#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

[andaniellight]

I love how you agree that 001 is down bad for 456. Like... just kiss already.

Dude, it's lowkey terrifying, to be honest, because so far it's been for shits and giggles only. I swear, this tropes is about to be added into the "overused" shelf at this point bUT IT DOESN'T MEAN IT CAN'T BE ENTERTAINING, STILL. TO ME. SO BLESS BLESS BLESS GIFMAKERS AND MY MUTUALS for bringing those two into my dash since I've already heard ENOUGH from sources whose tastes are similar to mine so it is safe to say I can trust them when they say season 2, to put it mildly, not as good as the first season (derogatory in the most spiteful way) in sooo many aspects.

I can't put it down, is the thing. I haven't even moved past episode 1, knowing they're reusing the old elements that'd make the entire thing redundant and a waste of time. But when I think about if Jun-ho's existence is also included in the sphere of this... situationship or something between Gi-hun and In-ho...... I can't lie, it is hysterical because wHAT DO YOU MEAAAN YOU'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH LOOKING FOR YOUR BROTHER, WHO ISN'T 100% YOUR BIOLOGICAL BROTHER THAT'S DISAPPEARED SINCE YEARS AGO, yet somehow you're always drawn to this particular man in the oddest way possible because NOT ONLY THIS MAN HAS GONE THROUGH SIMILAR ORDEAL AS YOU IN A PLACE WHERE YOU FINALLY FOUND YOUR BROTHER, yet at the same time not knowing this man MIGHT BE YOUR BROTHER'S TYPE

IN THE MOST SOULMATE SHIT KIND OF WAY??????????????????????????

Smh siblings

[lyxchen]

Okay okay so All I'm Saying is. One time in school I had a crush on a boy from my grade and I thought he was really cute and sweet and pretty. And I always wanted to look at him. Like just look at him. So in classes we had together I'd try to sit in a place where it would make sense for me to look into his general direction, so like not infront of him and stuff. Or whenever it made sense to or nobody else was watching I'd look at him. And all I'm saying is. Isn't that kind of what In-ho is doing? Like looking intensely at Gi-hun for long times or when nobody else is watching or when it is reasonable to be looking at him, walking behind him after the game so he can stare at him... sounds like he has a little crush, doesn't it?

[gemallass]

I have said it before and I am saying it again: Ford should get to be a bit of a crybaby when regressed, as a threat 👏

He can unlearn the shame of crying better (speculation/hc since he's a man in his 60s--or late 50s if you want--that grew up in the 60s with a toxic father figure. I don't have a single doubt that Filbrick would've taught his children that. One way or another, even) when he's feeling small.

Plus, rather than supressing his fears, anxieties and etc he could just, let it out. It would be good for him, me thinks.

Yeah obviously it doesn't mean he would have a 180º change in attitude once he's done, and, hell, I think he would still try to supress it even when he's regressed and such, but I think the key difference is that he would struggle more to do so at that moment, and so he would end up in a puddle of his own tears.

And then later the shame comes since "boys don't cry", "men don't cry" and blah blah blah, but ya know, baby steps.

Or if he's with someone else he gets a nice hug and pets while he lets all the stress out.

He gets to be vulnerable, and soft, and to be the protected, as a threat.

[justreckin]

But why are we singing?

[npd2]

[bibannana]

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

[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.

[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 .

[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.

[lyxchen]

Haha omg Pinterest staawp, you don't need to show me pictures of Lee Byung-hun, I just need pictures of him as In-ho, haha stop trying to distract me with pretty man Pinterest, you're so silly haha :>

[thefangirlinsideofme]

if someone were to tell me that i had the choice between starving to death or taking one (1) bite of beans on toast, i would take that toast, puke on it just because its vomit-inducing, throw that at the face of whoever tried to make me eat it and then build myself a bed of flowers and moss so i can die like a pretty forest fairy princess

I'll welcome death like an old friend before I eat something I don't like

[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"

[littlepeach-world]

The Midnight Misunderstanding

Pairing: Frontman/Hwang In-Ho x Pregnant!Wife!Reader

Summary: You give in to your late-night pregnancy cravings and slip out quietly, leaving your husband, Hwang In-ho, to wake up in a frenzy when he finds you missing.

Warnings: Angst, Fear of losing someone, grief, pregnancy, cravings, gun, slight fluff, soft-Inho.

Late into the night, you stretch quietly in bed, your mind drifting through sleepy fog and growing sharper with an insistent craving. Turning to your side, you see your husband, Hwang In-ho, sleeping peacefully beside you. The chill of the night air sends shivers down your spine, but the thought of satisfying your craving warms you with determination. The clock reads 2:47 AM.

Knowing how hard In-ho has been working and how much rest he needs, you decide to slip out discreetly, believing you can make it back before he even notices. You pull on a warm coat, gather your essentials, and tiptoe out the door, careful to close it softly behind you.

Hours seem to pass in what feels like minutes. In-ho stirs awake, reaching out to find your side of the bed cold and empty. He blinks groggily, thinking you might be in another room. "Y/N?" he calls softly, expecting a quick reply or the distant hum of your voice.

When no response comes, he rises slowly, the initial calm giving way to a creeping unease. He checks the adjoining bathroom, then the kitchen, and each empty room sends another pang of worry coursing through him. The house feels eerily quiet, and with each step, the calm facade he tried to maintain begins to crack.

As he makes his way through the silent hallways and finds no sign of you anywhere, panic floods through him instantly. Memories of losing his first wife surge into his mind, and the dread of facing the same heart-wrenching loss with you engulfs him like a tidal wave.

Terror grips his chest as he moves more frantically now. "Yeobo?" he calls out again, his voice slicing through the silence like a knife, but only the echo of his own voice answers him back. His heart races uncontrollably as he grabs his phone, his hands shaking with a mix of fear and urgency.

"I can't find my wife," he says, his voice quivering as he speaks to his guards. "Search the building immediately," he commands, his tone rigid and leaving no room for delay. The icy fingers of fear grip his heart, the stakes now higher than ever with the thought of losing you and the baby—his entire world teetering on the brink of uncertainty.

As he listens to the hurried replies of his guards springing into action, he pulls open the drawer beside his bed and grabs his gun, the cold weight of the metal feeling reassuring in his hand. The transformation is swift—his usual calm demeanor gives way to the steely resolve of the Front Man.

He methodically sweeps through the apartment, each shadow and creak heightening his anxiety. Has something sinister befallen you? Could Gi-hun, that determined Player 456, have somehow found you? The uncertainty gnaws at him, each tick of the clock echoing louder in the eerily quiet apartment. His thoughts race wildly, the sense of impending dread building with each passing second.

Just as his mind threatens to overwhelm him, the soft click of the door breaks the silence. He pivots sharply, raising his gun, only to freeze as you step back inside with a small stack of snacks and an apologetic smile. The weight of the moment crashes over him, the relief almost too much to bear.

"In-ho," you start, but the torrent of emotions inside him is already surging to the surface. He lowers the gun, his hands trembling.

"Where were you?" His voice is a mix of anger, relief, and lingering fear. He steps forward, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, ensuring you're really there and unharmed.

"I... I couldn’t sleep," you say softly, holding up the snacks as a peace offering. "I thought some comfort food might help. I’m sorry if I worried you."

He releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding, the tension in his shoulders slowly fading. He pulls you into a fierce embrace, holding you as if you might disappear if he let go. The feel of you, warm and real in his arms, does more to calm his racing heart than anything else.

"I thought..." his voice breaks, unable to finish the sentence. The memories of his first loss are still too raw, the pain too fresh.

You pull back slightly and cup his face in your hands, your eyes filled with understanding and love. "I'm here. I’m not going anywhere," you reassure him, gently stroking his cheek.

He leans into your touch, closing his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. When he opens them, there's a new resolve mirrored in their depths. "Next time, wake me," he pleads softly. "I can't... I won't lose you and the baby. You both mean everything to me."

You nod, your heart aching for the pain he’s been through. "I promise," you whisper, and he takes a deep breath, slowly finding his composure again.

With his arm protectively around you, he leads you back to the bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, reassuring light on your path. 

With measured steps, he walks over to the dresser and slides the gun back into the drawer, locking it firmly to ensure it’s secure. The sight of him putting the weapon away brings a greater sense of calm to both of you.

As you reach the bed, he gently guides you to sit on the edge before kneeling in front of you.

His eyes soften as he places his hands on your growing belly, the life inside a beacon of hope amidst his fears. He leans in, tenderly kissing your pregnant belly, a silent vow of protection and love to both you and the unborn child.

"We’re in this together," he murmurs, his lips lingering on your skin. You smile down at him, your hand resting on his head.

Under the covers, he keeps you close, one arm wrapped protectively around you, his hand resting gently on your stomach. The snacks are forgotten on the bedside table as sleep finally takes over, but this time, it’s a peaceful sleep, secure in the knowledge that you’re safe and by his side.