#bullshit & jules

[loucifersbitch]

the fact that lou ended his latest cameo response to me with "Hee hee!" is going to stick with me forever

the man is a gigantic dork who is incredibly passionate about what he does. if he has 100000 fans? i'm one of them. if he has 100 fans? i'm one of them. if he has no fans? i'm dead

[op81s]

Thinking about how Alex was friends/teammates with Jules and watched his accident and then had to replace him and how similar the circumstances of that was to todays incident with the truck on track in an aquaplane zone. Honestly will be ever learn? And similar to when the FIA decided to penalise Pierre at Suzuka last year too :////

the way i got out of bed at 5:54 am and turned on my computer just to answer this ask because YES. i feel like a lot of people forget that jules and alex were teammates in f1 and that moment with the truck must have brought up a lot of terrible memories. and then he got a freaking penalty for it?? like... what did you want him to do?? as cass (@nico-di-genova) mentioned in one of their posts... he lifted as soon as he saw the yellow and then locked up which is what made him almost slide into the truck. there's not much else he could have done in that scenario and the truck just should not have been there.

cass and i have talked before about how horrible it must have felt for alex to have to replace jules after his accident and how at first he was supposed to race in the sochi gp THE WEEK AFTER but the team decided to run only one car (and for once the fia did the right thing and didn't penalise them for it).

in an interview in 2022 alex commented on that decision saying 'of course, a few days later, we made the decision, as a team and out of respect for his family, not to drive this car, it was too premature, it was a great relief for me. i didn't want to drive the car on a weekend like that.' and in that same interview alex compared jules to max saying that jules was on the same level as max in terms of talent and ability and went on to say that during his time at manor he himself was 'never at his level in terms of talent or performance, and he had an eye on the future, waiting for his chance.'

so yes i 100% agree with you on thinking of jules when that i saw that clip of alex going off and almost hitting the truck.

i was actually unaware of the pierre incident 'cause i'm very new to f1 but i looked it up and yeah... it really feels like they never learn, huh... (at least the fia admitted that they made a mistake there and they've implemented new procedures since to hopefully avoid another such incident in the future).

but yeah... very much feeling for alex now and for pierre last year 'cause those incidents must feel especially horrendous for those drivers in particular.

[vonlipvig]

internet connection at da maroon palace, what will they do

[aroace-cat-lady]

Idk it just rubs me wrong when people put labels into others because they just "don't know it yet". Maybe it's because I'm aroace, and everyone who has tried to put a label on me always gets it wrong, but it feels disrespectful and invasive. What I'm saying is, maybe you do have the best queerdar in the entire world and you are right, they are xyz queer identity, or maybe it's just more complex than that and you are wrong. Other person's identity isn't a guessing game. Sometimes it isn't your business.

[a-star-that-fell]

my hobbies include missing and/or ignoring the plot of literally anything i watch read or listen to, in favor of hyperfixating on 5-30 second moments that have absolutely no relevance or significance to the broader picture but make me feel shrimp emotions

[kinkykinard]

i just saw an antibucktommy post that literally made me cackle because they said season 7 was the season of buck getting unsatisfactory sex and next year eddie would have to have a threesome with tommy and buck just so he could teach tommy what to do... like, where tf are these people getting this from? what show are they watching? they were dead serious too!

i've been staring at this ask for a few minutes and i just cannot even begin to fathom what a cogent response might look like because this is so incredibly, bafflingly ridiculous to me

that is so out of touch i feel like i need to go touch grass, let alone whoever cooked it up

instead of responding, i'm just going to release this into the universe along with all the other absurdly farcical takes i've seen floating around lately and thank the gods that i've managed to curate my experience to the point that i don't have to come across things like that in the wild

[cosmicrhetoric]

characters like astarion are soooo hit or miss with me and i didn't really get the massive hype around him before playing so every early interaction with him had me like 🙄🙄🙄 BUT. but i underestimated the appeal of setting up an active hatership with an npc lmao cause i can stand him but he can't fucking stand me every time his approval rating of my tav goes down i clap and cheer. me and the WORSTIE 😈 <333

[tortoisesshells]

34. stars; for maggie and joe.

Maggie Evans hadn’t asked for much in life, and had let much of what she wanted pass her by: little trinkets she couldn’t afford, friends she had no time for, Joe Haskell, who’d never looked her way, until – Until he had. And then, crushingly, he hadn’t. If there were solace in knowing why Maggie was too far gone to feel it – seeing that thing’s teeth in his neck had made her throat own ache, and heart go light, as though she was scarcely tethered to life at all. Joe said he had to answer the door, after the knock came again – if she could only get him away from here, just as she had thought, those horrible weeks in the Old House, that if she could just run far enough away, she could be free of Barnabas – She took hold of his bedside lamp. Mouthing her silent apologies, thinking desperately of the moon and stars over a balmy sea, of some place in the world where no one had ever even heard of Collinsport – Maggie brought it down on Joe’s head with a dull thud.

send me a number and two (or more) characters, and get a five sentence drabble!

[little-mouse-adventures]

Disney's animated Mulan came out in 1998, and I just know 13yr old Juliet Butler would have been insufferable about it

[notajoinerofthings]

so, so tired of the whole dreiecksgeschichte in nord bei nordwest 🙃

[bookishjules]

sometimes you gotta realize that life is made up of things you don't want to do. and you just gotta acknowledge that and find some way to do the things anyway.. because life will throw every rock and pebble and stone, and you can only dodge them for so long before being buried beneath the rubble of what could have been a good life.. if only you'd taken the effort to catch the rocks and begin building a foundation... and then walls, and then a roof.. better to build a fortress, a home, a life.. sometimes you gotta realize that life is tough. you just gotta be tougher

[gingerwerk]

happy saturday, heres a snippet of the new hbo war au bopping around my brain recently~

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Opening the door to the bar, Walt was unsurprised to find it almost empty; he and Andy always caught the early bird special so that they wouldn’t be out too late on a school night. It was incredibly easy then to spot his uncle sitting alone at their usual table in the center of the room. Walt gave a quick, polite wave to Luz, one of the main bartenders, before he crossed the room and sat across from his uncle. 

“Hey,” Walt said quietly, unsure of what else to say. 

“Hey,” Andy responded with a nod before he let out a sigh and folded his hands on top of the table in front of him; Walt settled into his seat and mentally prepared himself for whatever perfectly quaffed diatribe Andy had prepared for him during the school day. “I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for how I acted last night.”

Walt looked up, confused; that wasn’t at all what he was expecting. 

“What d’you mean?”

“Walt, you and I both know I said a lot of things last night- I was upset and frankly annoyed at being woken up at almost midnight by Sheriff Riggi,” Andy sighed, looking a little embarrassed. 

“I don’t think you said anything that was unwarranted,” Walt shrugged; he was a decent kid but he definitely wasn’t the most well-behaved and Andy was definitely kinder to him than most parents in Matilda. It was high time he got a good licking in. The only card he had left to play was the humble acceptance of guilt.“I broke curfew, I lied about where I was gonna be, I broke into someone’s house…”

“Still… one of us is the adult here so I should’ve acted better,” Andy countered firmly before Faye, their usual waitress for the night, appeared at their table asking for their drink orders. 

“Well, we both made mistakes yesterday so why don’t we just call it even?” Walt suggested after Faye departed from their table, earning a half smile from Andy. 

“Okay,” Andy said easily with a nod before his face fell into a more sterner expression and Walt prepared himself for his sentencing. “I know there isn’t a whole lot to do in this town but I thought I had made it very clear to you before that you shouldn’t be breaking into houses for fun that aren’t yours.”

Walt stayed silent and instead chose to pick at the napkin placed in front of him. The last time Sobel had caught him at the Speirs house as he attempted to hop the back fence, the punishment had been pretty steep- grounded for a month at home, cell phone put in the lock box under Andy’s bed and coaxial cables removed from his bedroom television on top of two weeks of community service around town. He remembered how Ray took a picture of him picking up trash in the park in his dumb orange vest and even went to the length of getting the photo printed and framed- that dick. 

“Breaking and entering is a serious offense,” Andy continued, bringing Walt back into the present. “You’re seventeen, Walt. Pretty soon these petty little crimes are gonna start showing up on a record and that’ll stick with you forever.”

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew someone was living there,” Walt explained weakly. “I’m not a complete idiot.”

“Still dumb enough to get goaded into a misdemeanor by Ray Person,” Andy chided him right before Faye returned to the table with the drinks in hand and her customary smile.

“Are we feeling the usual tonight, boys are you thinking of branching out?” she asked as she drummed her nails, brightly painted an almost neon pink, against the worn wood of the bar table; both men had been too consumed by the events of the night before to even bother thinking of dinner so they simply chose their usual. Truth be told Walt didn’t have much of an appetite at all but knew if said as much to his uncle he’d just open a whole other can of worms and concern that he didn’t want to deal with. 

“Lucky for you, he isn’t pressing charges,” Andy continued once Faye had walked out of earshot, not that it mattered. With so little interest in the town, Walt was sure the whole town had already heard about him breaking into the old Speirs house and having the shit shared out of him when he found it to be occupied for the first time in almost twenty years. 

“Who?” Walt asked, unsure still almost twenty-four hours later of the name of the man who scared the shit out him. 

“Ronald Speirs,” Andy responded firmly. “The man who legally owns that house.”

“Oh,” Walt muttered as he took a sip of his rootbeer; the name was vaguely familiar in the annals of Matilda history, perhaps it was the son or grandson of the Spiers who owned the big empty house. 

 “Sheriff Riggi suggested a course of action and he approved,” Andy continued. “You’ll have to do community service. Again.”

“How long?” Walt asked as he rested his chin in his hand and pictured another two weeks picking up garbage in the park.

“Three months,”

“Three months?” Walt exclaimed, horrified; it was early May and that meant that he would lose almost his entire summer to picking up trash and whatever busywork the police department found him capable of doing.

It would hurt less, losing most of his summer to this bullshit, if this summer wasn’t already supposed to be so important to him. Come August and September, half of his friends would be leaving Matilda, for school or a career, and despite any promises, Walt severely doubted he’d actually see any of them again. People didn’t often escape Matilda but when they did it seemed they did it for good. 

“At least,” Andy said firmly. 

“Matilda’s gonna be fucking trash free by the time we’re done,” Walt grumbled, automatically assuming Ray probably got the same sentencing as him; at least he wouldn’t be suffering by himself. 

“Not quite,” Andy said as he took a sip of his beer; when Walt sent him a questioning look, he explained. “I might have worked out a deal with the Sheriff. You’ll still be doing community service but it won’t be the usual trash pick up.”

“Care to expand on that?” Walt asked, curious.

“Once the specifics are ironed out I’ll let you know,” he answered with a tense smile. “I know you and Ray were there last night but Speirs and Sobel told the sheriff that they saw two other people fleeing the scene. So, who else was there?”

“What? Rat on my friends and my sentence will get reduced? Did Sobel suggest that?” Walt asked scathingly. “No way in Hell, Andy, I’m not a snitch.”

It was a common tactic for Sobel, not necessarily the Matilda force as a whole, to throw other people under the bus for reduced sentences. It was perhaps that reason why Sobel was the most despised person on the force, even though Larkin and Evans, on paper, were just as nasty pieces of work to avoid. Even though Sheriff Riggi was the top dog in town, depending on the crime, it was almost better to get caught by her, either because it meant avoiding the embarrassment of getting caught by one of her rat deputies or because she actually still held a modicum of empathy in her body. 

“Sobel might’ve thrown the idea out but I knew you wouldn’t say anything,” Andy said with a small quirk of the lips, a shadow of a fond smile. Walt couldn’t help but return the look; he knew his uncle also thought Sobel was trash but would never outwardly admit to it. “But I asked around and I know Brad wouldn’t be caught dead doing something dumb like that and Leckie said that both Evan and Lilley were working late on some project of theirs at the print. So, shot in the dark, I’d assume it was Stafford and Christeson with you last night.”

Walt frowned but said nothing; it didn’t matter though because his silence was answer enough. 

“Am I cold or have I hit the mark?” Andy asked with a raised eyebrow before he took a sip of his beer. 

“You can’t keep shit a secret in this town,” Walt grumbled as he deflated and took a sip of his rootbeer. “So are you gonna tell Sobel what you know?”

“No,” Andy responded easily, “But you friends should count their lucky stars that Sobel’s shit at actual police work or else their asses would be in trouble too.”

[aroace-cat-lady]

This Halloween is gonna be so fun because we decided to go as characters from the wizard of oz. My grandma made my Dorothy costume, so I'm going as accurately as possible, and the rest of my friends are going as slutty as they can. Call us the Wizard of Hoes.

[cicadaboybat]

i hope taylor swift explodes badly for real gay people lose every single fucking day

i agree god really hates fags today hoollly shit

[a-star-that-fell]

one of my greatest bits i do at work is quoting songs that the kids are far far too young to get

[vonlipvig]

Lucian is either a ghost, or he can become invisible!

LUCIAN IS STRAIGHT UP PLANTING RECORDING DEVICES ON PEOPLE'S OFFICES, OH MY GOD.

kiiiiinda slay tho, i love this rat bastard.

(but agreed, he's obviously a ghost and has been living in the maroon palace for decades. that's why he's so punctual!)