#but this is just.... nah man.
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
If I could kill a writer with my mind...
#WHAT DO YOU MEANNNN WHAT DO YOU MEAN. SHE'S A LICENCED PSYCHOLOGIST. SHE'S A DOCTOR. SHE WENT TO SCHOOL FOR TEN YEARSSSS.#i wont have this weird harley slander in the harley musical movie#i know she's got low self worth when she meets the joker. i get it. that's why she falls for an abuser. i know#but this is just.... nah man.#harley quinn#birds of prey
994 notes
·
View notes
Text
Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻♀️➡️
18+
Word count: 1k.
CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.
Masterlist 🦊
𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬 𓇬
You look delectable straddling his hips.
Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.
He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.
Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.
He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job.
But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard.
Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.
But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.
You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.
Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.
Your eyes widen, and his do the same.
“Don’t.”
You gasp, “Oh my God.”
“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.
Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.
“Darling, yes.”
Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.
His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.
He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.
He would never.
You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.
And then, he knows he's done for.
“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.
Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.
“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.
“Fuckin’-“
You chuckle.
You evil little cunt.
Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.
It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.
His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt.
“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”
He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.
Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.
“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.
It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.
But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.
He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.
It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.
Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).
He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.
You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”
Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.
He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.
He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.
“Simon, yes.”
#does this fall in the Awkward Simon Riley?#nah he's just a guy#silly sex is my fav sex if it involves emotionally unavailable men#theo drabbles#simon riley#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#call of duty modern warfare#cod#cod mw2#fanfic#ghost x reader#smut#cod smut#x reader#cod fluff#give the man some fluff
5K notes
·
View notes
Text
walking into erev rosh hashanah services tomorrow like "what a fucking year, my man"
#longest most exhausting year of my life#i am such a different person than i was this time last year#sweet new year? nah man i just want a new year that doesn't kick my ass#jewish#jumblr
667 notes
·
View notes
Text
Everyone know oavement on TikTok? Yeah. Love them. Have this comic I made late at night half trying to be sweet and the other half trying to make my sibling laugh.
#I think I achieved the goal#I didn’t plan on posting this originally but I realized maaybee it was good enough to go online#yes Dipper is a homophobe /j#I just thought it’d be funny and knew my sibling would laugh#nah but fr though#I am a certified homophobe get that shit out of here#I thought it’d also be silly if Fidds remembered Stan before Ford#really funny shit in my mind#anywho#art#digital art#artists on tumblr#comics#comic#fiddleford mcgucket#fiddleford x stanley#fiddlestan#old man mcgucket#old man yaoi#but the healthy old man yoai#gravity falls stanley#gravity falls fiddleford#gravity falls#dipper and mabel#stanford pines#gravity falls stanford#dipper pines#mable pines#gravity falls fanart#ALSO I REFUSE TO LET DIPPER’S SIMBLE BE A PINE TREE I DON’T CARE MABEL AND DIPPER SHOULD MATCH THEY LITERALLY BOTH HAVE STARS I WILL DIE ON
925 notes
·
View notes
Text
Prompt 254
So. Danny might have accidentally become a bit of a cryptid. He didn’t mean to, but he’d become a bit nocturnal- like many an Amity Parker- and it wasn’t his fault that he couldn’t be bothered to make sound when he was tired. Or pretend to breathe or, okay, he could see why he kept freaking people out at the grocery store he kept going to.
But it wasn’t his fault! He has to get food too! And really is it anyone else’s business? Seriously he thought that people wouldn’t be so surprised with how much magic is everywhere. Like you’d think they’d never seen someone who wasn’t fully human before or something.
Oh great, there’s a journalist at the grocery store now- he’s going to ignore that and finish his shopping and then continue his online work. Ooh, and eat icecream. He deserves it for potentially putting up with this.
Oh, it’s a little baby reporter, first couple of article thing. Adorable.
#Prompts#DCxDP#DPxDC#Clark (early in his journalism career & sent to check out this ‘haunted’ grocery store):#Clark: *Hearing what is definitely Not a human heartbeat#Clark: Oh Rao that is not a ghost (If only he knew)#Clark: Is this potential friend#Danny (Slightly eldritch): Oh a haunting? Nah I don’t think the store is haunted unless someone died here lol#Clark & Danny talk about stars#Clark: Is this fellow alien hiding??#Danny: Oh yeah everyone back home can be pretty crazy- I just wanted to get some microwave food#Clark ends up this funky boi semi-adopted by all these Amity Parkers#Yes they all give off uncanny valley vibes#Making Clark give off the most normal dude ever vibes when around them#It’s wonderful for his secret identity#Danny squinting at alien hero who appears: Hold up that’s grocery-writer man Clark#Yes Danny & co are adults lol
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
he wont leave my brain
#dgs#ryuunosuke naruhodou#asoryuu#mine#ARGAHRGSSS#ive been drawing like crazy bc i might not have a lot of time again but also i wanna improve 😼#i say this as if school has stopped me before. nah man i just be drawing in class#i like how i rendered the armband in the first pic. and the shiba inu.
495 notes
·
View notes
Text
This is Alastor
He is a reason people go absolutely nuts
#hes a bad man...probably?#nah he aint bad just look at that smile#hazbin hotel spoilers#hazbin hotel#hazbin alastor
2K notes
·
View notes
Photo
Bisexual wives of all time
#JUST THEM <3#i was drawing and like man#their colours are bisexual coloures#i wanted to make the bg bisexual flag kinda but thought nah its good like almost#I LOVE THOSE TWO SO MUCH I THINK ABOUT THEM EVERY DAY#also had fun colouring maybe not my favourite thing on how it turned out but it was fun to do#love love love#empires smp#empires smp season 1#empires smp s1#esmp s1#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#ldshadowlady#jizzie#love their ship name
4K notes
·
View notes
Text
spinneret fun! 🕷️ written by me & nevi
the rest under cut:
#spideypool#wade wilson#peter parker#spider-man#deadpool#i made this in one day fjdjjsjs forgive how weird wade looks in every panel but this is basically just a glorified scribble#also i think his badly drawn faces are funnt#more cringe losers based on nevi + my's au#again#they **** after this.#sorry?#mine#okay wait no I'm back#because put yourself in wade's shoes for a second#your bf's overactive super senses are telling him to get the hell out of dodge but he trusts you so much that he says nah fuck that#I'm safe I'm in good hands#to trust somebody more than you trust your own senses#okay /end#earth-748
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
when the humor so good people think you have a mood disorder
#nah but fr though#imagine calling someone “manic” just because they're british#that deadpan sarcasm is a source of national pride#and also man people can be so fucking weird about joel#i've seen some people armchair diagnose him with both bipolar disorder AND autism#the latter of which was on Oli's stream with Lizzie that they both saw and reacted to#like you dont know him stop being freaks!!#i get HCing the characters because let's be real Life Series!Joel is a bpd queen#but the actual content creator? so weird!#smallishbeans#jimmy solidarity
803 notes
·
View notes
Text
sometimes you just need to be honest with yourself and admit that your blorbo probably would have different music taste than yourself
#like some of my favs would not like chappel roan and THATS OKAY#they are not her audience#idk its like a man in his mid thirties probably wouldnt be a swiftie or listen to chappel and thats okay thats the variety of life#also people have different life experiences and cultures than I do which influences taste#someone down south probably listens to way more country than me#DO I THINK MY FAV LISTENS TO POLKA#nah#idk its just theres so much music and diversity out there why limit your characters to what you like????
261 notes
·
View notes
Note
What do I need to do to get a fic of sub crossdressing male pc begging Bailey to be their first time ( first everything really)? I don't even care about wether PC gets railed like we wish, I honestly highkey just want your take on it.
— ☆ “SIMMERING BENEATH.”
— sucks when your annoyingly bratty, yet pretty bastard of an opthan manages to get past your tight-held clutches, doesn’t it? mister bailey. 1.8k wc
— “the fuck do you want, asher?” : wrote this on the way back home, so on the sort of.. subway thingies, it’s not called that where I am, but they do resemble that and felt fucking nauseous, so apologies in advance if it’s shit. was too good to fully pass up on this one, though couldn’t turn it into a full-on lengthy one due to being busy with other current things. still tried to input every aspect you’ve asked for. yeah, may it be up to your standards then, anon.
Fucking fuck.
No, hell— that wouldn’t truthfully encapsulate the sheer idiocy of his muddled actions even then, because god— fucking shit, why would a man of the likes of Bailey — relatively known, if not factually remembered as the cold, logical one in town — stupidly fall for some mere trickery, childish ploy fabricated by your own stubborn whims? Or, to be quite precise, those pathetic taunts of yours that any man possessing the slightest nerve of a goddamn functional brain, wouldn’t have dumbly caved in to.
Talking about the depraved perverts that’d foolishly slip between the evidently, way too small cracks unfitting for their same, way too fucking large bodies — of the barely opened windows the dumb orphans would forgetfully leave behind. Shakily pawing with sweat slicked hands at some brat’s snoozing body before they’d eventually be chased off by the mere sight of his approaching figure inevitably barging in, hastily mutter on about their prestigious status and so on— fuck, never really truly listened to the shoddy bastards. How Bailey was no man to rudely kick ‘em out of the own crappy establishment he was sloppily running with a twinge of cruelty ever present in his cold gaze.
Yeah, he’s no damn better than those perverted fuckers right about now— possibly worse, but shit, no way in fucking hell will he potentially admit to that despite the cooling air annoyingly caressing his bare skin, sticky sweat clinging onto his flushed flesh nor the disheveled mess of his habitually, slicked back hair partially obscuring his hazy vision of this.. well, fuck— say it or not, admittedly, fucking hot sight shamelessly greeting him in return. Loosened, pristine white dress shirt untucked in face of this, to give forth to a discreet glimpse of one of the numerous tattoos snaked along the surface of his toned figure.
Slightest pout of your rosy, puckered lips he’d unconsciously find himself eyeing for far too long when thoroughly denied for the day by your daily, insistent questioning. Pop your cherry, you had confidently said with a noticeably excited shake of your fists. Might as well endlessly yap his ear off with that unrealistic request of yours— a pitiful plea that somehow, without fully realizing as to how and why — is currently happening within the otherwise narrow confines of his private office. Solely dedicated to calmly concentrate on each and every one of his gruelling tasks. Namely, neatly sorting out the thin sheets of paper openly displaying pertinent information to the numerous orphans residing here, registering the missing few that’d either go in running like some mindless moron or be plainly sold off to a godforsaken hell he held no genuine interest in— Fuck, fuck. You get the gist by now, there.
A well-deserved punishment is what this all is, simply was for that matter, and hah— you seem to be willingly taking it, although, can’t truly say he’s all that suprised. Brat. It’s what you are. Stupidly nosy brat who couldn’t hope to obediently keep his supple hands to himself for the shitty life of him. One that’d so ironically, perfectly fit all too well underneath the weight of his calloused palms restricting your bashful squirming— now contentedly facing the eventual consequences of your impulsive actions with a gleeful smile tracing your curved lips. Rhythmic squeaking of the wooden, chipped desk the man had sworn to fucking god, promised to dearly replace whenever was soonest possible and, well, he’s received his all-time excuse to be snidely given to those thugs.
A cum coated piece of furniture is just about a good reason to be neatly reinstalled with something sharper, newer— something along the lines of that, the bigger the better, probably.
Speaking of big.. Shit, he’s undeniably fucked.
“Don’t you fucking look at me like that, you ungrateful little bastard. I’m putting a roof over your head and a place to stay so— fuck, the least you can do is fucking pay me back on time, but can’t even do that, can you?” Habitually stern is what he’s evidently known best for amongst the nosy orphans, yet that usual bite in his gruff voice is almost.. pitifully lacking in face of whatever the fuck this is— yeah, actually he’s got a clue what it is. Inwardly cursing at how his hips automatically snap back in one sharp motion to then, merely slap forward— flush against your reddened ass. Riddled, fresh marks traced along the entirety of your curved back nor your spread asscheeks for that matter, shouldn’t be looking so infuriatingly pretty after all that harsh spanking he’s had you withstand. Take it as the start of your relatively tame punishment coming from a stone cold man like him, that’s what.
“Like what? A satisfied client? Hah— this is the best day of my life, y’know. Feels so fuckin’ good, Bailey— please don’t stop..” Of-fucking-‘course you’ve already had whatever comment prepared to hurriedly retort back within your noisy mouth, despite being so crudely bent over a flat surface like this. Particularly whiny moan drawn out at the feel of his thick cock satisfyingly stretching you full, sinfully defiling you from virginity itself. Pervertedly spread open with your dizzyingly warm, honeyed— fuck, did he really just think of your hole like that?? Must be losing his goddamn mind. Correct, your fucking hole is the one irreversibly altering his unwavering principles. So fuck you, really.
Sloppy, squelchy noises, all too annoyingly addictive to hear, of your tight, puckered heat fervently sucking his fat cock in, coating it all sticky and wet with your slippery, pink insides. Instinctively hissing at the knee-buckling sight of his veiny length repeatedly remerging and disappearing deep inside because shit— can’t get enough of it. So much so his rough thumbs are subconsciously spreading that tender flesh wide open for his unrelenting, stern gaze to gawk at. Not to mention, those frilly lines adorning that stupidly short skirt, bouncing in tandem with each ruthless thrusts slapped to your backside. Admittedly adorable, cute cock clumsily bobbing from the ruthlessly loud smacks of the caretaker’s fat balls sloppily slapping upon the flush of your ass, teasing— no, irrefutably taunting him by the subtle glimpse of your dribbling, wet dick peeking from beneath that skirt.
Like to play dress up, don’t you? Sneakily slip in those overly feminine, lacy garments the elder man would’ve notably poked fun at the sissies that unabashedly wore such clothings back in his day— ironically enough, now he’s finding himself, balls deep into said ‘sissy’. Meanly tugging at the silken material snugly encircling your flailing legs, neatly tied bows bound to predictably come undone given the unrelenting bounces of your shared figures. Unable to keep still when you’re being fucked or something?
Little, incompetent brat. Constantly managing to crawl underneath his skin, reach the deepest parts within him the caretaker has progressively learned to conceal beneath this ruthlessly heartless facade. Not that Bailey’s the nicest man to begin with, but hell— favouring a good for nothing, admittedly appealing to the eyes— meddling boy like you wasn’t on his fucking wish list either.
Should be crudely wiping off that joyous grin etched upon your features if you actually know what’s good for you. Though, doubt you will.
Fine. He’s not necessarily against doing the honours for you. Frustratingly fuck out the undeniable audacity ever so present in your every movements when carelessly distracting him during work hours— time meant to be initially spent for focusing and godfuckingdammit, merely thinking back on it has him obscenely gritting his teeth, further tightening his unrelenting grip planted along your — sure to be bruised later, which you’re naturally paying the price of it — hips. Heaving groans mixed along with some curses which are presumably directed at you, if not at himself, that he’s uncertain of, really. All he’s stupidly conscious of is the undeniable fact that you might’ve coincidentally, if not intentionally, gotten him dizzyingly drunk off your previously undefiled hole.
Fuck, must be that then. Overly aware of what you’re currently doing to him, aren’t you?
‘S that it? Your admittedly, badly thought out plan simmering deep within your mind, happily tugging at his heartstrings in hopes of getting your mean caretaker to fuck your virgin holes full of cum? Well, all to say— you’ve graciously received what your bratty, stupidly pretty ass has fervently been desiring for all along, huh? Ain’t that right? So in return, it’s only fair that he greedily takes whatever he so pleases, whenever or wherever— that is of no importance then, whether it be comfortably settled atop his lap during office hours or slung along your knees to dutifully service him. “God, don’t you dare fucking move— just— just fucking stay like. Yeah, just like— hah, that.” Got no qualms whatever position that might be in, too caught up in the tender feel of your soft flesh underneath his punishing grasp to sluggishly catch on what’s spilling forth from his swollen red, oozing tip because.. shit, got him cumming— not just plain ol’ cumming, but mortifyingly enough, squirting prematurely too. Effectively painting your stretched walls in a sticky, white mess of his seed, inwardly cursing at himself for potentially letting things stretch on further than they were initially meant to.
Yet as ironic as it may be, his unwavering pride naturally beckons him in turn or is it the petulant whine longingly drawled out from between your rosy lips at the sole thoughts of your time together being cut short? Right— ‘course, what else would it be that’d have you miserably whimper so? Didn’t cum yet, did you? Obediently took his fat load sickeningly dripping free from your sore, used up hole without any sort of complaint, gaze momentarily flicking downwards to the pearly droplets of his cum progressively trickling down the length of your suspended legs laid along the precarious edge of his oaky desk.
Similar to how an opportunist excitedly pounces on every chance set before him— hah, he’s never been much like Eden to cowardly hide amongst the oaky, wooden trees to begin with. Huddle within the shadowy forest in a futile hope that mere distance might erase the muddled past; the foggy, far-away town altogether from their collectively minds.
Rather take part in the animalistic feast even if it would’ve eventually spelled utter ruin for himself, inevitable defeat one cannot simply crawl out of sheer will. And maybe, that said ruin, is delicately staring at him right in the face with a fucked out look stretch upon your features, pupils blown wide with a hint of saliva gracing the corner of your pouty lips that he— fuck, can’t help it, really— have his calloused thumb stroke at, soon swiftly followed by the immediate puckering of your overly attentive mouth suckling along the digit. Incidentally coating it in a slippery wet layer of your spit that you, of course, joyfully take advantage of by stifling a wanton moan right ‘round it.
Shit, going to be the goddamn death of him.
That eventually faith patiently awaiting for him, doesn’t sound so bad when your cum stained, little needy self is notably factored in that messy equation after all.
#how’d you know I like crossdressing little twinks?#not to say reader is a twink— in fact#he can be whatever you want him to be#I just envisioned him as being a pretty little thing getting pounded by bailey that’s all#yeah#..nah man I don’t have an obsession with twinks and boypussy. what?#dol#degrees of lewdity#bailey the caretaker#dol bailey#bailey dol#bottom male reader#sub male reader#x male reader#male reader#character x male reader#— ☆ burnt ashes.#★ asher tries to answer.. shit.
251 notes
·
View notes
Text
before mirage of scales: I NEED YAKUYA EVENT
after mirage of scales: ah. um. i . i don't need yakuya event so much, anymo.re... hah..a...
#ahahahahah nah i still want yakuya event#don't get me wrong#i'm glad we get to have serious event with the 😨 truths comin out#so of course i am very grateful for this...very engaging event... that made me feel things...#BUT FOR TRUESIES THEY REALLY PLAYED ME#ohhhh i was so delusional.#thinking that kuya and yakumo together would be hilarious and full of comedy and silly and goofy powerplays#no. no they only let me have a little lick of it in desert island knockout#because they were NOT GOING TO BE EXPLORED IN-DEPTH#but ohhhhh hohohoho if these two get a whole event together? with details? guess we're gonna have to go HEAVY#you wanted a funtime with yokai senior bullying his freakishly tall junior who doesn't feel senior's true malice??#no. no you get bitter elder saying a big I TOLD YOU SO to the naive younglings full of hope and watery eyes#kuya's eyes drickin dry as sahara. sand. you can HEAR the particles scrape against each other#every time he blinks and squints with extreme disdain#i'm sorry for both of you#neither of you was having a good time on that island#kuya's fists were clenched on the arms of the chair he was posed upon#man's THIS close to incinerating the entire island#and yakumo's just. yakumo.#*sits there with my yakumo doll and kuya doll just staring at each other*#the profound sadness has returned...#mirage of scales#nu carnival kuya#nu carnival yakumo#nu carnival eiden
244 notes
·
View notes
Note
max's best drive ever?
Not just Max's, but 1 of the best drives in the history of the sport, definitely 1 of the finest ever driven on the intermediate tire. The way he made those tires perform on a wet resurfaced track where theres no mercy found in the white line, no rubber to build on, no drs, no easy overtake, just better cornering, that natural ability to take turns as if the racing line was drawn in front of him that is so his and so so devastating. People watch Austria and Mexico and c recklessness where theres only strength, control and complete lack of fear. In races like todays tho, u get to admire those same hands command the same respect without any room for doubt that he knows, in fact, what hes doing. Any advantage the machines may provide will dwindle and nearly dissipate because in conditions like todays it truly comes down to who knows better. And Max knew better from the moment the lights turned green. I think six cars before the main straight, dispatched, turned to nothing. When conditions worsened and race control began to play wid outcomes he not only endured, he thrived. While others began to pit he trusted himself to stay out, and he wasnt the only one but he was the 1 who did it best. 8 years ago, Max went and found grip everywhere else, and today, in the same circuit, where there was literally no grip to be found, he simply found the better line. He read the race like his favorite book while others could barely color within the shapes. It was somewhat insane to watch tbh, that disparity between racers, not only found in overtakes like on Oscar and Esteban, so crucial and so similar in the way he just knew how to position the car to catch them completely off guard, but also like, the pace alone, the relentless onslaught of perfect lap after perfect lap, 9 consecutive I think, 17 in total. This was a drive that nearly eclipsed 2023, first shades of last year without Newey in the pit wall, in a car that did so badly in Mexico it was getting outpaced by an Haas in its strongest tire. He didnt just come out from p17, he came out of a 20 second penalty, a 5 second penalty during a delayed VSC, an hammer to his quali chances for a late red flag, community service for swearing, shameless questioning of his driving, his wheel, his credibility as a champion, not just his racing but his character, too. I think its the context of all that that rlly makes the best drive of his career so far, because this was his best possible answer, and the only one that matters. p17 to p1 wid a 20 second lead. Some will reminisce about Senna, some will notice that early corner entry and admit Schumacher himself wud have struggled even a few times, the other legend on track whos as good in the wet didnt have the setup nor the confidence to show it, but I think today was a result only Max Verstappen cud have accomplished
#ask#brazil gp 2024#blown away fr#long post#sm to say about this drive bro#sm#like .#when he got to sharl and just knew to wait because sharl had worse balance and wud pit sooner#and he just had this fucking discipline this rigor throughout all that#that was machine like but its 2024 and now everyone is so painfully aware there is a man in that car#who is so very deliberate#also like#gotta shout out ryan reynolds cars especially Esteban bro I wud have settled for p2 wid him he was so strong#mclaren just odd#lando stranger even#nah bro today wont be so easily dismissed#Max did something very special today
174 notes
·
View notes
Text
I know a lot of people use these two images to show Viktor's character development into a (what we have yet to seen) antagonist, but I think it shows a more resolute—hardened Viktor.
In this shot, Viktor is stagnant. He looks lost, sad, even surprised. He only watches on as Jayce speaks for them, and Hextech, as a whole.
In this scene, he feels and looks utterly powerless.
But this Viktor?
He looks determined. Resolute and unrelenting. Shaped, now, by his own regrets. Instead of Jayce doing the talking, Viktor does.
This is a Viktor who looks like he's daring the council to fuck with him, frankly. A Viktor that is determined to set things right, to not lose their dream again, no matter what.
(And whether Jayce and Viktor succeed in this, we'll see)
#just realized that dogged determination may be the factor into his GLORIOUS EVOLUTION#if the arcane writers go that route#tbh i always find it funnt how people say viktor looks evil here bc im like? nah my man looks ready to verbally destroy someone#like i said hes literally daring you to fuck with him and find out and its great#another animation detail i found is that Viktor's eyes widen and have that little sparkle of hope/wonder when hes says “independence”#arcane viktor#arcane lol#tbh if im talking about jayce or viktor you can just assume#jayvik
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Hangman Page birthday week → Day three: Favorite AEW TV moment
#hangmanpagebirthdayweek#aewedit#wrestlingedit#hangman adam page#adam page#hangman page#aew#my gif#i was gonna do another comp but my break is over and i was like nah man how on earth will i fit all my fave tv moments in one gifset lol#so i just chose the one that just replays in my head at the most random moments in my day to day life lmao#i think this is a fave moment in equal parts bc of#the weed line.. hanger keeping a serious face.. swerve almost breaking and especially Nana's reactions lmaooo#hey this has been so much fun to get done#day three here it goes#ily hanger thank u for being born 🫂❤️#also hadn't said this but thanks op for hosting this week celebration 😁🫶
295 notes
·
View notes