#fuck it we ball i guess

[seukorei]

dazai with glasses (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[hinaliix]

Long time, no doodles

[guckies]

With Slime playing Fnaf I’m reminded that the Bolas Team Flag is literally bonnie wearing a freddy(or dapper) top hat and gas mask because their name is based on the bonnie meme…

[lost-in-fandoms]

Logan and Max have another talk, or 'does kissing count as free therapy?' Part 2 of whatever this was. I couldn't fall asleep last night because of how hard I kept thinking about these two. I blame @girlsdads for giving me the brainrot in the first place.

cw: the tiniest bit of implied sexual content

It's another bad race. Fucking 16th, only ahead of the two Saubers, and of the Haas and Alpine that had crashed each other out. There was no reason why his pit stop had to be 4.3 seconds, when Alex's had been 2.7, no reason why he had been fucked over by not one but two undercuts because of shitty strategy, no reason why Alex's side of the garage had to be celebrating 8th place while his was sullen and quiet.

Logan fears he's going to throw up when he steps in and James claps him on the shoulder, saying sorry, next time, as if Logan doesn't know his contract is on the line. Fucking. Next time?!

Logan feels like he's trying to swim with his hands tied behind his back, desperately trying to make it to shore. Nobody cares he's drowning.

He can barely look up during the debrief, feels like he's choking the whole time on the words nobody is saying. As soon as he's free, he escapes, fumbling for his phone as usual. Only this time, he doesn't call his mom.

Are you free?

Max has his motorhome this weekend, and Logan doesn't wait for an answer before heading over. If he doesn't answer, he'll just take a walk.

Yes come over

He's knocking on Max's door before he can rethink it, before all these feelings catch up on him and he decides he's going to break down alone instead. When Max opens his door, Logan immediately regrets it. He's wearing a black t-shirt, hair styled, looking ready to go out. Of course he's heading out, he has a win to celebrate. Unlike Logan. Who should have just gone home.

He opens his mouth, ready to apologize and turn around, when Max's hand closes on his shoulder, his mouth downturned with what would be worry, if it wasn't absurd for Max Verstappen to be worried about him.

"Come in," Max says, doesn't leave space for arguments when he pulls Logan inside, closing the door behind him.

For a long moment they just look at each other, as Logan's waves lap at his neck. He doesn't know why he's here anymore.

"Are you okay?" Max's hand is still on his shoulder. Logan feels like he'll keel over if he takes it back.

"I might be out of a seat."

It's not an answer to Max's question, it's not even what Logan meant to say, it's not something he should be telling to the competition, but really. Logan is barely Max's competition at all, and who wouldn't know that after this season's disaster? Nobody is counting on him to race next year.

He waits for Max to say something, even if it's just empty platitudes, but the other just squeezes his shoulder and nods, and suddenly it's much harder to hold back his tears.

"I just..." he breathes in, willing his voice to not crack, "I don't know what I am doing wrong."

It comes out more desperate than he meant it to, but he's just so tired and upset, and nobody is seeing him drown. Why is nobody paying attention?

"You have a shit car, get bad strategy calls, and have a teammate with years more of experience. You are not the one doing it wrong."

Max says it so matter of fact, as if he's the one driving the shit car, the one with the better teammate, the one having to fight through the back of the field with no success, and suddenly Logan is angry. He shrugs Max's hand away, fists clenching. What does Max know about being the second driver in a bad team? How dares he say he knows Logan's hunger?

"Fuck off," he spits, wrapping his arms around himself to hide the way his hands are trembling. He shouldn't have come.

"You have potential, you are not doing it wrong," Max says again, stubborn and bull-headed as always, jaw set and eyes clear. Logan's anger spikes again. Max Verstappen, the prodigy child, talking to him about wasted potential? This must be a joke. He scoffs, ready to turn around and leave, but Max grabs him again, gets a hold on his elbow and keeps him where he is.

"Why are you angry?" he asks. And yeah, this must be a joke, for sure. Why is Logan angry? Why is he angry?!

"You don't get to..." he starts, but Max interrupts him, squeezing his elbow.

"No. Why are you angry?"

"The team..."

Max takes a step closer, narrowing his eyes.

"Not the team, I do not care about the team. Why are you angry?"

As if there was a right answer to the question that Logan isn't getting! It's his own anger! And Max doesn't care about the team? Of course he doesn't, it's not his team fucking up! Why can't Logan be angry about the team?!

"Alex gets..."

"No. Why are you angry?" Max interrupts again, steadfast in a way that grates on Logan's nerves.

They're too close now, and for a second Logan entertains the idea of punching three times world Champion Max Verstappen. Anger burns in his chest, and suddenly, without knowing who closed the gap, they're kissing. It's not a nice kiss, all teeth and spit, and it almost feels the same as the punch he hasn't thrown, until Max moves his hand from his elbow to his waist, the other one coming up to cup the back of his neck, turning his head slightly. Gentling him.

His anger is back in his lungs, but it's no longer anger, it's back to salt water, and Logan is drowning again. He breaks the kiss, gasping, but Max doesn't let him go.

Logan doesn't remember the last time someone held him like this, like being here matters.

"Why are you angry?" Max asks again, breath soft against Logan's bitten lips. He smells vaguely like minty toothpaste.

"Because..." he hesitates, but at this point he might as feel say fuck it, and give it all. All his fleshy insides in Max's hands, bleeding on the floor between them. "Because I could do better, but I can't do it like this."

This time Max nods. "You could do better."

And Logan knows his parents and friends have said it before, have kept saying it for years. Knows his time in Formula 2 speaks for itself. But it's different, to have Max say it like that, so surely. It's a different kind of validation, and a different kind of heartbreak, because they both know his time to prove it is running out. It's hard to breathe again.

"It is good to be angry. It makes you want to take it," Max says, maybe mistaking the way his breathing has gone funny. But Logan doesn't feel angry anymore. He's tired, and scared, and lonely. He drops his head on Max's shoulder, who moves to card his fingers in his hair, bearing his weight with ease. Logan wishes anything would come easy to him instead.

"I don't know how to be angry," Logan confesses. He doesn't want to say it, doesn't want to disappoint Max, but he disappoints better than he lies anyway. What's one more person.

"That is of course still okay," Max says, instead of some sort of rebuke Logan is expecting. For a second, he thinks about the stories of Max's childhood, of angry men and steel hands. Max's fingers are gentle in his hair.

"What do you want right now?"

It's too big of a question. Logan wants his seat to be safe, he wants to end in the points, he wants a good car, he wants to not feel so distant from everyone else, he wants to go home. He wants someone to tell him it will be alright and mean it.

He shakes his head, forehead dragging against Max's t-shirt. Disappointing again.

Max holds his hair a little tighter, uses the grip to pull Logan up, to make him open his eyes.

"What do you need?"

And it's the same, but it is different, and Logan needs...he needs...

"You can take it. What you need." Max sounds so sure of it, Logan can almost believe it. Maybe Logan doesn't know how to take, doesn't know how to fix it, but here, now, he at least knows what he needs.

"I need to be better," he says, words bleeding out from his split-open chest. "I need to be good."

They both know what Logan means, because the thing with Max is, that it's always about racing, even when it isn't, and it is also always both at the same time.

Max nods, letting go of his hair, and Logan pushes him around, back against the door. Gentle, because he needs to be, but firm, because he wants this.

He eases himself to his knees, and feels Max's hand cup his cheek. His raspy voice isn't disappointed, or pitying, or even sad when he speaks, only fond. A little proud.

"Good boy."

[calicodreamer]

Lets Watch the entirety of the Sun and Moon Show I said, This will be Fun! I said!

News flash, If you only watch the animatics for something, your not getting the full flashes of the show. And if your like me, and this is now an obsession for the next month, we'll make this Tumblr post to give you an idea of how to watch the actual thing��

If you have no idea what I’m talking about I’ll give you a hint.

This is the Sun and Moon show, and it looks most certainly like a content farm. or at least was set up to be a content farm in the beginning as it is definitely bleeding the “I’m 11! FrEDdY FAzbEaR!” crowd dry, and the “Sister Channels” of the Channel (With the direct expectation of maybe 2) are just content farms. However, The funky little channel heads went about giving the show lore, and traumatizing all the characters which is how I got invested, because I am a SUCKER for angsty edits.

But- as shown the thumbnails look like this:

The only good ones, are some of the drawn later ones, and they look like this.

Mwha, beautiful, appreciate it now because they are few and far between.

So now out of anger and spite, because I’ve been told I can’t just pick and choose to get the lore that I want and leave the rest behind: Here is me going through each episode to let you know what is actually happening during theses ten minute little shorts and gameplay Footage, because Calico must organize her thoughts, and If you see this and know me in real life - No you don’t.

We’ll be looking through the series based on this playlist as recommended to me by the folks on the r/TheSunandMoonShow Subreddit

So anything you need to know before the show starts - Sun and Moon are animatronic daycare attendants for the pizzaplex from the security breach games, they have separate bodies, they have started to a channel together to try and bond as Brothers due to some mysterious incident.

So we’ll be going through the show, five episodes at a time, and analyzing it for whats going on, because the human isn’t getting me through this, so the rage might as well.

More to come, 

Calico

[kazanskys-mitchell]

should i make a drunk decision and buy mw3

[cindol]

Feeling like a failure at sixteen sucks.

[tstain-i-guess]

nobody:

my brain: oH bOi ItS 3oClOcK iN tHe Am LeTs dRaW a FuCkIgN cHiPmUk

[bloodibambiidoll]

I swear I just laid down to rest my eyes but now it’s three hours later and dark out?😩

[cabbagegunk]

onething they do not tell you about becoming an adult is. who hell am i

[hinaliix]

So uhhhhh Meryl Stryfe amirite?

[torifuckingspring]

i like watching really shitty shows cuz like. they be sorta good

[thornsofrosesdumps]

Taiyang: I ate a guy out of pure desperation once, this is not my biggest problem.

Summer: W H A T

[hyperfixation-tangentopia]

I started another project, so...how's everyone feel about Next Gen AUs?

[dinbo134]

hello your favourite (im no ones favourite) dinosaur is now on the tumblr's getting with the times i suppose, twitter might go belly up so good to have options

[norts-trolls]

Bro hit with a triple whammy of bad weeks in a row...like...did I do something? Is my luck or karma bad?