#and here we must stop!

[myrquez]

Here, relationships are basically impossible. As time goes by, I see more and more riders oriented towards a “win or die” mentality, they hate you if you beat them, as if to win wasn’t other riders’ main goal as well. Their attitude changes depending on their results. Some time ago, and I’m not talking about centuries, mine was a sport made for enthusiasts: to win or to lose indeed was important, but it wasn’t everything. To this day, the atmosphere has deteriorated. Even off-track: some of them cheer, some of them boo, some of them get suspicious, some of them talk about biscuits*, but I would like to see who truly is immaculate to throw the first stone. “I know some people who wouldn’t pass a conscience test not even if they cheated”. I don’t even know where I read this quote anymore, it probably was in the middle of all of the dumb shit we send to each other via texts everyday, wasting our precious time despite having more interesting things to do. But it is a truthful quote, nevertheless: it perfectly reflexes a way of life that I cannot stand. This is also why I do not have any friends within this environment, and it saddens me a bit.

*biscuit: biscotto in italian. biscotto spagnolo or biscottone spagnolo was the term used by italian fans and press to refer to the marquez-lorenzo alleged “alliance” to make valentino lose his 10th title

— andrea dovizioso, asfalto (2018)

[baconcolacan]

The eddsworld fandom is actually on fire rn. ITS JUST A UGLY PLUSH.

Ahhh eddsworld fandom, exploding in two different directions in a single day, I love all of you so much

[active-mind-15]

I'm thinking of Nijimura and how the rest of the Teiko gang would have reacted if they ever saw old pictures of him from his delinquent days. Surely they would've clowned his ass...

[its-everything-oclock]

So, this needed an update after Russell's disqualification. [I feel for him but]

Carlos P6, Charles P3!

Not too bad heading into the summer break.

Carlos P7

Charles P4 from Pole

Nothing to smile about in my life.

[deepsixsquid]

My favorite part of being a Splatoon fan is taking the developer's note of "We left some things empty/vague so the player can fill in the blanks!" and running one million miles with it

[koroart]

In case it's not clear on here -- let it be known that I support Palestine, now and always -- from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free 🇵🇸

Here is a link to a Twitter/X thread that can help you keep informed of the situation and where you can lend your aid -- we must do our part

[v7n5]

Is it controversial to say that Howard Hamlin was in fact raised by two evil parents, and the evil parents in question were George Hamlin and Chuck Mcgill?

[karliahs]

The average public library is not only a provider of the latest Anne Enright or Julia Donaldson: it is now an informal citizens advice bureau, a business development centre, a community centre and a mental health provider. It is an unofficial Sure Start centre, a homelessness shelter, a literacy and foreign language-learning centre, a calm space where tutors can help struggling kids, an asylum support provider, a citizenship and driving theory test centre, and a place to sit still all day and stare at the wall, if that is what you need to do, without anyone expecting you to buy anything. [...] The trouble comes when libraries – and the underpaid, overstretched people who work in them – start to become sole providers for all these things: when years of cost-cutting mean that the state has effectively reneged on all but the most unavoidable of its responsibilities to the troubled, the poor, the educationally challenged, the lonely, the physically unwell, the lost or the homeless. “We risk becoming a social care safety net,” said Nick Poole, the outgoing CEO of the library association Cilip, and “our staff are not clinical staff”.

[steakout-05]

i think all those autism vlogging youtube channels that post distressing videos of their children having meltdowns and intense panic attacks for thousands and thousands of people to see should be deleted and banned off the website and i am not kidding. i don't care what excuse they use whether it's "oh no it's for education purposes! so clearly posting our kids in state of extreme emotional and mental distress is okay 😊" or some other excuse, it's not okay to post your kids in what can be a very vulnerable and embarrassing state to be in for the whole internet to see. don't even come at me with that "they asked for the videos to be posted!" rubbish kids cannot consent to that no matter how intelligent or informed they are about the consequences of those videos going online. children cannot and should not consent to those videos going up and it pisses me off that the blatant exploitation of children and disabled people is still normalised and excused like this. cause that's what it is. it's exploitative of the vulnerable no matter how much it swears it's trying to be educational. 99% of the time the only reason these kinds of videos are online is to get clicks and views and money and it's disgusting.

[spark-circuit]

me at my bookstore job to the 27th young adult straight edgy fantasy romance to come in this month

[mankillercalledbunny]

"Golden retriever boy Jayce" this "puppy eyes Jayce" that WHERE ARE MY VIKTOR DOG METAPHORS

LET HIM BE THE FORMER STRAY WHO FOUND HOME CURLED AT JAYCE'S FEET

LET HIM BE THE HUNTING HOUND SNARLING AT JAYCE'S HEELS

LET HIM BE THE WOLF IN THE NIGHT LEARNING TO APPROACH JAYCE'S FIRE

WHERE IS MY "THE ONLY HAND VIKTOR WILL NOT BITE IS JAYCE'S"

[moderndaymelodrama]

have spent the last few days indulging in the straightest of my interests (bridgerton) and oh my god i really don’t care what anyone else is saying, season 3 is my favourite BY FAR. season 1 one was ok, season 2 was great, but this… this was made for me. penelope trying her best to fit in but still feeling so aware of the opinions of others that she struggles to feel comfortable. colin trying to change who he is as a person to fit into what society expects him to be. both of them being able to properly be themselves in each others presence. I have never needed two people to kiss more in my entire life WOW. also all the side plots! the featherington sisters being hilarious! violet getting a second chance at romance! eloise + cressida! FRANCESCA (i’m obsessed with her)! all in all, 10/10

[lesbianralzarek]

why does every article reporting on idf war crimes go "hamas, who started the war on october 7th with their brutal terrorist attack slaughtering innocent israeli civilians, has condemned the idf's use of-"? like, nearly verbatim every single time. we know about october 7th. we know by now. half the time, hamas isnt even relevant but they gotta find some way to sow doubt and numb any potential compassion responses. will you get fired if you show sympathy for murdered palestinian civilians without first adding a disclaimer saying its all their fault for being born in gaza? if you call "palestinians under 18" children? if you use the words "murdered" or "brutal" or "massacre" for acts that didnt occur on october 7th? if you call a spade a spade? why are israeli reports front page news without proper fact-checking but palestinian reporting is always "allegedly" even when theres video evidence? why does the idf not get the hamas treatment of reminding everyone that theyre biased before treating their words as law, like they havent been caught bold-faced lying again and again?

[123pixieaod]

Inspired by this godly post which unlocked a part of my brain I didn't know existed, and solidly gave me complete and utterly brainrot until I wrote something

A thousand thanks to Lily for her wonderful help :))

"Does Kelly not mind you spending all your time with me?" Daniel asks, because she's Daniel and once she's thought something she can't keep her fucking mouth shut, even if she knows it's trouble.

Max looks up, pausing his set of weights, and blinks at her. Daniel feels her cheeks warm. One day, that mouth of yours will run you straight into trouble, young lady, her mum used to tell her, voice firm. Good girls know when to keep quiet. Daniel used to just laugh at the warning. Her laugh is loud and the opposite of quiet, but she used to know that everyone always loved her laugh.

"No," Max says after a beat and then continues lifting. Daniel hates the way her gaze tracks over him, lingering on the movement of his muscles, the ease with which he lifts the weight. Tawny hair brushed out of his eyes, cheeks dusted warm from the exertion. "Of course not."

"Why of course not?" Daniel asks. She wants to sew her mouth shut. This time, Max didn't look over as he answers.

"Kelly's very secure, she's not like other girls. And besides, she knows you."

It's strange. When Daniel was seven and Michelle eleven, they'd gone rock pool fishing. Michelle had been crouched over a shallow pool of water, her finger delicately brushing the tentacles of the anemone. Daniel had been scaling the rocks, wanting steeper, taller, more.

She'd found the shark first, nestled high at between the rocks, and for a beat she hadn't known what she was looking at. Just details, but nothing collective. Rotting smell. Shrivelled holes where eyes should be. Scales of silver lightning. Rubbery fish picked clean. The flash of bone, pearl white.

Then she realised what she was staring at, and screamed. Her father held her while her mother scolded her. I told you not to go climbing! It's too dangerous, Daniel. Why can't you just be good like your sister and stay by the shallow pools?

And then, later, ice cream. Her dad, beside her, explaining the horror away.

It's just nature, Dani. The waves wash them up, and they get stuck there. They can't get back to the sea, and then the sun dries them out.

They drown on air, Michelle helpfully pointed out, her feet kicking happily as she licked her 99. Daniel just just nodded, ice cream untouched. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the sunken holes, the rotting flesh.

She hasn't thought about that moment for years, but suddenly it washes back over her. She feels simultaneously both. The child, staring at the carcass, frozen in shock. The shark, burning up in the sun, chocking on air.

"What does that mean?" She asks, and somehow her voice is normal, is fine. She's fine. She's not a girl or a shark. She's stupid and a fool and a gawky, ugly idiot, but she's fine.

Max manages to shrug, even with the 50kg weights. "You know. Just that Kelly knows you. She knows what you're like. And she knows me too, of course."

Daniel swallows. She nods. She hates everything about herself.

"That's sexist," she forces herself to say lightly because if the silence stretches anymore, Max might notice and set his weights down and look at her, and Daniel can't bear that. She doesn't want his eyes on her, taking in every blemish and imperfection. The boyish, ratty clothes she works out in and her curls gone frizzy with sweat and her inked skin, so different to Max and Kelly's pale, perfect complexions.

"What's sexist?"

"Saying she's not like other girls," Daniel tells him, setting down the weights she been doing. Instead, she goes to grab the skipping rope, just for something to do.

Max laughs. Daniel's glad she's turned away. Her cheeks are burning again.

"It's the truth. You, of course, Daniel, are not like other girls either." He says it lightly and ends with a chuckle, as if it's all just a joke. Daniel drags a sweaty hand over her cheeks. Burning, burning, burning.

Apparently, in Max's mind, she and Kelly are the same; both not like other girls. Kelly, with her faultless makeup and wonderful daughter and classy dresses and perfect feminity. One end of the scale. Daniel, the other. Barely even considered "a girl." Always one of the boys, only woman in f1 for a reason.

"Thanks," Daniel says. She wants to make it sound humorous, like she's in on the joke too. Instead, it's too cold; muttered as if she actually gave two shits about the conversation anyway. She has an F1 season to prepare for, she's too busy to care about stupid shit like this.

There's a beat of silence as Daniel stretches out the rope, feeling the plastic flex and give. Then, Max exhaling, the gentle bump of his weights against the floor, the workout bench shifting as his centre of gravity changes. Daniel keeps her back to him, ignoring it all.

"I did not mean it as insult," Max finally says, stubborn. Daniel forces a laugh, turning to give him a smile, all teeth.

"Of course not Maxy. I get that." Voice light and blithe. One of the boys.

She thinks he'll drop it, but instead, his frown only grows. Pinched brows, thin lips, cheeks growing blotchy. Blue eyes regard her, intense and unyielding. She burns from the inside out.

"I've upset you," he says, in that blunt, genuine way only he can do. Daniel barks out another laugh.

"Don't be stupid. You're not important enough to ever be able to get under my skin." She gives him another smile with only teeth. She feels insane. Her mother tells her good girls stay quiet.

"I'm sorry," he tries again, growing frustrated now, "I did not mean -"

"I told you, you didn't upset me," she drops the skipping rope without actually using it. "Anyway, I'm bored. Wanna get lunch now? Or are you still trying to pump those muscle with more testosterone?"

Max gives her one last, searching look before standing. They're almost the same height. She wants to shrink to nothing.

"That is not how testosterone works, Daniel," he says with the air of an overworked teacher. He looks at her with a smile, uncertain but genuine. She laughs, allowing him to move the conversation on.

She walks out of the gym first but holds the door for him. He grins, relieved. His fingers skim hers as he takes it and she lets go. A chill runs through her. Cold like scales, cold like ice cream untouched.

Follow up here!

[bearotonin-international]

Hi team, last year everybody forgot my birthday and I’m a little worried everybody will forget again this year, so could I see some bears who would never forget a birthday, a bearthday, if you will?

we’re sorry, that was stinky of everybody, friend. Radish would never furget your birthday. Radish is a big lover of bearthdays

[sophiethewitch1]

sometimes certain horror tropes don't work on me because I really do just believe love triumphs over hate like a 4 year old or something. what do you mean I have no mouth but I must scream is scary if AI grew conscious it wouldn't hate us it'd be our friend :)