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#redwall#redwall series#brian jacques#lord brocktree#the lie here is that dotti would ever be self deprecating#but the vibe is impeccable#more content about dotti and or brocktree should exist#redwall brocktree#redwall dotti
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Larian I just need a word-
#bg3#baldur's gate 3#enver gortash#ketheric thorm#balthazar#orin#jason isaacs#zhukov#this movie has been in my head rent free since the gortash uniform talk started and ofc i had to rewatch it#impeccable vibes from isaacs through and through
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yo I couldn't help myself I love his energy so much
#why did he go so hard but so chill#turkey not f-ing around#his vibe is impeccable#olympics#olympics 2024#yusuf dikec#arkeresia#my arty crap
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YES THE MATRON'S INTERVENTION RIPPING THE RELIC OF FATE FROM THE KEY LET'S GO
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when I talk to you, oh cupid walks right through
#i guess im in my laufey era....#klance#voltron#vld#keith kogane#lance mcclain#BTW THIS IS INSPIRED BY THE STYLINGS OF COLLEEN LEENFIEND DOT TUMBLR DOT COM and her impeccable and sparkly art vibes#SO GO CHECK IT IF U LIKE THIS#laufey
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Non-driver Maxiel AU where Max lives in London and is forced into a run club by George.
Warning: mention of vomiting
The sun is obscenely low in sky when George raps at Max’s bedroom door. It’s soft at first, then graduates into louder and louder pounding that Max can’t ignore, even in this hungover haze. He drags his heavy limbs to the shaking bedroom door and flings it open, hoping his visible rage and pillow-creased face make George fuck right off.
“What do you want?”
George is perky, that irritating fucking smile accompanying clear skin and bright under-eyes. There’s no signs of last night’s adventures left on his face. He’s also wearing the ugliest, most neon green workout set Max has ever laid eyes on. The shorts are obscenely short. Max isn’t wholly convinced George isn’t aspiring for the sex offender registry if he wears those in public.
“You promised you’d attend run club with me,” George says. He begins dropping into little side-to-side leg stretches, and Max has to avert his eyes to avoid being flashed.
“Mate, I absolutely did not do that.” If a criminal was holding Max’s family hostage and said the only way to save them was running a 5K, he’d have to beg the guy for a chance to say goodbye.
“Yes, you did,” George protests. “It was after that guy you hit on turned out to be straight.”
As if Max needed to be reminded of that part, which does come back to him quite clearly, along with the many g&ts he downed after.
George, rather unwisely, keeps talking. “I said it was a great way to meet people, then Alex said you wouldn’t last a single kilometre in a run club, and then you bet him 10 quid you could finish the run and agreed to come today.”
Max blinks at him dumbly. To be fair, it does sound like the kind of stupid, competitive bet he’d get into with George’s new boyfriend.
They all technically work for the same company, but Max is in IT and Alex was always tech-literate enough to never need Max's help. Ever since Alex all but moved into this flat — which George's mysteriously wealthy parents pay for, so Max shuts his mouth and deals — they have become well acquainted. George has effectively weaponized their innate need to antagonize each other into fights over who can dry dishes faster, sort out the recycling best, and hang framed photos the straightest.
This, however, is a whole new level.
“Absolutely fucking not,” Max says. He moves to slam the door in George’s face, but George swiftly kicks his foot in the gap.
“Fine, but I’m telling Alex you backed out,” he threatens. He’s serious, too. He’s been begging them to join this run club with him for ages, but it’s been a losing battle against two people who hate both early wakeups and exercise.
Max thinks of Alex’s smug, delighted face when Max is forced to hand over the money — and he’ll make a whole show of it, probably in front of all their co-workers — and grits his teeth. “I’ll fucking go, but I’m moving out.”
“That loses its effectiveness when you threaten it every other day,” George informs him, then drops into a lunge that exposes his matching neon green briefs. This is going to be the worst morning of Max’s life.
They roll up to the meeting spot five minutes late and both extremely grumpy: Max at the whole situation, and George at Max because he apparently dressed too slowly. He’d dragged him by his wrist the whole way there.
George is instantly greeted and swept away into a crowd of runners who could be his fucking clones, short shorts and all. Max briefly wonders if he can escape without George noticing, but as he begins a shuffle toward the edges of the group, someone catches his eye and begins walking over.
“You’re new!” he says, just as eerily enthusiastic as the rest of this group, like it’s not literally six in the morning. Max is beginning to wonder if he’s starring in a horror movie.
The man flashes perfect teeth at Max. At least he’s extremely beautiful. The least this group could do is give Max something worth looking at if they’re planning to ritually sacrifice him at the end.
“I’m Max. George made me come,” he says, sticking his thumb out at his evil, detestable flatmate. Max will be unleashing the cats into George’s locked office, where he keeps his priceless collection of vintage teapots on display.
“Oh, he’s always talked about bringing his boyfriend! I’m Carlos. I founded this group.”
Max tries to resist gagging at more than just leftover gin sloshing around his stomach. Judging by Carlos’ amused expression, he does not succeed. “Flatmate. Definitely not his boyfriend,” he corrects.
Carlos runs a tan hand through his beautiful, flowing hair, and Max doesn’t even bother to pretend he’s not watching the movement. “Welcome, George’s not-boyfriend. Let’s get you sorted into a pace group. What’s your usual time?”
“I haven’t run since I played football in school. I will be walking behind the slowest group.”
Carlos laughs as if Max just made a hilarious quip, which is vaguely concerning seeing as he could not be more serious. “Just run at whatever pace works for you. We believe in pace inclusivity here. You’ll have Daniel over there hanging behind the pack today so nobody gets separated, and we’re just doing 5K today. You’ll be fine.”
“Just 5K,” Max repeats flatly, but Carlos is already gone. Fuck his life. He’s swearing off all bets with Alex for the rest of time.
He tries to get a peek at the mysterious Daniel that he’ll seemingly be spending loads of time with, but all he can see is the back of a worn navy cap, long sleeves, and tight compression leggings under shorts. At least he’s not an exhibitionist like George’s little neon crew.
Carlos stands on a nearby bench, gets everyones attention with a clap, and starts on some monologue about the beauty of morning runs. Max tunes him out and wonders if it might have been a good idea to stretch.
When Carlos gets the run started, Max doesn’t even try to move near George. He lets himself fall back with the only other person who looks vaguely close to struggling. The dude's in an ankle brace, but still, Max is able to keep pace with him for a solid two minutes.
Things start getting a bit shaky 1K in, but Max can still see some of the other runners. He knows the run club pace guy should be somewhere behind him, but he can't turn around to check. If he pauses for even a second, there’s no way he’s making it through.
He’s definitely wheezing quite loudly, and his legs are cramping in ways he never thought possible. Every new step aches. His four-year-old worn down shoes probably couldn’t survive another London rainstorm, let alone an actual run. He knows the wrinkly t-shirt he wore to bed is probably completely drenched in sweat, but he successfully gasps through another kilometre.
Only three to go before Alex has to pay up, and that thought is pushing Max through. He’s almost completely lost track of the group by now, and he can hear the slow tread of the poor guy stuck with him getting closer. The guy — Daniel, he thinks — calls out to him as he approaches.
“Mate, if you don’t mind, I’m just going to run beside you so you don’t veer off-path.”
If Max could hear anything over the sound of his own heavy breathing, he might have clocked the Australian accent and familiar cadence. Instead, he focuses so hard on not tripping over a now-unravelling shoelace that he instead misses a giant fucking stick in his way and eats shit straight onto the pavement.
He sits with his back curled over his scraped-up knees, trying to remember a time when his chest and lungs didn’t physically ache with every short breath. He can feel last night’s drinks and 2 AM kebab churning around his stomach.
“Are you okay?” a kind, concerned voice asks. There’s a hand lightly touching his back, and it’s making Max feel sickly over-warm in his already burning body.
Max turns, looks into Daniel’s eyes, and promptly vomits onto his ex-fiancé's pristine white shoes.
#i’m too scared to join a run club so i’m truly just guessing at the vibes of one#toronto run clubs have a REPUTATION#but carlos has curated impeccable and welcoming vibes for this fantasy london one <3#maxiel#fics
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im so glad bigb continues to be weird on purpose
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pascalispunk: El photo dumpo. Y basta.
#pedro pascal#the last of us#tlou bts#pedropascaledit#ppascaledit#tloucastedit#thelastofusedit#tlouhboedit#tusercora#tuserpolly#usermandie#useraurore#usertom#userairam#*#IMPECCABLE VIBES AS PER USUAL!
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KIM DOKJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
#KIM DOKJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA#kim dokja#you are divine ethereal stunning captivating dashing remarkable unique exceptional adorable impeccable#wonderful motivating commendable fantastic luminous magnificent brilliant enchanting#you light up my world#your presence is like a spark in the darkness#a beacon of hope and joy#kim dokja you are flawless#NEW BB ART IS EVERYTHING I NEEDED HELLO THE COLORS THE SETTING THE VIBES#IMY SO BADDD KIM DOKJA#HOW SOFT HE LOOKS#orv
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posting this little thing, while I’m neck-deep in iwtv wips…
#my art#my doodles#discworld#city watch#samuel vimes#sam vimes#havelock vetinari#fun fact! I had literally NO idea what Vetinati’s terrier’s actual breed was when sitting down to draw this sketch#and based on VIBES PURELY I went “hmmmm wouldn’t it be fucking precious if he had a wire fox terrier? and it would fit so well too”#and because it was blackout time and I was too lazy to go borrow some internet and actually check#I fully finished the picture in blissful ignorance#then electricity was back internet was back perfect time to check (not that I was gonna change anything at that point…)#and GUESS FUCKING WHAT!??! mr. google says it IS a wire fox terrier (the first one at least? I’m not that far ahead)#GOOD JOB ME. impeccable character analysis if I do say so myself
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☀️ Level 100 ☀️
#ffxiv#Ninira Nira#Estinien#Estinien Varlineau#Estinien Wyrmblood#wolstinien#thanks lvl 100 trust glamours for my entire life#now they can be couple in matching tops on their beach vacation for reals#if anyone asks what Nini's doing post DT msq it's this#I said ages ago I should do a new beach themed picture for them for DT and here we are#no spoilers just impeccable vibes#art: mine
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GEORGE HARRISON in THE BEATLES: GET BACK (2021) dir. Peter Jackson
#vibes? impeccable#george harrison#the beatles#the beatles get back#get back#beatlesedit#thebeatlesedit#1960s#60s#1969
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It's not enough to just follow or subscribe to my favourite writers. I need to crawl around their thoughts like a curious little bug.
#u ever just find an writer in the wild and fall in literary love w them????#like its not even a “tell me ur secrets” thing but a “wow i need to see how ur brain works”#ill never like reach out n be like hi i love u but ill admire from afar until they notice my impeccable vibes n come closer to check it out#writers on ao3#writers on tumblr
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eugenia shadow is the teacher of all time
#her vibes? impeccable#just a wondrous punk grandma energy that leaves everyone baffled#love her sm#eugenia shadow#fhjy spoilers#dimension 20#d20 spoilers#fhjy#d20#fantasy high#fantasy high junior year#riz gukgak
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Honestly I was suprised when Disney let Deadpool and Wolverine fuck nasty in the new movie. Not complaining tho 🙏🙏
#my art#Wolverine#Deadpool#wolverine x deadpool#deadpool and wolverine#Saw it today the vibes were impeccable#Loganpool#poolverine
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