#Hun knows where it is

[joyfuladorable]

My one big problem with Turtles Forever is the fact that Karai helps Ch’rell like what the fuck girl

[justreckin]

But why are we singing?

[bibannana]

Kix *looking around his office, unorganised mess everywhere*: I may have OCD but I have none of the useful traits.

[jadequarze]

I have so many thoughts about Imogen and BH being there for her

Fearne and FCG checking up before they landed. Ashton, who pick a specific drink catered to her and being a softie (Im love him) Seeing if shes playing or not, and joins both time.

What a treat to see Imogen and Orym looks at Chet and Launda (also Patè) plotting to cheat, shaking their head at the same time while playing a little game (I really, really love this part). Then, Imogen who is painfully obvious not in a good headspace (literally!!) Knowing full well that Orym can sense her even when invisible and she just told him that she needs to get fresh air, which he quietly acknowledges.

Chet telling her to that it'll be alright. Theyre here and tries to tell her to loosen up. Thinking that maybe a hot bath can help. The fact that Imogen was surprised and choked up for the kindness, nooo 🥺

Laudna, who picked a table thats relatively less crowded and checking in as well. Havent heard her call Imogen 'darling' for so long.

[autumnapricot]

marc win and lestappen podium how are you feelinggggg

i love this ask thank you for remembering me as a marc marquez girlie!!!! i‘m delighted!!! 😁

i‘m ALIVE. thriving! skin is moisturized i‘m nourished i‘m in my lane etc etc life is good baby! charles win!! max podium with his defense+extending the lead?!! marc win at philip island!?!? so goated that he did a burnout at the starting line instead of the finish line? yeah. life is so good. this is peak life actually 🙂‍↕️

i hope you‘re also doing great anon! 🥰

(me at the prospect of a fellow marc and lestappen enjoyer)

[xiaoluclair]

Xiao my dear! I don’t know if this an invite to send you prompts but if so 👀 I’m taking my opportunity! 😌🤍🤍

What about: “You think I’m still in love with you after all of this shit you decided to put me through? Well… ha. I guess I am somewhat of an idiot.” With lestappen? 🥰

Love ya!! 😘

bby, hi 😘! any and all times i reblog prompts are an invite 💛💜 and OKAY:

pairing: max verstappen x charles leclerc | rating: G | not checked over by any second parties so beware of spelling/grammar bumbles

Charles glances up when he enters the room. There is a second where his face looks like it cannot decide whether to behave as a wave or a particle. Max doesn't spare him much of a glance. Walks over to the co-pilot's seat, reaches over to disengage the starboard lithium thrusters. Pulls both knees up until he is a cocoon in the cockpit.

For a while, they sit simply in silence. It is both horridly new and terrifyingly old. Max would have broken it by now, a hundred times over probably. Not anymore. He watches as Space crawls around them, vast and dark and infinite.

"So," says Charles at last. On trajectory, the numbers oscillate between -0.071/+0.039 and -0.069/+0.039. Out of the corner of his eye, Max can see Charles lean forward to adjust accordingly. He does the same, feet have to fall back to the floor. "You and Martijn?"

Max snorts. The number shoots to -0.067/-0.064. He hastily rectifies it before replying, "I don't see how that matters right now."

"I am just. Catching up."

"Yeah?" says Max, only a little snippily. "How come."

There is a pause. "Lookㅡ"

And isn't that a funny little word.

"I did," says Max, cutting him off. He thinks he might be amused. Or unimaginably pissed off. Maybe both at this point. "Trust me, I fucking did. Want to know what I found?"

No reply.

Max laughs, continues, one hand flipping the port thrusters up to 0.4%, "Nada. Not a damn thing. For two whole years. So yeah, mate, do you really want to tell me to look?"

"I would not change anything," says Charles, ever entirely, aggravatingly stubborn.

Max snorts. "Fucking course you wouldn't."

"I loved you."

And that's even funnier, thinks Max. "I don't see what that has to do with anything right now."

"Of course you do not," says Charles. It is biting. They fall silent again with it, words left to hang heavy. Max wishes Daniel were here. Or Lando. Or Martijn. Even Pierre. Anyone else, anything else, to fit into this great, gaping void. He wishes when Seb gave them their rotation posts, he'd said, Actuallyㅡ

But he did not. And Max is. Max is a little tired. Max is suddenly, stupidly, outrageously, a little bit tired.

He says, to the ship and the ship alone, "Martijn is my friend."

"Pierre is mine," says Charles.

Max rolls his eyes. "I was notㅡ"

"Do not lie."

"Hypocrite."

"I would notㅡ"

"Change a thing." Max's jaw goes stiff for a moment, a hop and a skip through time.

There are enough particles between them right now to fill five thousand bathtubs if they were the size of marbles. Still, he can hear Charles's exhale. He can hear, "I love you."

And is that not horrid. The way the words sink, tail and claw and nuclear fission, into Max's stomach. The way the words sink, warm and soft and nuclear fusion into his belly.

"Max," whispers Charles. Or maybe it was the wind, in the vacuum of Space.

The ceiling is ripe with shadows. "You think I’m still in love with you," he says, "after all of this shit you decided to put me through?" Charles does not say anything. When Max looks over, finally, finally, he has his hands gripped over the controls, thumbs pressed to the adjustments like profactors, staring, staring, staring. Until Max catches him; then, he glances away, resumes fiddling. His cheeks are glowing, begging to be held, felt. Kissed.

Max has to laugh. Lean back into his seat to work on his own course adjustments. They're out in space, a billion stars at his fingertips and a billion more planets. A hundred hot-headed supernovas and a thousand dragging blackholes. A million twisting galaxies and a trillion folds of gravity. An awful amount of ways to hold the very simple thing Max is trying to say, which is:

All this, and Charles fucking Leclerc is still the greatest force he has ever known.

"Well," he says at last, finger presses the dial a little further to the left as Charles presses his up, "I guess I am somewhat of an idiot." He catches Charles's eyes as their hands still, half a console between them.

+0.000/+0.000.

[quietrobots]

OMG BABE IF U CAN, CAN U DO A DOODLE OF MY CWACOM DETROIT BECOME HUMAN AU?:3< specifically Flint and Brent cuz yeah

baby i'm going to be so honest all i saw was "-CWACOM DETROIT BECOME HUMAN AU..." and i'm just now seeing the Flint and Brent part jsHFJAFHK

[polycharismas]

i think something about the way d.ead plate was seen as in general just contrasts so much with what the actual game says about these characters . like . before i actually watched a playthrough i had a really bad idea of what the game was and for like a bit i held on to that very shallow idea . Like . idk . haha toxic yaoi Yay or something . but as time went on i just came to realize the amount of depth in every single aspect of this narrative and realized watering it down to just being toxic yaoi cannibal game was . so nothing . so wrong . insulting actually . i don't know if i can explain with words what interpretations like that feel for me but its so easy to apply something similar to that with like m.arried in red because People are like that but after spending so many months knowing these games it just makes me appreciate the reql meaning behind the plot sooo mcuh more .

[hella1975]

small town instincts truly will never leave you a group of us were in a shop today and my mate suddenly came up to me very urgently like ‘quick we’re leaving’ and i WITHOUT HESITATION was like ‘oh are they shoplifting’ and she just looked at me like… no???? what the fuck????

[hotcheetohatredwastaken]

Epic!! EPIC!! I’m so excited about the Ocean Saga dropping. Except I haven’t had the chance to listen to any of it yet

Anyways what were your favorite songs in the other two sagas?

Okay so for the Trojan War one, The Horse and The Infant is my favorite, but every single one of those is a BOP. For the Cyclops one, Remember Them is my favorite, but My Goodbye is really good. For the Ocean Saga, I really only like Ruthlessness right now. GO LISTEN TO IT IT'S AMAZING, I LOVE WHEN MUSICIANS USE NATURAL SOUNDS TO CREATE MUSIC (like waves or raindrops).

[kwiecista]

I think it's time to reintroduce the idea of Magda having a crush on her best friend (Mr. Hun.gary) but never acting on it because she doesn't want to ruin their friendship even though it has been running strong for over a thousand years slash he made a stupid comment at one point so now she thinks it's no use trying. Also a thousand dollars to the person who will explore that story arc with me, I've been wanting it for ten years.

[inavagrant-a]

Chaoxi (derogatory).

[smukkits]

my villain origin story is people on gaia willfully misinterpreting a comment that took me 2 seconds to type.

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

All, der real

Me: they sure are perfect...damn

****HugeP***Hugo*****Hugo now ok**

This message has been brought to you by NASA.

"Take your girth from the Seventh Seal"

[xiaoluclair]

Pls let me express my frustration haha. I’ve only recently got into F1 (started off as procrastination and now here I am), and so far the commentators of my country seem pretty non-biased. Looks like they are not here to spread bs or drag any of the drivers down. And also they’re not blind. During the first half of quali they talked about how Charles might be one if not the only driver able to challenge Max. AND THEN LOOK WHAT HAPPENED. Still lying awake, trying to digest quali. Then the commentators went on about how Charles must’ve aged seven years in the past year and a half, making light jokes about grey hairs and stuff. Someone save that poor boy.

My guy my gal my glorious procrastinating bean and your unbiased commentators (diversity win!), Yes . idk about screwderia fuckedup (emotion) but like max said, sharl is Gonna be Up There with Everything He Can and that's a fucking Lot. he can A Lot. he was Up There at the start, it would've been magical to see him scratch off those tenths (as always). and its frustrating bc ur on the sidelines, nuthin you can do to stop him from willingly signing himself over as a legal lampshade (hasn't happened yet, am not ruling it out) to maranello. that's him and his love that's he's been tending to for decades.. he's not killing the plant of his dreams bc what if it fruits next year? what if it was all worth it then.

( i won't lie to u tho the image of salt and brown!pepper charles... if i speak 🪦 . )

[tender-rosiey]

Can u do a drabble with jjk men where their child gets into a physical fight?

"MY KID IS NOT GUILTY, YOUR HONOR!"

— when your kid with gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, and toji gets into a fight (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

your husband happily swings your hands together, as you walk to the principal’s office. meanwhile, you’re worried sick about s/n and what happened to him.

satoru rubs your hand reassuringly before slamming the door open and yelling, “did you win?!”

your eyes widen, but before you interject, s/n replies back enthusiastically, “yes, I did!”

you hurry to your son, kneeling in front of him to check him thoroughly.

you let out a sigh of relief when you see that he isn’t hurt in any way. sensing your distress, he hugs you. “I missed you, mama,” he says, snuggling into your neck.

“me too,” you smile and almost get lost in the moment, but then you hear a camera shutter. you look back and see your husband, holding a camera.

“oops, don’t mind me, hun.”

the dad of the other boy—who you didn’t notice was even there—stands up, livid, “can you take this a bit more seriously?! my son is injured!”

you’re about to reply yourself, but then satoru beats you to it. he stands right in front of the man and looks down at him, “surely, you’re not yelling at my wife, right?”

the man stumbles back into his chair, and satoru stares him down, making him sink even further into the chair.

the mother then speaks to you, “what your son did is unacceptable! look at how my baby is right now!”

looking at the other boy, you decide that the mother has every right to be mad. his nose is bleed profusely. you’re pretty sure it’s broken.

you look at your son and quirk an eyebrow, “s/n? what happened?”

“I was showing my friends the picture I got of you, and he said you were ugly! he can’t do that!”

your husband turns back and gasps, “he did what?!”

as if the dad himself is the one that is getting scolded, his eyes get teary.

meanwhile, you see the mother whispering to the boy, and he nods, ashamed. she looks back at you and says, “however, what your son did is not acceptable.”

“I know that the reaction was a bit much, but what your son did is also unacceptable,” you answer with your son nodding behind you.

“well—can you not be so close to my husband?” she snaps at satoru, whose cursed energy is increasing.

“you and your husband need to get taught a lesson if you raise a kid that’s so stupid he thinks my beautiful, divinie, and drop dead gorgeous wife is ugly,” he states, and the lady finds herself shrinking back beside her husband.

the little boy also scrambles into his parents’ embrace.

you place your hand on satoru’s forearm, and he immediately relaxes.

you smile and press a kiss to his cheek then pat your son’s back before instructing him softly, “you have to apologize for hurting him so much, though, s/n, okay?”

your son, ever the obedient sweetheart when it comes to you, looks at the boy, “I am sorry, but you should be sorry too!”

the other boy nods, crying, “I am sorry!”

your son nods, satisfied with the answer. your husband then picks s/n up and spins him around as he sings his praises, “I am so proud of you for defending mama like that! so so proud!”

the boy grins happily and hugs his dad. satoru then raises his finger, “but you gotta know that people are weak, so we can only do this to them all the time.”

your son nods eagerly, before wiggling to the ground. he runs to you, excited to tell you about his day. you grin and listen to him happily, ignoring the crying family on the other side.

your husband kisses the top of your head before turning to the principal with a smirk, “so, principal, is there anything you would like to say?”

“I am gonna piss myself.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

you dragged sukuna to the principal’s office, after you got a call of a major incident happening involving him. your husband insisted on dismissing it, but you just had a feeling that something is seriously wrong.

you both enter the office, eyes immediately falling on your son who is sitting unbothered on the chair. meanwhile, the principal is resting his elbows on the desk and striking a pose that could only be described as trouble.

when s/n sees you two, his eyes light up, and he runs to give you—and only you—a hug. sukuna scowls, “what about me?”

“you said you don’t like my hugs,” your son huffs, averting his eyes away. sukuna stares at him for a second, before picking him up by the scruff and placing him in his arms.

the boy looks at his dad, shocked, before snuggling into his embrace.

your husband leans his head just a bit on s/n’s head. you both then direct your attention to the waiting principal.

the principal taps his fingers together, but sukuna grumbles, “are you not gonna talk?”

you stifle a giggle—which sukuna notices and you notice the slight smirk now present on his face. the principal looks up at the three of you then speaks slowly, “well, you see…”

he looks up, “your son set my car on fire.”

a few beats pass.

then your husband barks out a laugh, one so hearty that it catches everyone but you off-guard.

the principal looks incredously at sukuna. your son tilts his head in confusion, before sukuna ruffles his hair, “how did you even do that? seriously, that’s my son for you!”

the boy thrives off his dad’s praise, and they get lost in their world, as your son details how he orchestrated everything.

the principal frowns, vexed. he clears his throat to speak up, “sir, I think you might have misheard. I am saying your son—”

“did I ask you to repeat yourself?”

the tone leaves no room for discussion, and it also sends shivers down the principal’s spine. your little boy snickers, and you side-eye him, effectively shutting him up.

the principal shakes his head slowly, then he looks at you for help.

truthfully, the man has every right to be both terrified and offended cause what the hell kinda is able to set a car on fire and act so nonchalant about it? it’s the kinda kid with a dad who backs him up for it.

however, the man assumes that voice of reason is you.

you want to help, but you’re just too tired. so, you smile, “I understand that what happened is harsh, sir,” he lights up, then you continue, “but surely, you can get a new one, right?”

the man pauses and looks at you with wide eyes, before spluttering, “wha—ma’am, you can’t be serious—"

“surely, you. can. get. a. new. one. right?” you glare.

the man nods frantically.

sukuna smirks pridefully, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. he leans his face near your ear and whispers, “my kinda woman.”

you smile and wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze his hip in return. you both exchange affectionate bedroom looks, forgetting about the frightened principal.

meanwhile, s/n looks at you guys, wrorried, and murmurs, “mom, you’re scarier than dad.”

despite what he says, s/n jumps into your arms and nuzzles against your cheek. your husband rolls his eyes with no real annoyance behind them.

with all the courage left in him, the principal smiles nervously and stutters, “you—you can leave now; I sincerely and deeply apologize for the hold up.”

nobody moves an inch.

“…please leave.”

NANAMI KENTO:

you, your husband, and your daughter are now seated in the principal’s office.

you are waiting for the other kid and her parents to come in as well. you’re tapping your feet, restlessly, but kento lays his hand on your knee and rubs it gently.

he nods at you, and you smile.

you know your daughter would never fight unprovoked. said daughter gets off her chair and climbs into your lap. she hugs you tightly, and you instantly start petting her hair.

she lets a small sigh, but then the principal enters the office with the other parents in toe. you see your husband’s eyes narrow, before he leans close to d/n and asks gently, “isn’t that the girl you said was bullying your friend?”

your daughter nods intensely and whispers back, “she was about to hit her today, and you told me not to let people bully others! that’s why I hit her.”

you pat her head, and she grins. kento hums then nods, “I get that, but couldn’t you get a teacher, sweetheart?”

“the teacher would’ve taken too long!” your daughter huffs, and she is right. but, there still is a lesson that she needs to understand.

the principal clears his throat and sits in his chair. “well mr. and mrs. nanami, your daughter has inflicted pain on a friend of hers—”

“bullies aren’t my friends!”

good saying, but this probably isn’t the time. you pat her back, and she instantly understands what you mean, so she—begrudgingly—calms down.

the principal continues, “as I was saying, she hit her classmate, and as you can see, it left a bruise. such violent acts are prohibited in this respected establishment.”

“shouldn’t bullying be prohibited as well?” you ask, and the man splutters.

“that doesn’t happen—”

“i can assure you that my wife is speaking the truth,” kento backs you up, “if you would like, we can check the cameras or what the teachers say regarding the environment you’re fostering.”

your daughter’s head starts spinning from the big words.

your husband places a hand on the top of her head before resuming, “while I acknowledge that my daughter shouldn’t have been physical in defending her friend, you ought to acknowledge that what the other girl did was also unacceptable.”

“and since you want to solve the root of the problem, shouldn’t you punish the one that did the bullying and warranted my daughter to act in defense?” you press on, and the principal gulps.

the father of the girl stands up, “my princess would do no such thing—”

“your record isn’t that pretty either, so I suggest you sit down,” you say with a smile, and it does the trick. the man immediately sticks to his wife—who has said nothing, and you assume it’s because she knew what her daughter did.

everybody keeps staring at each other for a while, with your daughter having a staring contest with the other girl.

“we will deal with our daughter accordingly,” kento speaks up as he stands up, straightening his suit, “but we expect that the girl is also held accountable for her shameful actions. thank you.”

you and d/n get up, and the three of you exit the office—like icons. kento holds your hand and d/n’s, and you giggle, “did you see how they looked?”

“should you be encouraging d/n about laughing at others?” your husband asks with a small quirk of his eyebrow. you nod confidently.

“if they’re rude then yes!”

he shakes his head helplessly with a smile. then your daughter looks up to kento as you are walking and says excitedly, “dad, I won!”

your husband looks down at her then smiles gently, nodding as he gives her a thumbs up. you raise your eyebrows and gasp lowly, “hypocrisy?”

“hmm, I don’t know.”

GETO SUGURU:

your daughters hang off their dad’s back as you guys head to the principal’s office. they squeal and giggle, and suguru has an ever-permanent smile.

he is holding onto your hand gently and says, “don’t worry; I doubt that the girls actually caused damage.”

“I know, but what I am curious about is why they would get into something,” you reply, pensive, “I know my daughters very well,” you smile, and the girls grin.

they start chanting your name, clapping, and saying I love you a million times.

you open the door slowly and are met with the principal standing in front of his desk and a girl standing on top of it. your eyebrows furrow in confusion, as you all enter.

your husband wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. he tilts his head, “so, what’s wrong?”

the man drums his fingers on the desk, leaning back, “your daughters have ganged up on my daughter.”

the both of you take a moment to examine the girl from afar. there seems nothing wrong with her: no bruise, no blood, no nothing.

you exchange looks, and you take the turn to speak up, “your daughter looks okay to me.”

the man huffs and crosses his arms, “she was hurt emotionally! severely too!”

the girl nods strongly and pouts. her dad gasps and hugs her. he then starts coddling her before asking her, “what did they say to you, sugarplum?”

“they said that I looked like a mole rat, daddy!” she replies, hand on her chest as she ‘falls’ to her knees, “and—and that’s only one of the many bad things they said!”

the man gasps yet again and starts comforting her.

you and your husband let out a snort, barely containing your laughter. the girls puff their chest in confidence. you and suguru look at each other with a poorly hidden grin, and you get caught.

the man fumes, “you’re laughing at my dear sweet princess sugar?!”

“no, we are laughing at the insult,” you reply.

“it’s quite creative,” suguru chuckles before turning to the girls who have long let go of him. he kneels down and asks them, “why did you guys do that?”

“she pulled my hair!” one of the twins spoke.

the other chimes in, “and she made fun of me.”

“oh.”

just from that word alone, you can tell which path your husband is gonna take in continuing this conversation. you have a half a mind to make him summon rainbow dragon to take you home.

you just wanted to know the reason, and suguru is probably never going to leave it at that. forget how ‘calm’ he usually is, his family should never be insulted.

“…see, this why you’re all a bunch of monkeys.”

“monkeys!!” the twins scream in unison.

this time both the principal and the daughter gasp incredulously. your secretly a diva of a husband carries your girls then holds your hand before exiting the office.

he walks in silence, and you quirk an eyebrow, “so, what are you going to do, mister ‘filthy monkeys’?”

“I have a feeling that you’re making fun of me, honey.”

“and that feeling would be right.”

the girls settle on his shoulders, freeing his arms, and he takes the chance to tickle you. you squeal, “suguru, stop! I am serious! not in public!”

“but you’re being mean, sweetheart,” he mock pouts, “such bad things you’re saying.”

your roll your eyes, and you guys continue on your merry way back home.

that event passed by like a breeze, but for some reason, the school has been appointed a new principal because the last one went missing.

I wonder why.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

“relax, ma,” your husband says as he rubs your shoulder in hopes of comforting you, “the kid is surely fine; he is our son after all.”

“I know, toji! but what if he did get hurt?” you fret then scowl, “I swear to god, if they harm a single hair on megumi’s head, I will make them wish they were never born!”

toji smirks lightly and ruffles your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before opening the door. he sees megumi sat, arms crossed and frowning.

involuntary, toji lets out a sigh of relief, and you waste no time in going to your son and checking on him, bombarding him with questions.

“did you get hurt?”

“no.”

“did he hurt you?”

“no.”

“are you okay?”

“yes.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, mom, I am fine,” megumi murmurs, cheeks heating up at your affection. toji chuckles at the display before looking at the principal.

the man purses his lips before sighing, “your son has beaten up jay.”

you and your husband blink silently. then your husband tilts his head, “who?”

the principal grits his teeth before standing up. he crosses his arms before huffing, “jay, the son of the town’s mayor! that boy is as important as his father, yet your son has so brazenly hurt him!”

you frown, “I don’t care who he is, and I am sure that my son won’t hit somebody for no reason!”

megumi nods, and you smile at him.

you pat his hair gently, and he reluctantly leans into the affection. meanwhile, toji has been listening silently before turning to megumi and asking, “who the hell is that?”

“the one with the sea slug hair,” he replies instantly. you let out a hum of recognition.

your husband stares blankly before he clicks his finger, “oh,” he then looks at megumi and ruffles his hair with a small grin, “I hated that kid’s dad—good job.”

megumi lets out a small smile before giving his dad a thumbs up. you roll your eyes with no real annoyance behind them and side-eye toji.

toji chuckles then looks at the fuming principal. the man, now red in the face, yells, “mr fushiguro, that is unacceptable behavior from both you and your son!”

“…okay?”

you shake your head and usher megumi out of the room. you and toji share a look, before you close the door. the moment it clicks, your husband turns to the principal with a blank face.

he takes a few steps, stopping right in front of the man. toji grabs the principal’s shoulder then speaks lowly, “you won’t speak of this, ‘kay?”

he nods frantically, face contorting as he tries to compose himself. toji smirks and heads to the door with a small wave, “see ya never, teach.”

your husband finds you and megumi in the school’s garden.

he sees megumi and yuuji—his friend—playing together, while you relax on the bench. for some reason, toji feels a wave of warmth flood his chest as when he sees you and megumi smiling.

yuuji yells something to you that makes you laugh heartily. toji feels himself relax and smile just slightly. it’s moments like these he feels ever so grateful to have you in his life.

and he swears to forever protect you and megumi. he has acknowledged a long time ago that his only wish is to be by your side.

that’s why, in no time, he is behind you, effectively blocking the sun. you look up from where you’re sat to your husband.

“hey pretty,” he hums.

you chuckle as he rests his elbows on the bench, “slain?”

he grins, “slain.”

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