#YAY FOR P2

[chriss-club]

what a sight for sore eyes

literally

[skitskatdacat63]

How did I never hear this radio until the brawn doc hahahaha

[carlandoscars]

mclaren: Onto the summer break. 🧡

[memorysuace]

my favorite characters who Deserved Better™️

ummm outfit swap becauee its fun....

[sysig]

Portal 2 replay review: Hrmnnngggngmngm 💕💖💝💞✨❤️💗

[optimus-rhyme]

I’m nromal

[mesmir-ized]

merry christmas to those who celebrate~

[ichorblossoms]

wip wednesday first edition yeeeeeehhaaaawwww

cannot guarantee this will happen every wednesday but! i am...trying to get more into the writing habit and testing to see if posting little snippets every so often will help

this is half-edited first draft stuff that has not been proofread by anyone but myself so a) don't expect like, novel-quality stuff b) i still need to figure out names so there are placeholders sometimes c) scenes may end up entirely different down the line or scrapped altogether ✌️

--- [P1- Yarrow POV, he/him for Yarrow, they/them for Grimm*] *there might be some instances of Yarrow using they/them here, on account of this being half-edited <3

Yarrow felt not unlike a small child who was told to patiently sit and wait until an adult came to pick him up, except he was a twenty-three-year-old in a saloon, in a town he didn’t know existed until two days ago.

After a greasy lunch, Grimm had stood and announced they were going to find the two of them a place to stay for at least the night, and that it would be back in an hour or two. And now, about an hour after that, Yarrow was left alone, however many miles away from <city> with nothing but a wallet (still with $30 in it) and an outlaw’s word. I might be dead within a week.

He took a deep breath, trust them, they would have killed you by now if that was the plan. Hell, they could have left you in the desert. Maybe Grimm just didn’t want blood on their hands and decided to leave now… around and around his mind went. Yarrow tugged and fiddled with the bandana around his neck, feeling all the while that it was a shitty costume and not the real thing.

Yarrow sat there long enough for the after-work crowd to begin shuffling in. Rugged miners covered in dust began to take seats at the booths, chatting about how they were looking forward to a meal or complaining about how much of a dick their boss was today. I hope I’m not taking anyone’s spot. A few eyed him curiously, but didn’t give him much thought, not enough to warrant talking to him, anyways. He couldn’t tell if the bouncing leg was nervous or normal fidgeting.

Grimm came through the door twenty or so minutes later and drew no attention as they nonchalantly walked over to the booth they had left Yarrow, “Let’s get going, got us a place for the night.”

[the two of them stand at a shabby motel, not at the front entrance]

This was about what he expected, in all honesty. 

“So, what room number are we staying in tonight?”

“Didn’t catch it.”

He bit down what was probably the fiftieth question he had for Grimm that day and trusted that Grimm had a plan. Yarrow wasn’t sure what kind of trust he would have to earn to be let in on said plans, but he could admit he was disappointed he hadn’t already earned it. The manners usually work…

When Grimm stopped, it wasn’t at the front of one of the rooms, but a back window. They held out the two grocery bags towards Yarrow, studying the window instead of making eye contact. Yarrow took the bags with a suspicion as to where this was going. Trying to be remotely helpful, he looked around for security cameras and discovered there weren’t any, at least, not any that he could see. Odd, they were all over the place in <city>.

A click brought his attention back to Grimm, who opened the window and was now sliding it open. He could see a small room with a single bed, nightstand, chair, coffee table, and presumably a bathroom or closet.

“After you,” the outlaw flourished towards the motel room, as if to give Yarrow the honors of trespassing. He handed the grocery bags to Grimm.

Working out maybe once a month back in <city> had, predictably, done him no favors in getting up and over the chest-height window ledge. It took him two tries to hoist himself up and over, and he hoped for the sake of Grimm’s plan and his dignity there were truly no security cameras around. Once he was safely back on two feet, Grimm handed him the bags through the window, once again without making eye contact, though this time it was probably out of embarrassment.

Unsurprisingly, Grimm was up and through the window in a single smooth arc of motion, looking way cooler than they had the right to. It didn’t even snag on the window. 

[jamminvroomvroom]

2 year old brother + 7 month old puppy + chaotic race = 10/10 would not recommend

[formulapisces]

okay logging off now lando p3 yay bye guys see you later with maybe a new aesthetic and url

[gamerzylo]

Title: Truck Stop Rating: T Ship: P1 x P2 x P3 x P4 x Redux Summary: The Dudes take a break from driving around the Arizona desert when Alt decides to pay P2 a visit, much to P2's chagrin. Note: P3 and Alternate Dude aren't the same guy in this

AO3: Here

[phospolipid-bilayer]

Roleswap is pretty fun but I kinda want them to still have their base characteristics and backgrounds. Like Dankovsky the Changeling is still a relatively normal doctor from the Capital searching for a way to end death. Clara the Haruspex still came from Earth and has an evil twin sister running around. Something like that. Don't know how it would work though.

[skitskatdacat63]

2009 Spanish Grand Prix - Jenson Button(ft. Rubens Barrichello & Mark Webber)

[starrynyxa]

you guys dont get it the appeal of the insane truthers is the fact that they are insane

[inquisitiveheretic]

hi!! i read a few of your p2 fics and just wanted to pop over to say how much i liked them. you do a masterful job of like… atmosphere… knife-incisive explorations of psychology…shot through w humor and just plain good prose/writing. thanks also for your particular flavor of patrick who feels a little bit like an indulgent plush velvet glove over a steel hand. always room for more of that in the world🫡 thanks for writing!

WOW omg thank u this is so sweet :'-) <3 and yeah that's my fav conception of patrick! "plush velvet glove over steel hand" is a great description. the 'nice but not necessarily kind' thing is a delight to me, i like that he comes off sweet but has hard edges

[killa-trav]

okay i've caught up on the race n all i'm going to say is it's such a shame a place like brazil who have an absolute phenomenal track hasn't held a race since 2021 like such a shame