#alex tag

[dirtbagdefender]

[emilykaldwen]

@foxinthegodswood thinking about them hours

(art by @murmel-malt)

[ryan-sometimes]

Introducing my fraternity friends with a thing they did:

Alex:

had to zoom into our fraternity elections because he was too busy fucking some guy.

Sattwik:

has all of our live locations on his phone and stalks us throughout the day. One time I was late to a party and Sattwik saw I was at my smoke spot and then proceeded to announce to the entire party that I would be showing up high.

Marlo:

had her phone stolen last month and had to walk around with a flip phone for a while. This was much to Sattwik’s annoyance as he could no longer stalk her location. She now has a burner phone like a drug dealer.

Daria:

once hit a 24 in 24 (fucking 24 times in 24 hours) and she says only the last 8 or so were for the sake of the streak. The first 16 happened organically.

Matthew:

brought a gallon of milk to my 21st birthday party and spent all night drinking it. He went home sober. That wasn’t even his first time drinking nothing but milk at a college party. In fact his Denny’s order is boneless wings and a glass of milk.

Eve:

At a past Denny’s hangout, Matthew was eating a dish with sausages. He went to the bathroom to return to one his sausages missing. He was convinced it was Eve. Eve has taken it upon herself to psychologically torture Matthew by telling other people she’d eaten his sausage, but as soon as he shows up, she denies it with her entire being. This has driven Matthew to the point of absolute madness and he went to the extent of secretly acquiring a recording of Eve admitting to the sausage theft. I genuinely have no idea whether she took the sausage or not.

Blake:

lost his virginity by being invited by a girl he barely knew to cuck her boyfriend.

[kitvinn]

got possessed by demons to make some tf2 warrior cats

[thewickerking]

sorry if this is how you found out 🫡

[sincerelylancelot]

6. things you said under the stars and in the grass - strollstappen

snippets from the if you could see 'em now verse

“Your dad’s gonna be pissed if he finds you up here.”

Lance just shrugs, the sound of Max’s familiar footfalls and slight foreign lisp giving him away before his face even pops into view.

“Mom says he needs to start walking more anyway, so if he can’t make it up here, it’s not my fault,” Lance replies nonchalantly, staring up at the sky but losing count of the stars. 

He’s lying back on the grassy hill overlooking the bustling chaos of the Cowtown Coliseum, the air buzzing with excitement as the Bull Riders World Finals approach their climax. Max stands there for a moment, arms crossed, before plonking himself down in the grass beside Lance. His hands instantly go to the laces of his shoes. 

They’re scuffed, stained, and falling apart; the kind of thing Lance knows Michael would hate. Remnants of a past life Max can’t let go of. 

“You always do this,” Max accuses, yanking at a loose thread on his shoe. “And then Michael has a go at me because Lawrence is pissed at you.”

Lance huffs, pushing himself up on his elbows to meet Max’s gaze. “Then don’t come up here, genius. Go play with Mick or something.”

“Mick’s a baby,” Max snaps, wrinkling his nose. “He cries about the bulls too much. Michael says he’s too soft. You know how he gets when someone says that.”

Mick didn’t like the idea of hurting the bulls. Lance remembers hearing their dads complain about Mick months ago, saying he didn’t have a stomach for the sport.

Lance had bitten his tongue back then, knowing his opinion wouldn’t matter. Max doesn’t bother hiding his own disgust, though—his face twisted with all the righteous indignation an eleven-year-old could muster.

It doesn’t last long. Max’s chest puffs out suddenly, pride lighting up his face. “Michael says I’d make a better bull rider anyway. They’re gonna get me lessons when I turn twelve.”

Lance’s frown deepens, an odd chill prickling down his spine like the winter winds back home in Montreal.

“Yeah, well, good for you,” he mutters, lying back down and staring at the sky again, his jaw tight.

Max continues to chatter, but Lance tunes it out into white noise. It feels like an assault, the press of Max’s ambitions sitting squarely on Lance’s chest and suffocating him.

That strange feeling lingers long after Max climbs back down the hill. It sticks with Lance for years, settling on him like frost on a January morning. Persisting through every whispered conversation about Max’s natural talent, every wide-eyed story of another milestone he’s crushed. 

He struggles to name it but it grows, twisting in his chest like a bull knot pulled too tight. 

It’s not until almost a decade later, when he’s staring into Max’s sharp blue eyes across the bullpen, that Lance finally recognises it for what it always was: resentment.

—

“I thought I’d find you up here.”

The lisp is still there, though the tone is deeper now. It holds a fondness that Lance thought he’d long lost. He turns his head slightly, enough to glance at Max standing a few feet away.

“Needed some space to think,” Lance mutters.

The hill hasn’t changed much over the years. It’s the same patch of grass overlooking the chaos of the coliseum below.

It’s not the first time he’s retreated here to sit in the dark, nurturing the ghost of Max by his side; speaking words that met nothing but the cool Texan night. Now, with Max beside him in the flesh, it feels both grounding and unsettling, like a ship finally docking after years adrift.

But loneliness has carved itself into him and Lance feels the edge of instinct itching for him to push Max away again. Urging him to keep the hillside and all its countless stars to himself, the same way Max had forced him to exist for over a decade.

He doesn’t give in to his wants. Instead, he pats the grass by his hip, his hand so much more encompassing in the space than when they were children.

Max hesitates for only a moment before sitting down, close enough that their shoulders almost brush. “What’s so important that you had to leave Liam to fend for himself with the other wives?” he asks, trying for mirth

It works, just enough to quirk up Lance’s smile for a moment before the storm clouds win out and coat his tongue.

“I’m… I’m thinking of telling Dad,” he admits.

Max doesn’t react immediately but Lance hears the sharp intake of breath. It’s tiny, barely audible, but then Max’s hand is there, covering Lance’s where it’s tearing grass out of the ground.

“He wants us over for the holidays this year,” Lance continues, voice quieter now. “Hanukkah falls on the same day as Christmas. And he, uh… He knows we’re friends again, at least he thinks he does. He invited Michael and Mick, too.”

Max shifts closer, his shoulder brushing against Lance’s arm, the warmth of him tangible. “Are you worried he won’t take it well?”

Lance hesitates, his gaze fixed on the stars above. “I don’t know. I mean… part of me thinks it will all be fine, but another part of me…” He trails off, his voice cracking. “What if it changes everything? What if—”

“Lance,” Max interrupts gently, his tone steady. “Whatever happens, I’m here. We’re here. You don’t have to go through it alone.”

Lance swallows hard, the words he wants to say getting caught somewhere between his thoughts and his throat. 

Down the hill, he hears a familiar voice calling, and both men turn to see Liam, red-faced, half-stumbling to make his way up the incline, his face lit with determination.

“Anyway, Liam can charm anyone, even ol’ Lawrence Stroll,” Max adds with a small smile.

[solivagantingrebel]

Nothing like my beloved's writing to remind me that the sun is warm and the skies are blue and the world is alive and human connection is real and life is beautiful and every day I wake up is a day I get to live in a world where he's also alive and I'm so utterly and completely in love

[funeralvenues]

yayyyy!!! 💖💖💖

[pussyandpastries]

i am one of three people in the world who understands donnie darko.

[dirtbagdefender]

[emilykaldwen]

So many many thanks to my beloved @vampire-exgirlfriend for this BEAUTIFUL COMMISSION she had done through the amazing @murmel-malt

I am SO OVERWHELMED LOOKIT MY BABIES!!! This is such post-Maiden vibes. This is Abby and Aegon at peace and at love and he’s slutting it up with his open shirt trying to entice his wife and they’re so in love and IM SO IN LOVE!!

Also omg that dress on Abby!!!

[cowboys-bones]

Everyone look at my favorite OC Alex. right now

[lumiereandcogsworth]

okay so I was thinking about robselle (shocking) and how Giselle definitely grows her hair back out eventually, which leads to Robert waking up to a face full of messy curls. and then THAT got me thinking, both your blorbos have long(ish) hair. does belle ever wake up to adam's hair in her face ?? or vice versa? this is kinda just an excuse to talk about blorbos hair really

eeeee how fun!!! okay i will begin by linking this post because believe it or not i’ve actually made a whole thing about belle + hair headcanons. i don’t know what compelled me to do that that day but it’s a good one. BUT, we Must have more!!!

i think it’s absolutely possible that they’ve both woken up with face-fulls of the other’s hair. belle is usually the one that’s up in his space, more often than not, so it’s usually adam who wakes up in her hair.

i’ve written this into a fic (here) but i love belle braiding hair as a stim, and i think she makes little braids in adam’s hair a lot. like in how to train your dragon 2?? that scene near the beginning where he just has little braids in his hair from her?? yeah <3

another little thing is that she loves to do is mess up his hair when it’s wet after he’s bathed. like he’ll come out with a towel around his waist and he’s using another smaller towel to dry his hair and belle runs over and grabs the smaller towel out of his hands and she proceeds to mess it up a bunch so that when she pulls away, his hair is all flat in front of his face. and he’s like “are you done?” and she laughs and says “yes💖” and he flips his hair back and rolls his eyes

sometimes when she’s feeling extra pranky and she rips the towel from around his waist and runs away. but that’s for another time (although she kind of does something similar here lol)

anywayyy adam is very fussy about his hair, as you can imagine. he has a standing appointment like every other week to get it properly trimmed and set. he likes his barber because they don’t talk. it’s like ron swanson and his barber. NO WORDS. so adam finds the experience relaxing and kind of a respite from the stresses of life

he used to never have his hair down except for being in bed. like from the moment he woke up he would tie it back with something. but since being with belle he actually does have it down a bit more often. still always tied back for being in public, but if he has a day off and he’s just with his family, it MAY be down. if he’s feeling ~wild~

speaking of his family, all his kiddos absolutely love to put things in his hair. flowers, crowns, pins, ribbons, clips, you name it! it’s not his Favorite activity, but ugh, he just can’t say no to them 🤧

MOST importantly, and this is truly crucial, is that adam loooooves when belle plays with his hair. anything from braiding to stroking to massaging his scalp. it just knocks him OUT. one of his absolute HAPPY PLACES is laying on belle’s chest, eyes closed, and she’s either humming or rambling or reading aloud. and it’s just… bliss 🥹✨

belle loves the way that adam likes to stim with HER hair. if he’s not reaching for her hand to play with, he’s raising his hand to a strand of her hair and he’s twirling it while they speak. it’s SO cute and she has to be so inwardly fond about it. true tragedy is when belle’s hair is up in a bun, and her hands are full, so what is adam supposed to stim with!!!!!!!!!! (probably her earrings or just put a hand on her waist or he’ll insist on taking the things she’s holding so he can use his other hand to hold hers <3 he’ll find a way to be physically affectionate with his wife!!!!!)

as a last note, i think belle really loves when adam’s hair is messy in the morning. she just in general loves how he looks when he’s sleepy; tired eyes and grumpy face and messy hair, all wrapped in his robe and holding his morning tea. AGH he’s so cute!!

[silassstingy]

@dear-massacre alex i would bet $100 it's the 911 fandom... 👀🤭

[sincerelylancelot]

∆ DO OVER - flowers :knife:

Not quite a do over but an additional, for all of you libra's that need some justice for Lando. mwah !!

( additional snippet for from my body, flowers shall grow )

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It has been four months and eight days since Lando when Oscar sees him again.

He’s sitting on a train bound for King’s Cross, the grey chill of the Edinburgh morning still lingering in his bones. The rhythmic roll of the carriage threatens to pull him into a doze when something catches his eye. A woman across from him has a newspaper folded over to the crossword section, the broadsheet crinkled at the edges. It’s only by chance that his gaze flickers to the half-visible image on the front page.

Oscar tilts his head, straining for a clearer view, and his stomach twists when he confirms what he’s seeing.

Staring back at him in black and white is Carlos Sainz Jr. He’s dressed in a suit, but his hands are cuffed behind his back. The bold, capitalised headline beneath the grainy photograph reads: "Son of Santander Banking CEO Extradited to Australia to Await Trial." The rest of the story is cut off, swallowed by the crease of the page.

A sharp wave of nausea rolls through him, sudden and unrelenting. His throat tightens as he swallows against it, but a strangled cough forces its way out anyway. The noise draws the attention of a girl across the aisle, her gaze flickers to him, sympathy evident in her expression, though she subtly shifts further away.

Oscar forces a weak smile in return, cheeks flaring with embarrassment as he fumbles for his phone. His fingers are stiff, clumsy against the fabric of his pocket. The E-SIM signal is weak, flickering in and out. They’re still deep in the British countryside, surrounded by patchy service and the tip-tap of rain against the carriage windows.

He exhales sharply, tapping at the screen as if that might help. Fuck.

There are still four hours before they’ll pull into London, but the gnaw of unanswered anxiety is clawing its way up his throat like hysteria. He clears his throat again, apparently enough for the girl to get up and move seats, before leaning forward and trying to catch the older woman’s attention.

“Hey, uh, do you mind if I see the front page?”

She eyes him, gaze flicking from his accent to the windburn on his cheeks, then to the slight green around his gills before she offers a soft smile.

“Oh, of course, darling.”

Her voice is a gentle Scottish lilt, so unlike Lando’s that Oscar is silently grateful that it doesn’t shatter the last of his nerves.

The broadsheet crinkles as she pulls away the necessary pages, glancing over the article before passing it to him with a quiet tut.

“Truly a tragedy, that one. Seemed like such a lovely boy.”

When Oscar flattens out the paper, Lando’s face stares up at him from the corner.  He blinks rapidly, willing the tightness in his chest to subside, forcing down the sob that clogs his throat.

Underneath the headline outlines everything Oscar already knew and more. How anonymous submitted evidence had linked Carlos to the mysterious death of Lando Norris, beloved son to one of the UK’s wealthiest families. There’s a photo of Lando and his siblings, and then one of the sisters from after, their eyes sad and sunken. 

"Carlos Sainz Jr. will be extradited to Australia to stand trial before the Supreme Court of New South Wales on June 22. Both UK and Spanish authorities have denied bail, citing significant flight risk. Legal experts suggest a conviction could carry a life sentence under Australian law."

Oscar grips the edges of the paper so tightly that the ink smudges beneath his fingertips. The world outside the train blurs into muted greens and greys, but all he can see is Lando; his smile, his laugh, the warmth of him.

And then Carlos. Bound in chains.

Somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.

[solivagantingrebel]

HOW,,, HOW DID I NOT GET THE NOTIFICATION FOR THIS OH MY GOD

Strangling Tumblr rn, and giving you the sweetest kiss on your forehead ever.