#also thank you for sending this now i wanted to talk to you!! and i thougt I'd have to wait longer 🤣

[koalapastries-writes]

drivers reaction to realising they’re the sugar baby/ they earn less money in the relationship haha

also i am deciding to become spoon anon (if it’s not taken haha)

it's not taken!

also sugar baby!drivers is an excellent concept. we should talk abt it a lot. please.

alex albon:

lowkey not surprised

you don't make a big deal about how much money you have/earn

you probably live like a (mostly) normal person who just happens to be able to afford to go to a lot of races

but there were clues

totally brags about it all the time

he probably doesn't spend your money all that much tbh

and he'll never admit how much he likes it when you buy him gifts for no reason

charles leclerc:

GIVE THIS MAN THE PRINCESS TREATMENT HE DESERVES!!!!

he's like that shocked pikachu face when he finds out

totally blindsided

i mean he knew you weren't struggling or anything but he never expected you to be earning more than him?

definitely questions the entire relationship dynamic lmao

and then very comfortably settles into his rightful role of passenger princess

you are the only person he'll let drive him around without freaking out

(also probably into pretending that he's actually your sugar baby when he sends you personal photos)

franco colapinto:

this boy talks abt being poor so much he probably assumed you made more money than he did

still probably only thought you made like a comfortable wage and not more than an actual f1 salary?

takes a longggggg time for him to be comfortable with you spending money on him

when he does though ... he gets so giggly whenever you give him presents istg

kinda loves that he can just pretend to be your trophy boyfriend

jenson button:

post-retirement he's surprised but like. it's much more feasible?

still takes him a minute to get his head around but then he's always teasing you about making you pay for dates and everything

pre-retirement though? he is a MENACE

he's using your card for literally everything and absolutely will not shut up about being a sugar baby to the other drivers (even though you're actually his boyfriend and not just his sugar daddy)

side note but he'd definitely be using your money to buy himself sex toys and stuff and then sending you cheeky texts thanking you for the 'gift' and a photo of him using it

kimi antonelli:

surprised but pleasantly

definitely holds it over ollie's head

loveloveloves being your trophy boyfriend

like he's a literal f1 driver now and he's walking around telling people about how his boyfriend bought him his dream (road) car

very cute

kimi raikkonen:

kinda doesn't care but still kinda likes it?

he doesn't want you to spend tons of money on him

but he likes that you could

also likes homemade things a lot more than if you bought him something mega expensive?

he'd take cooking together over a fancy restaurant any day

lance stroll:

did not think it was possible

and tbf neither did anyone else

the whole internet thought you were a gold digger

lance knew it was possibility but he was like. ykw he's hot and i love him idc.

and then he catches a glimpse of your bank account one day and his eyes nearly fall out of his head

kind of loses his mind a little bit?

can't talk to you without stuttering and blushing for DAYS

secretly likes it when you call him a princess

yes this is a reference to the "call me a pillow princess the way i sleep forever and ever" post

oscar piastri:

silently proud

lets you pay for everything (you WILL fight him for the cheque)

kinda loves that you just quietly take care of him?

won't really tell anyone other than his family and maybe logan because it came up once

you would definitely take care of his whole family at the drop of a hat

guys i think i may have fallen in love with sugar baby!drivers

[crimsonwolf715]

Anaphylactic Response

(Not me having to read four of @Moonlight1234’s fics {on Ao3} to properly portray Damian 😭. Don’t worry, I talked with them about it first. Eventually I’ll be able to do it without help, y’all. 🙏 Thanks to my beta reader for reading over everything. 🎉 Also as a random little note, happy birthday to Barbara Gordon! TW: Anaphylaxis and hospitals)

Damian comes downstairs to find Barbara and Dick talking in the entryway. 

“Is something happening today?” Damian asks. 

“No,” Dick answers. “Barbara’s just here to help me.” 

“Help you with what?” 

“Making cupcakes for the police station’s bake sale to help something. The hospital if I remember correctly,” Barbara answers as Dick nods. “Do you wanna help, Damian? I have to because your brother will burn the house down, but you’re free to join us if you want.” 

“I’ve baked with Alfred once or twice, so I guess I could be helpful,” Damian replies. “As long as you’re fine with it, I’d like to assist.” 

“Of course you can help,” Dick says, giving Damian a side hug. A gesture that Damian returns with a small smile. 

Barbara and Damian work on the cupcakes. While Dick originally tried to help, he was banished to sit on a bar stool at the counter because he almost put salt instead of sugar in the mix. So he fills the air with conversation about the upcoming gala. 

“That sounds super boring,” Barbara says. 

“They always are,” Damian replies. 

“We can always get ice cream after,” Dick offers. “It won’t make the event any better, but something to look forward to, right?” 

Damian thinks on the offer, then nods. 

“That’s the spirit,” Dick says, ruffling Damian’s hair as Damian walks past. 

Damian swats at Dick’s hand. “Stop that, Grayson. Cleanliness is important.” 

“Fine.” 

“Alright, time for you to put yourself to use, Dick. Get the first batch of cupcakes out of the oven and if you drop them, I will cut you,” Barbara says. 

Dick sighs and rolls his eyes, then gets the cupcakes out of the oven. 

“Beautiful,” Barbara says. “Thank you, tough guy.” 

She pats Dick’s shoulder, then rolls over to Damian. “You good?” 

“I don’t like the way this whisk’s handle makes my hand feel. It’s irritating,” Damian answers. “I’m done with it though so there’s no need to worry about it.” 

“I’m glad that you’re good. Your brother does not look fine.” 

Damian nods, then gives them a sly smile. “He has FOMO.” 

Barbara nods. Damian looks up in enough time to see Dick smiling at the two. Damian hands Barbara the batter and she pours them into the wrappers. 

“Alright, let’s get the second batch in and once they’re done, I’m gonna head out. I promised the girls that I’d chaperon their trip. Thanks for helping, Damian.” 

“You’re welcome,” Damian says, then goes over to wash his hands to get rid of the irritating feeling. 

Dick pulls the second batch out and after being checked, Barbara claps. 

“Alright, we’re good to go. You have to frost those, but it’s just store bought frosting and Tim can help you if you really need it. I have to go, but I will see you guys later,” Barbara says. “You two should try the cupcakes before you send them.” 

“I will later,” Dick says. “I think I’m gonna nap.” 

“Lazy bum,” Barbara teases. 

Dick sticks his tongue out at Barbara, who laughs. 

She grabs Damian’s hand. “Goodbye, Damian.” 

“Goodbye, Barbara.” 

She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, then Dick walks Barbara out. Damian goes into the kitchen and looks at the two plates with a single cupcake on each. He grabs them and takes them into the living room. He puts them on the table. 

Dick walks back in with a smile. “I’ll eat mine a little later Dami, but feel free to eat yours now.” 

Dick sits down on the couch and leans his head back. 

“Are you tired, Grayson?” 

“Yeah, I haven’t slept the last couple of days. Been busy.” 

“Take care of yourself, or I’ll tell Father and he’ll make you stay here.” 

Dick laughs. “You wouldn’t.” 

Damian smiles. “Try me, Grayson. I’ll do it.” 

Dick sighs, but he’s still smiling. “Fine, I’ll get some sleep after patrol tonight.” 

Damian looks back at the cupcake on the plate, contemplating actually eating it. He meticulously unwraps it. 

“Any particular route you wanna take through Gotham tonight?” Dick asks. 

“I don’t care as long as patrol gets done properly,” Damian replies, then takes a bite of the cupcake. 

He puts it back down on the plate. Almost immediately after Damian feels like something is wrong with him. After a minute, his face starts to feel warm and he starts coughing. 

“Damian?” Dick’s voice sounds far away. 

He feels his throat start to close up. 

“Dami!” 

Damian’s legs give out and he falls. Someone catches Damian and he feels something stab into his leg. Instinctively, he lashes a hand out. It’s caught by the wrist and Damian doesn’t have the strength to fight back before blacking out. 

Damian wakes up to hear a worried voice. There’s beeping. He opens his eyes and sees hospital equipment. Dick’s in the doorway, talking to someone. 

The worried voice is his.  

Damian hears the beeping picking up speed, then Dick turns. 

“Hey, Dami.” 

He goes over and sits in the chair at Damian’s bedside. 

“What happened?” Damian asks, his voice coming out a little hoarse. 

Dick cringes. 

“You had a bad reaction to something in the cupcake. Considering the recipe, we’re leaning towards something in the avocado oil,” Dick says. “I’m so sorry, buddy.” 

“What are you sorry about? It’s not like you knew what would happen and gave it to me anyway.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“So don’t apologize. There’s no need. Is it just us?” 

“You wish,” Dick replies. “Stephanie and Cass are the only ones not here because they’re off with Barbara. Everyone else is here. Most of them just got here, but all of them are here.” 

Damian fights the urge to groan at his family’s absurdity. 

“Dad’s talking to the doctor right now for us to set up a time for you to get an allergy test. Damn, I feel stupid for not thinking of this before.” 

“It’s not like any of the rest of us thought of it. You’re too hard on yourself.” 

“Maybe,” Dick mutters. 

Jason and Tim poke their heads into the room and look relieved to see Damian awake. 

“Hello, Todd. Drake.” 

They settle down in chairs around the bed and Damian feels an odd sense of gratitude. Even though he feels that it’s ridiculous that almost his whole family showed up, he’s glad they’re there. Jason and Tim attempt to distract Damian until Bruce comes in. 

“How are you?” Bruce asks, standing behind Dick’s chair with his hands on the headrest. 

“I’m fine,” Damian answers. 

Dick and Tim raise an eyebrow while Jason scoffs. 

“Stop that, Todd.” 

Jason shrugs. 

Bruce and Damian make eye contact for a moment, then Bruce nods. “Alright, I’ll take it for now. The test is set for a month from now. They want you to have time to fully recover from this before they expose you to anything else.” Damian nods. 

“Thank you, Father.” 

Bruce nods. 

While listening to his family talking to each other, Damian falls asleep again.

[annawayne]

hi anna 🪷🤍

do you have any aruani headcanons for jealousy? feeling angsty tonight xd

Hello, Darcy! 🖤

Oh, thank you a lot for asking! I actually have some thoughts on this...

Let's imagine that in this scenario, Armin and Annie didn't get together after Rumbling, immediately swept by the endless responsibilities, just catching longing gazes across the rooms and space, half-smiles, and some quick wave of their hands when they meet during the day. Still, none of them doesn't returns to their boat conversation, afraid to hear something that would break their hearts, that it was just a "moment" and nothing else, and also because they are both pressed with an enormous list of things they have to do - being now responsible for the rebuilding of the world in ruins is something that leaves so little space and time for themselves: while the world was healing, rising from the ashes, their own lives losing colors with every day, tucked between infinite things to do, guilt for the things they did to each other and "much important" than the erratic quiver inside heart muscles when their eyes meet, sending ripples of oxymoron mix of tickling heat and cold goosebumps all across the skin.

Torn apart sometimes for weeks, then months, when Armin usually goes to the negotiations, sometimes with Jean or Pieck, Annie is left behind, feeling with each day that the distance between him and her grows not even in miles, but in something more grave and not tangible, something that thrives within her core with trembling fear of something she isn't sure what for, leaving her hollow and alone, so ironically familiar to that four years in crystal. Every time, during the late hours of the night, when only the cold silver moonlight caresses her body, Annie decides to talk to him once he returns. She'll say everything she was craving to tell him for so long. Still, once Armin is here, every time, suddenly, she sees how he changes and grows, becoming farther and farther away even from that Armin she only met not so long ago and who is still a mystery to her, someone she didn't have a chance to know. He already slips, following the currents of the unstable world, and every time, her throat is crashed with the dark hands, blocking her breath and words from her mouth. His gazes are still on her, but as time passes, Annie doesn't understand if there's the same craving in his eyes as in hers, as only being washed with his eyes always makes her both wanted and lonely.

It continues till one winter day, when Armin, her, and Pieck are called to the office of Müller, who was one of the generals in charge and who offered Armin to make an alliance with one of Marleyans, preferably from one of the powerful families who managed to survive during the Rumbling.

"It would make a great image and example to the world," Müller said that day. "Marleyan and Paradisian, untied by the wedding vows, show that humanity has entered the new age."

The big folder lays in Armin's hands, his eyes wide, and she could hear his breath hitched, pulled through his tight lips, and yet, all Annie could think about was the photos and resumes of women in this folder, as Armin's fingers turn pages. Smiling, beautiful, intelligent, educated, much more cheerful, someone who didn't ruin his homeland and someone who would do a better job in knowing him. Someone braver enough to speak to him. Annie feels like the nauseous waves churn her stomach, and she knows that she doesn't have any right to feel this way - he isn't even hers. He doesn't give her anything except long stares and heartache whenever she sees him in her dreams when he's holding her close, whispering sweet nothing, where his lips on hers, his hands around her, and-

All of it lives only in her head. He never was hers to feel this way. Armin never promised her anything to feel this biting, bitter avalanche of jealousy, clouding her mind with a murky veil of acid thoughts that erode her mind with the sharp realization that she already felt so heartbroken all these years ago, back in Stohess, when his eyes, his beautiful eyes, distorted by fear and despair, looked at her from the bottom of the stairs. She had no right to feel this way, as if all her world shattered to pieces when, in the first place, it was she who destroyed everything for him and who lied to him. He didn't betray her because she was never on his side, but why did it feel so sickening and hurt so badly?

It's all the same now, in the office room of Müller, when the crisp winter sunlight creeps into the stuffed room, where all she can hear is the rustle of pages as Armin's fingers turn the pages of this folder with smiling women with bright eyes and intelligent gazes, with women who have a background behind them, the roots that have a long history, and not like hers - poisoned, abandoned and unwanted from her birth.

Annie doesn't remember how she left the office room. She knows that she has nothing to give him, nothing worth his attention and his love. She knows that it's not fair to feel so heartbroken and the crawling jealousy streaming in her blood, but Annie also doesn't know how to stop the cold tears streaming down her skin set aflame. She doesn't know how to repair something that never was even in her hands, but something that feels as if her imprints are left there after she crushed it. Why is she even surprised?

It has always been this way.

With her heartbeat loud in her ears, Annie doesn't hear the footsteps behind her back - fast, a staccato of the hushed clicks of the feet against the wooden floor, so when someone's arms circle her back, Annie's body reacts just like it used to. Immediate attack, no second of hesitation, but when her elbow is already midair, ready to hit, she turns away and sees him. Armin, in front of her, his eyes, once again, are on her, but she sees how his irises now have another shade in them. Something she wasn't familiar with, but something she suddenly hit with the mixture she almost forgot - ripples of oxymoron mix of tickling heat and cold goosebumps all across the skin.

And, maybe, this time, it would finally push the words they needed to say from their throats.

--

Oh well, here it is! Thank you for reading, and I really enjoyed writing all of it, so thank you so much for asking me!

[polkadotjohnson]

Hi. Could you please send me the link for sorry and yearning? I saw them with an hastag under some gifs of David kissing, you posted on your blog here .

Do you know from where this could be? Can i have a link for it to watch it , too,please? Thank you so much.

I was a liiitle bit confused about that but now that I think about it... sometimes we just use tags to say stuff we didn't want to say on the post? lol I do that a lot, there's no such thing as a movie called "sorry" or "yearning" (at least not with David) talking on tags is just a Tumblr Thing™

Also not every picture is from a video, these are from an old post on David's ancient webpage. I can't get the link to work for some reason, will try again later because I think the page is up currently but when I link it it only shows broken images, so what gives? But here's the post.

this is how we levitate

May 31, 2012 by Eve

evelyn leigh has begun quite the tradition. levitating. or causing me to levitate when we find ourselves in strange and unusual places – like las vegas.

So it's just something they did in hotels for fun :)

[vergess]

Hey, mostly just been seeing it be talked about in a couple roleplay circles I still lurk in, but supposedly a group is planning to send gore images via asks and submissions in the next couple days. Lacking specific details I don't know how true it is but figured it would be worth sending a heads up just in case

Thank you for letting me know. I will personally be leaving my asks on as usual so that I can receive any troll asks and report them for spam, threats, etc.

However, I have the spoons for this task, which many people do not, and I also have been through multiple of these raids before and know how to handle them, where for many people this will be the first time.

In my experience, if you have under 300 followers and no viral posts or kiwifarms pages, you will probably not get hit with much or anything. However, better safe than sorry, so:

If you want to ensure you are not affected by this raid, take the following precautions from now until Dec 26:

Turn off ALL asks. If for some reason you cannot do that, then turn off BOTH anons and media in asks.

Turn off ALL submissions. If you cannot do that, leave ONLY text submissions on. Text submissions CAN contain images, but they will be blurred until you click them.

Set DMs to "only allow messages from tumblrs you follow" to prevent new accounts from messaging you directly

The raid organizers seem to be aiming specifically for Christmas/day 1 of chanukah, and so are unlikely to send anything horrific after the 26th. Some people are suggesting taking these precautions until New Year's, which is fair but IMO is overly cautious.

[skibasyndrome]

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[corviiids]

wben i finally get more than 0.2 microns of energy and make one of the multiple video essays i desperately want to make so i can yap out loud as god (never) intended

[carouselunique]

Is it true that there's no animosity between you and... you know, you know who. You never talk about her in any way. I guess I'm curious. You guys seemed like really close friends and then just weren't friends at all. And there was some stuff she said that seemed very targeted at you...

I don't know if she feels any animosity toward me or not any more. Our mutual friends have said she doesn't and I take them on their word in that regard, assuming that if they have an answer for me it's because they're aware how she feels. I wouldn't know and it's not my place to put words in her mouth.

I haven't spoken to her/about her in a long time and the only time she even crosses my mind is when people bring her up to me. As for me feeling any animosity? I'll admit my feelings on her these days are complicated and way too nuance-core for people who aren't my friends to hear about but I wouldn't call them animosity in any way. I inherently want people my friends care about to live well because I care about my friends, and anyone my friends care about by proxy and I still share friends with her. I would never wish ill on people my friends care about so animosity doesn't fit into that by definition. I'd say I'm hurt more than anything and even then I've worked through a lot of it with trusted friends who have helped me deal with my emotions in a healthy way.

(Besides, my own life struggles keep me from even being able to invest time into animosity. I have to expend that energy loving my family, doing my best to support them during our struggles. And I've never been a hateful person it isn't in me. I would rather play 'Hot To Go' by Chappell Roan and teach my dad how to do the hand gestures to help him strengthen his muscles again than focus on hating anyone...)

I try not to think about her because it hurts. I often think that people forget that I'm a real person outside of her sphere, and that I wouldn't want to talk about what happened because I truly did consider her a friend for a long time. And when someone I consider a friend appears to not regard me with care any more suddenly and I don't even have closure on that... well... it hurts... A lot. Of course I never talk about it.

And I'm not stupid, I have seen some stuff she's said that I've gathered was about me. I remind myself that she has a right to vent in her own spaces and I truly mean that... it's just a shame that her own spaces have people who then have taken these things to me to show me (after all, I wouldn't have even seen these things myself if not for third-party anons going 'this u?') saying it is my own fault because I was a terribly cruel friend or my own fault for not listening to warnings about her when I had the chance and that makes me a stupid gullible bitch. You lot haven't seen some of the awful shit about me from some of her more ravenous fans and haters I've seen over the years that I've had to let roll off my back in the fear it would bring backlash - not even to me, to her. I don't want to be the cause of any hatred going to anyone.

Also I'm just not going to ever talk about the details of our fallen friendship or our fallen relationship. That's private. She might be a public person to some extent but I never was, even if I do gain some measure of small fandom for my work one day I'm just private about personal matters especially raw ones. I almost deleted this ask entirely but Idk I never stated that it bothers me when people talk to me about her from my own mouth, so I guess that's what this ramble is.

If you send me anything about Lily Orchard it will not be addressed. I am not a part of her life not even through our mutual friends. I do not know or care what's going on with her public/personal life. I haven't kept up. I will never keep up. Don't treat me as an extension of the situation because I am not in the situation. In the most plainly stated sense of the word: Leave me the Hell alone. (...pretty please.)

All I've wanted this entire time was to be left alone to process everything in a healthy, peaceful way. I'm workin' on it.

[elfsyellowflowerzart]

oooh if you would like, maybe you could do my tundra Moraine!

Her ID is 26930335! She is fat, has horns that curve downward, extra fluffy ears, and her hat pushes her mane down! Feel free to take any liberties with her outfit too, she likes cozy sweaters and stuff (we don't have nearly enough sweaters on flight rising tbh)

thank you!

shes so cute i had fun drawing her!! you said cozy sweaters and no sweater is cozier than a turtleneck hehe

[crossbackpoke-check]

the deweys photos are from this video: https://youtu.be/5xTwJho44ao?si=bPw8MZZ327lCogVZ aren’t they just everything

kissing you and the minnesota wild official media team (with consent) full on the mouth, THANK YOU THIS VIDEO IS EVERYTHING 🥰🥰 i have seen pieces of it before i think (connor petting a shark 🥹) but the entire video start to finish is such a delight, 10/10 would recommend

[notyoinara]

alice yabusame art marathon 2024 has ended early.........it's okay there's always next year

[carcarrot]

having another one of my job-related crises

[benevolenterrancy]

hi! I recently came across your tgcf fics, and I wanted to say you’re a phenomenal creator. the recovery series fic and the gloves fic and just all of them. thank you for your content and great attention to detail.

do you have any thoughts/hcs on FXMQ and Xie Lian you’d be willing to share? within the original story or the universes of your fics!

Thank you so much, I'm glad you're enjoying them! (ﾉ*^▽^*)ﾉ.｡:*☆

hmm, random thoughts about the FXMQ... a silly headcanon: Feng Xin has very much been hoisted by his own petard by heckling Mu Qing! That is to say, he'll harass Mu Qing relentlessly about something stupid only to be confronted with a similar situation and realise that there's absolutely NO way he can act in anyway similar to Mu Qing or he'll never hear the end of it.

(For example, he has tolerated some truly atrocious divine statues in the past because he's heckled Mu Qing so much about how picky he is with his divine statues that there's no WAY he can say ANYTHING without seeing that smug bastard's face in his head so he just has to bite his tongue and tolerate some unspeakably ugly statues.)

Mu Qing doesn't generally suffer from similar overthinking (he'll just prepare to kick FX's ass if he dares to say anything about it) except for things more directly related to himself. I think he genuinely finds sewing/embroidery/etc rather relaxing work but he'd rather die than have anyone ever see him do it because he's made such a big deal about not doing that sort of "servant" work anymore.

(He actually really enjoyed stitching Ruoye back together because it gave him the perfect excuse -- he's returning a favour!! and Xie Lian is hopeless!! of course he had to!! -- and he secretly considered using white thread to embroider some invisible little designs just because he doesn't quite want to stop... only he knew he'd get caught if he messed with Xie Lian's spiritual device like that and gave up the idea)

[itsalwaysdark]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[jorvikzelda]

mothers be normal about trans people challenge (impossible)

[plexippusangel]

About to hand weave this man a potion carrying pouch in his character colors. I was already thinking about it. And then was like no. It's too early. I'll just give him a bit of the yarn my pouch is woven out of that I hypothetically would use as one of the components as a favor to wear for the tournament. I will be normal. So normal.

AND THEN HE GAVE ME A HANDMADE POTION CARRYING POUCH IN HIS BLUE THIS MAN MATCHED MY FREAK AND I TEMPORARILY SCALED BACK

gonna stay at 100% freak going forward