#cw for like everything

[gratisdiamanten]

Specific dark scene request you say? Indy car AU, Jos introduces Max to his first team boss and Max not getting it until he gets it

One gray panel of light lays across Max's legs as he sits in the waiting room, stretched out so he's half-slumped in the chair. His father taps his lip like he's asking for a smoke. Or maybe he's bored.

The light is lukewarm and dry.

"Raymond isn't coming?" Max asks, because it's now five minutes until their appointment and it feels appropriate to ask. Contract, they're gonna maybe sign the fucking contract today, and he chews on his thumb because it's actually happening and—

"He's done what he had to," his father says. "So did I." Then he clams up and Max just has to listen to the reedy whine of the electricity in the room. "I would do anything to get you into F1, Max," he says, fixing his eyes on him. His blue eyes—plastic bottlecaps. His featureless gaze grates over Max's face.

"I know," he says, quiet now. Breath tickling his throat.

"I hope you would do the same, Max," he says, his voice going all corrosive. Soapy, like lye. All over him. And he has done everything, right? Anything. Gave up everything, his mom, his sister. Playing soccer. Sleepovers with Stan and the guys, when he was young. Twelve year old shit, anyway. "Would you?"

"I mean, yeah," Max says, twisting his fingers in his lap. "I have, I would."

"You'll give more, in F1. You'll understand."

"Yes," he says quieter. It'll be his job, of course. He knows these things. He'll have a better trainer, and more money. The car will be better. His engineer will be at least as hungry as him, for wins. He sits up straighter now. Only a couple minutes on the clock.

"You need this contract," his father says suddenly. Outside, a cloud merges with the weak light. The secretary flips a switch on. It's a tone that he—it's not often, but—. Max feels like curving his shoulders together until they touch. Minimizing the footprint of his gangly body. All of his skin prickles so hard he thinks he is about to sprout feathers everywhere.

"Mr. Tost will see you now," the woman says primly. She has a pink manicure, Max notices, as he walks in. He's looking everywhere but the desk until his father says "Hello, Franz" and Max is confronted with the papers on the table again.

He knows Franz, he saw him once, at a race earlier that year. Second round? at Hockenheim, back in May, he thinks. He's a stern looking man. He looks kind of like a Star Wars character, Max thinks absurdly. Then he smiles and Max holds his breath, hoping it means something good.

The desk is wide and black. It doesn't have a nameplate but there are calendars, a Rolodex, family pictures taken on a beach twenty years ago. Two mugs full of pens.

"He is a brilliant boy, I saw him," he says. Clicks his tongue. "I have never seen anything like it, with his age, in all the years I have been doing this."

Silence passes.

"Max," his father says, his smile opening like a snakestongue unfolds. "Say thank you."

"Thank you," he says, suddenly meek. Fuck. His whole future, on the table. It's—he's here? Finally? His father shuts the door behind them.

"I heard you're a sweet boy, your father said." Max blinks, these aren't thinks he talks about, not with racing. No. His father, he wants him to be bloodthirsty. There were things he unlearned, to do this all so well.

"Very sweet," his father says with an unfamiliar voice. He squeezes his waist.

Franz pushes back in his chair. "We are down to business, I think. You understand." No, Max thinks, his heart hammering. I don't fucking understand. His father's hand, it won't move from his waist. Squeezes here and there. Moves to his hip. Oh, he was nervous about the contract, it was the contract. He's supposed to be signing—it's the best day of his life, he tries to swallow down. He thinks he's going to throw up.

"Of course. Show him, Maxje."

He turns to his father, tries to find any twitch of anything in his face. Is this what's happening, he thinks to himself. He thought he'd—thought he was good enough. Without. The hand moves to his back pushes him to step forward. Well he said he wanted this. He said he would do anything. Right. There's the space, between the desk and where Franz sits, where he's going to kneel. He wants to retch. He hasn't even really—didn't want to see this thing in porn, yet, even. Didn't want to think about how he had ever.

He steps outside of himself. He's motionless. If he kneels wrong his kneecaps slip out of place.

"Maxje," his father tries.

"Max." he tries again.

"Max, do you need me to fucking stand here and watch?"

[teaboot]

You know the last decade or so has been pretty shit but it is nice to make it to 2023 and see NFTs crash, Trump get taken to court, Musk fuck himself eight different ways, AirBnB eat shit, every major industry start unionizing and striking, and billionairs no longer able to squeeze blood from a stone finally begin cannibalizing each other for nutrients

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 6 and look who showed up

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[stil-lindigo]

the fox god.

a comic about a trickster.

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[srfiv]

and whenever they couldn't speak they looked at eachother

[glitchdollmemoria]

please can we stop describing bigots as delusional. please. im so fucking tired. someone being sucked into a hate group surrounded by others who believe minorities should be oppressed and encouraging them to believe in conspiracy theories that the rest of the group believes, is fundamentally different from someone having a mental illness that causes delusions.

delusions, by definition, cannot be explained by things like cultural background - such as having a belief constantly reinforced by intentional attempts to rationalize it for the sake of maintaining power over minorities. yes, someone can be both delusional and a bigot, and yes conspiracy theories can feed into delusions, but the two are not fucking synonymous.

i did not spend my teen years convinced that i was being stalked by demons just to hear so many of you people equate my disability with incel behavior and genocidal propaganda. stop reinforcing harmful connotations about mental health struggles.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 261

“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…” 

“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…” 

“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-” 

[literarymerritt]

Knee deep in the Void Odyssey and you're bleeding me out, is it casual now?

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[mobius-m-mobius]

#just let my man plan a full uninterrupted date PLEASE 🥺😭

[willowser]

i don't think bakugou is that kind of useless dad that can't do anything without you helping him, but i do like the idea of him being a slightly frazzled new-ish dad 🥺

katsuki decides to take the baby with him on his run to the grocery store because you deserve a break, however small, and everything is fine, honestly, like. he can handle it.

but he is standing in line to checkout and there is drool on his shirt and his hair is a little messed up and sticky from being tugged on and he's got his items in one hand and baby on his hip.

your little girl has entered into that phase where she just likes hearing herself make noise, so she's clapping her hands together and just babbling, sometimes too loud, so loud that it attracts attention.

and katsuki is sort of bouncing her a little bit to keep her from getting squirmy, mumbling, "yeah, dah dah dah dah, i know," right to her ears only, giving curt nods to any of the older ladies in the store that coo over the sight of them.

[voidshrub]

"Follow me!"

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; fem!reader

wolf!yuuta kneeling in front of you a second after you step inside your shared apartment bc he's missed you so fucking much. he paws at your thighs as if he's a puppy and not a fucking wolf, who could easily devour you if he so desired. but here he is, staring up at you like he's completely at your mercy (he is).

you pat his head and he leans into your touch, his eyes falling shut as he inhales your scent. fuck, he really did miss you... it's so sweet, it's so addicting – he doesn't say he fucked your pillow just a few hours prior because he just couldn't take it anymore. your dirty underwear smells good but it's nothing compared to what he has in front of him now, only mere inches from his so very sensitive nose. oh, how he wants to to just shove his face into your crotch and inhale like it's his last breath of air, but he can't.. he has to be behave. he can't be too haste, it's rude.

and you deserve better than that.

so, he forces down his innate need to pin you down under him right then and there, he forces down the need to sniff and lick, to eat you out until you're crying out from overstimulation, begging for him to stop because it's just too much. the scratch marks you'd leave on his cheeks wouldn't faze him at all, if anything they'd be a sign that he's doing his job well.

"yuu.. ?"

he snaps out of his little daydream, your voice cradling his mind like a soft cloud of pure sweetness. he meets your gaze and gives you a reassuring smile, letting you know that he's here. that he's ready to serve you.

he'll get to play out his fantasies later.

but now, he'll just help you get all cozy. he'll feed you and clean you and make sure you're all taken care of before sinking his sharp teeth into you as a reward for being so good for you.

[theelmoarchive]

Happy marble-versary or something ‼️

It's only actually around 1 and a half years ago that I found out about Marble Hornets, and a little over 1 since I got into the fandom, but my god has this thing taken a hold of my brain. It's the biggest special interest I've had in ages. Ofc I had to draw my favorite character from anything ever, Jay Merrick, the most horrible guy on earth 🫶

[novembermorgon]

naerys mildly based off this post by @visenyaism . one of my favourites of all time

[medusas-graveyard]

Au where Danny, whose timeline is an alternate version of Dan's timeline. Instead of Vlad, he's taken in by...Bruce Wayne? What the fuck do you mean his uncle is fucking Bruce Wayne???)??????

While Danny is having the existential crisis of his life, Clockwork is giving very specific instructions to Danny's rogues to make sure the boy doesn't sway to the same person Dan was. Of course, he should've known better.

Unsurprisingly, threatening Batman was a bad idea; since now the Justice League is in high alert ever since they found out this entity named 'Phantom' is supposedly the difference between the end of the world and peace.

[zephyrartz-owo]

Mental Health Tip! Don't skip meals lest you be fighting demons