#✨messages✨

[monzamash]

“ josh said he wanted to have sex with me. “ with Lando

text message au lando norris x you rating: mature (course language) a/n – trying something new ya'll, feedback is always appreciated 💖

[jkvjimin]

TAEHYUNG, NAMJOON & JUNGKOOK + memories (2014-2021) (cr. dwellingsouls, 0613data, namuspromised)

happy birthday, sky! @jung-koook 💟

[livvylubug]

[sauntering-vaguely-downwardss]

Les mis chatelet fanart anyone?? 👀✨

Sorry I disappeared for a bit ;-; but here’s some enjoltaire art to make up for it lol ~ I haven’t seen any fanart for the chatelet production yet so I had to change that 🫡 !!

( if anyone finds some pls send it to me I’d love to see it 😂)

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

can we stop the trend of putting traumatized and mentally unstable characters into romantic relationships as their “happy endings”?

[m4rs-ex3]

associate crow lord has a crush on callum i'm sorry it's just something that i felt in my soul and ran hear to tell you about

[ricciardo133]

Lusail 2024

maxiel, phone sex, praise and sweat kink, missing Daniel hours

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Everything feels off-balance to Max, but he knows one person who can make him feel grounded. He slips away from the team and his family, saying he needs a moment by himself before qualifying. He hides away alone in his driver's room, but he wants to be alone with Daniel.

He presses Daniel's contact on his phone and holds it up to his ear. Of course, Daniel picks up on the first ring.

"Howdy," Daniel says in his relaxed tone. "Car off-pace?"

"Yes," Max says. Naturally, Daniel already knew why he was calling. He much preferred when Daniel was also in the paddock and Max could slip out and navigate each memorized, covert path from his driver's room to Daniel's. Max paces instead, feeling caged and pent up. "Where are you?"

"Somewhere along Mescal Canyon Road near Azusa Canyon. Gorgeous spot. Gotta take you here sometime when you're in LA again."

Ah, he's biking. "If you're with your friends," he starts nervously.

"Nah, Maxy. Solo tripping at the moment, so I can help." Daniel pauses. "If you want me to help...like we used to."

Max hates the past tense. He wants him here. He wants him now.

"You're outside," Max says.

"I'm alone, not a soul around. And plus, I want to hear you do it." Max catches his breath, imaging Daniel in front of him as he closes his eyes. "Tell me as you do it, Max."

"Daniel," he breathes. He holds the phone against his shoulder as his hands undo his coveralls. "I'm getting undressed."

Daniel used to peel off the layers with the most gentle quickness, smooth and effortless to curl the fireproofs off Max's thighs. Max sits on the sofa in his driver's room and feels his bare ass hit the cold, plush surface. He's already hard, just remembering how Daniel used to grip his length. His own hands feel too big, too shaky.

"Daniel," he says again. "I'm...I'm sitting down."

"Are you feeling yourself?"

"Yes."

"Tell me more. Also don't do it dry, Max," Daniel laughs gently. How, Max wonders in warm awe as he leans over to his backpack and gets out the lube. Daniel is thousands of miles away and he still knows just how Max is jerking himself off. It feels too cold on his palm as he goes back to pumping, now slick in his hand as he grows dizzier with need.

"Jesus, Daniel," he whines quietly. He looks over, assured the door is still locked. "I wish you were here."

"I am there. I'm with you now," he says back. "Talk to me. How do you feel?"

"Nervous. I hate it." His eyes tear up as his hands work faster. "The car's fucked. The team's fucked. I'm fucked."

"I can help with that last one," Daniel says. Max can see the way he smiles as he talks. "Not that you need my help being incredible, Max. You do that on your own. You just forget sometimes."

Max feels his body awash in a fantastic heat, like each of Daniel's words is drenched in sunlight. He works harder on his cock, hand slick and tight but not as tight as he wants.

"Daniel," he whispers.

"You're amazing, Max. I said it all in that video message but it's nothing you don't already know," Daniel says through the phone. "You did it, Max. Four times. And you'll do it again if you want because you're just that fucking good."

"Daniel." His voice is hoarse, pleading. His tempo picks up, pushing on the edge.

"You got this, Max. You can do fucking magic in any ride. Even riding me. We can do it again, next time we're back in Monaco," he says words playful and heated. "I still got your ass in paddle a few weeks ago but you were so fucking sweaty after, so fucking good."

Max feels careening dangerously to the brink. He remembers pressing his face into Daniel's shoulder, breathing into a grey sweatshirt Daniel had worn for hours, damp with sweat from their paddle match and then even sweatier after eager ruts on Max's sofa in his empty apartment. He remembers races and races of Daniel drenched in sweat. That sharp, heady smell that was distinctly Daniel. It was pine. It was evergreen. It was him.

"Daniel, I need you," Max says. He feels his eyes leak as his dick twitches and spills with precome. "Oh, God, Daniel. I need you so fucking bad."

"I'm here right now. I'm always here for you, Max."

Max can't help it. He chokes on a small cry as he works his cock harder and faster, trying to catch a ghost of the way Daniel would grip him and slide from head to base. Max whispers his name over and over as Daniel showers him in such unrelenting praise. Max almost thinks to riffle through his bag where one of Daniel's shirts is balled up inside, but he's too close. He has the scent of his sweat firmly etched in his memory, always on tap. Years of breathing in him.

"I"m going to come," he says softly over the phone. "Daniel, I'm going to come."

"Come for me, Max. You can do it. You got this, baby."

Max breaks, grabbing a nearby towel and gasping in shock and release as he comes. He holds his now spent cock and leans back into the sofa, reeling in the heady warmth that unspools in his chest. He looks down at the towel, thinking of days past when Daniel would abscond things like this, coated in Max, just as eager to smell and taste whatever he could.

Max heaves a sigh and stares up at the ceiling. "I miss you, Daniel."

"Almost the holidays, Max. Soon."

"Are you," Max blinks fast. "Are you...do you need me to..."

"I plan on being wicked horny all on my ride back. But call me tonight," Daniel says. Max savors the joy in his tone, the warmth. "Call me after you get pole. Then I can be a little bit more private instead of jacking off in the woods."

He once told Daniel his sweat smelled like trees. The sharp twang of pine with a hint of mountain air. He pictures Daniel out there now, fitting so perfectly in the woodsy tapestry. Still, he fits better here, sweaty after a race and in Max's arms.

"I'll be there for you, Daniel. Like you're always there for me."

"Mutual emergency contacts," Daniel smiles.

"Always."

"See you soon, Max," Daniel says. "You know you got this."

And Max does, too. He knows it. He grips the phone and feels that familiar assurance he needed so badly. "We got this," he nods into the phone. He blinks back wordless tears and smiles as they end the call. He thinks of Daniel, the sheen of his sweat, and a wide expanse of forest as he gets dressed and heads back out to the garage to get pole position.

[sainz100]

some Max moments from the 2024 Qatar GP

[comically-blu]

when the missing muse hours hits so hard that you make multiples of art based around them for your own shrine (def normal partnership)

Somehow just recently I realized that PW! Bill’s design is pretty close to the mini pyramids that Ford kept around in the shack— like the comet coat is sorta rainbow? Funny enough, I didn’t intend this in his design lol

Sometimes I wonder if Ford bought or created these himself… Like if he bought these, where?? Crystal pyramids aren’t common to see just anywhere and anytime (personally, even by the 70s). So most likely he probably made these himself??

[mrvelocipede]

I finished the banana. I think I may have put slightly too much stuffing in it. When it was done, I embroidered a little face on the side, as requested by the person it's for.

I'm especially pleased with the small amount of shaping I did on the stem:

This is probably not ever going to be an official pattern. I know it was 36 stitches around, and that the short rows spanned 2/3 of the stitches, and then there were five plain rounds before the next short row, but I didn't really keep track of the shaping other than that.

[monzamash]

“ you're flirting with me. “ “ is it working? “ [drops gaze] “...definitely working.

With Lando please

text message au lando norris x you rating: mature (course language) a/n – still trying something new x

[enamoredwithbella]

can you give me some suggestions for alternatives to “Y/N blushed”? It honestly didn’t occur to me in my past fics that saying that wasn’t inclusive and I want to fix it.

thank you :)

Personally I think say that reader blushed without including the color— eg. “blushed a bright pink” “their face turned a deep red” — is fine (sorry if I stated otherwise 😭)

Cause POC people still blush. Our faces still heat up. Whether it’s visible or not? That’s the question.

But if you still want alt ways here are some I’ve seen in fics.

“Their face felt hot”

“Their cheeks burned”

“Their cheeks heated”

“Their face warms”

“Their face flushed” (some people might be iffy on this one, personally I don’t have a problem)

I find any descriptors that don’t use color are neutral so it can work for everyone cause obviously some people can’t turn bright red :)

[suchine-toki]

Top 10 Gintaka moments

(Arranged chronologically because it was too difficult to choose. Spoilers ahead.)

1. Takasugi's laugh

After many encounters challenging the dojo, Gintoki sees Takasugi laugh for the first time, which becomes a core memory of his, a symbol of how things used to be and what he wants to preserve (ch. 517).

2. The promise

Surrounded by enemies, Takasugi asks Gintoki why he decided to join the war, to which Gintoki replies that, like him, it was not for a noble cause. At this, Takasugi recognizes that the two are good-for-nothing warriors, but asks Gintoki to take care of their sensei in case he dies. Likewise, Gintoki asks Takasugi to stay alive (ch. 516).

3. Gintoki's tears

Right after their sensei's death, Takasugi furiously runs towards Gintoki until, for a split second, he sees him crying. This becomes the last thing he saw with his left eye, a core memory that reminds him of the pain and grief they experienced (ch. 520).

4. Reunion at the festival

After 10 years of not seeing each other, Takasugi sneaks up behind Gintoki and threatens him with his sword, commenting on how easy it was and that he has become weak. He also tells him about his plan to kill the Shogun, claiming that within him there is a black beast that seeks revenge. At the same time, he confronts Gintoki for looking away from the past, making him unable to understand his feelings. To this, Gintoki responds that it's a shame that he underestimated him, which can be read in both a physical and emotional sense. It's assumed that they separate without another word (chs. 30-31).

5. They were the same

During a conversation with Nobume, Oboro asks her if Gintoki and Takasugi look like their sensei, to which she answers no, that the true resemblance was between them, since both had eyes full of sadness. As she says that, Gintoki and Takasugi can be seen passing each other, but only the former turns around to check that the latter is gone. It's worth mentioning that Gintoki warned Takasugi to be careful if he saw him walking down the street in chapter 97, but in the end he decided to not do anything (ch. 398).

6. Confession and realization

After their fight, with both of them on the floor, tired and full of injuries, Takasugi opens up to Gintoki about his suffering. He confesses to him that his face was the last thing he saw before losing his left eye, how devastating it was to see him cry, and the enormous survivor's guilt he feels, because he understands how much Gintoki loved Shouyo. To this, Gintoki responds that he didn't choose him, but simply knew what was important to theirsensei, thus lifting the burden from Takasugi's shoulders. Not only that, but Gintoki also confesses that, despite everything, he continues to see him as a fellow disciple of the Shouka Sonjuku and a comrade, whose soul he will protect (ch. 520).

7. Sword exchange

After a long coma, Takasugi awakens in Rakuyo and throws his sword to save Bansai. Likewise, Gintoki launches his bokuto to save Shinpachi, leaving them both unarmed. This is when they decide to take each other's sword and protect what is important to the other, reinforcing the message that a sword is made to protect the soul, and on other occasions that it even embodies it. Afterwards, they pass through hordes of enemies in order to see each other again, defending the other from an imminent attack and retrieving their weapon while locking eyes and making snarky remarks (ch. 573).

8. Pep talk

While everyone on Earth seems defeated, Gintoki hears a familiar voice over the radio. Hundreds of kilometers, far up in space, Takasugi tells him that they have everything under control and encourages him to continue fighting. Likewise, Gintoki assures him that on his side they haven't lost yet, and playfully encourages him, asking if he has already been reduced to junk. Despite being injured, Takasugi tells him to be ready when he comes for him, to which Gintoki smiles (ch. 650).

9. Let's rescue sensei

The greatest tragedy in Takasugi's life is not only the death of his teacher, but also that Gintoki had to be the one to kill him. Aware that he has little left to live, he admits that now he can be a little more honest with what he really wants to do. After fighting Gintoki as a way to punish himself, he's now able to recognize that he wishes to fight alongside him, while also wanting to alleviate his suffering by sharing the burden of his actions that day. Upon hearing this, the serious expression on Gintoki's face turns to astonishment at being able to achieve mutual understanding and once again have a common goal that is deeply personal to both of them (ch. 682).

10. Born under the same star

While Gintoki's eyes reflect the despair he feels at having to strike Takasugi's body, he remembers their childhood together. Gintoki fought very hard to protect everyone, but Takasugi fought even harder to protect him, and although Gintoki was definitely not ready to lose him, Takasugi was content with the idea that he had prevented him from killing their sensei once more. Knowing that he has little time left, it's Gintoki's turn to be more sincere. He embraces Takasugi and reassures him, acknowledging that he did indeed manage to protect him and that he wished they could have drunk together more often. But Takasugi tells Gintoki he doesn't want to hear him like this and he asks him not to send him off with a sad face. Mustering willpower, Gintoki smiles and tells him to wait for him in hell, which becomes the last sight from Takasugi's right eye as he smiles back before dying. No longer able to restrain his emotions, Gintoki weeps as he watches the sunset (ch. 703).

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[madame-fear]

@earth4angels is better than you for sure

???? I sincerely don’t know what to say lmao,,, I woke up a short while ago and this is the first thing I see.

No one’s better than anyone. Nattie is my mutual and I respect both her and her amazing works— I’m going to assume you’re someone who’s really, really bored and has nothing else better to do other than try to spew shit on others for fun

touch grass, or just smoke it if you need it, it’s good 💗

[darlingcloudie-9]

Hey I know I’m like three days late I know,,, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY ANDREEEWWWWWW !!!!!!!!!!!!! MY BESTEST BOY FRFR <3333333333

[palespawn]

masquerade threads, perchance