#3110

[kuroriiii]

[promiscuousasexual]

this is the funniest article subheading i have EVER seen, i can’t stop giggling about it, why would you phrase it like that?😭

[ecoamerica]

Apply or nominate: https://ecoamerica.org/american-climate-leadership-awards-2025/

Calling all organizations, individuals, and small businesses successfully engaging Americans on climate! Showcase your creativity and climate solutions by applying for @ecoamerica’s 2025 American Climate Leadership Awards. You can win $1K - $50K by submitting your efforts for consideration by a stellar line-up of judges and individuals leading on climate. It’s quick and easy to submit your application or nominate inspirational climate leaders. Apply or nominate today!

[starlightiing]

Them.

[marauders-poets]

Homos (affectionate 🥰)

[joaoista]

[Trad: Come, I'll take you to my blue paradise / Far from routine and rainy Paris / Come, I'll take you to my blue paradise / Where there's a bright sun for two / I can see the earth far away / I'll join you in my world / Desert island, my idyll / Welcome to paradise]

[➸Credit of the photos to Alpine & F1 twt acc. Waves photo by Jess Loiterton. Interviews transcriptions from Canal + & Viaplay]

[ronyoarea]

9 C.M. | Pierresteban

Story: Korn ( @kornneverdie ) & RONYO

Artwork: RONYO

Translation: Aim ( @mooniaaya )

*Read from right to left*

Enjoy reading guys ~ ~

Thanks to Korn for the story and Aim for translating from Thai into English.

(P.S. The first idea is Lawhan’s story but I wanna draw it in Pierresteban version)

[fanfic-que-deu-errado]

F1 teammates in five acts, based on Youth, by Daughter.

Act 2: Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon (2023-2024); Lewis Hamilton and Nico Rosberg (2013-2016).

(see act one here)

[thewertsearch]

Vriska has been handed an opportunity.

Actually, when you think about it, she always had this opportunity. Vriska clearly had knowledge of the Quest Bed before she died, and could have travelled there at any point to ascend. Despite what Terezi assumed, it turns out Vriska didn't have the guts to stare her own mortality in the face.

At the end of the day, she's just a teenager, and she's not nearly as hardened as she pretends to be.

Oh, that's a nice touch. I'd actually forgotten that trolls sleep in cocoons.

I wonder what answer Sgrub would have for a species that doesn’t sleep at all?

Now, what was it that Vriska said again?

Yeah, I don’t think this is going to go smoothly.

Tavros doesn't have Vriska's mindset, and he never will. No amount of Vriska's bullying ‘helping’ is going to turn him into someone comfortable with cold-blooded murder.

[rocketinthesky]

this race was such a fucking rollercoaster and am i happy? not overall. the george and lando fumble was so fucking bad, the dnfs were so sad esp NICO'S??? im so pissed lol but on the flip side ALPINE DOUBLE PODIUM?? PIERRESTEBAN ON PODIUM TOGETHER?!?!?!? THAT IS SO INSANE OMG im so???? GUYS WE GOT PIERRESTEBAN DOUBLE PODIUM WAKE TF UP??? also i was trying so hard to be anti-max but who am i kidding i was happy seeing him so happy lmao im WEAK OK

[sleepsucks]

[kuroriiii]

[kenttyy]

Im totally obsessed with the way you draw them and your comic so I drew something🫶🫶

@ronyoarea

I realized I forgot pierre’s necklace fuck

[starlightiing]

Pierresteban & Rain

Send me a pairing and a prompt <3

@racingliners - Pierresteban & Rain

The rain doesn't even feel cold against his skin anymore.

The drops still pelt him with a biting force, like acid, eating their way through his skin and sending their chill surging through his veins to wrap mercilessly around his pounding heart. Esteban doesn't even know why he's here - not really - but his feet are rooted into the concrete, unwilling to move away from this one specific spot in front of the Alpine garage. His eyes are fixed on the name Jack Doohan, easily pasted over his own name like he had never been there at all.

Like he hadn't spent the last five years of his life in that garage, fighting tooth and nail for a team that repaid his dedication with a blunt knife to the back, deep enough to shatter through bone and rip into the delicate skin of his heart like it meant nothing.

And perhaps that really is what the team thinks of him now, with their hands washed clean of him.

It hurts in ways that Esteban isn't ready to admit. The bitter cold settles into his bones and freezes him from the inside out and he knows he shouldn't care. The last thing he should be doing is dwelling on his hasty parting from a team that had been more than happy to ship him off into the next set of willing arms at the expense of his last race with the team. He has to force himself not to think about the helmet he had carefully crafted for his last race with the team that had been such a big part of his life and career for the last five years.

And yet.

"What are you doing out here?" comes a gentle voice filtering in from behind him, familiar and warm in ways that Esteban loves and hates at the same time.

His feet refuse to move, but he turns his head back to look at Pierre.

"I don't know," he admits carefully, feeling the weight and intensity of Pierre's gaze on his face. The rain is falling a bit harder now, soaking through his pants and sneakers the longer he stands out in it. "What am I doing here?"

Pierre is quiet for a moment, stepping into Esteban's line of sight and scrutinizing him with those fierce blue eyes of his. They're a particular shade that Esteban knows well - he sees the very same hues in the morning only moments following the sunrise when the sky brightens with life, or glittering peacefully in the subtle waves of the harbor as ships sail beneath the warm summer sun.

Or, most painfully, they remind him fondly of the color of a blanket he still owns from childhood, battered and worn but no less warm and comforting - one that shielded he and Pierre both from the harsh winters out on the track as kids - unwavering and unyielding.

And oh, Esteban thinks, how Pierre is much the same.

"You should come inside. It is too cold out here, and you are soaked." Pierre says, very matter of fact. He speaks with such confidence, as he always has, and it almost tricks Esteban into thinking he's welcome in the Alpine garage, the very place Pierre insists he go to shield from the weather.

And he knows firsthand he is not.

"Oh no, I am not welcome here anymore. Ollie made that very clear." Esteban bites back, managing to keep at least most of the bitterness from his tone. "Not even to say goodbye."

Pierre frowns then, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. It's clear by his reaction that none of the arrangements made had been communicated to Pierre, and Esteban can find at least a minor amount of comfort in that. At least he himself was not the last to know.

"Look, I don't know what happened, and I don't think I want to know, but if anyone has a hard time with you being in the garage they can come talk to me about it. Let's get you out of the rain."

It's a grand gesture coming from Pierre, but Esteban's traitorous feet still refuse to move. If he steps foot in that garage, he'll just be met with emotions he isn't ready to face yet - and the last thing he wants to do is upset Ollie even further. This may not be his team anymore, but Esteban knows firsthand what they are capable of when provoked.

He feels Pierre's warm fingers brush against the skin of his arm, and he sucks in a trembling, sharp breath. "I can't. I will go back to my hotel in a few minutes."

Pierre's frown deepens into something that reeks of concern and, god forbid, pity. It makes Esteban's hands curl into fists at his sides, the suffocating feeling of irritation and betrayal seeping into his skin like a sponge.

It stays quiet between them for a few beats, tense and unforgiving, until Pierre finally breaks the silence, "I'll go with you."

"Why?" Esteban counters, his tone sharp but not unkind. "You are busy, I'm sure."

"Not too busy to come say goodbye properly." Pierre says, his tone carefully curated to warmth and something else Esteban cannot quite identify. "Unless it was easier for you to just leave, of course. You can do that, too."

Esteban takes another deep breath, holding it tight in his lungs for a few moments before letting it out in an agitated huff. "No, you idiot." He states with a grin, small but ever-present. It's enough to encourage Pierre to do the same. "I cannot just walk away from you. You know I have never been able to."

Pierre's eyes widen then, seemingly startled by the raw admission from Esteban - which is perhaps a fair response. Esteban is many things, but forthcoming with his emotions in front of Pierre Gasly? Unheard of.

"Good. Let's get you out of the rain before you catch a cold."

Slowly, confidently, as with everything Pierre does, his hand slips into Esteban's slightly larger one. Their fingers easily part for one another, slotting together like pieces of a puzzle, created specifically with the intention of being connected together until/if the harsh and cruel wiles of fate were to rip them apart.

And oh, how fate has tried.

And, to either their benefit or detriment Esteban will never know, how she has failed.

[bloodieststreethawk]

It's so empty inside of me

‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤthat I dont even care what the world thinks.

Manjirō Sanō [佐野 万次郎] founding member and formal leader of the Tokyo Manji Gang, rides a CB205T, loves to sleep whenever he feels like it, has a sweet tooth, is still a child by heart, charismatic, martial art master, immense strength and fighting prowess, has lightning-fast reflexes, is not able to control his violent and dark impulses, severe mental illness, cursed by darkness, one of the most heinous criminals, called ›Mikey‹ since childhood

ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎ Kirby my hubby I knew we were soulmates when someone mistook you for an exorcist, and asked what order you belonged to and you replied: "Out of order." Well, all I can say is that we're two lost souls that came together to make a perfect mess.

# bloodieststreethawk » MDNI › triggerwarnings » slightly canon & headcanon based, own and worst version of Tokyo Revengers Mikey in his late Kanto Manji era and pre Bonten era, for convenient reasons in his early/mid 20s

[joaoista]

This Alpine podium feels like when your parents have announced to you that they're going to divorce because the situation is unsustainable, so they take you on one last family trip and you have such a good time from start to finish that now you don't want them to separate, even though you know it's for the best 😭😭😭

Although I'm sad about the bad race of 814 and 5516, I'm more than happy about Alpine's double podium. After having seen them crawl since the beginning of the season and seeing everything was complicated for them, it's like a breath of clean air that they have reached so high. Despite all the bad, there will always be something good to come. Seeing the happiness in Esteban broke me. He's one of my favorite drivers and seeing him succeed will always be a pleasure for me. ALLEZ ALPINE, ALLEZ ESTEBAN, ALLEZ PIERRE, ALLEZ, ALLEZ!!! 💙🩷✨

[Low res image because it was the only thing that gave me time to screenshot, sorry (*￣▽￣)b]

[ronyoarea]

Just forgot to post this on tumblr 🥹