the tie to Explain

[lookninjas]

Pick A Song From A Bad Description (Minnesota Nice Edition)

What can I say? This dude's inspired me.

(Also, let's be real -- Minnesota's always had a crazy fucking scene that deserves highlighting. I'm not just saying it 'cause they're my Great Lakes family.)

Pick a song from a bad description! You don't have to recognize any of these songs to vote for them (although if you've been on tumblr since 2014, you will likely recognize at least one of them). Pick whichever description makes you smile. Whatever makes you curious. Whatever makes you think bitterly about how much your state House Rep sucks and meanwhile, people in some districts get cool reps and --

(It's okay; he lost his primary; I'll feel better in January when he's gone).

My point is, just pick a song. At the end of a week, I will compile the songs into a playlist, running in order from the song with the lowest number of votes to the song with the highest number of votes. If you would like to hear the playlist at the end, leave a comment or put it in the tags on your reblog, and I will tag you when the playlist post goes live. If you desperately need to know what a particular song is and don't want to wait, shoot me an ask and I will answer.

Also, please reblog the post! Minnesota does have a ridiculous music scene, and I guarantee you will find something to love on this playlist. This one will probably also get an extended cut, so. Even more songs. All from Minnesota. Gonna be epic.

Last but not least, to my U.S. Citizens reading this: You are registered to vote, right? 'Cause it's not that long till Election Day, and I don't know about you guys, but I'm getting kinda hyped up for it. (Especially now that my House Rep lost his primary).

That's all I got. Have a great day, listen to some weird music, read up on your state and local candidates if you've got an election in November, and I'll see you in a week!

(But not really, 'cause the rap playlists are still going).

[the-casbah-way]

i’m assuming jamie was written out for real-world logistical reasons but i don’t think he could or should have come back anyway. when the attack dog goes rabid and gnaws through his own fucking leash there's nothing much anyone can do but stand there and watch. you can train a dog to bite for you but once they've got enough of a taste for blood they're going to stop giving a shit about who they've got between their teeth so long as there's something to tear into. maybe malcolm never had jamie on a leash in the first place. maybe jamie didn't bite because malcolm asked him to. maybe he just liked the taste of blood. malcolm hired a loyal dog and got what he paid for because at the end of the day jamie stayed so loyal that it became the death of him. loyal to the party. not malcolm

[weirdmageddon]

sorry for liking davejade in 2023 btw its in a cool way though

[netflixnormalthings]

robin and nancy can't die they need to experience the 90's. just like in general

[vaguely-humanoid-form]

his ass is NOT listening

[cxlandine]

now i really hope this isn't right, but i gotta say it

kalina said ragh barkrock, not lydia. lydia has experience with these things, she knows how to seal it and she's pretty cognizant and capable at the moment so she doesn't need ragh to explain on her behalf. maybe kalina just said ragh because he used to be infected (and he wasn't born with it so we can assume lydia wasn't) so she knows him better, but. lydia's already occupied with the gem in her chest. IF the same ritual needed to happen to seal the shatter stars again, lydia wouldn't be strong enough in her current state since she's weakened by the gem. gorgug's strength score dropped to 18 since taking more levels of artificer. ragh still has a +5. as far as we know the closest person to the bad kids who COULD have the strength to fuse with the gem is ragh, who also has some experience with it already. and if he did he would experience the same illness as his mother if not worse.

[duohensheng]

episode 40 thoughts ✨

[furryrainbowscreature]

I’ve listened Loser baby 101 times and I’ve had a seizure 107 times

[spockedandloaded]

I think one of my favorite Spirk fic tropes is the obligatory pon farr fic where Spock goes on a tirade about how UNHINGED and FERAL he’ll be in his Time and he couldn’t possibly DEGRADE and HUMILIATE Jim like that, DONT YOU UNDERSTAND ILL BE NOTHING MORE THAN A MINDLESS RUTTING BEAST and Jim’s like horny gripping the nearest surface while calmly offering to help as his internal monologue is like “ohmygod I wanna be degraded so bad”