#born in february shirt

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

don owns this

He wears it nearly every valentines day because he can't pull for shit anymore

He stopped wearing it for a couple years, then started wearing it again once he started dating dwayne

[warlockiguess]

I wanna get this on a t-shirt

[homunculus-argument]

Wanting one of those shit-ton of text targeted t-shirts, but one that says

I AM THE STUPID PEOPLE YOUR BOYFRIEND HAS A DISLIKE FOR

you can idiot proof all you want, I have a screwdriver and idiots will find a way

I can operate any machine incorrectly

If I am standing in your way, FIND ANOTHER WAY

(I have no spatial awareness and I am unaware that you are there)

I am gay and my boyfriend pretends he doesn't know me when I wear this shirt in public

and yes, I was born in february

[babydollslibrary]

MAROON — JACK HUGHES

jack hughes x fem!reader

published: February 7th, 2023

summary: in which y/n and her best friend, Jack, get drunk on cheap wine and finally confess their feelings in her New York apartment.

specific lyrics: “‘how’d we end up on the floor anyway?’ you say, ‘your roommate’s cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how.’” and “the burgundy on my t-shirt when you splashed your wine into me and how the blood rushed into my cheeks” and “i chose you, the one i was dancing with in New York..”

warnings: light profanity, alcohol

GIF by jonasiegenthaler

i’ve known the Hughes family my entire life. with my mom and Ellen Hughes being best friends from playing hockey together, i grew up spending my summers at the Hughes lake house and visiting whenever possible. so, of course, i grew close to the three brothers.

Quinn, the oldest, is three years older than me. growing up he was always like the annoying, protective older brother i never had, and he still is.

Luke, the youngest, is a year younger than me. he’s my buddy, the one i go to when i need something set straight for me, and the only guy i know that would sit in his bedroom and miss a party at his own house just so he could comfort me over the phone.

and lastly, Jack. a year older than me, and my best friend since i was born, i guess. my mom and Ellen have always said that as soon as i was born, it was like Jack knew we were meant to be best friends. they claim that when i was a baby and he was one, he would cry until they put him in my crib with me, in which case they swear that it would instantly put a smile on my face. but no matter if those stories are true or not, we have indeed been best friends since diapers.

Jack and i’s friendship has always been different than the ones i have with his brothers, especially when i turned thirteen and started really paying attention to guys. that was the fateful year that Jack graduated from not only being my best friend but also my biggest crush. i started noticing not only how cute he really is, but how sweet he could be, and how comfortable i am with him.

which brings us to now, in my New York apartment, where i’m currently sat on the floor with the guy i’m head over heels in love with, sharing a bottle of wine. it’s the first week of the off-season and he had originally came over to help me pack for the annual lake house trip, but then my roommate popped her head in to ask if we wanted a couple bottles of rosé that she bought on sale. she was about to leave for the airport for her flight back home for the summer and couldn’t bring them with her. so Jack and i shared a quick glance and said yes, and now here we are.

i’m sat with my back against the coffee table, my feet in Jack’s lap.

“hey, do you remember that time- when uh- when Luke jumped into the lake from the rope swing, and just completely belly flopped?” Jack’s words were broken up between fits of laughter, and i burst out in laughter, as well, at the memory.

“oh my god yes! his entire chest and stomach were red!” it��s a wonder how we’ve yet to get a noise complaint from my neighbors by now. as our laughter dies down, Jack shifts around.

“my ass is numb from the hardwood.” he tells me, and the casual announcement makes me double over in laughter once more.

“how’d we end up on the floor, anyway?” i wonder out loud.

“your roommates cheap-ass screw top rosé, that’s how!” he exclaims through giggles. i don’t laugh with him, instead i stay silent, studying him. he’s so beautiful.

Jack stands from the floor, letting my feet roll of his lap and land with a thump. grabbing the empty wine bottle and our glasses from the coffee table, he goes into the kitchen. i watch him as he grabs my bottle of red wine from the fridge, refilling our glasses before walking back to me. he bends down to hand me my glass, but in his inebriated state, he doesn’t pay attention to his own glass in his hand and his wine splashes onto my white t-shirt. the burgundy liquid staining and leaving the shirt slightly see through, clinging to my braless chest.

“oh shit, sorry y/n/n!” his eyes go wide and he stares at my chest. logically, i know he’s just looking at the stain and not my breasts, but blood rushes into my cheeks at the thought of him eyeing my chest.

“it’s fine!” i wave it off, as i stand to go change. “i’ll be right back.”

i go into my bedroom and ruffle through the shirts that i don’t have packed for the summer, picking out an old USA Hockey shirt of Jack’s.

i step back out into the living room to find Jack had put on one of my vinyl’s, i watch as he dances around my living room to the sound of Photograph by Ed Sheeran. a smile breaks across my face as he just spins around the room. finally spotting me, he walks over and holds his hand out.

“dance with me, belle.” my heart flutters at his use of the nickname he started calling me in high school. he never explained why he started calling me ‘belle’, all i know is that one day when i had met him after his french class and my spanish class, he said he had a new nickname for me, and he’s called me ‘belle’ ever since. usually the nickname seems to be reserved for special moments or when it’s just the two of us.

i slip my hand in his, allowing him to pull me closer. his hands take hold of my arms, sliding them up onto his shoulders, and he wraps his arms around my waist, swaying us around the living room. he gazes down at me, a soft smile on his face and an unreadable emotion present in his eyes.

“hi.” his voice is barely a whisper.

“hi.” i reply in the same low volume. his eyes flicker over my face and his cheeks turn pink. making me ask- “what are you thinking?”

“i’m thinking that i’ve wanted to be in this position since high school.” his words confuse me. but my heart speeds up, as if it knows what he means before my brain does.

“dancing?” i laugh halfheartedly.

“you in my arms. just the two of us.” he clarifies and i can feel myself blush for the second time tonight.

“if you wanted me to yourself, you could’ve just asked.” i joke.

“i don’t just want you to myself.” he whispers. “i want you to be mine.”

his reply causes me to stumble a step, and my heart feels like it might beat out of my chest.

“don’t say things you don’t mean, Jack.” i tell him. suddenly, i feel insecure and afraid. i’ve never felt this way with him. other guys, sure. but never him.

“why would you think i don’t mean what i’m saying?” he stops our dancing and i only just realize that the song has changed. my arms slip off his shoulders, dropping back down to my sides, but his hands never leave my hips. “y/n, do you think i would say something like that if i don’t mean it?”

“i don’t know.” i mumble, shrugging my shoulders. he brings a hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, before letting it fall back down to my hip.

“i’ve been in love with you since high school, y/n/n. i thought by now you would’ve caught on, but i guess that’s on me because you always have been pretty oblivious when it comes to flirting.” he laughs.

“wait, what?” i ask. please don’t be messing with me. please be telling the truth.

“did you really not know? look if this is too much, if you don’t like me like that, then just tell me. straight out. because i don’t want to compromise our friendship with this confession. we can just forget it ever happened.” that sobers me up real quickly.

“wait, no, hold on. i never said i didn’t like you.” i rebut.

“what are you saying?” by the smirk on his face, i know he knows what i’m saying, but i take a deep breath and clarify anyways.

“jack, i’ve liked you since i was thirteen.” i confess. “i didn’t think you thought of me as anything more than your annoying best friend though.”

“y/n, i literally gave you a nickname that translates to ‘beautiful’ and you thought i was looking at you like ‘oh yeah that’s my best friend, she’s so annoying’?” he asks.

“what? is that what that means?” my tone is incredulous. i assumed he was calling me ‘belle’ like princess belle because i like to read.

“oh my god, you really had no idea? i literally gave you that nickname after we learned the word in french class. you were the first thing that popped in my head when we learned it.”

i can’t take any more talking. Jack starts to say something else but i cut him off by pressing my lips against his. it doesn’t take him more than a second to start kissing back, his lips locking with mine.

i pull back, breathless and anxious, but the smile Jack wears eases my nerves.

“so you like me, huh?” he jokes.

“oh shut up.” i roll my eyes, giving his shoulder a playful shoulder.

**BONUS SCENE**

we’ve been at the lake house for three days and so far, no one has even noticed that Jack and i are officially dating. have we really always been this touchy?

Jack and i have made a game out of it, guessing who the first person to notice will be. he says Ellen or my mom, but i say Quinn or Luke. we both know our dads don’t pay enough attention to catch onto anything.

i walk down the stairs, prepared to grab a snack before us ‘kids’ head out on the boat. Ellen and my mom sit in the kitchen talking, but go silent as soon as i walk in.

“heyyy.” i drag out, eyeing them suspiciously.

“hi, honey.” Ellen gives me a kiss on the forehead as i stop in front of them.

“what were you two talking about?” i ask.

“nothing.” they say in unison, shaking their heads.

“i believe you, not at all.” i joke, opening a cupboard to grab a granola bar. “what was it?”

“they were talking about you and Jack.” Luke says, walking out from the walk-in pantry. “mom was saying she thinks they should set you guys up on a blind date with each other.”

“Luke Warren Hughes! how long have you been in there?!” Ellen scolds, not even bothering to deny his claims.

“i was looking for something to eat, you’re the ones who came in gossiping.” he shrugs. before Ellen can refute, Jack walks in from the same way i came. wrapping an arm around my shoulders, he stops next to me.

“what are you guys talking about?” Jack asks.

“our moms wanted to set us up on a blind date.” i say, a sly smile on my lips as i look up at him.

Jack lets out a chuckle before directing his gaze to his mom.

“sorry, no can do mom. i’ve got a girlfriend.” he smiles, and i have to bite back a grin. it’s the first time he’s called me his girlfriend. i like it.

“you what?!” Ellen exclaims. “why have i not met her? or even heard about her?”

“it’s a recent development.” Jack shrugs. “anyways, i’m gonna steal y/n/n here. Quinn is waiting for us at the boat. Luke, c’mon.”

before i can even think to take a step, Jack sweeps my feet off the ground, throwing me over his shoulder and walking away. i smack at his back with my free hand while one still clutches my granola bar.

“Jack Rowden Hughes, put me down! right now!” he barks out a laugh and i can feel his neck shift against me like he’s moving his head around before he lands a smack against my ass. “HEY!”

he ignores my struggles, walking down to the dock, all the way to the boat before finally setting me down.

“i can walk. i have legs.” i laugh.

“i know, but i wanted to carry you.” he grins down at me. i scan the dock for Quinn, but with no sight of him i relax.

“you just wanted an excuse to stare at my ass.” i joke. Jack hooks his fingers through the front belt loops on my shorts, tugging me closer so that i’m pressed up against him.

“and is that a crime?” he asks. i smile up at him, sending one last glance toward the house over his shoulder, not seeing Quinn or Luke. i lean up, planting a kiss on his lips.

“what the fuck?!!” the exclamation comes from behind me and i pull back, spinning around quickly to find Quinn stood on the boat. he’s leaned over the side, staring at Jack and i with a dropped jaw.

“oh- hi, Quinny.” i smile, painting on a face of innocence. Quinn’s eyes dart between me and Jack.

“when the hell did this happen?” he asks. “i knew i never should’ve let you move to New York. he’s corrupted you. i should’ve insisted you moved to Vancouver, but no, i said ‘if New York is where she wants to be, i won’t push.’ i should’ve pushed.”

i look over to Jack, sharing an amused smile with my boyfriend as his brother rambles on.

“Quinn.” i interrupt. he stops, throwing me a raised brow before giving a side eye to his younger brother. “did you really think this wouldn’t happen eventually?”

he sighs, before nodding.

“i know. i expected this. i prepared for this.” it’s my turn to quirk a brow now.

“you prepared for this?” i ask. he nods and hops onto the dock.

“okay, it’s time for us to talk. Jack, y/n, when a man and a woman love each other very much, sometimes-”

“oH MY GOD.” i shout. plugging my fingers in my ears. “la la la la la i can’t hear you! i am not currently getting the sex talk from my boyfriends older brother! la la la la la.”

Quinn’s face lights up and he burst out in laughter. i take my fingers out of my ears, eyeing him.

“oh, that was good! you should’ve seen your faces!” he laughs. i turn to look at Jack, who still wears a disgusted grimace. i pat his chest and let out a sigh. “seriously, i’ll be right back though.”

Quinn takes off in a jog towards the lake house, but before he disappears inside, i hear him yell.

“MOM! YOU’LL NEVER BELIEVE WHAT I JUST SAW!”

Jack finally unfreezes from his state of disgust. pulling out his wallet and handing me a twenty dollar bill.

“you won.”

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 27: change / word count: 434

James doesn't particularly believe in coincidences, but when at 15, during the week his parents gave him a loose fitting bright red t-shirt with a Lightning McQueen print, he gets the top mark in an exam he didn't study for, found money he didn't remember he had in one of his jackets and won tickets to a Green Day concert, that's when his lucky t-shirt was born.

Since then, he uses it whenever the situation calls for it. Exams, new tricks with his skateboard, parties, amusement parks, and lots of other things. He even used it the day he helped his best friend to run away from his house to live with him. So it becomes common knowledge how important the tee is to James.

Four years later, during the warmest summer in recent memory, James is wearing the t-shirt that has faded slightly with the passage of time and no longer fits as loosely as it once did, when there is a knock on the door of the flat he shares with Sirius. Silver eyes and dark curls flood his vision and electrify his entire body.

A month later, the morning after Regulus' birthday party, who is trying to make up for the lost time with his brother, James overhears that in a couple of days he will be auditioning for a part in a film. His relationship with Regulus is... complicated, James tries his best to get him to like him, but the younger boy always seems to be displeased by his presence. Considering this, James doesn't know what possesses him when instead of changing into his lucky tee he decides to sneak it into the bag he knows belongs to Regulus. He barely passes his driving test that day but he is strangely happy. 

James never mentions the t-shirt again but Regulus wears it under his jacket when he gets the part for his first important film. 

He also wears it a week later when he asks a very surprised James out on a date.

He uses it again on the day they kiss for the first time. 

Once again when Sirius tells him he loves him in the middle of a game of chess.

One more time when he spends his first night together with his boyfriend.

Then again every time he wins a new award (which is quite often).

And again under his suit at his wedding with James.

James realised that he doesn't need to be the one wearing the t-shirt to be the luckiest man in the world.

Regulus has never and probably never will watch Cars. 

[fayelero]

ⓘ 02. DRUGS !

⤷ FIC ﹫ suna rintarou x fem!reader ﹫ fluff ﹫ addict au!

⚠︎ suggestive, mention of sex, fluff, insults, drug use, coke, addict reader and suna, make out session .ᐟ.ᐟ

Suna exhales a slow stream of smoke, watching it swirl against the dim light of your apartment. His body aches from practice, his muscles tight from drills and spikes that left his arms stinging. He’s exhausted, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and all he wants to do is collapse onto the couch, preferably with you sprawled across him, sharing the slow burn of a cigarette between your fingers.

But the second he opens the door, he knows you’re gone.

Not gone as in missing—no, you’re very much here. Splayed on the couch like a siren who’s forgotten how gravity works, your half-lidded eyes tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling, a dreamy haze painted across your pretty face. The dim neon glow from the shitty LED lights you insisted on putting up makes your skin glow, painting you in deep purples and blues, like something out of a fever dream.

Suna smirks, kicking off his shoes lazily, tossing his duffel bag somewhere by the door. He doesn’t need to ask to know. You’re high.

And not just a little high. No, you’re lost in the cosmos, floating somewhere between existential enlightenment and pure nonsense.

He steps closer, and the smell of weed clings to the air, mixed with the faint traces of the incense you probably lit in some artistic attempt to “cleanse the room’s aura” or whatever bullshit you had rambled about last time.

“You look fucked up,” Suna mutters, his voice hoarse from practice, laced with amusement as he leans against the arm of the couch, looming over you.

You tilt your head, slow and deliberate, eyes glassy but locked onto his with an intensity that makes him pause. And then, with the utmost seriousness, you say—

“Time isn’t real.”

Suna blinks.

You nod, as if confirming it to yourself. “I’ve been thinking, Rin. Like, really thinking.”

“Oh yeah?” He humors you, one brow lifting as he crouches down to your level. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, shaking one loose. “Enlighten me, Socrates.”

You push yourself up onto your elbows, movements languid, sultry even, though you’re probably not even aware of it. Your lips part, tongue darting out to wet them before you whisper—

“The government made up time so we’d be forced to participate in capitalism.”

Suna stares at you for a second before a low chuckle rumbles from his throat, shaking his head as he flicks open his lighter. The flame casts warm shadows across his sharp jawline, illuminating his smirk.

“You’re fucking ridiculous.”

“I’m fucking right.” You sit up fully now, legs crossed underneath you, the oversized shirt you’re wearing—probably his—slipping off one shoulder. “Think about it. Who decided there are twenty-four hours in a day? Who said a minute has sixty seconds? Why is February shorter than all the other months?”

Suna exhales, smoke curling from his lips. “Because that’s just how it is?”

“But who decided that?!” You grab his wrist suddenly, fingers warm against his skin, your pupils blown wide. “Who gave them the right?!”

He snorts, pressing the cigarette to his lips before offering it to you. You take it, inhaling deeply before exhaling in a slow, sultry motion, like you’re in some old noir film. Suna watches you, amused, eyes flicking over your features—the lazy curve of your lips, the way you hold the cigarette between two delicate fingers like you were born with nicotine in your veins.

“The moon’s fake, too.” You add suddenly, voice softer now, almost conspiratorial. “It’s just a lightbulb in the sky, Rin. A giant, space lightbulb.”

Suna leans in, resting his forearm on the back of the couch beside you, his face inches from yours. “So, what? You think NASA’s just been lying to us this whole time?”

“NASA is a front.” You whisper, eyes locked onto his. “For what? I haven’t figured that part out yet, but I will.”

Suna hums, taking another slow drag, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling. “You ever consider that maybe you’re just high as shit?”

You exhale, a lazy smirk tugging at your lips. “Maybe. But maybe that’s exactly what they want me to think.”

That’s it. Suna loses it, laughter spilling past his lips, deep and husky, his body shaking slightly from the force of it. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales against you.

“God, you’re so fucking stupid.” His words are muffled, but you can hear the fondness beneath them.

You hum in satisfaction, tilting your head slightly as his lips ghost over the sensitive skin of your jaw. “You love it.”

“Mm,” he agrees, pressing a lazy kiss there, cigarette still dangling between his fingers. “Yeah. I kinda do.”

And maybe you are ridiculously high. Maybe your entire body is humming with the aftereffects of whatever strain you decided to indulge in today. Maybe your limbs feel like jelly and your thoughts are one long, nonsensical conspiracy theory.

But Suna’s here. His warmth is real. The rough drag of his fingers along your thigh is real. The amused glint in his half-lidded eyes, the way he smirks against your skin, the sound of his low, raspy chuckle—real.

And in this moment, the only thing that matters is that he’s here, laughing at your bullshit, touching you like he’s memorizing every inch of your existence.

“…Hey, Rin?” You murmur after a moment.

“Hm?”

“What if, like…we’re just in a simulation?”

Suna groans, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh, running a hand through his sweat-damp hair. “I’m taking your weed away.”

You gasp, clutching his shirt dramatically. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He smirks, tilting your chin up with two fingers, his gaze dark and teasing. “I’ll think about it. Now shut up and let me kiss you.”

And, well—who are you to argue with that?

The moment Suna pulls away, lips still ghosting over yours, you can see it in his eyes—he’s considering it. The exhaustion from training is still there, tucked beneath the sharp gleam of amusement, but something else is creeping in now. Something dark. Something hungry.

You tilt your head, watching as he licks his lips, dragging a hand down his face. His fingers are twitching, restless. You know that feeling. That itch. The way the world slows down and speeds up all at once, how your heart pounds against your ribs like it’s begging to escape.

“You wanna go again?” Your voice is sultry, teasing, but there’s an edge to it. A challenge.

Suna exhales through his nose, smirking slightly as he rolls his neck, the tension in his shoulders momentarily forgotten. He leans forward, forearm pressing against the back of the couch, pinning you in place.

“You trying to kill me, baby?” His voice is low, raspy, dripping with something that makes heat pool in your stomach.

You reach between the couch cushions, fingers finding the small baggie tucked away for moments exactly like this. With a slow, deliberate movement, you hold it up between two fingers, watching the way his gaze darkens.

“Not my fault you have no self-control.”

Suna huffs out a laugh, but it’s breathless. His tongue darts out to wet his lips, eyes flicking between yours and the powder in your hands. There’s hesitation for all of two seconds before he snatches it from you, the plastic crinkling between his fingers.

“Last one for the night.” He says it like a warning, but you both know it’s a lie.

You watch as he taps some of the powder onto the back of his hand, rolling up a stray receipt from his duffel bag. The routine is second nature by now. It should be pathetic, but instead, it’s intoxicating. The way he leans forward, the slow inhale, the way his head tips back slightly as the burn hits.

He groans, low in his throat, blinking hard as he wipes his nose with the back of his hand. “Fuck.”

Your turn.

Suna watches as you take your dose, eyes half-lidded, jaw tightening slightly. You feel it instantly—the rush, the static humming in your veins, the way your heart picks up like a drumline inside your chest. Everything is sharper, brighter. Your skin feels electric.

And then his hands are on you.

It’s immediate, like flipping a switch. The second the high settles into your bones, Suna is moving—gripping your thighs, dragging you into his lap with a desperation that makes your breath hitch. His lips crash against yours, hot and feverish, teeth clashing slightly as his fingers dig into your skin.

You taste the coke on his tongue, bitter and numbing, but you don’t care.

Your fingers tangle in his sweat-damp hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan into your mouth. He smells like cigarettes, like sweat, like him, and it’s dizzying. Your bodies move in sync, messy and uncoordinated, chasing friction like it’s the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

Suna’s hands slide up beneath your oversized shirt, fingers splaying across your waist before slipping higher, brushing against your ribs. His touch is rough, desperate, fueled by adrenaline and coke and you.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he mutters against your lips, voice wrecked. “All messy.”

You don’t answer. Can’t. Not when his lips are trailing down your neck, tongue flicking against your pulse point, teeth scraping just enough to send shivers down your spine. Your nails dig into his shoulders, grounding yourself against the overwhelming sensations threatening to consume you whole.

His fingers hook into your waistband, tugging you closer, making you grind against him in a way that has you both gasping.

“Fuck, baby.” His breath is hot against your throat, his grip tightening like he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

“I want you so bad,” you whisper, and it’s true. The drugs make everything more. Every touch, every breath, every flicker of movement—it’s all amplified, sending your nerves into overdrive.

Suna tilts your chin up, forcing your gaze to meet his. His pupils are blown wide, jaw clenched, breathing uneven.

“Then take me.”

[dclovesdanny]

Hii! I'm the one who asked about the dead serious soulmate AU prompt and I was talking about your latest posts of it where the ending is that jazz gave Damian a notebook(Danny's) to Damian which was filled with Robin pictures and notes, and yeah. Anyways, I looked through your dead serious prompts and saw this one prompt but it doesn't have a continuation, at least as far as I know.

https://www.tumblr.com/dclovesdanny/744946841060294656/dc-x-dp-prompt-dead-serious-prompt-14-damian-and?source=share

Really love the concept of it as well as this one!

https://www.tumblr.com/dclovesdanny/743789718574120960/this-would-work-so-well-with-any-dcxdp-ship-but-i?source=share

Anyways! Hope you post more dead serious ship prompts and other ships as well, I really like your posts!!

Thank you so much for the compliments! I’m going to expand more on the second one, even though some other people expanded on it, mostly focusing on time travel and how it would affect it.(I would recommend reading those reblogs, they are amazing!)

This is probably going to be part one of my first connected series. What should I call it?

Damian’s first fact from his soulmate appeared during his first few weeks with his father. Damian had awoken with the words on his arm, and immediately taken stock of what he could deduce from the messy handwriting.

I love the stars

The first thing he learned was that his soulmate was born on February 11th late at night or 12th early in the morning, and was currently ten years old. His soulmate had to have been born early in the morning, and next year he would have to stay awake all night to determine exactly when his soulmate was born.

Secondly, his soulmate’s first language is English. That pointed towards his soulmate being born in the United States, Australia, or England. Of course, his soulmate could be raised by immigrant parents, but that is less likely.

Third, his soulmate had messy but readable handwriting, indicating his soulmate was learned at the least, and further pointing towards the states, as it was required for American children to go to school.

Fourth, his soulmate loves the stars. He would have to have Father fund the Gotham Observatory, and research more about light pollution. Perhaps he could even take his soulmate to Nanda Parbat, where the stars are not affected by light pollution.

He could hear his father’s voice downstairs, and his father’s band of strays were starting to wake. He had spent almost an hour focusing on his soulmate without even realizing it. He gets out of bed, and after a moment of hesitation, he covers the fact before going downstairs. While he would never be ashamed of his soulmate and fight anyone who dared to breathe otherwise, he wanted to keep his soulmate to himself, if only for awhile.

————————————————————————

Danny woke up in an instant, for once waking without his alarm or his sister doing it. The minute he remembered the date, he yanked his sleeve aside to stare down at his soulmate’s fact. He really hoped he was the younger one. He stared down in confusion

أنا نباتي

After almost 15 minutes of googling frantically, he finally figured out that his soulmate’s fact translated to I’m a vegetarian. He also learned his soulmate’s first language was Arabic. Wait, did his soulmate even know English? Damn, if they didn’t this would suck.

Resolving to try and learn some phrases in Arabic, he looked at the clock and swore. It was almost time for him to leave for school, and he could hear his sister coming towards his room. He quickly changed into a NASA shirt and pants and grabbed his things. He couldn’t wait to tell Tucker!

[demonstars]

MY PART FOR THE WORLDWIDE DTEAMIES COLLAB. thank you @suenitos for the wonderful idea born in our dms xoxoxo. Anyway. have some ecuadorian dteamies with snf being victims of my favorite carnaval tradition which is To throw water at any traveler during carnaval. translation under the cut!

DRIM: U guys ok? SYLV: ?!? *LAUGH* JORGE: I'm never going out with this guy in carnaval. DRIM: ... At least your hair looks good? JORGE: Don't come at me with faggotery, THEY MASSACRED US. SAPITO: DON'T FUCK WITH ME—

Some details :333

sylvee is drinking inca kola which is actually a peruvian drink but eh. i see it plenty in ecuador. she is also wearing a barcelona (ecu team ver) shirt.

dream is wearing a guayas shirt, which is the costal south region of the country. he is also sporting marathon shorts, which are The sports brand.

it is currently illegal to wet people on the street just because. this doesn't mean that it doesn't keep happening. i like to think snf got the short end of the straw in going outside and through a carnaval street and lost to kids with water guns and balloons, which is something that has happened quite a lot of times to me. i have also thrown water at many people from the sky, to be clear (BEFORE IT WAS MADE ILLEGAL. SMILES.)

george is also wearing marathon and also probably a white shirt because february in ecuador is so hot and humid you really shouldn't be wearing black. sapnap is wearing black because he wanted to use his don ramon shirt. that is a national treasure too, btw. every self respecting man should use one.

i like to think they're coming from super despensa aki for no reason other than I miss my local super despensa aki.

in ecuador you use "man" as you would use "dude", with the thick spanish accent, which i find very funny.

hey kudos to you for making it down this far!

[pmamtraveller]

KONSTANTIN SOMOV - THE BOXER, 1933

The Boxer depicts Boris Snezhkovsky, a regular model for the artist. In a letter to his sister, Somov wrote: "Two days ago, I finished a portrait in oil, a 'nu' (half-length), and afterward I painted a 'still life' beside him: a mirror, behind him a chest of drawers, on which lay his shirt and vest, with a pair of boxing gloves hanging on the wall. The painting is not bad." Somov was known to be very critical of himself, so calling the work 'not bad' actually meant he thought highly of it.

Around 1930, Somov met a young man in his twenties who would go on to inspire some of Somov's finest later pieces. He would pose for simple portraits, lovely, subtly provocative oil paintings, and could have been the subject of more sensual watercolors. Somov was a homosexual, but the specific details of his connection with his model and friend remain a mystery. It is known that the artist gave a collection of drawings and paintings to the sitter, which included a self-portrait that the young man requested Somov to create. The artworks depicting the artist's youthful muse were likely made between 1930 and 1937.

Boris Mikhailovich Snezhkovsky was born on July 23, 1910, in Odessa. His father worked as a ship captain for the Russian Volunteer Fleet. During the Revolution, seven-year-old Boris and his mother journeyed across the country, from Odessa to Vladivostok, before eventually making Paris their new home. In 1937, Boris obtained French citizenship through naturalization. Additionally, he tied the knot that year and started serving in the military; he was discharged in 1940 following the Fall of France and got divorced in 1942. At some later time, he got married again to Christiane Karcher, had at least one child, and was listed as working as an accountant and a physical education teacher. He committed suicide on February 24, 1978, at the age of sixty-seven and was buried in the Russian cemetery at Sainte-Geneviève-des-Bois, where many émigrés including Somov, are buried.

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ain’t no one to bail me out

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Darrel Curtis does not cry.

As a kid, Darry remembers hearing the story from his mom and dad all the time growing up. He was mom and dad’s trick child before the crybaby of the family came along nearly four years later: a football star, brought home straight A’s on every quarterly report card, valedictorian of his graduating class despite growing up on the east side of the tracks…

And he didn’t cry when he was born.

Ponyboy had been whisked away the second he was delivered ‘cause he was born premature, Soda cried ‘til his face turned blue, and Darry didn’t cry a lick, that’s what they always said. Mom and dad often told the tale fondly, how each of their births ended up ringing true regarding their personalities as they grew older — the youngest who always somehow got himself into trouble and relentlessly had to be doted on, the bawl-baby middle who had to be the centre of attention no matter what, and the eldest who had no choice but to grow up far too soon.

They’d say he had just stared up at the doctors with his pale, blue-green eyes, blinking slow as ever; he made deep, even breaths. Darry was their easiest baby by a landslide and his parents — for a few years, at least — had wondered how difficult this parenting thing really was, or if all of Mom’s mom-friends had just been exaggerating.

(Of course, she was in for the shock of her life come Sodapop.)

Every skinned knee, every broken heart, every rumble and black eye, he kept the anguish in. He hardly even shed a tear the time a Soc punched him a bit too hard and broke his nose — he’d just gotten back up, dusted himself off, threw one last punch that knocked the jerk flat on his ass, and tore off his own battered-up shirt right off his back to hold it against his nose in an attempt to mitigate the bleeding as he ran like a bat right out of hell back home.

He didn’t cry at the wake, either, nor the funeral, or on the phone with the cops on the afternoon of his twentieth birthday when they delivered the news, or when he got into the car to go sign out Pony and Soda from school in the middle of the day, or during the ride to the hospital with both his brothers in the backseat to tell them what had happened, or when both Pony and Soda were both crying so hard they couldn’t breathe in the hospital, or even that very first night when he laid his head on his pillow after all was said and done.

He didn’t cry because he’s Darry Curtis, and he had to keep it together for his kid brothers.

Darry knows Pony blames himself for it all, even all these months later, even though it should be his fault if anybody’s. It was his birthday, after all, his favourite chocolate frosting from a high-end West Side bakery Paul had introduced him to forever ago on the other side of the tracks, his goddamn birthday cake. He knows that Pony was expected to have gone after school the day before to pick the frosting up the day before, and that they were crossing those damn train tracks because he had forgotten, but it wasn’t his damn birthday.

It was Darry’s, and it positively haunts him in the middle of the night knowing they died over his favourite goddamn icing from the goddamn West Side bakery across those goddamn train tracks.

The next two months were desperately unbearable, but Darry still didn’t cry. He kept it together ‘round his brothers because they needed someone stable to rely on, damn it, through the relentless custody battles and courts and their own grief. His parents let them all down, and he just couldn’t let his brothers down, too, even if it felt like they were all at each other’s throats every other day.

The end of February rolled around somehow both agonizingly slow and all too fast, like whiplash, and somehow it’d already been nearly two months since the crash. Nearly two months of Pony sleeping in Soda’s bed because of his nightmares, nearly two months of Darry having to take on the triple-barrel role of brother, father, and mother all at once, nearly two months of being a twenty-year-old university-dropout-slash-orphan and having to pick up a full time job and teach himself how to pay off damn electricity and water bills instead of attending freshie parties and getting blackout or hooking up with a pretty gal in a stranger’s dorm room whom he wouldn’t even recognize the next morning.

Nearly two months of not baking any goddamn chocolate cake, which once upon a time was a daily delicacy in the Curtis family household, no matter how much their parents used to chew their kids and the rest of the gang out about it, because eating cake every day wasn’t healthy.

Darry knows how disappointed the gang has likely been about it, but baking is just one of those unsaid things that he simply hasn’t been able to stomach doing since losing them.

The last day of February is when it all comes crashing down on Darry; it’s a Tuesday night after sundown. Pony’s silently writing away at the kitchen table with a novel and a notebook both open in front of him, and Soda’s lying on the floor watching goddamn Bugs Bunny on the garbage television they’ve got.

[maximumwobblerbanditdonut]

To help remember what you forgot! 🤔

“If you don't know where you've come from, you don't know where you're going."

In ten years of MPC have you heard about how it all started in Scotland? 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 If not, then that's just how this company rolls I guess. Generally, nobody will know or care- sadly. If yes, then you are well within your right to be miffed, If you've watched it from the beginning and it hasn't been mentioned

After two months since SH IG Live from New York, 🗽last January introducing the main charity collaboration, we have not seen Sam refer to the origins of MPC on this 10th anniversary.

MPC has applications in various fields. However, it's important not to overlook the origins of MPC, to accurately plan a tenth-anniversary, you must remember both the date (when) and location (where) of MPC's birth, and the people involved which is crucial for its MPC celebration.

For those who forget or are not familiar with MPC’s origins, allow us to remind you. Always is a good decision to look back on time on the first steps fondly, and to know the initiators who started the programme.

Where do we come from? Is fair to say and then think “Where do we go from here?” 2 phrases that can refer to questions about the past and future of MPC in their 10 years, that have not started in America? MPC, as everybody knows, and it’s good to remember, was born in Scotland by a Scottish with a purpose who decided to take a different path along the way across the pond.

When SH back to Scotland to work in the Outlander series after spending more than 10 years in London. He came to John Valbonesi and the Shears brothers for help. The brothers Gareth and Chris Shears owners of Bear Strength Clothing, focus on the CrossFit market and teamed up with Sam Heughan, and co-owner of the Fight Camp Glasgow’s John Valbonesi to create My Peak Challenge, achieving personal goals – raising money for charity Leukaemia and Lymphoma Research and donating those profits to the cancer-fighting charity Bloodwise UK (now Blood Cancer UK 🇬🇧)

Gareth and Andy Shear, who set up Bear Strength, a fitness clothing line in 2013, and distribute to countries including Canada, USA and Australia.

That included a My Peak Challenge t-shirt from Bear Strength, a wristband and a sticker. The team originally included Sam + three members (the two brothers and Valbo) and there was no connection to Alex Norouzi.

Over time, AN gradually eliminated the Shear brothers after his participation in MPC. So, If SH wants to commemorate MPC's 10th anniversary, they should remember when, where, and who participated in its beginnings. MPC - My Peak Challenge was created in December 2014 and launched in January 2015 in Scotland with a different team. Let alone with Alex, since all this happened before he met Heughan.

In a recent Instagram profile update, Alex Norouzi upgraded his resume from CEO to co-founder of MPC. This changes MPC's vision and relationship with Scotland, where MPC was founded and began without him. It's important to clarify that MPC's origins were in Glasgow, Scotland, not Los Angeles, California.

SH teamed up with Fight Camp Glasgow’s John Valbonesi and Bear Strength Clothing to create My Peak Challenge.

EDA’s co-owner John Valbonesi played a role in Glasgow, being one of the initial Sam Heughan’s trainers at the MPCPrepProgram. In this context, Valbonesi would be regarded as a co-founder, Similarly, to Gareth and Andy Shear, the brothers who helped Sam. They designed 🎨 MPC logo and marketed the t-shirts, also contributing to establishing the first relationship with the early supporters, known as "peakers."

In late 2015 Alex and his friend, photographer Peter Lueders, travelled to Scotland for an interview and extensive fitness shoot with SH. Their photos appeared on the cover of The Box magazine in January/February 2016, which boosted Sam's ego. Later that year, Alex quickly became Sam's best friend. The goal of this trip was achieved the same year when My Peak Challenge headquarters moved from Scotland to Los Angeles. Mission accomplished. ☹️

Additionally, Alex Norouzi was not a co-founder of MPC; he joined the movement later by building on the work done in Scotland obviously without him which helped to enhance his status in L.A. since his arrival in this city in 2004. This point is a distinction that should be accurately conveyed.

However, Alex Norouzi was not involved in this stage, No one knew about him when MPC started its activities in Glasgow. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿 Now he’s trying to give a new version as a co-founder of My Peak Challenge, which is incorrect. MPC was registered as an American company after Sam Heughan transferred his headquarters to Los Angeles, but their activities were created and launched in Scotland first.

If Alex wants to consider MPC "founded" in the US, and not when it started operating in Scotland, then in this case, MPC wouldn't be commemorating its 10th anniversary, but only 8 years, as the company was registered in October 2016 in the US. MPC's current format is only 4 years old, dating back to 2020 when an additional modification was included in the products/services for personal training and online fitness. There's no information about staff or co-founders listed, meaning Alex isn't listed in My Peak Challenge. MPC only mentions Sam Heughan as the company's founder.

You can't be something you're not! Pretty simple.

SH participated in what it means to reach maximum physical condition, now it is in Valbo’s hands, Program Director of MPC @mypeakchallenge, Hollywood Personal Trainer 🤔 I wonder What is Valbo's customer base in Hollywood?

SH wore the Fear The Beard T-Shirt in his Twitter avatar, including Graham McTavish, who rocked a Fear The Beard T-Shirt as well.

Sam should be careful when distributing co-founder titles. "Co-founder" implies a role in the creation of the idea 💡 and does not necessarily reflect an individual's skills or abilities. Co-founder is not a job title, and it isn’t a perpetual licence to be employed at the company, regardless of what you do. It's important to clarify that Alex, and no one else associated with MPC in America, was among the original participants who help created My Peak Challenge - MPC in Scotland.

Why do SH fans travel to Edinburgh to celebrate the MPC gala or come to celebrate Heughan's birthday? 🎈 Why not Los Angeles? There are times when certain things need to be made clear, and this is one of them, although Sam Heughan forgot to mention it during the MPC anniversary video, as usual. He only remembers Scotland when he needs to brag or sell something.

Alex seems to be trying to erase any memory of Sam that might link him to his old life in Scotland. Essentially, he wants to prove that Sam started a new life in Los Angeles solely related to him. Perhaps SH wants to hide something related to his past, which always suggests that his new life began with Outlander as he always wished.

Posted 13th March 2025

[lvnleah]

what is rorys backstory and why was she put in care?

— RORY MIEDEMA.

Rory Anneliese Miedema was born on February 4th 2019 to two young parents. Her biological mother and father were only twenty and twenty two and were both addicted to heavy drugs and alcohol.

Rory's mother was estranged from her family and so was her father. At just a few hours old, Rory was placed with a foster family while they tried to track down a relative who would be willing to take her in.

They contacted Rory's grandmother, Anneliese, who was more than willing to take her in. Her grandmother was widowed and her only child was Rory's mother so having a family member was healing for her. Anneliese was only 54 when she adopted Rory so knew she would be there for her whole life.

However, that changed when Rory was three years old in December 2022 when Anneliese passed away. Her death was sudden and unexpected, she passed away when she was involved in a head on collision with an oncoming car who was on the wrong side of the road. She was on her way to pick Rory up from the babysitter who was a family friend.

That night, the police arrived at the babysitters house to break the news and help tell Rory who didn’t really understand because she was only three. Rory stayed with the babysitter that night and the next morning a social worker came to collect her. The babysitter made sure that Rory had all of her belongings and precious stuff that belonged to her grandma that Rory would appreciate one day.

Luckily, Rory was placed with a caring foster family who she stayed with for the six months until Beth and Viv adopted her. Her foster mother made sure that all of Rory’s belongings were kept with her and Beth and Viv appreciated that because they got to know Rory through them and old photos.

When Rory grew up, old photos and her grandma’s stuff were her most prized possessions as well as her Mum and Mamma’s shirts she collected over the years.

[ilovemygfbro]

Kantou Yuumen | Pjsk Oc

Physical Traits ~

Age : 15

Height : 5’3” (160 cm)

Weight : 106 lbs

Basic Qualities ~

Pronouns : He/They

School Year : 2nd

Birthday : February 16th

Unit : Crown Metal

Role : Guitarist/Keyboardist

Character Sheet Details ~

Specialty : Quick Learner

Favorite Food : Vanilla cake with strawberries

Hobbies : Gaming, reading, drawing, learning new songs on his instruments, teaching himself dances and choreos

Dislikes : Sudden loud noises, anger, raw carrots, weird textures

Brief Overview ~

Kantou is a part of the free-lancing metal group Crown Metal, preforming as their “jester”. He tends to be a little blunt and forgets to think before he speaks, but he always means well. He’s determined to help him and his band mates find ways to express themselves without the judgement of others. He’s very supportive of his friends and loved ones, tending to put them before even himself.

Quick Facts ~

Kantou was actually born with a different name, but he refuses to tell anyone what it was. Though, he doesn’t mind if they know that it exists.

He’s autistic. It’s more self-diagnosed, because his dad refuses to take him to get tested, but everyone he knows agrees that the diagnosis is correct.

He actually was a Vocaloid fan before he found out about the Sekai, and his favorite singer is Flower!

He refuses to wear shorts, ever. None of his friends can ever remember a time they’ve seen him wearing anything other than pants.

He’s extremely clingy. He’ll grab the sleeve of his friend’s shirt, practically tackle them down out of nowhere — anything you can think of. It’s mainly when he’s excited though.

He collect stuffed animals, and the softer and plushier they are, the better.

[agentstarkid]

KALOPSIA ✦ DR3

Kalopsia, a Greek term that encapsulates the enchanting phenomenon of seeing something as more beautiful than it truly is. In matters of love, kalopsia paints an exquisite portrait of romantic delusion— a state where the heart, intoxicated by affection, transforms the ordinary into the extraordinary. It's the magic that turns a shared gaze into a symphony of stars and a simple touch into a dance of cosmic forces. In the realm of kalopsia, love is not just seen; it's felt in the kaleidoscope of emotions that color the world with a unique, intoxicating brilliance.

✦ PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x famous!latina!reader

✦ PIT BOARD: social media au | ✦ FC: becky g

✦ TRACK LIMITS: female!reader, fluff, mentions of sexual acts, age gap, language, internet meanies, angst if you squint.

✦ MAY'S RADIO: Holii loves! Happy Valentine's Day in advance to those who celebrate! ❤️ And to those who don't -like me- Happy Galentine's Day! Feliz San Solterín! or, Happy random February day! 🙈 Here's a little treat for y'all! I know it's been almost two months, and I'm so sorry! But I got a new job and it's been stressful ngl + my work hours aren't the best and I get home super late. So please, have patience with me and with the next chapters! I haven't given up on this and I have so much planned 😊 Let me know what you guys think of this chapter! ❤️

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JUNE 10, 2021

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yourinstagram 🌧 the I Quit Drinking music video with thisislany is out now (apparently we were really upset about about not being able to pop bottles? 😂)

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pauljasonklein didn’t trip once yay! yourinstagram ily lil sis! “i quit drinking” out everywhere now x

userA "lil sis" lmao everyone who started shit last year about them rn: 🤡

danielricciardo the first 1000 replays are mine alone 🥰

user I'm so obsessed with this song, been repeating more than 10x a day🙌❤️

user2 userig we are totally jamming y/n tomorrow, you better be ready

kelseaballerini THIS IS STUNNING

user3 I listened to this song yesterday over 100 times laying by the pool. BEST SONG ❤️❤️❤️❤️

halsey you're both amazing ❤️

user4 Thank you so much for this! We always look for that perfect song that represents something or someone in our life. I’ve been searching for a long time and this song perfectly represents my ex and my past relationship to a “T” and why I had to quit drinking.

chloestroll Amazing work! 🔥❤️

user5 isn't this the dude who she cheated on her bf with last year? lol

userA apparently it wasn't just last year 😂

kaceymusgraves I love the way you're willing to take risk yourinstagram, this is your time. I'm so happy for you! ❤️

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yourinstagram Your light brightens my world and your spirit is as infectious as your laughter ❤️ Cheers to you, my love! Feliz cumpleaños, mi vida! 🥳🎂

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danielricciardo Gracias for being my brightest light, my love ❤️

marcusmumford happy lap around the sun flashman 🥳

user ai que gato 😍

daxshepard Happy birthday Aussie boy 😘

user2 happy birthday fellow July born

user3 vocês são tão fofos juntos!

user4 🥂🍾 HBD Honey Badger 🥂🍾 Love you from Thailand 🇹🇭

ausgp HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR FAVORITE AUSSIE!! ❤️

user5 omg omg max liked 😱

chloestroll Happy birthday DR! 🥳🍾

user6 what was he doing in that last video yourinstagram 😂

yourinstagram that day he visited me in the studio and ryantedder let him be the producer for a few minutes, and well, it was chaos 😂❤️

martingarrix 🥳🍾❤️

user7 THE BABY BADGER WITH A FERRARI SHIRT?? WHAT IS AIR?!

yourinstagram A philosopher once said: Everybody is a Ferrari fan...❤️ userA are you a Ferrari fan yourinstagram? yourinstagram aren't we all? I'm a Tifosa at heart ❤️ user7 OMG OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ANSWER ME

itsvittoriasousa Iza says: Happy birthday, Tío Danny! danielricciardo 🥳

yourmomsinstagram Feliz cumpleaños Danielito! ❤️ next time you come around, a big cake and a plate of your favorite meal will be waiting for you!

user8 LO QUE LOS AMO ES INMENSURABLE!!

conangray HBD DAD

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yourinstagram i've been very very busy ☀️🏝️🌿🏞️❤️

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user they're so precious and I will fight anyone who disagrees

user2 THAT NOTE!!!! 😭 just the most darling ugh I can't with them

nina well deserved ❤️

itsvittoriasousa those little toes in the havainas 😭❤️

yourinstagram I KNOOOOW!!! I CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭😭😭

danielricciardo Being your co-pilot on this is a mix of thrill and questionable decisions 🤷‍♂️ Let's do it all over again, shall we?

yourinstagram "questionable decisions" is all you 🙈 I'm an angel 😇 landonorris wasn't lucifer an angel? yourinstagram mclaren come pick up your kid, it's past his bedtime mclaren 👀👀👀

user3 "BIG DICK" I'M SCREAMING!!!!!! WHO GOT HIM THAT SHIRT??

user4 get that d girl 🔥🔥

evalongoria I love seeing you being happy ❤️

user5 does she have to flaunt every little message he leaves her? those are personal, attention seeking behavior lmao

user6 look at my pookie floating in the river 😍 I also wanna be held by daniel while I sit on his lap 😭

charles_leclerc next time you're in town we should all go karting 😊

userA sharls what are you doing here???? 😂 userB not my man out here shooting his shot in public lmaooo userC nah girl he's a known y/n-girlie, he's just trying to look cool meanwhile he's probably fangirling right now 🤣 joris_trouche can confirm userC 😂

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kymillman F1'S MOST POPULAR COUPLE?

My post of this couple on Friday was my biggest of the day by a mile! Will it be again today? Fellow Western Australian Daniel Ricciardo and Latin Superstar Y/N L/N arriving together for Saturday's Sprint Race (1st. photo) where Daniel managed to finish 3rd., and were seen again this morning walking around the Italian paddock before the race, where Daniel starts in P2.

For A3 prints, hand-signed & numbered by a range of drivers/team principals head to kymillman.com #f1 #formula1 #signedprints #monzagp #DanielRiccardo #Y/NL/N

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user love their height difference 🥰 i wanna put her in my pocket 🤏🏽

user2 She's so stunning omgggg 😍

user3 This is just ridiculous her mind and her style and how cute she is, beyond anything else on the grid

user4 She is a wannabe singer following him like a dog to every race.

userA sorry I can't hear your whinning over her 3 grammy's, 2 golden globes nominations, 9 latin grammy's and other multiple awards 🙂

user4 gawdddd dayhuummmmm 😍😍😍 the girl is pretty good too I guess

user5 is it hot or cold in italy?? I can't decide with what she's wearing

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yourinstagram MONZA WINNER BABYYYY!!! 🍾🍾🍾 From the roar of the engines to the victory kiss, every moment with you is a celebration and sharing these victories with you is my favorite kind of joy ❤️🏆 Beyond proud of my champion danielricciardo for this incredible weekend!! Look at that dazzling smile 😍 Monza wasn't just a race; it was a masterpiece of determination and talent, a testament to your dedication and passion for this sport and your team. Monza is for the dreamers, and you, my love, have made our dreams dance on this iconic track. 🏁

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danielricciardo thank you for always being in my corner, mi amor! Ti amo all'infinito ❤️

user english, spanish and italian; the polyglot romeo 😂❤️

yourinstagram Also, congrats to mclaren for their 1-2! 🧡

mclaren you were our lucky charm this weekend 🧡

jensonbutton Ricky Bobby did it again!

user "Monza is for the dreamers" WHY AM I CRYING SO HARD?? YOU'RE SO RIGHT Y/N

landonorris That was fun, let's do it again but I'm coming first next time danielricciardo

userA WHAT DID HE SAAAAAAY??!! 👀👀 maxfewtrell mate, do you even read what you write before you post things? userB "but I'm coming first next time" SJKLDJFKAS

user2 I can't explain the scream I let out when he jumped down from his car and ran straight to where she was to kiss her

user3 me entró un árbol entero en el ojo 😭

user4 quien pudiera ser ella para que daniel corra a plantarle tremendo beso 😪

lilymhe congrats to my wife's boyfriend! 🥳

alexalbon 🤨❓ yourinstagram did she stutter alexalbon? 👀

user5 bestie give him the best night of his life and blow his mind off for us, he deserves it 🤭😭

carmenmmundt Dining out again is a must next time we see each other! Also, congrats to Daniel 👏🏻😊

user6 "It's a team effort, and having her in my team makes all the difference" crying, shaking, pulling my hair out

userA they keep showing me that I've never really been loved 🫠

user7 she's so real for dedicating "willow" to him in her stories and simping for him 🥴 because honestly I'd do the same

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OCTOBER 6, 2021

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danielricciardo Happy birthday to this gangster! 🎉 You're officially a year older, wiser, and stuck with me. Here's to more laughter, adventures, and convincing you that my dance moves are, in fact, impressive. Cheers to you, mi amor! 🥳🎂❤️

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yourinstagram Stuck with you? More like blessed to be on this wild ride with someone that makes every moment an adventure! Te amo una galaxia entera! ❤️

scottyjames31 Daniel is a tiny bit less annoying because of you yourinstagram 😛 Sending massive birthday vibes your way, Sparky!

user if these two ever break up, we riot.

userA both of them posting each other's baby pics I CAN'T

marcusstoinis HBD Sparky! 🥳

userA I saw Scotty called her Sparky too, so that means his mates gave her a nickname?? 🥺 userB userA she did spend a few months in 🇦🇺 and she was part of the lockdown challenges the guys used to do + they've been together for some time now 😊 userC this is so so fucking adorable omg

kristenanniebell happy birthday gorgeous ❤️

user2 why is she with my man??? why can't I be her???

kylieminogue cheers to you, my darling! yourinstagram 🎉❤️

user3 bro r u kidding

gerihalliwellhorner Wishing you the happiest of birthdays yourinstagram! May your day be as bright and wonderful as your spirit ❤️

user4 this fucking caption man

user5 You should focus on driving better than on this nonsense.

pierregasly feliz cumpleaños mon ami yourinstagram

mclaren Happy birthday, Y/N! 🧡

user6 you gunna marry her

user7 Mate, you made a stupid move and now it has backfired. You should've stayed at RB FFS !! It's so painful to watch you struggle on each and every race weekend from a fan's POV and you keep getting distracted with this girl 🤧🤧😮‍💨

user8 I always knew she would find someone better than who-shall-not-be-named

chloestroll yourinstagram your presence lights up every room, and your kindness touches every heart. May this year bring you all the joy and fulfillment you deserve, babe! Happy birthday! 🥳❤️

trevornoah Happy birthday to the incredible Y/N!

user9 happy birthday mrs. honey badger!! 🥳🥳🥳

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OCTOBER 22-24, 2021

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f1gossippofficial Daniel arrived at the paddock this Sunday, accompanied by his current girlfriend Y/N (entered through separate gates), the girl was also at the McLaren garage on Friday! She was accompanied by her friends!

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user she understood the assignment

user2 The dedication to the tradition and the sheer adorableness is unmatched.

user3 in Y/N we trust 🙌

user4 What the hell is she even wearing? She should have just showed up in booty shorts because that skirt is too short, maybe she wants to impress the other drivers more i guess 😂

userA user4 i don't necessarily like her but that's literally such a dumb reason to hate on her 💀

user5 Y/N showing up in a cowboy-inspired outfit with Daniel is the level of couple coordination we didn't know we needed

user6 they arrived separately

f1gossippofficial They just entered through different gates, but they arrived together 🤷‍♀️

user7 Cowboy chic just got a whole new meaning

user8 she looks so cheap lol

user9 daniel ricciardo and his shadow

user10 She's always gorgeous. No wonder these haters are jealous haha

user11 Y/N stepping into the cowboy tradition with Daniel at the Austin GP is the sweetest thing!

user12 the amount of hate this girl gets is absurd!!! you dont know her. are you all seriously this deluded and jealous?!?! get a life she's a gorgeous girl who has done nothing wrong leave the poor girl alone

userA she's a cheater and a liar, Daniel deserves so much better userB userA do you have proof of what you're accusing her of? where you there to witness it when it happened? no? so shut the hell up

user13 Did anyone else's heart melt seeing them in their cowboy outfits? They're like a modern-day Bonnie and Clyde, but with way more style. Love it!

user14 I can't understand how people keep criticizing a person and relationship that they don't even know. If the girl can afford to be in all the GP's then congratulations, it's her life, not ours. Stop being so intense with a relationship that is not even yours, live your way and let others live theirs. Let's just enjoy the sport and respect drivers private life

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NOVEMBER 1, 2021

danielricciardo

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danielricciardo Oh boy. Halloween 21’ 🎃

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user I think the scariest thing is that it actually suits ya 😂

user2 El sonrisas

daxshepard same time next year?

user3 everything was good until I saw her in the girl's pic ugh 🙄🤢

user4 BLAKE ❤️❤️❤️

user5 you couldn't get that smile off of his face if you tried

user6 are Daniel and Y/N still in texas???

user7 great pics & your Y/N looks so cute!!! ❤️👻😍

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NOVEMBER 3, 2021

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NOVEMBER 21, 2021

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DECEMBER 14, 2021

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DECEMBER 19, 2021

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yourinstagram 💋

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sofiavergara Brilla y nunca dejes de hacerlo ❤️🌟

rosalia.vt Reina, siempre has sido oro. Sigue brillando con todo tu arte ✨💖

user can someone translate what she's saying for the non-spanish spearkers please? 🥲

userA "Ay, to be honest, I'm not worth it... I'm worth my weight in gold, dammit!" 😊

karolg Grítalo mami!!!!

user2 she really said: idgaf what y'all think of me, I know I'm THAT bitch! 💅 And I respect her so much for it 👏

shakira Totalmente de acuerdo, Y/N! Eres oro puro. ✨

selenagomez You've always been pure gold, babe. Keep shining ❤️

rubendias 💙

manuelturizo acá reina, se te calló esto 👑

user3 Eres más valiosa que anything in the whole universe

llane eres un tesoro inigualable, hermanita ❤️

lali a vos se te reza 🧎‍♀️

maluma Exactamente, hermana. Tu valor es como el oro, irremplazable. I love you ❤️

jbalvin Que siga brillando fuerte esa estrella tuya, hermanita 🌟

user4 I'm gonna sit here waiting patiently for Daniel's comment so I can know everything is alright and that we shouldn't panic 🫠🫠🫠

userA it's been more than 5 hours and no comment yet, but he did give it a like though

user5 WOMEN SUPPORTING WOMEN 🤝🏽

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DECEMBER 25, 2021

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DECEMBER 31, 2021

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yourinstagram 2021 was filled with moments of all kinds. Wanted to share the ones that made me smile even in the hardest of times. With the new year on the horizon and big changes coming soon I just wanted to take a moment to say I am so proud of us… We're a team.

Can’t wait for more of this in 2022 🌺 the type of laughs that hurt your cheeks, make your tummy hurt, & feed your soul. Beyond thankful ❤️

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danielricciardo Always a team ❤️

userA and the ring when?

user DANIELITO MADE IT TO THE POST, DAN-Y/N NATION!!!!! 😭

userA we can breath now, we are NOT children of divorce!!! 😭❤️

badbunny ¡Pa'rriba siempre, Y/N! Que este año nuevo te traiga pura buena vibra y éxito. 🚀💫

user2 MOTHER ❤️

user3 The photo with Dan sitting on the floor and leaning on Y/N's leg while she's running her hands through his hair gave me extra years of life 😭

taylorswift Your spirit shines so bright, and I'm excited for all the wonderful moments this year will bring us. I love you! ✨💖

luisfonsi Happy New Year, Y/N! Que este nuevo año te traiga más éxitos y alegrías 🥂

corey_wilson Happy New Year!

charles_leclerc maman I've made it 😎 Bonne année Y/N!

pierregasly I demand another lap and another photo because I'm not on this one yourinstagram 😤 Bonne année mon ami! ❤️

userA piEEEEERREE gasLYYYYYY!! userB did they all go go-karting? Rue when was this? 🧐 userC it was only Charles, Pierre, Daniel and George! It was in Austin userD so you're telling me they were all together and this is the only photo we have?

georgerussell63 pierregasly I'm not in the photo either! she destroyed you mate, admit it 😂 And I also demand a new one yourinstagram 🤨

fioamato Happy New Year filled with lots of love and laughter 🎊💖

iamdannaschwarz Beyond grateful to have you as a friend ❤️

itsvittoriasousa We love you to the moon and back! 🌙💖

user4 Happy Enchanted/Enchanté day to those who celebrate!

user5 we officially survived 2021, everybody!

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✦ ooops 🤭 btw this is how I picture him waiting for Girlie to perform at the Latin Grammys 🥰

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Whether it's a supervillain suit or a black tie suit, Tom Hiddleston just, well… suits everything. He's the kinda guy who heads to brunch dressed to the nines, so when he's on his way to one of America's biggest talk shows, you just know that this top-tier tailoring will be flexed in full. And flex, he did.

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Spotted on the set of Jimmy Kimmel Live! yesterday, the Loki star, with his signature combed-back hair and show-stopping smoulder, rocked up in a navy suit. But this wasn't any ol' navy suit. This one's by Givenchy and it's made from a luxe wool-mohair blend in Italy, where some of the universe's most excellent menswear is crafted. The blazer was detailed with shiny satin lapels, and it was fitted with a metal clip along the front, engraved straight across with the French maison's logo.

RB/Bauer-Griffin

The British actor then wore this with a classic white dress shirt, a slim tie (by Givenchy, of course), and he jumped into some matching trousers and a pair of perfectly-polished Chelsea boots. Just like Cillian Murphy's favourite pair, these had a heel around the back for an extra bit of oomph.

Hiddleston has never been afraid to experiment with his tailoring. Back in February, for example, he slipped on a double-breasted corduroy number by Paul Smith. And just a few weeks later, he was seen in a wine red one, courtesy of Brunello Cucinelli. Compared to either of these, this one goes down a more traditional route, but with Hiddleston being Hiddleston, of course it looks damn good on him.

Tom Hiddleston: Golden Globe winner, West End star, and now, the CEO of good, solid suits.

Givenchy Slim Fit Suit

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Guess I should explain this AU a bit more while I'm getting ready. For people on my X knew a bit, but people here might not know. It's supposed to contain mature themes such as drug and alcohol abuse. As well as workplace harassment, withheld wages, stealing credit, etc. Wade is the main focus of the story, unlike Ember in the original. It also takes place four to five years before the movie. For example, the movie came out in June 2023, and Wade is 26, according to the Unlikely Friends book. His unofficial birthday is February 20, so he was born on February 20, 1997. So this fanfic AU is set in 2019, when Wade is about to turn 22 on the day his band, Mainstream, has their return concert after their first world tour. The return concert is actually set to be on Wade's birthday. It's ironic because they are releasing the album inspired by him and his life, "Wade to my Heart" but his manager, Ty Phuong, scheduled it on his birthday on purpose to fuck with him.

There are four members; Creek Mill, Angel Falls, Font Sailor, and Wade Ripple.

Creek is non-binary but their manager, Ty Phuong, is an asshole and refers to Creek as male often in the story and in media so he can call the band a boy band. Creek is the shortest and a drummer, they are always put next to Angel who is self-conscious about his height.

Angel is the oldest member. He can't play any instrument at all. He worked with Mr. Phuong the longest but failed because he had no musical talent besides singing. Angel is a jerk and steals credit for the band's work.

Font is the tallest and strongest, he plays bass guitar. He played Waveball to get into university to be a music major. Talks to Wade about his dad. He met Creek there but they didn't get close until they joined the band. They started dating a little after talking about how Phuong mistreated Creek. In photos, he is never allowed to be next to Creek to hide their chemistry.

Wade is the lead guitarist and writes almost all the band's songs. He is the fans' (Streamies) least favorite member. Ty Phuong is their manager, he is an air man from Chinook. He's an asshole who purposely manipulates Wade, Creek and Font in a way where they are trapped to work with him. Creek and Font have no family to return being NB and gay as well as following music careers instead of something more 'substantial.' Lastly, Wade is purposely alienated from his parents and it only gets worse after his dad dies

Some information about their world tour is here on a shirt. They visited a different country every month, but in October they went to two different countries (more in image description) I spent a long time trying to come up with element-related puns for the places they had their concerts.

Wade has a very strenuous relationship with Angel, but the other members tend to stick to themselves. Wade admits his relationship with Angel is like a toxic co-dependency, Angel would be nothing without Wade and vice versa. Or that's what he is manipulated to believe.

Dewey in this AU doesn't die until Wade turns 18, he dies from a degenerative heart disease. His backstory is about he same, but slightly different since his health deteriorates and he is forced to quit Waveball early on. This allows for Dewey to be a much softer father than the original because he knows he's dying and unable to hide it from his kids early on unlike how it is depicted in the book where he hides it until it's too late causing him to have much harsher mood swings. All the kids work hard to fulfill their dreams before Dewey passes away, graduating school early, playing Waveball, and Wade starts in the band at age 16.

Ember is actually a huge fan of the band. She owns a limited edition chainmail band shirt from the band's tour in Fireland. However, it's a size too big since the one in her size was too much. She also made a custom chainmail hoodie that she wears only every once and awhile. These are red flags for Wade originally when they first meet, but he can't seem to pull himself away from talking to her since she doesn't recognize him as a member of the band. This is how Wade is able to talk to her freely without the fear of her judging him as others have in the past.

"It was the first genuine smile I've gotten in a long time. She saw me for who I am and not what I was, it made me want to cry. At that moment I wanted to tell her the truth, but then would her smile change?"

(not an actual quote but it's the idea I'm going for lol)

This next part you'll have to suspend your belief for, I realized based on my sibling's criticism that Ember not recognizing Wade despite being a fan of his band strange. I admit it's a little far fetched but let me have my fantasies ok ｡ﾟ･（>﹏<）･ﾟ｡

Anyway, more info on each image above in their descriptions

You probably already noticed throughout, Wade and Ember are smoking. Wade unlike the other members avoids taking narcotics, bu he ends up addicted to smoking. This is the whole reason Ember takes interest in him in the first place. She's never seen a water person smoke before. This makes her chase after him and that's how they start talking. Anyway, that's all I should say without fully spoiling the story. To be honest it's strangely my comfort story. Writing Wade's backstory and how he finds solace in talking to Ember despite manipulating the truth to avoid her knowing who he really is, is sweet to me?? I read too much manwha stories ngl lmao