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[zecoritheweirdone]

hey do you guys wanna see a comic for a msa au me and my friend ascel came up with? trick question yes you do. anyway- hehehehehhhoo body swap au <3.

okay quick context for this rq- this is an au where it diverges after freaking out- instead of possessing the truck, lewis ends up chasing the gang for a while, maybe a week or two? arthur and vivi don't know why this random ghost they met ages ago keeps going after them, but one things for sure- he really, really wants arthur's head on a spike.

cut to the present- arthur got separated from vivi and mystery, and lewis ends up chasing him into the woods!

[mrsducky]

The man's a stealth pilot. Literally. Weapons systems officer, actually.

TOP GUN: MAVERICK 2022, dir. Joseph Kosinski

[jirlshi]

so by manny and Manolo speaking Spanish, does Brooke just sometimes switch to complete Japanese and non of the others can under stand it? Oh! Do you think he would try flirting in Japanese and that’s the closest he ever gets to someone swooning for him bevause second language? XD

Sometimes Brook speaks japanese, usually expressions while being under extreme emotions, talking to himself or when he forgets a word in english (Even though that's useless cause nobody would understand him)

Also, he sometimes tries to flirt in japanese...

Either lenguaje leads to good results...

[mylifeisjustafeverdream]

I was rereading City of Glass when suddenly hit with the bone chilling realization that Clary and Simon are from Brooklyn, New York and therefore should absolutely have extremely thick accents.

[coolestguyonearth]

What's gayer being gay or bringing him back to life with your blood and being willing to let him kill you if that's what he needs and then obsessing over the fact that your blood now runs through his veins and you've shared the very essence of your living with him

[shelyue99]

I’m amazed Webster wrote pages about Nix’s briefings. I wonder if he memorized it word by word. And every time Nixon is mentioned, Webster had to point out he is a Yale man.

[marinabaycircuit]

SEBASTIAN VETTEL & LEWIS HAMILTON at the 2015 russian gp press conference for @sebastianvettelx ☆ happy birthday to my sewis brainrot buddy hannah! 

Did you start waving five laps to go? I didn’t! You used to do that! No, Mansell was the one who started waving on the last lap – you topped him doing it five laps from the end. No, I didn’t!

[petit-papillion]

Canal+ and their (fake) F1 Césars...

Charles is dominating the Special Effects category:

[lewisbian]

[terribleoldwhitemen]

endeavour || raga

[muxas-world]

Yes i do wahct motosport f1 and motogp cause i find the riders atracttive not olnly that i make this riders my personal barbies i project evryting i want on them and what are stupid men gona do abaut it?? Not my problem you are watching a boring as f1 race just cause of the cars or the race I dont bother you cause i dont give a fuck abaut what men do 😘

[fanficrocks]

Heartbreaking dialogues from the Morseverse

Some of the shortest dialogues in the Morseverse shows are the most heartbreaking.

From the Endeavour finale (Exeunt) we have

Thursday: You'll keep an eye? Morse: Always.

And then from the IM finale (The Remorseful Day), there is that iconic scene where Lewis kisses Morse's body on the forehead and whispers "Goodbye, Sir" before walking away.

Finally, in the Lewis finale (What Lies Tangled), it is Laura Hobson who packs more emotional punch into her 5 minutes than the rest of the 85 minutes put together.

Lewis: Ow!

Hathaway: Well I think um I'll leave you guys to get on with it.

Lewis: What was that for?

Hobson: For putting yourself in harm's way.

A bare minute later, comes the suckerpunch - "Like Morse?"

And then, upon Maddox coming back in to call Lewis...

Hobson: Go. Be brilliant.

[sionisjaune]

I know I should care about the reason why you're naked in my bed, but for now I'll just enjoy it - for any lewis ship?

For the smut dialogue prompt game. Urban fantasy wizards sex curse lewis/mick???

Mick writhed under the thin sheet, the cuff around his wrist biting into the thin skin of his wrist. He tried to slip his hand out—he would have broken the hand if he could—and stretch towards Lewis, but his efforts were useless. Perched primly on the foot of the bed, Lewis’s mouth twisted, his brows drawn tight together. 

“Please, Lewis,” said Mick, not even completely sure what he was begging for. He just knew, in his lust-addled brain, that he needed to be near Lewis. He needed to wrap all of his limbs around him, suck on his neck, slide down his throat. Skin to skin contact wouldn’t be enough, he knew. He needed to wear Lewis, become him, slough him off like a coat and put him on again.

Lewis shook his head. “I’m sorry, Mick,” he said. His nose stud sparkled in the light that made it through the slats in the blinds. The air was dusty and thick like Lewis didn’t really live in his apartment. Mick knew he spent most of the year jetting around the globe fixing wealthy people’s problems with the magic his clients mistook for clever illusion, sleight of hand and exceptional luck. 

“I’m sorry you got caught in the crossfire,” said Lewis, still frowning. “I shouldn’t have taken you along. That curse was a nasty piece of work.” 

Mick moaned. He heard it come out of him, high and urgent like air leaving a balloon, but was unable to do anything about it. “Please,” he said thoughtlessly. 

“Sebastian is coming with the antidote,” said Lewis, evenly. He reached a hand towards Mick’s knee and then seemed to think better of it and withdrew it. Mick felt the phantom touch of his fingertips on his skin regardless—five hot points that he would have felt if Lewis would just fucking touch him already. He yanked at the cuff again, heard the other side rattle around the bars of the headboard. He didn’t even care about the curse. It probably wasn’t even related to the curse, his brain told him, this itching, burning need to have Lewis in any way he could. He vaguely remembered watching Lewis pick delicately at the charmed latch on the old woman’s jewelry box, remembered a bright turquoise light nearly blinding him and then a stinging sensation in his chest—the next thing he remembered was waking up cuffed to Lewis’s bed, his clothing missing and a bottomless ache in the pit of his stomach.

“I’m going to die,” said Mick, very seriously. He swallowed, his throat dry. He felt like it was true. “If you don’t touch me.” Lewis frowned again, pursing his lips. “Lewis,” Mick said again, so that Lewis knew he meant it. 

“I can’t touch you,” said Lewis. 

“Why not,” said Mick, squeezing his eyes shut. A wave of discomfort like he was holding onto a livewire shivered through his body. When it passed, it left all his muscles twitching towards Lewis and a searing pain behind his eyes. “Why not, if I’m going to die if you don’t.” 

“You’re not going to die,” said Lewis. “It’s not that kind of curse.” 

“Please,” said Mick again. He managed to say the word in a controlled manner once before another painful tremor passed over him and his mouth started making sounds he hadn’t okayed. “Please please please please please please,” he heard himself say. 

“Seb will be here soon,” said Lewis. 

Mick moaned again, thrashing underneath the sheet. The corner slipped off his shoulder and down his torso, a gust of tepid air wicking away the sweat beading on his abdomen. In the corner of Mick’s vision, Lewis’s gaze flicked towards Mick’s uncovered stomach before he flinched away. “I can’t hold on that long,” said Mick. He attempted to sit up, and only managed to curl in on himself like a pillbug. 

“You can,” said Lewis, a tension in his voice. He was very carefully refusing to look at Mick, which made the heat in Mick’s stomach flare again. He needed Lewis or he would die. That was certain. 

“You’re going to let me die, Lewis,” said Mick, unable to think. He writhed on the bed, the sheets spilling off of his body and slipping off the bed. He didn’t know when he had lost his clothes or why, or if it was related to the curse that his frantic hindbrain tried to tell him he shouldn’t worry overmuch about. “Touch me, Lewis. Or you’re going to kill me.” 

By the time the sheet had slipped off of Mick’s hips, Lewis seemed unable to ignore Mick any longer. The fire in Mick’s belly crackled triumphantly. It seemed like the intensity of Lewis’s gaze alone was enough to quiet the need eating Mick from the inside. 

“If I…” said Lewis, voice thin. “If I touched you, you wouldn’t be able to stop me.”

“I wouldn’t stop you,” said Mick, eagerly. He was getting what he needed, finally. “I wouldn’t want to.” 

“Mick, I,” said Lewis, swallowing. “You wouldn’t even know if you wanted to. You don’t even know what you want now.” He looked away, the motion obviously effortful. “Seb is coming with the antidote.” 

[mariocki]

The Brothers Rico (1957)

"Okay, okay, so nobody's blaming you! Let's just say something happened way back, huh? So maybe I am gonna die. But, Eddie, you've got even bigger troubles. You're gonna live."

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

my 1 (one) stardew opinion is shane should not have won the bachelor poll

[thechosenanubis]

Nina: Guys, I don't want you to be in danger for my sake! This time I'm going to do this alone! Sibuna: We recognize the council has made a decision, but given that is a stupid-ass decision, we've elected to ignore it.