#and i made him laugh. win

[butchsaint]

okay. scary dream

[milkbreadtoast]

(OC) boyfriends..... 🤭🧡💜

[politemagic]

everyone say congratulations to the first time homeowners!

edit: i may or may not have been inspired to write some headcanons based on this, if you're interested

[yuri-is-online]

THE FUCK YOU WILL!!!

[b4kuch1n]

yay! I drew these quite literally three years ago. dragonheart!milo and raihan! a knight on a doomed dragon hunt being lifted out of his station by a small village medicine man. together they become magic lawyers and overthrow the government

the main details in these do survive into the iterations I’ve drawn (instead of these actual designs I spent time to make el oh el): the “leaf” diamond quilt/gambeson and the plaited coattail for milo, the “atypical” weapons, long coat, and large number of scattered fake gold trims and accessories for raihan. I think I lost raihan the hat and added a cape for milo further down the line because like this their general silhouettes are too similar for my liking lol

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 768: Doubashi attack!!

Pag 1

1: Orange....

“Less of a hero”? Ah!?

2: Nonsense!!

You've never been a hero to begin with!!

Pag 2

1: Ha..... Hakogaku!!

Even Hakogaku caught up!!

2: Thick.... thick.....

3: A man like this holds the strongest of powers!!

6: I'm thin compared to him!!

That's not true, Oosumi-kun!!

7: Senpai, is he strong?

The Hakogaku member who last year defeated Sohoku's Kaburagi in the first day's sprint is

Pag 3

1: him, Doubashi Masakiyo!!

Buah!!

Pag 4

2: Buah...

So in the end you've decided to run?

3: “Chicken”

Pag 5

1: We're passing by the sign the signals 5km until the sprint line!!

2: Hakone Academy.....!!

3: Ace sprinter, Doubashi!!

Ugh.....

6: We're at “5km left” until the sprint

7: There's not much left

Pag 6

1: It won't take more than “10 minutes”!!

2: So you've come, Doubashi!!

It's “san”!!

San!!

How many times have I told you!!

3: Again!!

Pag 7

1: You want to get revenge against me!!

2: That's how someone who won last year would speak, but you lost against me!!

3: Hahaha, are you being a sore loser?

I'm telling you you're the one who lost!!

4: Whatever, come at me!!

It's not whatever, what are you even thinkin when saying that!!

Are you that self confident

Pag 8

1: We'll definitely win!!

2: Interesting, buah!! I came here to humble you!!

4: Ugh....

He's different.....!! He's much more dangerous now that he's running rather than when I met him this morning in the tent!!

Pag 9

1: Hakone Academy's Doubashi!! He's so overwhelmingly intimidating!!

It's like the pressure of a huge raging bull that has its eyes on you!!

2: Just by looking at me he makes me feel like my hands and feet are restrained

Issa fought against someone like him last year!?

4: No!!

5: Calm down

Steady your breathing

6: Swallow your nerves, Danchiku Ryuuhou!!

Pag 10

1: He moved on his own!!

Everyone is so overpowered by Hakogaku that they're not moving!!

For me, on the contrary

2: It's a chance!!

Nagoya's Komao used the curve and jumped ahead

He plans on going ahead alone!!

Pag 11

3: The sprint line is 5km from here!!

Horse acceleration!!

I think I can aim for a breakaway victory!!

4: That guy has a reputation for running solo!!

Gallop!!

This is bad!!

5: Doubashi has an incredible pressure!? But isn't this kind of things

6: just fears that we create ourselves!?

7: I can keep going like this!!

Doubashi isn't worth fearing!!

Pag 13

1: Where are you going?

3: Uaaaaaaagh

Pag 14

1: I thought I was 200m ahead of him, and yet

2: I could have let you go freely, but if you keep wandering around in front of my eyes like that

3: I can't win comfortably!!

Wa-

Pag 15

1: Hakogaku's Doubashi accelerated in an instant and passed Nagoya!!

Gallop!!

2: Together with Sohoku!!

3: Ah!? “Sohoku”!? Tch!! He reacted at the same time as me...?

4: You're the only one who can react at the same speed as me in this leading pack

Orange!!

Pag 16

2: Chicken!!

Pag 17

2: Orange is still behind!?

3: Did he give an order to this guy?

4: And he still managed to keep up with my speed of reaction!?

6: What, this guy's eyes, this running

Pag 18

1: What happened, your expression has changed!!

So this guy wasn't a chicken!!

2: Sorry, Doubashi-san

We'll take this sprint

3: The two of us!!

Pag 19

1: Garuaagh

2: After stopping Nagoya down, Sohoku number 5 jumped out from there

3: and attacked again!!

Tch

4: Hahaha

I told you!!

Pag 20

1: “We'll definitely win”!!

2: Orange!!

Hahaha, what we're aiming for is to be

3: “Japan's number one”!!

4: I'll make you Japan number two!!

[footnoteinhistory]

"Women couldn't resist me in those days, you know. I was a very dangerous man." PAYNE 1.02 "Sexual Intercom"

[overtake]

deceased at the implication that lewis was so deeply hurt by max’s dumb secret santa gift to valterri one year that he refuses to participate in the videos as a staunch moral stance. max lives rent free in these people’s heads so badly that they have to write fanfiction that frames lewis as some heroic protector of bottas to cope with him … just not wanting to do something he doesn’t have to do? save lewis from his own fans, man.

[batsplat]

sometimes pecco pops his pussy so hard that i’m like wow you really are 3 time world champion! other times he decides to go play in the gravel when leading and i remember that he scored 0 points in his moto3 rookie season

when the commentary during the sprint was like 'you know, he could have been on five consecutive race wins now if he hadn't crashed out of the catalunya sprint on the last lap', I had to laugh because that's the pecco bagnaia experience right there isn't it. even when he's winning four races in a row, a part of your brain is still remembering the disaster that directly preceded it. when he got that track limit warning, I was convinced he was gonna mess it up. not because it's something he usually messes up, because it isn't - just because you're always waiting for something to go wrong and that seemed as good an opening as any. but no, apparently he's just in the bit of the season where he wins stuff. for whatever reason. or maybe he'll crash on sunday. who knows

[seiwas]

it’s mr. sel’s birthday today !!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[chizu117]

I can't believe that there's even an option to tell Raphael that you're in love with the Emperor. Like why the Fuck would you tell him that?????? He already thinks that you're stupid now you're just pissing him off!!!!!!!!!

[reisspieces]

cala calling Leo ‘Leo’ while Eddie was out here calling Leo by his government name

[thesconesyard]

Where the West Begins

12. Stubborn as a Mule

Leonard McCoy had a problem. A big problem. A big, annoying, furry little problem.

Franklin.

Jaylah’s cat had taken an instant liking to the doctor.

McCoy did not return the feeling.

Now the doctor was not a disliker of animals, far from it. They had their uses, but so far Franklin had only shown an impressive talent for being wherever McCoy needed to be.

In Honey’s stall during the morning chores, McCoy would turn around and there was the cat, meowing up at him with big, wide eyes. He’d retreat to the hayloft and Franklin managed to follow.

The walk to the house for breakfast McCoy would be paced by the small cat. Jaylah would then step outside and scoop up the kitten for a cuddle before giving him his breakfast.

After meals it did not matter which door McCoy left the house from, Franklin was waiting.

“The wee beastie loves ye Len,” Scotty would chuckle, but McCoy only scowled.

Where McCoy went to work for the day his fuzzy shadow followed. Franklin would find himself a perch to watch from, or shade to lounge in, making sure to keep one eye on the doctor. Or so McCoy assumed, for if he made any move to go somewhere else on the ranch the little cat was on his feet in an instant.

At first it had been humorous. Then annoying.

Then McCoy woke up one cool morning. Scotty next to him was still asleep and snoring softly. McCoy moved carefully and began to stretch. His toes under the blanket bumped something. He wiped a hand across his face and slowly sat up.

Looking at McCoy, curled in a tight little ball on the end of the bed, was Franklin.

“How in the hell?!”

“Huh?” Scotty groggily lifted his head, blinking.

McCoy swung his legs out of bed, stood up and grabbed the little cat by the scruff of his neck. Two strides to the door, McCoy opened it with a flourish and set the cat outside. Quickly he closed the door before the cat could get back in.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, moving back to grab his pants and get dressed for the day.

“Len…”

“How did he even get in here?” McCoy demanded as he buttoned up his shirt.

“Dunno love,” Scotty said as he sat up. He knew it was better to let the doctor get his venting out before saying anything else.

“I’m going to have to check all around and make sure there aren’t any loose boards!” McCoy shoved his feet in his boots and stalked out of the cabin.

He nearly cursed as a small meow greeted him outside the door.

That afternoon McCoy had gone off to work alone in one of the sheds near the east pasture. He made a point of ignoring the small cat following him.

The hours wore away as McCoy worked, stopping occasionally to stretch, or wipe a sleeve across his face. Franklin had found a shady spot and was stretched out; McCoy had nearly forgotten about the cat.

He turned and bent to pick up a tool that had fallen earlier in the afternoon. But before his hand reached it, Franklin was there, batting his hand away.

“You little sonofa—” McCoy said as he swatted back at the cat then reached for the tool again.

This time Franklin used his claws and scratched McCoy across the wrist, through his shirt sleeve.

“Hey!” he called out, getting angry. “You no good—”

McCoy froze at a familiar rattling sound. He took a step back and looked down where the tool was. A big rattlesnake was lying coiled in the shade, lifting its head.

McCoy looked at the small cat, who was staring back at him with big green eyes. A faint smile pulled the side of McCoy’s mouth.

“Thanks,” he said, surprising himself. “Guess you ain’t so bad after all.” He reached over and scratched under the little cat’s chin. He glanced at the snake again.

“I think that’s enough work for now, huh?” McCoy said to Franklin. “Besides, I need to go clean these scratches, don’t I?” Franklin began to purr as McCoy continued to scratch, moving to the cat's ears. After a moment he scooped the little cat up and held him close.

“Just no more in my cabin, alright? We’ll be friends, but that’s where I draw the line. Alright?” He pointed a finger at Franklin. A little tongue peeked out and licked the end of McCoy’s work glove.

“Glad you agree,” McCoy said, and still carrying the little cat, headed for the house.

[averlym]

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[ugartecoco]