#Hugh Bird

[xiaoluclair]

MAX VERSTAPPEN shuffling along the RED BULL RACING PIT WALL — ft. thank yous, congratulations, christian horner's inability to not touch his golden boy as much as possible

📍 Circuit Gilles-Villeneuve // 17.06.2023 ↳ 🎥: Sky Sports F1

[fourtyforever]

the rbr pit wall is so funny every time they show it on screen. it’s just like. guy with a permanent smirk, fucking nerd, the saddest woman alive, and guy who never looks like he got more than 2 hrs of sleep

[allegedly-human-uwu]

[checoarchive]

friday check

[eksperigifs]

last preparations before the race

[dutchgp]

I just wanna come on here and say that Hugh Bird is attractive.

[cannibalovers]

Documenting Will’s catches

[zanephillips]

Hugh Skinner and Raphael Acloque Little Birds (2020) Episode 01

[splatashahowlett]

Love your writing! Would you be willing to do one where you comfort Logan from a nightmare?

birds of a feather (we should stick together)

logan howlett x reader

your eyelids felt heavy and your body benumbed but you still couldn't sleep. you were laying on your back, staring at the open window. the cold breeze coming from the latter made your body shiver, but you loved being able to hear the sounds of the night; it kind off rocked you to bed, it was your personal lullaby. you were aware of every sounds around you. it felt as if you were in a camus novel.

your head immediatly turned to look next to you when you felt the sheets shuffling on your bare legs. was logan awake? his eyes were still closed but he was slightly moving.

you knew all about logan's nightmares. it had been years now since you two had gotten together and he told you about his night crisis within the first two months; he couldn't hide it from you anyway. so you were expecting it almost everynight and you would be lying if you said it wasn't one of the reasons you couldn't really sleep. you hated the idea of him waking up after a nightmare and having no one to talk to, no one to lean on.

you delicatly placed your head on his chest, knowing the weight of it brought him a sense of comfort and security. his hand automatically went to your hair. he was so used to the gesture that he would do it while alseep. he would always reach out for you, findind a way to always make contact with your skin; he would groan unconsiouscly when you were too far away (according to him) and pull you to his chest without any words said. you would laugh and shake your head each time, amused but grateful that he could find peace in holding you.

you were slowly falling alseep, your eyes closing on their own, when logan started to move around franticly. you lifted your head, and analysed logan.

nightmare.

you started by sitting up in the bed and making sure that you were nowhere near logan's fists. you weren't scared of him or his claws, but if he were to hurt you he would never forgive himself. he mostly would never sleep next to you again and you would find yourself in the incapacity of helping him facing his nocturnal terrors.

you tried to wake him up by grabbing his head gently and stroking your thumbs against his cheeks. you were whispering sweet words, trying to get him to understand that this was all a dream. but of course it didn't work.

your voice started to get louder, you almost couldn't hear yourself over his unrelentless grunting. you were calling out his name.

"logan honey"

"logan!"

"logan, you need to wake up"

"this is all just a dream"

...

"LOGAN"

his silhouette went flying forward, his claws unleashing, piercing through some pillows. logan was breathing heavily and his stare could scare the bravest knight away. but you weren't anyone, you were his lover.

your hand went to his shoulder, trying to get him to come back to reality. he turned around. his gaze immediatly softened when he saw you. you knew talking wouldn't get you anywhere, he would still feel guilty and monstruous. so you just smiled.

you looked at each other for a little while, no words exchanged. you tugged on his shoulder, inviting him to lay back down. he resisted.

like everytime, you were about to ask him if he wanted to talk about it, but he beat you to it.

"stryker" he groaned.

your other hand went to his left shoulder and travelled down to his chest. you wrapped your arms around his neck. your chest was pressed into his back and your head was hidden in his neck. you hugged him tightly, not planning on letting him go anytime soon.

he retracted his claws and his fingers enveloped around your forearms, returning the affection.

"are you hurt?" he asked, almost inaudibly. afraid of your answer.

"seeing you like this doesn't leave me impartial" you answered into his neck. he sighed and turned his head to look at you, you lifted your gaze to his eyes. the look he bore broke your heart; you wished you could take all his worries away.

"come here pretty boy" you reached out for him. he dived into your arms and wrapped his own around your waist. he almost tackled you with his enthusiasm. your chin was planted on his head, muttering reassuring promises while stroking his hair.

"there wasn't anything pretty about what just happened" he retorted after a while. you closed your eyes, pained at his words. you hated when he bathed his self-loathing so much. you let go of him and grabbed one of the pillow he pierced earlier. you raised it above your heads and looked at logan, who was visibly confused. your fingers teared down the pillow with the help of the holes logan had created. hundreds of feathers fell down. the breeze of the window made them fly around, in spirals. some would land in your hair, others on the bed or on your lap. you were grinning widely, the spectacular sight filling your heart with happiness. feathers were invading the room. when some got stuck into logan's hair you laughed wholeheartedly. this caused logan to smile in return.

"looks pretty to me" you stared into his eyes. he brushed your cheek and kissed you softly.

"none of this is your fault logan, you should never apologize for what they did to you. your wounds are legitimate and you have the right to be afraid. you are far from being the monster they wanted you to be; you are the wolverine, an x-men. you are the love of my life. don't be ashamed of being bruised"

"I could've hurt you."

"but you didn't, you never did. you've always protected me and kept me from harm's way. I am proud of you, I want you to know that." you kissed his forehead.

"I love you" he whispered.

"I love you most" you teased with a big smile. logan looked at you with a cheeky grin and lunged at you, pinning you down against the mattress.

"that's just not possible. there is no love greater than the one I have for you" he replied, tickling you feverishly. you were pretty sure the whole floor could hear you laugh.

as always, you both fell asleep in each other's arms. comforted in the idea that the both of you will never be alone again.

no matter how much pillows were to be destroyed.

[acrosstobear]

mclaren WE. ARE. McLAREN. 🧡 Monaco. Indy 500. Shanghai. It's set to be a special weekend with @.ArrowMcLaren and @.McLarenFE! 💫

[antiqueanimals]

Florida Wildlife, May 1964. Illustration by Wallace Hughes.

Internet Archive

[cataclysmictide]

I Miss You (And I Love You All The Same)

BIRDS OF A FEATHER - Billie Eilish/True Blue - Boygenius/seven - Taylor Swift/Anne With An E/Margaret Atwood/invisible string - Taylor Swift/Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides - Anne Carson/Unknown/Fresh Out The Slammer - Taylor Swift/Poem - Langston Hughes/@boyfig/@gh0stcup/Little Women (2019)/seven - Taylor Swift/ Norwegian Wood - Haruki Murakami/Two Birds - Regina Spektor

[wasco]

maybe my friends can be the great loves of my life

seven - Taylor Swift // Dead Poets Society (dir. Peter Weir) // A Little Life - Hanya Yanigahara // Lady Bird (dir. Greta Gerwig // The Orange - Wendy Cope // Ferris Bueller’s Day Off (dir. John Hughes) // The Perks of Being a Wallflower - Stephen Chbosky // dedication on a bench // The Miseducation of Cameron Post (dir. Desiree Akhavan) // dorothea - Taylor Swift // Close (dir. Lukas Dhont) // Frances Ha (written by Noah Baumbach, Greta Gerwig) // The Perks of Being a Wallflower (dir. Stephen Chbosky) // The Long and Short of It - Richard Siken // The Goldfinch (dir. John Crowley) // Graceland Too - Phoebe Bridgers

[bonhughbon]

The Brown Family || Paddington In Peru (2024/25) (x)

[90smovies]

[eksperigifs]

Checo celebrating with his race engineer Hugh Bird