#felt okay might delete later

[livetogether--diealone]

Soooo is that fic you're writing about Chalex as the blond power couple? 👀

No, but in the mean time can I offer this?

[edited because it needed so? it was a bit rushed yesterday]

“So, Charles, crazy drive today! Pole yesterday, only for the glory with your engine penalty, and now from tenth to first, that move in turn 6, very risky but you made it stick. Any merit to the new hairdo? Spent some time in sun by the sea?” 

So typical of Seb to try and embarrass him in the post-race interview, with his silly moustache and wiggly eyebrows; Charles was ever so grateful to have him back in some capacity into the paddock so he could run and get advice and praises from him anytime he wanted, but this was one of the moments he would have preferred for the german to remain hidden in the mountains. Seb never missed a chance to make him flustered. He could hear Lewis trying to contain a laugh very poorly next to him, he finished 2 nd, but since Seb was doing the interview Lewis stuck around. Why are these two always in cahoots?  

He scratched the back of his neck, “Actually Alex did this. It’s called a dye Seb, you would know”. Charles let out a nervous laugh, he didn’t know why he said that or why he had to make it sound so mean. Maybe the blond was making him a bit of a little shit for real.  

But to his surprise Seb actually enjoyed it? He grinned at the Ferrari driver, in that Seb’s way which if Charles was at all honest with himself still made his knees weak. “Ouch. Careful or Marko is gonna come looking for a new recruit” spat out the german, winking at him. 

Charles couldn’t believe it. Being compared to his ex-teammate was one thing and something he greatly appreciated, but being compared to the pathetic attempt at the Seb clones factory that was the redbull academy, full of floppy blond men with anger issues, was horrifying. He was gonna murder Alex.  

- 

“Can you stay still?” Alex groaned, he was so done with Charles, who spent the last 30 minutes restless sitting on the hotel tub and the last five bent in said tub. He had to dig one hand on the other’s shoulder to prevent him from running away, again. He never realised how muscular Charles�� back was. So maybe this wasn’t only for practicality and if he lingered there for too long than it was needed, nobody was here to judge him. “You’ll go blind if this gets into your eyes”  

Charles’ voice was masked by the running water, which was probably a blessing since the few words Alex did understand were italian profanities.  

Not long after he was standing in front of the mirror staring at a very, very blond Charles, who hadn’t stop touching his hair and fixing them in twenty-five different styles. He kept fisting his new locks, pushing them down, up, pulling at the front pieces. Alex kept thinking he could also do other thing with those hands, if he could only manage to pull Narciso aways from his pond. “You look hot, come on let’s go” 

Charles turned bright red, redder than his ferrari, and the contrast with his hair was... well it was a contrast for sure. “You think I look hot?” he stumbled on the words, his accent thicker than ever. And Alex thought dyeing Charles blond would make him little more forward, it had worked with Seb.  

Or maybe he was right indeed. Charles’ gears were turning while he kept checking himself out. His usually delicate features seemed sharper, his expression more confident. Not even under the most vile of tortures Alex was going to admit that angry Charles turned him on. Didn’t matter that George heard him sigh with frustration while watching Charles pulling off his gloves and balaclava, throwing them hastily in his car and strutting back in his box after being pushed off track, hair a mess, red-faced, something animal in his eyes. 

Alex watched as Charles kept checking himself in the mirror, watched with hunger as the other was nodding at his reflection. No, he was not going there again. Alex get a grip it’s late tomorrow, tomorrow there was fp3 and quali, and more media duties, and-. 

Suddenly Alex was being pulled and pushed against the bathroom tiles, something quite heavy was pressing him to the wall. And yes, he was definitely being kissed by Charles Leclerc. Not that this was the first time it had happened, even if Alex didn’t like to classify as kissing the one time he - after by some weird constellations alignment managed to qualify third - was pushed into one of the rooms next to where the press conference was being held by Charles, who grabbed him by the opened race suit and practically crushed their lips together “What you did was brilliant” and then ran away. This time, despite the towel hanger digging in his back, it felt more deliberate. Charles’ mouth was soft as he remembered and maybe dreamed about, not that he was admitting any of this. Fuck George was going to have a field day. But right now there was only his hands around Charles’ tiny waist, and Charles’ needy hands in his hair, on his jaw. 

Okay so maybe the blond dye was actually getting to Charles’ brain, because his hands were already working on the buttons of his jeans. And when he pulled away, he looked a little feral, but Alex was not complaining. Charles’ lips were now to his neck, one hand under Alex’s shirt. 

“I’m gonna get pole tomorrow” the last button of Alex’s pants was freed. 

“And then on sunday I’m winning this race” and he was already on his knees. 

Well then Alex was not gonna qualify at all at this rhythm.  

[m-eltdown]

[seagull9111]

i like the idea of nico trying to convince himself he has a crush on annabeth

so much so that he acts like it around her.

he tries to convince himself but in the process starts to convince everyone around him, even annabeth

till it hits him one day, hard like a brick. that he does not like annabeth, he thinks shes cool. he wants to know her as a person

but he doesnt like annabeth, not like that. but he did like percy, like that

[ultrakillmmmyes]

i wanted to get better at drawing creatures and then hakita’s iconic ultrakill character got involved???

[sunugf]

my fit + thrift finds today 🙂‍↕️

[justomblr]

[Top Gun 1986 shower scene]

Ice: You’re everyone’s problem. That’s because everytime you go up in the air, you’re unsafe —

Maverick, the idiot (affectionate): Huh. I don’t remember you having a problem with being “unsafe” last night…

‘86 Squad: . . .

Goose & Slider: *sighs*

[frozenhi-chews]

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[goofyjelly]

Im just saying, Dean Forester's character could've been saved if there was a motorcycle scene

( reference photo under the cut ✨ )

[oddlittlestories]

Nothing like a gifset to remind me that I really DON'T like dating men actually

[zevsarainai]

yknow ive been thinking about it since i made that sexuality crisis post on here and i might... just be gay......

[nostalgia-tblr]

the thing about chain-letter-style posts (“reblog and you'll get money!/a job!/whatever!”) is that while the phrasing is always positive (at least that i've seen thus far) and i think people would call out any that threatened bad things for the reader if not reblogged, there's no culture of tagging such posts and for most people they're just light-hearted daydreaming or whatever but to me it's fairly regular posts on my dash telling me that luck is real and that actions completely unconnected to a specific goal can change the outcome, which is what my OCD is constantly telling me. and depending on my mood/state they're unwanted reinforcement of my brain's mad claims, purportedly objective evidence in support of the idea that i can indeed influence the world around me by doing or not doing things that i know* can't possibly have any effect on those things :(

i know tagging for 'unreality' caught on to some degree but do chain-reblogs bother enough people that tagging would be adopted? for most people these chains are entirely harmless and they'll never give it another moment's thought, but if you're unlucky enough to believe in luck - or to not believe in it but your mental illness tells you that you can't ignore it just in case - it'd be nice to have an easy way to avoid at least some of them. any ideas?

(*The thing about OCD is... you know. You know it doesn't make any sense. You know the thoughts are intrusive and the actions don't actually do anything. But the attendant anxiety is such that it's hard to ignore the idea that you can influence these things and eventually you just kind of... do the compulsion to make the obsession shut up.)

[poirot]

random but I felt very cute tonight 💗✨

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

thank you, evil by melanie martinez, for existing. you could not explain my shit better. sometimes i just want to inject that shit into my veins bc AUGH. me me me me me me me. jst love it so much because its like- idk man it just has some lowkey really relatable lyrics to me. trauma? me? yeah </3. BUT ITS LIKE A SONG ABOUT SAYING FUCK YOU SO LIKE I LOVE IT BC LIKE LOOK WHOS WINNING NOW BITCH. I AINT LOOSING SHIT NOT KNOWING YOU.

rahhh sorry im just like... rahhh. no words ig. portals is a good album but tbh i can understand people not liking mel's style shift. i personally think she innovated her sound to like- its a good shift??? it was new to her and sounds fucking KILLER dude. like mmm yummy. good sounds in my brain. idk i just am glad a song like evil exists bc MAN.

[tapesofterror]

Getting back into embroidery very very slowly.

[robinsnest2111]

tried on one of my military berets just for funsies and

not escaping the Mick Mars lookalike allegations with this get-up lmao

[sweagen]

Awawa