#POOR KRIS DAMN

[motor-city-selfryed]

KAMILLE AND MERCEDÉS JUST TRIED TO RUN OVER KRIS 💀💀💀💀💀

WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING OVER AT THE AYE CEE DOUBLE YOU ?!?!

[dreamsy990]

Out of the characters you know which one of them do you think their situation is the most fucked up

ohhh this one is hard hm. i think roxas specifically in kh2 is a good candidate though. it has to be the kh2 stuff though because thats where like 80% of his existential dread is.

[darkmetaknightspussy]

Ok so i think soemthing really interesting deltarune could do (idk if it will be done tho and i kinda doubt it) is that there are 2 endings, the first is the standard one, you have all your friends together and buuuuut the world is destroyed anyway. OR. or. you use noelles Elite Hacker Skillz and uh break reality, kill half your friends, mega depress kris, but save the world. Have a happy ending for the world but a tragedy for yourself, or sacrifice your world so you can remain happy with your friends to the end.

KILL HALF YOUR FRIENDS???

[akanemnon]

Hey Kris!

I got some the moss for you :3,

Rip to everyone that understands the joke.

Also how are you doing Akane? Life going well? I sure do hope my fav artist is having a good day :3

... Damn poor Lesslo :< my little silly goober did not deserve to get beat up like that :(

(HOW MANY LESSLO FANS ARE LEFT I DON'T WANT TO BE THE LAST ONE STANDING UNTIL THE END OF THE COMIC)

Ah, quality m/loss to soothe/enrage the soul...

I'm currently a little under the weather. But it's no biggie. It's just flu season and absolutely everyone at work is sick atm. Kinda comes with the territory.

Also, I dunno what you're talking about. He absolutely deserved it. Lucky for you the comic only shows cartoon violence (unlike The Other Scrip... whenever I will get to that)

[damiannasworld]

maybe a tiny gift of your own too? if you'd like one.

January 2025, somewhere in Slovenia

"Guys I think I physically cannot take this anymore. They are too damn much."

"Just close your eyes and think of Thailand. We'll be there and they will be in an entirely different time zone."

"Yeah, not long now and we won't have to watch them always sit like that, half on top of each other, legs tangled together."

"Yeah we won't even have to think about the way Bojan always manages to find something on Jere to touch or caress or... fondle."

"The way he tries to tuck Jere's hair behind his ear seventeen times a day makes me sick. His hair is way too fucking short and Bojan knows it."

"He just wants Jere to do it back."

"And it fucking works, ew."

"That's how you know they're made for each other."

"Well I wish they'd be a little less visibly made for each other while the rest of us are still in the room."

"Visibly and audibly. It's the voices that get me."

"Oh my god, the voices. Leave the bedroom voices to the bedroom, is that too much to ask?!"

"They're so soft with each other, it's gross."

"Yeah, about that... don't look now."

"Oh god, what are they doing now?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Good point, I don't."

"Ah fuck, I looked."

"Spare me, please."

"...Bojan is in Jere's lap actually literally feeding him grapes and stroking his hair."

"No fucking way, you're only saying that to make me look."

"Aaand they're doing little kisses now, in between each grape."

"You are lying, stop lying to me."

"I wish I was, I wish I could tell you our singer is this disgusting only in my imagination but I'm afraid he's not."

"It's not normal, it isn't. It just isn't."

"Guys I think- yeah okay the grapes have been forgotten now, I really think it's time for us to get the fuck out of here because- yeah I did not need to see that. Kris don't look, no, don't look, Jan can you help him but also do not look, okay there we go-"

"Do you think they'd let us on a plane to Thailand tonight?"

--

"Did it work?"

"Yes, Joker boys left."

"They're so easy."

"I see their faces, their jaw is on the floor."

"Brilliant. Though I'll never hear the end of this.. but it was worth it."

"So, what you want do now? We are alone."

"Hmm, I might have a few ideas. Want me to show you?"

"Yes, please."

Aah, thank you so much for this. The poor Joker Out guys having to deal with these two menaces, lmao. ��� And they did it on purpose to have some alone time for... Who knows what. 👀

[sydsaint]

Danny-boy you are so special to me. <3

Summary: Daniel finds himself enamored with Skye's flirty partner in crime.

You and Skye haul your bags out of the back of your Uber and cross the parking lot to the hotel. A few fans are loitering around in the lobby when you come through the door, but you and Skye are used to it by now.

"YN! Skye! We're huge fans! We love you!" A couple of younger girls come up to the two of you. "Can we get a photo?" They ask.

"Sure." You nod. "We've got time for a quick photo, right Skye?" You glance at her for confirmation.

Skye nods, always happy to indulge her fans, as long as they aren't being stalky or rude. You and Skye both rock your signature mean looks and snap a couple of pictures with the girls. Satisfied the girls run off laughing and giggling with one another about the encounter. You and Skye both smile at one another and pick your bags back up.

"That was so cute." You laugh with Skye. "Gosh, I love fans like that." You smile to yourself.

Skye agrees and picks up her bags as well. The two of you are just about to start walking over to the check-in desk when someone else blocks your path.

"You ladies giving out photos?" Daniel Garcia saunters up to the two of you.

"Daniel." Skye blinks at Garcia with an unamused expression on her face.

"Hey, Daniel." You greet Daniel as well, but without the cold shoulder that Skye is giving him.

Skye walks off to get checked into your room and you hang behind to chat with Garcia for a minute.

"Damn, I'd of killed for a photo." Daniel teases you with a grin.

"Awe, poor baby." You giggle. "Guess you'll just have to catch me at my next meet and greet, Danny. And pay like everyone else." You add with a wink.

Daniel chuckles, clearly enjoying the game. "I'd happily dish out some cash if it meant I got a chance with you, baby." He winks at you.

You roll your eyes playfully and head off to join Skye. Daniel watches you saunter off and shakes his head as you go. His eyes follow you up until you disappear into the elevator.

Later into the night you and Skye are hanging out backstage while you wait for your tag match against Willow Nightengale and Kris Statlander. Skye is busy texting with her boyfriend Lee so you're stuck idling around while she stares at her phone.

You lean against a box of camera equipment and wait for Skye to finish her conversation. You watch people walk by with a bored look on your face. That is until you spot Daniel coming your way with Matt Menard at his side.

"Hey, Danny." You bat your thick eyelashes at Garcia as he passes by you with Matt.

Daniel locks eyes with you and you grin to yourself as he stutters out something to Matt as they pass you. Garcia's pace slows a bit and he turns back to look at you before Matt drags him away.

"You looking to take a bite out of Daniel Garcia, YN?" Skye looks up from her phone.

You laugh and turn back to Skye. "Maybe." You grin to yourself. "Garcia is cute, don't you think? And I swear that deep voice catches me off guard whenever I hear him talk." You bite your lip.

"Okay!" Skye laughs and puts her phone away.

You and Skye head down to the tunnel since it's time for your tag match. The two of you have a rough tag match with Willow and Kris that ends in a huge brawl breaking out between the two teams.

Security all file out to the ring and break yours and Willow's team up. One of the security guards yanks you off of Kris and hauls you away. The same thing happens to Skye and the two of you are escorted backstage.

"Okay. Okay! I get it!" You shrug off the security guard holding you once you and Skye are backstage.

The security guard lets you go and steps back from you. Skye is also released and the two of you are given some space to cool off for a minute. Adrenaline pumps through your veins and you wipe some blood dripping out of your mouth from a cut on the inside of your lip.

A deep laugh sounds from the other side of the room and your eyes dart towards the noise. You find Daniel leaning against the wall with an amused smile plastered on his face.

"Damn, YN." Daniel pushes off the wall and walks over to you and Skye. "That was one hell of a fight." He pulls a bottle of water from behind his back and offers it to you.

"Thanks, Danny." You take the bottle from him and uncap it to get a drink.

The cool water soothes the sting in the inside of your mouth from the cut. You turn and offer the bottle to Skye who takes it.

Lee pops up from the locker room to check in on Skye and you find yourself left out once again. At least until you remember that Daniel is still hanging out.

"You doing anything after the show, Garcia?" You turn toward Daniel.

"Nothing I can't cancel real easily, why?" Daniel replies, quickly catching onto what you're hinting at.

You shrug with an amused smile. "I suppose that I could be persuaded to maybe get some dinner with you, Daniel." You tease him. "If you're willing to pay."

"I think I could swing that." Daniel chuckles.

Garcia leans forward and brushes a finger down your arm and a shiver runs up your spine. The two of you smile at one another playfully until you feel Skye tap your shoulder.

"You ready to go get changed?" Skye asks you and you see Lee walk off for the time being.

"Yeah." You nod to Skye before turning back to Daniel. "You want to meet me back at the hotel in a couple of hours, Danny?" You ask Garcia.

Daniel nods. "Yeah, sure." He agrees to meet up with you later. "Wear something pretty for me, yeah?" He winks at you playfully.

"Sure!" You laugh before walking off with Skye.

You head back to the locker room with Skye and get changed back out of your ring gear. You and Skye head back to the hotel and you grab a quick shower before getting all dolled up for your date with Daniel.

You are in the middle of finishing your makeup when Skye skips into the room. "Wow, YN." Skye admires your work. "The makeup looks great!" She compliments you. "Know what you're going to wear?"

"Haven't figured that out yet." You frown. "I didn't really bring anything cute with me." You complain.

"Let me see what I've got," Skye replies before disappearing back into the other room.

You finish your makeup and walk out to the main room. Skye digs through her bag for a minute and eventually pulls out a cute black dress from the bottom of her bag.

"Here, this should fit." Skye hands you the dress and you slip it on.

You slip on the dress and find that it fits damn near perfectly. You admire your reflection in the mirror before putting together your clutch purse. A knock sounds at the door a couple of minutes later and Skye answers it while you're getting your heels on.

"YN, your date is here for you." Skye leans on the doorway.

You get your heels on and meet Garcia at the door. His eyes widen when he sees you and you have to stifle a laugh.

"Well?" You prompt Garcia. "How do I look? Nice enough for you, Danny?" You ask him.

Daniel shakes his head in disbelief before he steps out of the way for you. "You look...wow." He answers you breathlessly.

You giggle and turn back to Skye still leaning on the door. "I'll back back late, Skye. Don't wait up." You inform her.

"Got it." Skye giggles playfully and shuts the door on you.

[putaposyinyourhair]

Slowly but Also Like All at Once

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

noah diaz x mirage (the ship of dreams or whatever that old bitch said in titanic)

warnings : reek gets his own flirt on, noah is tired™️, and breanna diaz is here but she ain't here to play

side note: this fic is also on ao3!

Noah’s kind of glad that as soon as he has the apartment door unlocked, Reek shoves him aside and barges his way inside like he owns the place. Because not a second later, a chancla comes flying across the room and slaps into the wall not one foot away from Reek’s head— the poor guy freezing up immediately, his eyes wide.

“Ma!” Noah admonishes, pocketing his keys and pushing past Reek so he can set down his box of electronics atop the short bookcase his ma insists on using as a foyer table. “You can’t just be whippin’ those around! You’re gonna seriously injure somebody that ain’t me one of these days.”

His ma has both her hands over her mouth, like she recognizes her mistake too, and when she lowers them, Noah can see she has the decency to at least look sheepish about nearly clocking his friend with her slipper. Still, it doesn’t stop her from also outright glaring at him— like it’s his fault.

“Pero escuché tu voz, so I thought it was you, and you deserve it,” she snaps at him pointedly, before she looks to Reek. “Reek, honey, I’m so sor—” she cuts herself off with a sharp gasp at the sight of all the blood on the lower half of Reek’s face.

“What the hell happened?” she demands instead, clearly concerned. Although the concern doesn’t last very long. Because she seems quick to come to her own conclusions and narrows her eyes at the both of them.

“You boys weren’t out gettin’ into trouble, were you? I swear to God, you two are gonna—”

The loud slam of a door sounds from down the hall.

“Is that Sonic?” Kris cries, rushing into the room like the namesake should be his instead.

Noah grins widely, toeing off his sneakers and simultaneously slipping off his backpack— letting it fall to the floor beside the bookcase with a small thud— just in time to catch his little brother who comes flying at him and nearly knocks the breath straight out of him with what feels like the world’s tightest hug.

“You missed it!” Kris proclaims eagerly, pulling back only far enough to look up at Noah. “I almost beat Bowser! I was so close!”

“Damn, really?” Noah inquires, reaching up to ruffle the kid’s curls affectionately. “That’s cool, bro. Just a few more tries and you gon’ get his ass. I know it.”

Kris beams and pulls away completely, releasing Noah, before he looks over at Reek and frowns, one brow arching.

“Who beat the shit out of you?” he queries openly.

“Language, Kris!” their ma shouts from the kitchen, where she’s already gathered some napkins and is bent over under the kitchen sink, probably looking for that bottle of rubbing alcohol they keep down there. “Reek, sweetie, come over here so we can get your face cleaned up.”

Reek relaxes— his momentary stupor fading— and his lips curl up into a dreamy sort of smile as he kicks off his sneakers then floats across the room to lean against the kitchen table.

Noah narrows his eyes at the other man, already knowing where this is going.

Noah’s ma slaps Reek’s knees open so she can step in between them to be able to reach his face— she’s already kicking up a fuss, telling Reek he has to take better care of himself— and Reek, of course, can’t help the self-satisfied little smirk he shoots in Noah’s direction.

Noah’s hands ball into fists at his sides.

“You hit on my mama one time today man, just one, and I’m throwing your ass out the window,” Noah warns him. Because, unfortunately, it’s a thing.

Reek, the absolute bastard, swears that one day he’s going to bag Breanna Diaz.

Which is absurd.

The only way that’s ever going to happen is if it’s right over Noah’s dead body.

“Ay, Noah, don’t be ridiculous,” his ma chastises casually, shaking her head as she dabs at Reek’s nose with a wad of wet napkins— completely oblivious to the fact that Reek is practically preening under her care. “Reek, how did this happen?”

Before Reek can respond, Kris looks up at Noah with a frown.

“And why didn’t you come home for dinner last night?” he questions. Their ma scoffs.

“You mean why he didn’t come home at all,” she points out, glancing over with a look on her face that clearly reads as disapproval. “You could at least call, mijo.”

Noah releases a sharp sigh, his shoulders drooping as he deflates under the weight of the guilt.

Kris wanders away from him, sauntering over to their ma and Reek so he can get a closer look at the damage on Reek’s face.

“I know, ma,” Noah acquiesces, defeated and exhausted, even as he reaches up behind his neck to grab at the collar of his Henley so he can pull it off— he’s been wearing it for over twenty-four hours at this point, and all he really wants is a shower. “I’m sorry. I just… I got caught up.”

His ma looks over for a second, both brows arched, before she returns to the task at hand.

“Ooh,” Kris teases. “Is it a girl? It’s a girl, isn’t it? What’s her name?”

Noah rolls his eyes at his baby brother’s antics, reaching down to unbuckle his belt and laughing when his ma presses a napkin soaked in rubbing alcohol to Reek’s nose, pulling an incredibly high-pitched yelp from the man’s throat.

Reek narrows his eyes at Noah.

“Oh, you think that’s funny, huh?”

Noah grins crookedly at him, his shirt and belt clutched in one hand.

“It’s hilarious, dude.”

The slow menacing look-and-smirk combination that distorts Reek’s face is quite frankly terrifying and Noah stills, tensing.

Reek leans back, just slightly, and his gaze slides over to Kris.

“Nah, li’l man, there ain’t no girl,” he drawls wickedly. “Our boy Noah over here, he’s a man of taste. He’s got a preference for something different; little metal, some rubber, six cylinders.”

Noah wants to wrangle his thick ass neck with his bare hands.

Kris’ lips purse to the side, his forehead scrunching— clearly bewildered.

“For the last time, man,” Noah snaps. “I didn’t fu—” he cuts himself off with a sharp inhale, throwing his hands into the air— completely done with trying to deny it any further— before he exhales at length.

Reek’s just going to believe what he wants anyway. Fuck it.

Noah’s ma glances over at him again, one perfectly plucked brow arched in question.

“I’ma go shower,” Noah decides, then points a long finger at Reek. “You better not still be in my damn house by the time I get out. I swear to God, bro.” He crosses the room and pretends not to hear Kris asking Reek what he meant by metal, rubber, and cylinders.

“Ay, mijo, por qué eres tan grosero?” his ma calls after him as he goes, and Noah does his best to not react when he hears her add on a quieter, “Well, there’s clearly no girl. He wouldn’t have a stick up his ass if he was seein’ any action.”

Reek’s raucous laughter echoes down the hall, following Noah right into the bathroom.

Noah slams the door closed behind him.

“Carajo, Noah! Don’t be slammin’ doors in my house!”

Noah huffs, dropping his shirt into the hamper that’s wedged in between the toilet and the sink— where it’s not supposed to be, because Kris has a habit of getting up during the night to piss, and being half-asleep, he drips all over the place. It’s nasty. His little brother’s kind of a slob but being the baby, their ma just keeps letting him get away with it.

Noah hangs his belt off of one of the hooks behind the door before he turns to the mirrored vanity cabinet and takes a second to study his reflection.

His curls are wild and he’s pretty sure he can still spot sand in there. The bags under his eyes are puffy and a slightly deeper color than usual and— Noah leans in closer— his lips look like they’ve been bitten raw, no doubt courtesy of the wild rollercoaster ride of emotions he’d experienced overnight.

All in all, he looks like shit.

With an utterly drained sigh, Noah slips out of both his jeans and boxer briefs and tosses them into the hamper as well, before he throws open the shower curtain and steps into the bathtub.

He showers rather quickly— which is kind of a miracle because he’d honestly thought getting all the sand out of his hair would take a lot longer. He washes up in a sort of automatic way, his hands and body going through the motions, while his mind wanders.

He finds himself going over every single moment of the last twenty-four hours with a fine-toothed comb. From heading into the garage the day before, wondering if he’d ever see his mech friend again. To Mirage’s sudden miraculous return— which Noah can still hardly believe even happened. To spending the night with the bot on that beach in Long Island under the lighthouse.

And getting the chance to meet Ratchet. Noah makes a mental note to thank the medic when or even if he gets the chance.

Ratchet had managed to do what Noah couldn’t; fix Mirage.

Ratchet had been the one to right Noah’s colossal fuck-up with the plate he’d cracked in half.

Ratchet had given him his best friend back.

Noah owes him a lot.

His mind shifts then, turning his attention to the metaphorical elephant in the room; the offer to join the autobots on their, hopefully simple, scouting mission to Colorado.

He purposely ignores the tiny voice in the back of his head— the one that, obnoxiously, sounds like Reek— that tries to remind him the mission isn’t the only metaphorical elephant in the room.

There’s also the matter of Mirage’s completely spontaneous flirting.

Because, yeah, Noah can definitely recognize it for what it is now. He might not have any game himself but he’s not that dense.

Plus, Reek had clearly read and interpreted it as just so— coming to the assumption after hearing just one of Mirage’s lines.

The man had badgered Noah the whole way up to the apartment over it; over whether or not Noah had ‘fucked the car.’

He’s honestly more surprised over the fact that the man had managed to go straight from ‘the car talks’ to ‘did you fuck it, Noah’ than over the fact that Reek apparently has zero issues with Noah theoretically fucking a car.

Which is wild. Especially seeing as Reek is completely unaware that the aforementioned car is actually a twelve foot alien.

But he’s not thinking about any of that though.

No. He’s thinking about whether or not he’s ready to drop everything— drop his entire life, not that he really has much going on at the moment— to go on an impromptu road trip with a bunch of aliens. To the Rockies. To possibly locate another alien. One that may or may not be one of the bad guys.

“Fuck,” Noah sighs, reaching out to turn off the water.

He wonders when his life got so complicated.

Unbidden, a vivid image of Mirage fucking with him as he’d tried to jimmy the lock and open the door on the Porsche simultaneously comes to mind.

Right.

That’s when.

Noah pulls a towel out of the bathroom closet— a blue one because his ma has them color-coordinated and assigned; Noah’s are blue, Kris’ are green, and hers are red. The woman’s surprisingly laid back about a lot of stuff— for example, Kris being an utter slob— but bathroom linens are not one of them.

Noah’s not sure why and at this point in his life, he’s kind of scared to ask. It’s easier to just roll with it.

He dries off then wraps his towel around his waist and steps back over to the mirror so he can try and get his curls under control. If he doesn’t, they’ll just dry up all frizzy and crazy. And he hates it when that happens. Because he’s kind of lazy and he won’t bother trying to fix it, he’ll just wear a cap over it every time he steps out of the house until he washes his hair again.

When he’s satisfied, Noah turns and steps out of the bathroom.

“Damn, mami, that’s cold,” he instantly hears— Reek’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Why you gotta do me like that?”

The asshole is still in his house, hitting on his ma. The kitchen’s out of view from where Noah’s standing just outside the bathroom so he can’t see his friend but he narrows his eyes in that general direction anyway.

Then, an idea pops into his head. And his lips curl.

“Reek, man if you don’t get yo’ ass outta my house, I’ma tell Rosie from downstairs about your special friendship with that white girl from Staten Island!”

He hears an abrupt thud from the kitchen and watches gleefully as Reek trips his way across the room, apologizing to his ma and telling her he has to go because he thinks he, ‘left the stove on.’

Chump.

Noah grins when the front door slams, signifying the other man’s departure. Then he spins around and strolls languidly into his bedroom, lips pursed smugly. He shuts his bedroom door behind him with a foot so he can change into a fresh pair of boxer briefs then throws on a random pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater, before immediately throwing himself face first onto his bed, groaning loudly as his body relaxes into the mattress.

He gazes up at the stuff on his wall— his Wu-Tang Clan poster and his vinyl sleeves— for a moment. 

But he must fall asleep immediately after that because one second he’s blinking at the Puerto Rican flag on his wall and the next, he’s waking up on his side, facing the bedroom door, after hearing his name be called in a low sort of hiss.

Kris is standing underneath the frame of his bedroom door, staring at him with a sort of apprehensive look on his face. He keeps glancing back over his shoulder to his own room every other second.

“Hmm?” Noah slurs, still half-asleep and struggling to keep his eyes open. “Wassup, Tails?”

Kris’ wide-eyed gaze snaps back over to him.

“Dude, Knuckles is in my room.”

Noah groans, lifting a hand to wave the kid away.

“That don’t even make no sense, Kris,” he grunts out. “He wouldn’t fit.” With that said, Noah pulls his pillow out from beneath his face and covers his head with it, hoping his little brother will take it for what it is; a dismissal.

“He says he’s taking you to Colorado?”

It takes a second for Kris’ words to register.

But when they do, Noah’s pretty sure he sets the world record for the fastest anyone’s ever jumped out of bed

[f0point5]

intro throughts

Logan being a little pookie, a bit like cute hamster, but he got BUFFED over winter break, wouldn't recognize him if compared to his first race last year

Kevin looking normal, would appreciate maybe a little bit from distance, having his face that close was almost uncomfortable, not bad though

Zhou looking good, I love his hair

appreciate Daniel just smirking, not actual wide smile that close to the camera, love his beard, gives "your daughter calls me daddy" vibe

Nico challenging his pose for future political career

Valterri and his mullet plus his highlighter green suit, not great not terrible, looks better with the bleached hair (at least in my opinion)

Yuki looking like a robot, sorry our Japanese sweetheart they did you dirty

Alex and his natural hair, appreciate it, plus loving the white suit

not gonna lie, that shot of Ocon did things to me that I'm not so sure about

Pierre looking like he wants to kill you (knowing how tall he is, it's how he would have to look up to me as well, makes it quite funny), great shot of his eyes

Lance... where did that hair come from man?!

Oscar, oh my adored Mr Koala. not a bad word about you (insert Kris Jenner's "you're doing great sweetie") - his eyes his neck his hair, consider me dead thank you

George's eyes look so huge there, for some reason he reminds me of The Boss Baby 😂 good thing he didn't do anything stupid or cringe-y this time

can we talk about how proportionally perfect Carlos is? also those eyes see to your very SOUL you perverts!

they did Lando dirty, kinda sad that they did him from afar

Charles being Charles. no other words needed

NANDOOOO! Grandpa of the grid looking amazing, whoever decided to use this shot deserves a raise

Lewis looking like he's preparing for a boxing match, but in a weirdly hot way

not sure about Checo, he stands there kinda like a 🧍🏻‍♂️, love his eyes though

and Max. oh mister please have a mercy with my poor heart, that little smirk and those eyes will keep me awake at night!

that's it, I'm done 😂

Logan did indeed bulk up. I keep seeing videos of him in the paddock and I’m like damn son you had a lot of steak over Christmas.

Don’t talk to me about Ocon. I’m going through something with him at the minute and I’m deeply ashamed.

Oscar is really having a moment. I hope it lasts all year.

They need to stop doing close ups of Daniel.

I liked Lando’s actually. He is a short king but he’s a cutie, and Orange is his colour.

Fernando has definitely had Botox or a chemical peel and he is looking incredible. INCREDIBLE.

Lewis looking kinda hot ngl he isn’t a bit of me but that promo really was.

The Ferrari boys and just models. You can’t even judge them against the rest of the grid they’re just beautiful. The way this team has the two best looking drivers and Red is their colour…I’m going to miss Carlos next year.

Max. That smirk is going to haunt me. In there very best way.

[yourlowkeyidiot3]

Funny how the delta rune fandom treated Berdly as some supervillain and forced homo/transphobic and/or misogynist characteristics on him just to find a valid excuse to hate on him, when he is literally a CHILD that's HEAVILY implied to have been neglected by his parents, and made clear that he wasn't born smart and that he worked HARD for it. When in reality he really just wanted the best for Noelle and was manipulated by Queen. But then proceed to to treat the madman Spamton that literally sells you a damn torture device to two kids on the Alternative Route like a damn poor meow meow. Don't get me wrong Spams got an incredible sad backstory too but it's no excuse for what he did on the Weird Route.

Not saying you can't hate Berdly I just wish they had taken Queen's "there's nothing wrong with him he's just annoying" line to heart because that's it. That's all about it. There's nothing wrong with him, he isn't a super villain or anything like that he's just annoying, he's a TEENAGER for heaven's sake every damn teenager is annoying, Instead of pushing problematic characteristics on him.

Especially with making him "homophobic" when really. He respected Kris pronouns better than the whole fandom every did. (All the humans in ud/dr are non binary and only use they/them)

You want my honest opinion?

I believe Berdlys actually very damn brave and cares much for his friends. I absolutely love him and the Weird Route literally shows this:

He realised that something was wrong with Noelle and Kris. He realised that we were hurting Noelle, we were also hurting Kris too be unforntaly he doesn't know about this. But he didn't run away, no no instead he fought us, He wanted to protect Noelle. He wanted to stop what he realised was wrong, He also only targeted Kris because he believed they are hurting Noelle (when in reality it was us but like I said he doesn't know of this) and he isn't stupid he probably realised what Snowgrave was the moment he heard it. But he still didn't run away, I can't imagine how scared he must of been at his last moments but he still didn't run away. Because he cared too much to continue letting us hurt Noelle.

Again it's okay if you dislike Berdly I can understand why but the amount of mischaracterization he got was absolutely insane to me

[abubblingcandle]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 for whenever you want to share more from this new idea

Of course! I'm still plotting out what it is actually going to look like because Mission Give S1 Jamie All The Father Figures isn't really a full plot outline but rumbling on with it today!

“Morning love,” Higgins chimed, leaning closer to the phone even though he was using the Bluetooth in the car. Jamie couldn’t help but smile at the blatant old man move. He turned his head to lean against the window to hide his face and pretend he was still asleep. Damn painkillers, lowering his defences. At least he wouldn’t be in Manchester and feeling all off and soppy and weak. His dad wouldn’t think to look for him in Richmond because it’s a batshit crazy place for Jamie Tartt to be. His phone was burning a hole in his pocket, Jamie would have to turn it back on eventually but for this car ride he could just pretend that he was going on holiday with a friend in the off season. He could pretend that everything was ok for once in his life even as the world crumbled around him. “Hello darling, how is he?” Higgin’s wife’s voice echoed out of the crackly speakers. “Worn out the poor lad. He fell as sleep basically as soon as we got into the car and is out like a light. Although looking at the bag of drugs he’s on right now I’m not surprised,” Higgins scoffed a laugh. “Poor thing. I’ve got the roast in the oven. Kris has taken the boys out for the day so that there’s less critters under his feet when you get in and it’s less overwhelming,” Higgin’s wife explained. Jamie pressed his head against the cool glass of the window and screwed his eyes shut in a vain attempt to stop them misting up. These damn drugs. One person is slightly kind to him and he starts blubbering like an idiot.

[hotcat37]

She’s a Jance girly/gn 🥰🥰(she f4n *hates* Kris tho :’3,fr sniffed the screen when he came on N hissed at it-😭😭)

Your meow meow has good taste 🐈💕💕 Poor Kris tho damn 😭😭 I'm not sure if Kris is a cat or dog person or neither but it seems on brand for him to be bullied by animals for no reason <"3

[mysteryverse6]

Mystery kids remake comic pt 10

Dipper pines: So I ran some numbers and it looks like we're going to be in debt forever for the rest of our lives. What are we going to tell Stan? They have spot cyclones in Oregon, right? I'm sure every surgeon is crazy these days.

Rasputin Aquato: Technically, he is a dentist.

Mabel pines: | My dentist just happens to have one of those tiny little moustaches and is strangely fascinated by my uvula.

Coraline Jones: Dentist, baker, candle maker, what does it matter? This chuvai is crazy and he is outside, so I think we have bigger problems than your passive-aggressive uncle.

Dipper pines: Great Uncle

Coraline Jones: Great Uncle

Norman Babcock: I really don't want to bring this up right now, but there's still my dad's looming wrath.

Kris Dremurr: And my older brother too

Coraline Jones: Well, yes, so what. What do you think he and your older brother are doing now?

Mr Babcock: (angry) Let's try again. I need to see the mechanic.

Susan Wentworth: With a mechanic? Why didn't you say so right away?

Mr Babcock: (angry)

Susan Wentworth: You want Spanners O'Malley. You just missed him.

Mr Babcock: Okay, where can I find it?

Susan Wentworth: He's right on the street!

(there is an ambulance there)

Susan Wentworth: Poor Spanners O'Malley. He was the best mechanic in town. He was the ONLY mechanic in town.

Mr Babcock: I hope it wasn't the coffee that did this to him.

Susan Wentworth: Of course not. It was his cat allergy.

(Mr Babcock disgust goes away)

Susan Wentworth: Oh no, you're going to beg for affection around the coffee again!

Norman Babcock: He'll be fine. At least as long as he's looking for us, so what about you?

Sheriff Blubs: be more careful, this is part of the preparation, neatly, neatly almost there.

Deputy Durland: (but he lost) Damn I almost took the treasure.

Sheriff Blubs: The real treasure is the time spent together

Asriel Dremurr: Great, now let's move on to the important matter, about the cries of the mad scientist.

Sheriff Blubs: Oh, sorry, we played a little too much.

Asriel Dremurr: That's what it looks like

Sheriff Blubs: Yes, we know about the mad scientist, our operatives are already on their way to the Mystery Shack, but for now, go to your place and lock yourself in your home well

Asriel Dremurr: Thank you very much Sheriff

Another employee: The whole crew Steve puts a whole melon in his mouth, I repeat, a whole melon

Deputy Durland: This is 2316

Sheriff Blubs: We are leaving

(Asriel Dremurr angry)

Kris Dremurr: He'll be fine.

Coraline Jones: Okay, before that happens, I think we should take care of our friend, the psi-dentist. Who is in favor of not dying tonight?

All: is

Dipper pines: So question to Kris and Susie, did you really move here?

Susie: Yes, we came here for the whole summer, as brother Krisa said, we need to relax in the village.

Mabel pines: True, my brother and I also came for the whole summer, and we also shouted

Dipper pines: So we've already sorted this out... so

(Coraline Jones points to the name)

Dipper pines: Caroline

Coraline Jones: Coraline

Dipper pines: I'm sorry, Coraline. Well, what should we do?

Rasputin Aquato: YOU don't have to do anything Agents of Razputin Aquato

Lili Zanotto: And Lily Zanotto, from Psychonauts, and Dr. Caligosto Loboto is wanted by the Psychonautical Research Bureau for crimes against the psyche.

[chuckeroo777]

Deltarune Bingo

So, with the release of the new beta test, this seems like a good time to look at my old bingo card I made shortly after chapter two’s release.

B1: Not entirely sure what I meant by this. I currently believe the Weird Route will get to the end. I currently subscribe to the idea that the roaring and the angel’s heaven are two separate apocalypses that will lead to the same ending but with very different paths.

B2: Seam is so hard to get a read on. He’s so sus, but also dispassionate enough that I’m not sure what could motivate him to go against us.

B3: Really, who else would it be? But this prediction notably specifies final secret boss, not a main story boss.

B4: Onionsan is either complete nonsense, or the keystone that will reveal everything. No in between.

B5: Lol, typo. This would be cute, but is dependent on a lot of variables we don’t know yet.

I1: Assuming he isn’t the knight (he totally isn’t), I just think it would be funny and very in character for Sans to just keep stringing us along.

I2: I just think he’s neat.

I3: Almost certain. Poor guy. Hopefully he can get with Rudy.

I4: Considering my current stance on Ralsei’s role (He was made by Kris to act as a minder for the soul), I’m no longer sure how likely this is. Susie is probably more likely to turn.

I5: Lmao, I have since become a Kris knight supporter.

N1: ACAB aside, Undyne is very much the sort of person I think Susie would really admire.

N2: Currently leaning more towards them being Frisk, but I’m not sure if this will even be revealed or relevant.

N3: I listened to Power of Spamton on loop for a whole weekend. Suffice to say, Toby is good.

N4: Obviously it won’t actually be him, but between the trash flowers and the seven flowers in Asgore’s shop, I’m sure a Flowey-like darkner will show up at some point.

N5: This is probably wishful thinking on my part. I just want to know more about humans in this verse. Seriously, what’s their deal?

G1: …nah. Maybe we’ll echo the mad dummy fight, and Toby will bail us out against Wing Gaster.

G2: Timeloop? Maybe not. I still think Gerson went on dark world adventures back in his day.

G3: If the dark world can bring life to inanimate objects, could it allow a soulless body and a bodyless soul to function as independent beings?

G4: I like how in both chapters so far, you can defeat the super difficult secret bosses before you even meet Rouxls Kaard.

G5: I am very curious how the How to Draw Dragons darkner will play out. I’m imagining the deconstructed damsel, but as a slutty dragon.

O1: Napstablook will either be the most majestic thing ever, or exactly the same.

O2: Seems to have been confirmed, since Spamton blames Tenna.

O3: Just. The Spamton sweepstakes. Just all of it.

O4: There’s no way Sans can live up to fan expectations, so why even bother?

O5: Frighteningly, there is a decent chance he becomes a major character. That damn gumball machine suggests Ice-e’s will be big.

Overall, my predictions are reasonable, even if my theories have shifted over time.

[silverstormsxx]

The Overgrowth Route - A Deltarune Weird Route Concept

Okay so toriel weird route... but instead of fire magic, she has plant magic!

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Your father had once told you something.

This was before the incident with the girl whose presence would be felt looming over the town, even if she wasn't there physically. Before the love of your mother and father, which once seemed so pure and eternal, declined and became nothing more than a fleeting memory. Before your big brother and best brother had left for college, abandoning you amidst all the fear you were experiencing and leaving you to fend for yourself. Before all of the pain.

He wasn't as into gardening as he was now but it was still a hobby he frequently partook in.

He had been showing you one of the loveliest flowers you had ever seen. It was a lively shade of rose, which glinted in the sunlight which such elegance that you thought you were looking at something that came from heaven itself.

"It's called a carnation, Kris," He had explained to you, chuckling as he closely observed the sheer awe in your eyes, "It represents a mother's love and devotion. Back in the day, I got it for your mother on one of our first dates. Ever since then, it's been her favorite flower."

"Remember, Kris.." He had looked to you in your brilliant vermillion eyes, obscured by the bangs of your tangled auburn hair, his eyes a comforting shade of olive, "Your Mom will always be there for you. If you're scared, or hurt.. she'll always come to make it all better. What she wants the most.."

He rustled your hair, slightly causing your crimson horns to slip out of place.

"Is to see you happy."

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You despised the color red.

They was the only thought you could form as your body propelled itself in front of the various bullets that were thrown at you. You grinded your teeth together as you put every ounce of your being into holding back the sounds of you wincing, or flinching, or anything that suggested that you were seriously injured.

You refused to give the.. the parasite that dwelled within you the satisfaction of seeing you obviously in pain. Besides, maybe if you seemed somewhat okay, your mother would stop following 'your' commands to dispatch every Darkner you two saw-

❤ Vinetrap.

You lifted your head up, beginning to feel a since of hopelessness well up inside you as you saw vines begin to slowly wrap around the limbs of the Darkner you were fighting, lined with impossibly sharp thorns that seemed to ooze with an inexplicable venom.

The Darkner shivered and began to squirm, trying to escape from its inevitable fate. The thorns piercing its skin, injecting it with poison, rendered it unable to send out any attacks as its turn passed by quickly.

"My child," Your mother's voice was as soothing and gentle as it always was - but also quieter, and with something.. darker lurking beneath it, "Shall I..?"

❤ Eden's Paradise.

Nodding, your mother closed her eyes shut, resolving herself to following the orders of the damned leech that lived within the ivory walls of your ribcage, pulsing happily as it watched her focus on casting the spell.

The poor, poor Darkner began to slowly, yet surely turn to stone. It began to call out for help as it was petrified alive. Once the stone reaches its face, the sound was muffled considerably. Its eyes still darted around, fully conscious and aware of everything around it.

Moss began to sprout on it, unnaturally bright and verdant green. The patches grew larger and larger, spreading until it practically covered everything. Flowers began to bloom from those patches - roses, a striking red that seemed to consume every single little thing, chrysanthemums, each a breathtaking amaranth pink with an earthy yellow center, snapdragons, resembling a glorious sunset on shades of xanthous orange and rosy magenta, and much more as the eyes of the Darkner glazed over and went blank.

...

You won!

Got 152 D$.

Toriel became stronger.

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[glitch-the-artist]

Sprite stuff, lol.

anyways here is a quick description of everyone here from my chapter 3 take.

toriel: due to dark worlds only allowing people at a certain age to enter, she is now a teenager like Kris, and is unable to remember anything past her teenage years (including how Kris is her child, so ya that sucks)

napstablook: also became a teenager when entering the dark world, he is basically the leader of static seas police and shows up near the end of the chapter. Not much else to mention, lol. Also when them and toriel leave the dark world, they will think of the entire thing as some dream they had in the past. So ya that’s also very fun.

mike smarts: okay we are getting into the new guys now, Mike is a cat phone darkener who kinda loves to go on a revolution against how people who are more popular are the wealthiest. His light world form is toriels cell phone she used at the end of chapter 2. Also he is spamtons 2nd ex, damn poor spammy, Mike took the kids. Also he is the person ya gotta manipulate to do the weird route, aka the screen burn route.

tenna: they are totally a shadowman! Why would you think not? They are the leader of the midnight crew, consisting of a type of mafia that was run by a bunch of shadow men. His light world form is a tv ad (cuz he is a Addison, lol)

rook: the big bad of chapter 3, they stay away from Kris and their team, but still interacts with them by using a bunch of tv like robots so he can make them do a bunch of acting shit. You meet him at last near the final boss, when you sneak inside his penthouse and try to seal the fountain. His light world form is the tv in Kris’s house

filmso: a old film camera guy who hates his job as a janitor, he used to be a big time director, till the eventual downfall of a certain series involving a cowboy. Now he spends his time at the dump and green room, where he sweeps the floors and questions his very life existence. He also goes insane in the screen burn route and fights you like Spamton did. His light world object is a old black and white movie airing on tv.

cat burn: a funny cat chef who wants you to cook with him, his light world form is that cool show with the cat y’all saw in chapter 2.

Bobby and hoppy: a tired children’s tv show host who doesn’t want to preform, their light world form is some children’s tv show on the television.

cathode: a detective in static seas who wants to take down the midnight crew’s mafia business, his light world form is a detective film.

creslint and cloudia: 2 weather men who tells people in static seas the weather, their light world form is a news channel.

RAILY D. ROUNDUP: YEEHAW LASSY! YA KNOW ME WELL AND YOU DONT NEED ME TO INTRODUCE MYSELF!!! HAHAHOHO!!

light world form is a old green crayon in the trash.

[landothemuppet]

I’m gonna explain how it was to meet Lando Norris 🧡 at the airport. This guy is really a sweetheart 🥰❤️.

First you all need to know that I spend the whole day at the airport😩. I was there at 9.30am and Lando arrived around nearly 9pm.

With my friend we were told that Lando was supposed to arrive at the private jet parking as Charles did (and we missed Charles, but long story short, it was a mess. More than 50 people were waiting for him, some of them literally jumped in front of his car to stop him for a pic, he was with Joris, poor them really 😩)

So, I was waiting at the parking private jet when my other friend Kris called me on my phone, saying: « he’s here ». With my friend we took the car, he drove so fast and dropped me at the entrance of the airport parking. I ran for my life…. Do you know Usain Bolt…. I felt like him but with throwing lungs…

I arrived at the terminal and Lando was there 🥰 handsome, pretty sweet and cute 🥰 . So I walked to him and I gave him my gifts bag with bracelet and treats (chocolates, chupachups lollipop, speculoos and some Belgian candies). He was like « for me? » and I told him yes yes. I think he thought I was desperate but I was so ran out of air after my race through the airport parking 😅. I asked him if he could give the gift bag my friend made for Charles to Charles (obviously) because we missed him and he asked again « to Charles ? » and I was so embarrassed. But he took the bag. Thanks to him, really 🙏🥰

I took a pic with him and I asked him if he could write my next tattoo. I already had written the sentence in my notebook for him. He laughed nervously but not really embarrassed but way more like « oh god so nervous to fuck this » (it’s my interpretation but I feel the little laugh meant that ).

He wrote a first time my tattoo and asked me if it was okay. I told him it was okay but he said « Nah, I do it again ». 😂 So he wrote it a second time with a smiley face at the end of the sentence. He was a REAL sweetheart 🥰

I think it took him close to 20 min to go to his car but he was so nice because he really took the time to take pic with many fans, collecting gifts and signing many many things (helmet, notebook, T-shirt). My friend asked him to sign a Ferrari t-shirt and Lando was 😩🤭 but after my friend told him it was for a gift for his friend, Lando laughed like « ok you’re forgiven »😝.

I swear he was a real sweetheart 🥰. Oh and he’s kinda tall. I mean as a short person, everyone’s taller than me but Lando isn’t short, he’s tall, average heigh for a man but he’s not as short as people think he is. And he’s pretty, for real he’s damn good looking. Pics on the internet don’t lie, I swear 🥰❤️.

That’s all for me. 🥰 I’m happy and wanted to share this story with you guys