#especially the hands idk how i did but i did it

[tiredofthehumanlife]

Fuck me, not them

Barbie dolls:barty crouch x gn! Reader

word: 2.9k

summary: barty sleeps with everyone but not you and you’re pissy abt it

warning: you and barty are both kinda slutty, talks of sex, i did not write smut but I did write them talking about it and slight descriptions, party’s sex both while they’re in Hogwarts but it’s their last year don’t worry abt it, mentions that you have a past of mental health issues, Barty’s a bot of an asshole for a second but so are you so it’s fine, I think that’s it idk

Barty was an amazing friend but unfortunately, he had quite a list of lovers. Every time you heard of his midnight escapades, you felt a pang in your chest. You knew he’d never think of you in that way and you really shouldn’t be so hurt about it but it stung. Alot. Especially because apparently, he was so good. Every time you sat in class someone behind you just had to have spent the night with your best friend and tell their friend all about it. You just had to overhear how spectacular he was. 

How could one little scrawny punk like Barty be so good in the sack someone was always discussing the hip move he did in their last adventure. Furthermore, if he could slut it up with just about everyone in your year and the year above, why not you? What was so wrong with you that he couldn’t even think of taking your pants off? You bottled up all your upset and unresolved feelings into spite. You danced provocatively with other boys and stared down Barty while you did it. You winked at the Hufflepuff boy next to you in Potions, directly in front of Barty. You’d bring boys over to your table and whisper in their ears while Barty ate his breakfest. You left every party Barty dragged you to with a new lover. You knew you weren’t going to make him jealous, but you could make him a little uncomfortable. Then you could sleep with them in the hopes they’d even grace the bar with the rumors of Barty’s skill set. 

It seemes your will wasn’t as strong as you thought it was. A dance with Ravenclaw’s hands traveling over Barty’s body in front of you was the straw that broke the camel’s back. You’ve seen Barty straddled and grinded on. You’ve seen Barty slip his tongue down multiple people’s throats. You’ve seen Barty drag his teeth over people’s jugulars. He definentaly wasn’t bashful about his exploration of the human body. That Ravenclaw though? You couldn’t handle that. Barty had his ass pressed to the front of his jeans, swirling his hips around with the music. Barty had a smirk on his face that made you wish the Ravenclaw was dead. The boy’s hands kept sliping under the band of Barty’s jeans and you were starting to imagine cutting them off. Barty knocked his hips back again making the Ravenclaw laugh in his ear. You felt like you might lose your dinner. You slipped into the dancing crowd easily and grabbed onto Barty’s forearm. His smile losened and he turned to you, raising an eyebrow. 

You pulled him away, all the way out of the party and a total of five steps down the hall. Barty pulled away from you, taking his forearm back. You turned back around to face him. There was glitter on his face from the girl who kissed his cheek earlier. His eyes were wide and his brows were pushed together. Barty raised his hands and shook them out like he was trying to find your reasoning in the air. 

“What the fuck?” Barty asked. You shook your head, looking around on the floor. You actually weren’t sure why you did what you did. 

“I don’t know.” You whispered. Barty scoffed. He sighed and pressed his hands to his hips. He chewed on his lips before sucking his teeth. 

“Listen. I know you’re going through this weird phase where you’re just like- taking every boy you can find to your sheets. That doesn’t mean you also get to spoil my fun. I know you’re not the biggest fan of my lifestyle but back up okay? Not your life, not your choices, kay?” Barty said. You cleanched your teeth and looked up at him. 

“I am not going through a weird phase, Crouch.” You said, venom lacing your words. Barty glared at you. He sucked his cheeks in before giving you a petty smile. 

“Right, last names now. You’re not going through a phase? Then tell me why exactly last year you wouldn’t even look at a boy twice and now you’re stripping down naked just because one of them half compliments you. You’re not going through a phase and I’m not a Ravenclaw. Makes sense.” Barty said, scoffing at you. You chewed on the inside of your lip. Your tongue darted out between your lips. 

“I’ve…blossomed over the summer, so what?” You said, shrugging. Barty let out a breath through his nose. 

“Right, course. Do you want to tell me what’s actually going on with you now or can I go back inside and get a moderately good handy, hm?” Barty said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. You rolled your eyes and turned away from him. 

“Yeah go slut it up, Bartimus. I’ll be here to drive you to your fucking STD test when you’re done, douchebag.” You muttered, taking steps back towards your dormitory. Barty scoffed loudly and chased after you. He kept pace with you, walking next to you. 

“Is that what this is about? You don’t like me sleeping around? Are you worried I might get sick? I’m safe, incredibly safe. I take potions and shit, not to mention that’s none of your business.” Barty said, his voice rising. You worried about a professor overhearing you as you turned the corner down the corridor. 

“No, Barty. That’s not what this is about. I couldn’t care less how many times you cum in someone’s ass or vice versa, okay? I don’t care. Just go back to your stupid party and grind on that fucking boy again. Who, might I add, told me I should kill myself.” You said, picking up your pace. Barty sucked in a breath, pausing his steps. 

“He said that?” 

“Yes, he fucking said that. Barty, okay? Then he barked at me like a dog. So no offense Barty,” You leaned into his face, hoping he could smell the anger on your breath. “I hope that handy is worse than mediocre.” You spun back around and kept stalking off toward your dorm. Barty’s footsteps followed after you. 

“Well okay, I won’t sleep with him. There, better now? Can we be friends again?” Barty asked, still struggiling to keep pace with you. You shook your head. 

“Fuck off, Barty. You’re such an asshole, you know that?” You said, sucking your teeth again. Barty groaned and clenched his fists in the air. 

“Why are you being like this? I’ve done literally nothing to you. I’ve been your best friend for years. I’ve watched you grow out your hair after you tried to cut it yourself. I’ve let you cheat off me when you were going through an episode. I fucking carried you to the bath when you fucking hit rock bottom. I have fucking been here for you for years. I’ve been here for you while you’re going through your stupid boy craze right now. So why are you acting so hateful towards me?”Barty said, counting off on his fingers while listing. You shook your head and took the steps on the stairs towards your commonroom two at a time. Your feet flashed down the stones, Barty’s slower steps following fter you. When you reached the bottom, you spun around. Barty stopped on the last step, staring at you with shock. 

“Fuck. You. Don’t bring that shit up for this stupid argument. You don’t get to hold that over my head.” You said, your voice breaking. Barty’s shoulders sank, and he sighed. You didn’t move, waiting for him to make a move. 

“I just don’t understand why after everything we’ve been through, you’re being so spiteful to me,” Barty said, his tone softer now. You threw your hands up in the air. 

“I just don’t understand why you’ll sleep with everyone in the entire school.” You said. You turned back around, heading towards the second staircase. Barty sighed and followed after you, you were starting to feel like he was a puppy attached to you with a leash. 

“So my slut-a-try is your problem?” Barty said, now getting tired of playing this cat-and-mouse game. He just wanted you to walk at a normal pace. You groaned out of frustration. 

“God, Barty! It-” 

“Not the first time I heard that,” Barty muttered, now hating his words but they slipped out before his brain could catch up. You stopped in your tracks. Barty froze in his step, pressing his clenched fists to his chest. You slowly turned around facing Barty. You felt a sour smile press into your cheeks. You thought you might cry and you didn’t want Barty to see that. 

“Are you serious?” You asked. Barty shook his head. 

“No, no. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. It was just habit. I’m so-“ You turned away from Barty, continuing your pace. 

“Barty, the problem isn’t that you stick your penis in whatever has a hole. Like you’re fucking Zeus or something. The problem isn’t that you’re apparently ‘so good’ in the sack just that everyone has to talk about it. The problem isn't that you’ll sleep with literally everyone. The problem is you’ll sleep with everyone but me. Am I so repulsive to you, that you can’t even consider maybe kissing me? You would rather sleep with every single person near you, but not your best friend who’s been pining after you for years. No, it’s okay I get it, Barty. I fucking get it.” You said, rolling your eyes. You wondered if you turned around to face Barty he’d be gone and back at the party. His footsteps stopped behind you. You groaned and turned back around. 

“Baby-“ 

“Do. Not.” Barty clacked his teeth together and nodded. 

“Sorry, just listen. I never made advances on you because I didn’t know you wanted me to. I don’t think you’re repulsive, I honestly think the opposite. I find you quite attractive actually.” You scoffed again, spinning around. 

“Go fuck yourself.” 

“Please. Just listen to me. I’m not fucking with you.” Barty picked up his pace, stopping in front of you. “I’ve liked you for years. I didn’t know you wanted me like that. I wasn’t going to risk our friendship for the chance of getting between your legs. I want you. I want you bad. I’ve wanted you bad for years but I couldn’t have you. I started sleeping around with everyone so I could pretend they were you but fucks sake you’re terribly hard to find a replacement for. I’d fuck you in this hall right now if you wanted me to.” Barty said, gesturing to the hall around you. You sucked in a breath through your nose. You glanced around the hall before swerving around him to start back on your path. 

“I think my dorm will suffice.” You muttered. Your pace slowed down to a regular pace, no longer fueled with anger. Barty met your pace, walking beside you and taking your hand in his. 

You always thought it was like an inside joke. People said that he was amazing but he was actually medicore it was funny because only the people inside on the joke knew that. Now that he was actually using his mouth on you, you realized they weren’t joking. You thought he’d be in and out of your bed in maybe ten minutes like everyone else you’d slept with in the last few months. Twas not the case. 

You thought he’d call it quits after the first thirty minutes but he just kept going. He just kept your legs over his shoulders and his mouth on your heat. Then you thought he’d stop after your third time coming but he didn’t. You were starting to worry that his mouth would go numb from all this use. You started to worry you’d go numb from the waist down if he kept pumping orgasm after orgasm out of you. You were pretty sure he spent hours below your belly button. He’d spend minutes licking and sucking and then a few more minutes massaging your legs and stomach. Barty would trail kisses around your belly button as your brain settled down and your legs stopped aching. Then he was back to his licking and sucking. Eventually, your head was getting heavy and you weren’t even sure if you could cum again even if you wanted to. You tapped Barty on his shoulder three times and he pulled up for air. Barty sat up, pulling your legs into his lap. 

He pressed light kisses against your chest as his hands pressed into your thighs. You were pretty sure you shed a few tears in the time Barty spent making you spent. He made a small whiny sound at the look on your face. He gently wiped at your cheeks, flicking your tears away. Barty lightly kissed the apples of your cheeks. He gently massaged your stomach, pulling your tired arms over his shoulders. He kissed the side of your nose. Barty hummed, trying to egg a sign of life out of you. You hummed back, knocking your nose into his clavicle. Barty pulled you off the mattress, hugging you to his chest. 

“I think I’ve killed you,” Barty muttered into your bare shoulder. You sighed into his skin, trying to muster a kiss to his clavicle but your exhaustion made it more of a smear of your lips. You hummed against him, closing your eyes. Barty let out a relaxed sigh against your shoulder. 

“Oh look at that, you’re breathing,” Barty whispered. You shook your head. 

“Stop. Talking.” You said, closing your eyes and planning to fall asleep in his lap. Barty’s hands found your back, rubbing it. Barty gently rocked you back and forth, slowly pushing you back towards sleep. Your arms went slack over his shoulders. Barty slowly pet the back of your head. 

“Can’t sleep, baby. I have to clean you up first.” Barty whispered. You leaned back, sticking your hand out for his face. You smuthered his mouth with your fingertips. 

“Shush, I like us like this.” You said, eyes still closed. Barty’s hands were pressed into your back, keeping you from falling backward onto the pillows. 

“What, covered in cum?” Barty snorted at his own joke. You shook your head. 

“Soft.” Barty made a sad sound, a whine even. Your hands reached out for him again, dragging them over the part of his chest you knew had the tattoos he did himself with a muggle tattoo gun two summers ago. 

“Gross, feelings. Come on, spread your legs so I can clean you fully.” Barty muttered. You dropped back into the mattress, snuggling into your sheets. You allowed Barty to open your thighs, letting them drop open. You peeked an eye open as you watched Barty lean over to your bedside table to grab his wand. He muttered some spell as he pointed it at your thighs. It left a weird tingily feeling behind but when he moved his wand onto the next section your skin felt clean like you just stepped out of the shower. Barty was quite thorough, making sure to get every part of your skin. After the first few seconds, you got used to the feeling and closed your eyes. 

Eventually, Barty’s wand clattered to your bedside table again. He flopped himself next to you, stumbling his way under your sheets. You hummed, flinging your hand out towards him. Barty made a startled sound but met your hand with his. He pressed it to his chest and intertwined your fingers. You were on the brink of sleep but something was bugging you. Did he usually spend his time during hookups giving them the best and longest head of their life? Did he usually not receive anything at all? You sucked in a quick breath your eyes flashing open. 

“Barty. You didn’t get anything. Let me at least give you a mediocre hand job.” You said, looking up at Barty. Barty shook his head against your pillow. 

“No. I’ve got plenty, trust. I think I might’ve come more just from tasting you and rutting against your bed than I have sleeping with everyone combined.” Barty said, rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. You sighed. 

“Right. Well, speaking of your other hookups-“ 

“This is not a hook-up,” Barty said, his tone so serious for someone who was licking your cum off your body ten minutes ago. You stayed silent for a moment, waiting for him to say it was less than a hook up. 

“It’s not?” Barty made a dissagreeing sound. 

“No baby. I’ve been waiting for so long for this, you’re stuck with me until one of us dies. I hope you thought this through.” Barty said. You hummed. You sat back for a moment, thinking of what Barty would look like in twenty years. Hot, you decided. 

“Sounds good to me. Speaking of your hookups, is this how all of them went? Hours of your, apparently heaven-sent, mouth?” You asked, feeling a tiny pang of jealousy hit your heart. 

“No. That’s just for you. Usually, I just prep and then some doggy or other. After an orgasm or two, I ditch and go back to my dorm to pretend it was you. This is years of pent-up sexual desire.” Barty said, pecking your cheek. You hummed, leaning further into him. 

“I liked it, we should do this more often.” You said against his clavicle. Barty wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer. 

“I think so too. Twice a day, every day.” Barty whispered. You groaned, knocking your forehead against him. 

“No. No. Now stop talking, I’m sleeping now.” You pressed your nose against Barty’s chest. You were lulled to sleep by his back rubs. When you woke up in the morning, he was still there. That breakfest you saw the Ravenclaw boy taking extra glances at you two while Barty kept his arm over your shoulders as you both ate. 

[mystilotls]

"There are those who watch, We are those who listen..."

(aka my Listeners design concept)

[hinamie]

10 years later

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 75: onehat

[cerealmonster15]

five stages of adeuce ft the trials and tribulations of ace trappola

[rexscanonwife]

'Came a time, where every starfall brought you to tears again

We are the very hurt you sold'

Based on my own challenge to redraw your self ship as the MCR album cover uwu

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[stottlemonk-moments]

Stottlemonk Moments:

Monk s06ep16: "Mr. Monk Is on the Run: Part 2"

[teapot-of-tyrahn]

there is something SO special to me about life series’ designs where the characters’ lives are kept track of through hearts tattooed on their inner wrist. and not just because of the literal organic symbolism of them being placed on a person’s veins, their radial artery, a pathway which is connected to their actual heart, but because of the literary symbolism. a common idiom is "to wear one’s heart on their sleeve". it means to openly shows one’s feelings rather than keeping them hidden… and isn’t that poetic? because, in a game of deception and betrayal and heartbreak, you’re forced to wear your heart on your sleeve. it’s on display. it’s on display, for people to see, to watch. your feelings aren’t your own, they’re in the public domain, and you’re on public display. your feelings and hearts are on display for somebody's sick, twisted entertainment, to be broken over and over again until you break. until you have no more hearts left to lose. until you don't have a heart left to break.

[mangogator]

mangree puzzle, am i right

[mishy-mashy]

WE GOT EN'S FULL NAME AND VIGILANTE/HERO NAME!!!! YEAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!

[brotherofbagels]

There needs to be more nuance in how people view the situation but the internet doesn't allow for that.

[windcarvedlyre]

Having Komaeda brainrot is wild because you can read 10 different meta posts and fanworks about him and get 12 different characterisations.

Some are wildly wrong and rely on misunderstandings of the surface-level plot of the game, taking other characters' reactions to him as fact. Some are good-faith attempts that are still off, but understandable if the person has a life outside of thinking about the character; he's intentionally hard to understand and the official translations of some lines and his sarcastic-sounding english voice make it worse.

And then you run into people that write theses and 500-chapter masterpieces displaying just as much brainrot as you, meticulously going through his various appearances, pruning them based on quality, and combining them into a glorious, convoluted map through his many contradictions. People you deeply respect the dedication and critical thought of.

And you still have a different view of him.

[batsplat]

from the stuff i’ve heard marc’s former honda teammates (dani jorge and pol in their media careers but joan also i guess) say about him now that they’re racing is generally quite positive, both on a professional/riding level but also seemingly on a personal level? i’m wondering what you make of that given that, yeah, marc doesn’t seem like a very good teammate (unless you’re alex who i’ve left off this list). like MARC wants to separate on and off track stuff and it seems like all of these guys are willing too at least in retrospect, so he can’t have truly burned bridges with them. do you have any thoughts on that

(x, x) most riders are quite good at not burning bridges with each other! it's not like marc's competitors don't know that this stuff is kinda part of the game. I mean, all of marc's past teammates were also trying to assert themselves within the internal hierarchy... you can say that certain teammates engage in 'worse' behaviour than others, but, like, these people do understand they're supposed to be fighting each other! a baseline degree of nastiness is factored in and will be accepted to a greater or lesser extent by your rivals - especially when it comes to asserting yourself in intra-team power struggles. you might hate the other guy in the moment, but generally speaking once the active part of the rivalry is done with... you will probably get over it. marc's fellow riders are aware of how ultra-competitive marc is - and to a certain point they do respect it, not least because they're aware that this is part of the reason why marc has ended up with all those titles. it's like dani said, right, it's marc's strong suit. and in general, you do have to say that there's relatively few teammate pairings that devolve to the level of toxicity that it completely destroys the interpersonal relationship. you might need some level of preexisting animosity... most of the purely competitive sins can be healed with a little time

on the 'separating on-track and off-track' thing... well. this is kind of a question of how you define these things, you can say that marc generally speaking isn't going to massively hold grudges over isolated on-track incidents or whatever... but he doesn't just leave his fighting to the track, and personally I've also never felt he can entirely separate these things out in his mind. can you really say his professional and private relationships with other riders are completely detached from one another? mostly, he's opted to be pretty disengaged from his fellow riders as a collective, and obviously that's a good way to not take things too personally... it's all part of the game, isn't it? sometimes it's good to go with the straightforward approach: marc tells you he will make your life hell, he does indeed make your life hell, and then you both move on with your lives and can maybe actually have a pretty amiable relationship with him in years to come. he's not really defying your expectations at any point here, is he now? it's still a question for each of them as individuals as to whether they think that kind of behaviour is above board and acceptable or not... but everyone by now knows that marc plays these games, so it's not like they're going in blind

and it's not like other former teammates are constantly badmouthing each other. I mean... look, let's just cut to the chase here and bring in valentino as our reference point (as he is for the sport as a whole, which by the way does also help create a certain baseline of acceptability for marc's antics - maybe goated riders are just supposed to be dicks who knows). vale's premier class teammates were 1) nobody (2000-01), 2) tohru ukawa (2002), 3) nicky hayden (2003; 2011-12), 4) carlos checa (2004), 5) colin edwards (2005-2007), 6) jorge lorenzo (2008-10; 2013-16), 7) maverick vinales (2017-20), 8) franco morbidelli (2021), and 9) andrea dovizioso (2021). of these eight men (let's just exclude 'nobody' for now), do you know how many had serious complaints at any point about valentino as a teammate? that's right, it's one guy. one. some of valentino's other teammates, like hayden, checa and edwards, were even quite actively positive about their whole experience. this is the thing - you do need some specific circumstances for teammate rivalries to escalate from 'being kinda bitchy every other month' to 'actively fantasising about stabbing each other'. not accounting for natural interpersonal animosity, let's list some circumstantial factors that you need to get a bridge-burning-worthy level of feud:

you need a competitive bike. it is possible to beef about development direction when you're in the trenches (cf late 2010's yamaha, 2020's honda)... but generally speaking this is going to be quite low-level petty stuff, not actual war

you also need something that approaches competitiveness between teammates. if one teammate is unquestionably stronger than the other one, then it is very unlikely that you are going to get any open hostilities. the tension comes when the two sides are close enough to each other for the internal hierarchy to actually be a contentious issue (this is also basic self preservation... if you're the far weaker teammate then you do not want to make the situation troublesome, because then you will be the one to be fired)

following on from those first two things... well, it doesn't hurt to have a title fight in the mix. there are also other ways you can generate competitive stakes, like, for instance, if you and your teammate know that one of you will be out of a job soon. basically, it helps to have something to squabble over

it is maybe easy to forget how rare it is this century for teammates to be fighting directly for a title, let alone over the course of multiple seasons. only two 1-2's since the year 2000 and they're both for the factory yamaha's (though 2006, 2011-13 and 2017 did all prominently feature two factory hondas). which means that for valentino, the prerequisites were met just the once in his premier class career... and yes, the results were pretty memorable, but (topic! for! another! post!) it's worth pointing out that even that relationship was pretty much 'fine' whenever there was a sizeable disparity between the two of them performance-wise (2008 and 2013 are the most clear cut examples). I think the way I'd frame it with marc is that he has a bunch of mildly dubious strategies up his sleeve to assert himself within the team, which don't really deviate that far from what you'd expect from a rider of marc's calibre and only need to be escalated under specific circumstances. that doesn't mean he doesn't have the potential to be ruthless, but up until now it's mostly been a fairly 'acceptable' level of ruthlessness on the intra-team level... and not something that is likely to make other riders actually hate him

taking marc's teammates one by one... dani was the closest to meeting the bridge-burning prerequisites, though he was only a title rival in marc's rookie season. and marc did go further with him than he did with anyone else, and dani has made some pointed comments about marc's style as a teammate... but yes, he is fonder of marc these days. partly I'd just emphasise again that this is a fairly natural progression when you've stopped directly competing for long enough, and partly it's also just a question of individual personality - dani's not massively into holding grudges. then there's jorge, who... I mean, they might as well not have been teammates, given that jorge was either too slow or too injured to even be sharing any track space with marc. you have to put that one down primarily to circumstance, seeing as jorge's own track record on the teammate front isn't exactly spotless. marc and jorge beefing in 2019 would have been pretty dumb and also a massive waste of everyone's time in a year in which marc singlehandedly won the team's championship. even those two needed more to get things going

moving on to the dark years, pol and marc had an extremely stop-and-start partnership on a honda that was generally pretty uncompetitive... so the only stuff they could get ever so mildly irritable about were riveting incidents like 'marc saying pol wasn't the biggest championship threat' (neither of them were) or 'pol saying he'd copy marc's set up' (which proved entirely useless). not exactly title decider territory, is it now, and marc very much had pol covered as a challenger throughout their partnership. also, those two do have a longer history! they've known each other since they were kids and hold a pretty significant place in each other's careers. now that pol's more or less retired, it's natural there'll be quite a lot of sentimentality there - which will paper over any small cracks that appeared during those two years. and joan was a one year teammate at a time in which the bike was consistently close to offing them both. they only managed to start a sunday race together as teammates on thirteen occasions. it would take some serious effort to engineer a feud with that little opportunity, and, really, why on earth would you bother. maybe if honda had gone for rinsy rather than joan for the factory seat, it could've been a bit more prickly, but it's unlikely that it would have escalated beyond that

this is the thing, right, the only one of these partnerships that would have been worth burning bridges over was dani, and even there marc pretty much had him handled after the first season. in general, marc has been pretty clear on how he's not interested in making friends with the other side of the garage while the teammate relationship is ongoing... which is fine! there's some prominent-ish teammate pairings that are actually good friends, some teammate pairings where one of them is actively helping out and advising the other one, but some riders prefer to just keep their distance. it would have been a little silly of marc to start a feud with a teammate who is galaxies away from being a competitive threat, let alone a title rival, but generally it is possible to toe the line between 'attempting to suppress your internal rivals enough to stop them from becoming a problem for you' and 'taking radical enough action to make your internal rivals despise you'

especially in the post-dani era, marc never really had any need to push things too far... and, let's face it, how many of your teammate relationships end up with burnt bridges is also quite frankly a question of luck and circumstance. do you want to guess which top rider on paper has the worst track record this century with premier class teammate feuds, in terms of a) how many they've had, and b) how little public reconciliation there has been since the end of the rivalry?

yes, that's right, it's the first name that comes to mind when you're thinking of toxic and conflict-prone riders: andrea dovizioso. that old devil, constantly causing trouble. just couldn't stop undermining his poor, innocent teammates. can somebody please stop this ruthless bully before it's too late

I think you get the point. I would personally suggest that dovi is not in fact the worst teammate it is possible to have in a motogp top team. he just happened to find himself in a situation where he was teammates with two separate guys he did not click with at all, in situations that involved a pairing of riders who were (or had the potential to be) competitive with each other, as well as some proper stakes attached to the rivalry. in general, situational factors are going to determine this stuff more than anything else... and marc more often than not does have a reasonably good feel for picking his battles. he's flirted with the line, but he's mostly avoided crossing it. he hasn't had to

[tariah23]

How do you have kids and don’t make them do chores. I’ll never get it, man. They grow up to be one of those ppl who’s never washed a single dish before and are usually dirty and of privilege mind. Parents essentially sending their usually annoying kids out into the world to be an even further nuisance just because they don’t know how to do simple, everyday chores when they are fully capable of doing so and are able bodied.

[mad-hunts]

this is a very specific scenario, i know, but barton trauma-bonding with a hero and vice versa because they got stuck in the middle of the desert together due to the fact that they were both simultaneously betrayed / LEFT TO DIE there, but they managed to survive after they spent some time vehemently refusing to help each other in the beginning. though, they soon began to help each other (albeit reluctantly) because they realized that would be the ONLY way that they would survive this. and barton tries to kickstart their bastardization arc™ by telling the hero to kill the people who dumped them there. and this is because, in his mind, they don't deserve to live. then barton goes on to tell them that he's planning on killing the person who betrayed him so it's fineee if the hero does it,, because he ain't a snitch + won't tell anyone they killed anyone (,: now whether or not the hero actually starts their bastardization arc is up to them, of course, but if anyone is interested in a plot like this... HMU because i think this would be such an interesting dynamic to roleplay 👀