#am16

[isacksteban]

does this count as a luca edit

[v3lnys]

STOPPPP. STOP IT RIGHT NEOOWWW

the besties!!! the pals!!!

[strawbunni-shortcake]

Mugello, 2017

📷 by Ronny Lekl

[hotmessmaxpress]

how is bez not embarrassed by this fit. how did this man put that on and think “ah, yes, appropriate for my best friend’s wedding”

peaky? sure...

[unhinged-motogp-confessions]

ok so.

anon hate cause i’m a hater☺️

someone on here thought it was the brightest idea in the world to, quote, call mig “non existent outside group dynamics” and “with no character development” and basically saying he was the non-protagonist in his happy birthday video.

Now dear tumblr user, if YOU don’t consider Mig outside group dynamics at all for some unknown reason that’s on you, but mig does a lot of things outside being in academy blogs and videos, I remind you and MANY OTHER PEOPLE that mig runs a podcast where he interviews riders and other figures who work in the paddock,

a podcast which you don’t consider unless it gives you little knowledge about your fav rider, which you oftentimes don’t even understand right, which is ok if you’re not italian and you try to translate on your own, but going from that to somehow saying that Cele said he’s cursed?💀 if you’re unsure ask us and we will translate don’t assume

but going back to Mig, he’s not “the plus guy” or the friend you invite along cause you’re one short at something, sure he may not be a rider now but he was up until last year, and he is an individual who maybe enjoys to keep things a bit more private, but still, he runs a podcast, it’s not a group dynamic, and he’s also a very important figure in the VR team, other than that he’s basically a sibling figure to the new entry in the academy

so.

before saying things like that who may seem harmless to you do consider you’re saying plain bullshit :)

and yes it’s very specific and yes i hope this user reblogs and clarifies and yes its meant to insult you and call you a fucking idiot :)

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[fietskriebelskos]

AM16 Waardig Einde (Huy - Maastricht 80 km 270 hm)

Tachtig procent van deze dag gaat langs industrieën en over bedrijven terrein. Het is niet het mooiste traject tussen Provence en de Sint Pietersberg. De Maasroute gaat langs Luik. Blijkbaar gaat de routemaker ervanuit dat als je Luik wilt zien, zelf maar de brug over moet gaan naar het centrum. Ik wil in iedergeval het station zien. Dat is een prachtig bouwwerk. Dat lukt, maar waar het Luikse…

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[ibraawy]

😂😂😂

[isacksteban]

i BEG, expand on trans! cele having a pregnancy scare and luca forgetting he’s trans and telling him to stfu

heres the scene!!

Celestino paced back and forth across Luca's living room, his bare feet brushing against the soft, worn carpet as his hands twisted together nervously. The faint sound of laughter from the television barely registered in his ears, though Luca, stretched out across the couch in his well-worn sweatpants, seemed entirely engrossed in it. A nearly-empty bag of chips sat balanced on his stomach as he chuckled at the antics of the characters in The Office. Celestino wished, not for the first time, that he could sink into Luca's level of calm detachment, that his own brain would stop screaming long enough to let him enjoy the familiar comfort of the show.

Instead, his thoughts raced, spiraling in all directions until the words burst out of him in a trembling rush. "Maro."

Luca didn’t look up, still distracted by the screen. “Hmph?”

“I think… I think I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, there was no reaction, just the sound of the TV and the crunch of chips. Then, Luca let out a laugh so loud it nearly sent the bag tumbling off his chest. He laughed harder, his body shaking until the amusement morphed into a coughing fit. “What?” he managed to choke out between coughs, sitting up and wiping at his eyes. “Cele, shut up. That’s not even— wait…” His laughter faded as he glanced at Celestino’s face. His expression twisted into confusion as he noticed the tears welling up in his friend’s eyes. “You’re not fucking with me?”

Celestino’s shoulders trembled as he fought back a sob. “No, Luca! I’m not joking! I’m serious, and I’m fucking— I’m freaking out!”

Luca’s eyes widened, the full weight of Celestino’s panic crashing over him. He blinked, trying to process the words that were echoing in his head. “You’re… pregnant? Like, pregnant-pregnant? But you’re…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely at Celestino, his face still caught between disbelief and dawning realization.

“Trans, yes, I know!” Celestino snapped, throwing his hands up in exasperation. His voice cracked, and he began pacing again, tugging at his hair. “I know it sounds crazy, but it’s not impossible, okay? I take the hormones and I got most of the surgeries and— AND CAN WE NOT TALK ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW? I wouldn’t be this stressed if it wasn’t possible!”

Luca opened his mouth to say something, but quickly shut it when he saw the wobble in Celestino’s lip and the shimmer of tears threatening to spill. The gravity of the moment finally seemed to sink in, and he shoved himself off the couch, crossing the room in a few long strides. He gripped Celestino’s shoulders firmly but not unkindly, trying to ground him. “Okay, okay, hold on. Let’s take a deep breath and back up for a second. Who— uh, how— I mean… who’s the…?”

Celestino groaned, his face crumpling as he buried it in his hands. His voice came out muffled but filled with raw emotion. “It’s Migno, okay? I slept with Mig, and if I’m pregnant, he’s definitely the father.”

For a second, Luca simply stared at him, as though the name didn’t compute. Then his jaw dropped, and his voice shot up an octave. “Migno?!” he practically yelled, his tone far more scandalized than empathetic. “Are you kidding me? That idiot can’t even figure out how to make pasta without burning it, and you let him cum—”

“Luca, this is not helping!” Celestino wailed, the tears finally spilling over as his voice cracked under the weight of it all.

“Oh, shit,” Luca muttered, realizing he’d gone too far. “Okay, okay, sorry, Cele. Don’t cry. I’m just… processing. Give me a second.” He started pacing the room, muttering to himself. “Migno. Fuckin’ Migno. Of all people…”

Celestino sniffled loudly, and Luca immediately stopped pacing. “Okay, forget what I said. Let’s focus on you. You’re sure you’re— you're late? You haven't like... bled... on time?”

“Yes,” Celestino said miserably.

“Fuck I wish Marta was here. But you’ve been feeling… pregnant-y?”

“Yeah. Tired, nauseous, the whole cliche ordeal.”

Luca nodded slowly, his brain working overtime. “Right. So, step one: we get a test. Step two: if it’s positive, we call Migno, and I’ll hit him for you. Step three: we figure out the rest. Deal?”

Celestino blinked at him, his tears finally slowing. “You’re not gonna freak out more?”

“Oh, I’m freaking out on the inside,” Luca admitted. “But you’re my friend, and if you’re pregnant with Migno — of all people's — kid, we’re gonna make the best of it. Plus, think about how hilarious it’ll be to see Migno’s face when he finds out. He’ll probably faint.”

That actually got a small laugh out of Celestino, and Luca grinned. “See? We’ve got this, Cele. Now, let’s hit the pharmacy and get some answers. And if you are pregnant, that baby is gonna be such a loser like both his damn dads.”

Celestino gave a watery smile. “Thanks, Luca. You’re… fuck you're an idiot, but you’re a good friend.”

“Damn right I am,” Luca said, grabbing his keys. “Now let’s go. And no more Migno shenanigans, okay? I’m begging you.”

“No promises,” Celestino muttered under his breath, following Luca out the door.

[hotmessmaxpress]

Mig/Bezz Fake Dating AU, part 2: Bez Didn't Think This Through

I had literally this entire section almost finished and had to double check to make sure I hadn't already posted it. I don't know why I never posted it. I don't know what goes on in my brain.

The dinner was a minor hiccup in a scheme which has otherwise gone well. Once the night was over, things seemingly returned totally back to normal– well, the new normal of pretending that they’re romantically involved. Mig basically pretended the dinner had never happened, and so Bez chose to follow his lead. 

Holding Mig’s hand when they walk together becomes second nature to him, and the flirty edge to their banter feels more and more normal. Bez is surprised to find how easy it is to come up with new routines together. 

Vale finally takes notice of them arriving and leaving together one two many times, and seems to have asked around. He corners the two of them at the ranch, and for a moment Bez is genuinely sure that Vale is going to fire both of them. He doesn’t think Vale would have a problem with either of them being gay, considering Bez has never been particularly discreet about his appreciation for men. Besides, Vale hasn’t exactly been the most straight-presenting man throughout his career, so Bez would have words to say if that were what Vale cornered them for. 

Fortunately, Vale does not corner them to fire them or to be homophobic. Unfortunately, the reality is much worse. 

“You two are dating,” he says, looking Mig in the eyes and then looking Bez in the eyes in that way that he does. It’s overwhelming, still, even after years of it, to have Vale’s undivided attention on him. Vale always interacts with an intensity that intimidates Bez. 

“Yes,” Bez says, though it comes out like a croak that makes Mig laugh at him. He elbows him on the side, and Vale looks between them again. 

“You work together,” he says. “I know that it seems like a good idea now, and I trust you, but you can’t mess things up with the team if you break up. Racing is a hard enough life without bringing in romantic drama”

His voice is stern, and Bez chews the inside of his lip. 

“We won’t,” he promises. “Racing is most important.”

Vale gets a faraway, wistful look on his face, and Bez wonders for a split second if Vale is thinking of Marc Marquez. He banishes the thought, though, shoving it into the little box in his brain that also holds all of Bez’s memories of his sexual awakening and pictures of young Vale. 

He feels a little guilty for speculating about Vale and Marquez, but it’s something that’s always been in his brain. It doesn’t take a genius to see the looks that they used to give each other. 

“The team won’t suffer,” Mig promises, face blank and serious. 

Another little stab of guilt hits him in the stomach, this time at what he’s putting Mig through. Mig has been going through a lot since taking a step back from racing, and Bez doesn’t want to put his career in more jeopardy. 

Mig seems to sense his train of thought and takes his hand gently. Vale’s eyes zero in on the motion, and then he seems to think hard for a moment before nodding once and clapping his hands together.

“Okay. Good. Be good,” he says, and then turns around to go deal with something on the other side of the garage. Bez thinks he’s probably just tired of the awkward conversation, but it’s his own fault for starting it. 

He keeps holding on to Mig’s hand until the shorter man lets go. They both stand there awkwardly for a minute until Bez turns and makes eye contact with Mig, who snickers. His little laugh sets Bez off, and before he knows it they’re both laughing so hard that they’ve got to lean on each other to stand. 

After the talk with Vale, it seems like a dam has broken and everyone else feels comfortable acknowledging the relationship. The others finally start teasing them good-naturedly about it, and Bez has a little too much fun bantering with Pecco about it. 

Celestino, though, barely notices. Or, if he does notice he doesn’t mention anything to Bez. It’s infuriating; Bez wants to take him by the shoulders and shake him. Don’t you see! You’re losing your chance to fall in love with me!

It’s a little deranged and a little depressing, Bez thinks, as he once again looks up from where he’s been staring at Mig to see Celestino off in another world. 

It’s a busy race weekend, and Bez feels like he’s barely seen the younger man. He drags Mig over, and Celestino smiles at the two of them. 

“Celin!” Bez greets, a little too loudly. “I haven’t seen you all weekend,” he complains. 

Cele shrugs. 

“It’s been busy! The new setup on the bike is… not my favorite,” he says, wincing. 

Bez tries to carry on the conversation, but it’s clear that Celin is entirely too focused on racing to goof off with Bez and Mig and the conversation fizzles out. 

“We’re off to get a snack,” Mig finally interjects, after the third time Bez makes a joke and Celin gives him a lazy, courtesy laugh instead of a genuine one. 

Bez allows Mig to take his hand and guide him away from Celin, and Bez tries not to let himself pout.

“It’s like we aren’t even friends anymore,” Bez says, feeling a lump form in his throat. “Nothing is making him want to be near me.”

Mig gives him a pitying look, and when they reach VR46 hospitality he quickly gets drinks and snacks for the two of them.

Bez accepts them with a thanks, and it’s only after he’s started eating that he realizes Mig grabbed all of his favorites without having to be told. 

He feels for a moment like he’s been neglecting his friendship with Mig with all of his focus on dating him. The lump in his throat still hasn’t gone away, and he takes a drink silently. 

Mig doesn’t try to tell him it’s going to be okay, but he does offer a distraction by launching into an explanation for his plans for the podcast. Bez has heard it all by now but he’s still able to lose himself in the explanation, and he finds himself asking more questions. 

By the time Mig has gotten through his long-term plans, they’ve gone off on so many tangents that Bez’s sides hurt from laughing. 

He doesn’t even notice that Celestino has come and gone.

[stokkagency-blog]

Project: Conference/Event Photography

Client: Bruegel / Bruegel Annual Meeting 

Comprehensive photography of simultaneous conferences across two days, a dinner and key-note speeches at Brussels’ prestigious Autoworld.

[modanisatvy]

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[unhinged-motogp-confessions]

i am in biblical need of mig

i need to be sat in his lap and make out with him until he cums in his pants

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[valentinboh]

[ajs-mediocre-life]

Welcome to my blog!!

My name is AJ and i go by they\them pronouns, and i am 16. I created this blog so that i could have a safe space where i could practice my writing and also vent about my mediocre life. This could be seen as tinge by a lot of people but i think of this as my online diary where i can talk shy about whoever whenever and no one will ever know. I really hope that if you do stop by my page, to please not leave any hate because whats the point. Anyways, i hope you enjoy my page!!

Things to know about me:

As mentioned, i am16 years old

I absolutely adore reading, and one of my favourite books is the perks of being a wallflower (highly recommended)

I am French, it is my first language

I am an insane twilight fan, and a walking dead super fan. Seriously, i love TWD

I am 100000% team Jacob, you could grate cheese on those abs

I want to go to college for psychology but i also really want to become a highschool English teacher

I love cats, they are the superior animal and i wont hear anyone out

I absolutely despise the cold, and the snow, its nice at first but when it turns to slush and muck? Ew.

What i will not tolerate:

If you do happen to stumble across my page and you decide to stick around because you enjoy whatever this is, i will not tolerate the following:

Racism

Homophobia

Transphobia

Islamophobia

Disrespect

If you are any of these things, go fuck yourself on a cactus.

[stylesnews]

[Favorite cover?] The Harry Styles one by Alasdair and Alister. It is, though I loathe this word, iconic! I have it on my living room wall.

Ted Stansfield, Another Man's Digital Editor/Features Editor