#gotta lock in for 2025

[bloodaslube]

thank you to @vampiremother for inviting me to share my 9 favourite "new to me" movies of 2024 🖤

I'm sorry for being lazy and shy but if we're mutuals consider yourself tagged... pls I'm curious

[arielluva]

being normal in my sketchbook tonight

[princesscallyie]

Desperation’s Embrace: The Snake and the Raven - 1. Black Card

Bratty puppy is up one! Drake finally gets one over on Eirenelas when he recklessly gives him access to his black card. Now Eire really should have known better, he's messing a legendary trickster here

Here's the first of the comic series I have planned. Just random scenes of their relationship that go together (cause I don't want to commit to an actual full story comic). There's 10+ scenes that I have in mind so far. There's some for Kingsley too. His branch is called "The Hero and the Abyss".

[Next]

[laserdiscsurgery]

I’VE BEEN ACCEPTED!!!!!!!!

[vanimation7]

Been playing a lot of Roblox as of recently... Enjoy some bad doodles 🤲😔

Characters are from Case File 1225. Go check it out on Roblox! (I think it’s really cool ^^)

Plus Tisha from Dandy’s World 👍

[yeyayeya]

Gotta go with my blorbo, my boy, the most obscure character no one probably cares about

[apr1lias]

I’m not ready for mclaren dominance i literally want to kms

[batsplat]

what press conference is that and what lies is Valentino telling 😭😭😭

I’m always obsessed w the Case - J Lo - Vale pressers bc I feel like Jorge actively dissociates anytime he’s not asked a question (bc he’s already internally mapping out his answers to the next 20 possible questions he could be asked), Casey simmers n stews n hates every second of being there, and Vale is just always having the time of his life

(side note but rly underrated skill of his!! to be able to pretend you actually enjoy the press element!! maybe he’s not pretending, maybe he really is just able to turn it On that often & that easily…but idk I’ve been a longtime f1 fan too & the way Vale is able to make press conferences ~fun, or at least project that he’s having fun during them, is incredibly rare)

((i recognize “underrated” is probably not the right term generally speaking for the guy who is widely recognized as like the greatest showman the sport’s ever had lol. just that i personally underrate it & then am always pleasantly surprised when i watch almost any press conference of his))

(text posts here) this is from aragon 2011, a point in their relationship where quite honestly casey didn't need much of an excuse to give valentino the stink eye

there's not anything in the presser you'd actively expect casey to want to kill valentino with his mind over (beyond valentino's terminal affinity for yapping at anyone in his vicinity in these things). maybe valentino commenting on how fast casey and ducati had been at aragon the last year somehow attracted casey's ire? maybe valentino reiterating he was going to race in japan (a major talking point throughout that year - valentino and jorge had initially been united in launching a bit of a riders' revolt on that issue, including meeting at jorge's motorhome at a time when relations between them were otherwise... uh, frosty; eventually it had been casey and jorge who were the final holdouts, with casey still not willing to 100% commit at aragon)... generally though, I reckon this is mostly just how casey looked at valentino those days

though that reminds me, there's one specific question where, if I were valentino, honestly I'd be tempted to off myself - but somehow it's casey who manages to look quite awkward while valentino just laughs

Q: Different question for you, Casey - any advice for Valentino this weekend? This is where you turned your season around last year. ... Ride faster? CS: Do something drastic, I don't know... (mumbles) [Same for me?]

absolute all timer dynamic idk, look at casey's little nervous tics while valentino is grinning at him

so self-conscious god bless

anyway, here's the presser photo

expression gets gradually more enthusiastic as you move to the right. not reflective of current competitive situation

and yeah I find their different styles of engagement v interesting!! jorge's also gone on a bit of an arc with this over the years... you've got these very early clips where he still needs a translator in the presser (not at all uncommon, dovi for instance was the same) and he's just deeply awkward but also quite enthusiastic, then you get to his first premier class years where... y'know, he's clearly not a natural at this, but he WANTS to be, he WANTS to engage with the process and be charming and all the rest of it... and then by 2011 he's kind of given up. 2010 was great for his career but less great for his popularity, and it's really when you can feel the disillusionment creeping in. he never quite loses that part of himself, still obviously wants to win hearts and minds... but yeah. he's never been particularly up for listening to his peers in these things, but by this point in time he did clearly want to fast forward through these things. default state is zoning out

casey might be a well-known sceptic of any kind of engagement with the public - but he's actually a self-professed people watcher, he likes sitting around quietly observing people. one of my fave lil autobiography nuggets:

I like to think I can read people very well, especially people I get to study a lot, and when I come in during a session to make changes to the bike that is exactly what I am doing. The mechanics might think that because I have got my visor down I'm just sitting there doing nothing but I'm observing everything and I could see they weren't coping well with the pressure of having the big bosses watching over them.

'my mechanics think I'm doing nothing but actually I'm sitting with my visor down secretly observing them' is such a. a deeply funny line, deeply casey line. not sure I'm convinced the mechanics would prefer to know that this is what casey was doing, but there we are. in any case, obviously casey doesn't SAY this but I don't think it's a massive leap to suggest he was doing the same thing in pressers. ofc I enjoy using these photos in text posts because they kinda tell their own story, but I should note that to some extent this is just casey's resting face. like,, if I'm sufficiently motivated obviously I can also make a 'casey doesn't fw dani' version

now admittedly, there are way fewer photos of casey staring at dani and jorge (or indeed anyone else) than there are of him staring at valentino... arguably even in the years where valentino is very much no longer casey's main on-track rival. but like, there's also relatively less photos of casey making heart eyes at those other two guys. whether this genuinely reflects how much staring casey was doing or is just the result of photographer bias (no criticism, I too would be documenting every look casey sends valentino's way) or a combination of the two... who knows. but I DO think that casey was very much committed to studying valentino, including by doing this little staring act in pressers. slightly clashes with his whole 'oh I don't care about my rivals' schtick, but, well, casey's no stranger to a bit of an internal contradiction. so he's quietly studying and quietly judging and quietly seething... LEARNING from the enemy by documenting every last detail of his side profile. or something

and yeah lol massive props to valentino not getting tired of this week in week out. admittedly in pressers specifically he does also frequently entertain himself by choosing the nearest convenient victim to yap at, which both jorge and casey very obviously found an annoying habit at times. (shout out to misano 2016 where jorge and valentino started bickering in the presser and jorge afterwards went HE NEVER SHUTS UP IN THESE THINGS, which, like, wasn't particularly relevant in that specific situation and clearly had just been something he'd been sitting on for years.) both jorge and casey have also actively turned to valentino on at least one occasion in a presser to indicate that they would like him to shut the fuck up - and both times valentino has complied, so theoretically at least they could have put a stop to this. so, y'know, it probably doesn't hurt if you're the type of guy willing to make your own fun in these pressers, even when it comes at the active cost of the sanity of the people around you. beyond that though, yup. I mean it's probably a good attitude to have if that's literally your whole life. I think it's always done valentino a lot of good that he's fundamentally a curious type of bloke who is curious about other people. journalists DO piss him off a lot of the time, but in theory it's a process he likes engaging with because he likes talking and he likes listening. honestly did miracles for the vibes of these things, like the f1 thing is a good point because I sometimes watch motogp pressers these days and go. man. this place could do with a yapper

[oxymoronicdumbass]

i really need to lock in

[phagodyke]

crying in the work bathroom again I shouldve just booked the whole fucking day off in the first place it was stupid to think I could work after

[ismene]

another day, another VERY COOL phd position posting that i can't apply for

[shinig6mis]

stoner bf!touya isn’t the type to yell or shout to make a point. he doesn’t have to. the lazy smirk on his face and the way his half-lidded eyes slide over to you, then to whoever else is dumb enough to try their luck, are enough. everyone knows you’re his, no need to spell it out. and if they forget? well, touya has a way of reminding them.

he loves taking you to his favorite spots, joints that reek of weed and old vinyl records, where the lights are dim, and the air is thick with haze. you're always tucked into his side in your little dress that clings nicely to every curve, the hem barely skimming your thighs, and just enough of your chest on display to make his buddies stare a little too long. touya doesn’t mind, not really. he likes the attention you draw. it makes it all the sweeter when he throws an arm over your shoulders and leans in, murmuring something that makes you flush under his hooded gaze.

“look at you,” he drawls, his lips brushing your ear as he passes you the blunt. “so fuckin’ pretty. go on, baby, take a hit.”

you do, your lips wrapping around the edge as you inhale deeply, only to cough on the exhale. touya chuckles, low and gravelly, his hand rubbing lazy circles on your back as you double over. “easy, doll.” the words are soft enough for just you to hear, but the grin he flashes as you smack his chest is enough to make your heart skip.

and when his hand drifts lower, resting heavy on your bare thigh, squeezing just enough to make you shift closer, his friends exchange knowing looks. they know better than to say anything though. touya doesn’t share.

later, he pulls you into the grungy restroom, locking the door behind him with a flick of his wrist. “can’t wait,” he murmurs, backing you against the graffiti-covered wall. his hands are everywhere—your waist, your thighs, hiking up your dress until it’s bunched around your hips. his lips crash against yours, tasting of smoke and something faintly sweet as he drags his fingers through your slick folds.

“already so wet f'me,” he teases, his voice slurred and lazy, but the hunger in his mismatched eyes is anything but. “you’re perfect, you know that?”

he doesn’t bother to be gentle. his cock stretches you, the first thrust punching a breathless moan out of you that echoes off the tile walls. touya grips your hips, holding you steady as he pounds into you, each snap of his hips rougher than the last. your cries are loud, shameless, and he loves every second of it.

“louder,” he growls, dragging his teeth along your neck. “let ‘em hear how good i fuck you.” and you do, your voice breaking as you sob his name, clawing at his shoulders for balance.

when he finally pulls out, it’s only to watch his cum drip down your trembling thighs, his thumb smearing it into your flushed, sticky skin. “that’s a good look for you,” he mutters, fixing your dress and smoothing your hair with a smug grin that makes your cheeks burn.

and when you walk back out, your legs are shaking as you try desperately to lean heavily against him as he steers you toward the door. you can tell that everyone around you notices your swollen little lips and wobbly thighs. how could they not? touya doesn’t try to hide it either, his hand firmly on your ass as he glances back at the guys.

“gotta take my girl home. she’s had a long night.”

and when he finally gets you back to his shitty apartment, he doesn’t stop. the walls are thin, and he knows his neighbors can hear every slap of skin, every choked cry of his name. but he doesn’t care. you’re his, and tonight, he’ll make sure everyone knows it.

© 2025 shinig6mis | do not plagiarize, repost, or translate any of my work.

[kittenkeke]

Australian GP | 2025

AA: But to be honest with you, you need help. You don't know what the weather's doing and the communication is some area that we've always been working on, trying to improve, especially in these kind of interchangeable conditions, just the relevant information for me... They knew exactly when the rain was gonna hit and how hard it was gonna hit. I honestly - if you remember on the radio - I was against it! I thought what are we doing, it's bone-dry... coming out of the pitlane, I was like okay we've definitely lost out here. But it was alright, I actually need to go see Charles [Florentin, the Head of Race Strategy at Williams] and give him a kiss.

JV: I'll give you a little nugget. I don't know if you saw in the race but Carlos was up on the pitwall right beside me and his insight was fantastic. He looked at the radar and went when that hits, they won't stay on track, simple as that. And you could see the big key decision today is do you stop or not, and you saw the field was split. Carlos' information was key towards this so it is a group effort, really, in that regard and it was fantastic to see.

You gotta lock him down for a 15-year contract so he can stay there as a strategist after.

JV: He said he was more nervous than he was in the car, being up there. It's interesting.

[iamgonnagetyouback]

TIED TOGETHER WITH A SMILE HEX.⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ L. BERKSHIRE

SUMMARY ৎ୭ getting hexed in dada was bad enough, but getting magically handcuffed to lorenzo berkshire for an entire day? pure torture. he’s too loud, too cheerful, and way too amused by your suffering. but as the hours pass, you start moving in sync—almost like you’re not complete opposites. almost like you don’t mind him as much as you thought. almost

WARNINGS ಇ. accidental physical touch, lorenzo being insufferably charming, reader is stubbornly in denial, but lorenzo isn’t letting that slide, golden retriever x black cat energy A/N ಇ. i love enzo in this so much! also this is my first time participating so tell me if if i'm doing it wrong ♡

a part of @thatdammchickennugget 's hogmarch 2025 (week 1) ୨ৎ everyone participate it's so fun ‹𝟹 give love to mari ♡

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Professor Snape always said that Defense Against the Dark Arts required precision, control, and a keen sense of awareness. Unfortunately for you, the combination of Lorenzo Berkshire and an overenthusiastic classmate resulted in none of the above.

One second, you were minding your own business, sitting as far from Lorenzo as humanly possible. The next, a rogue hex from across the room ricocheted off the chandelier and struck you both square in the wrists.

A brilliant flash of blue light later, you found yourself—horrifyingly—chained to Lorenzo Berkshire.

"Well," Lorenzo hummed, lifting his wrist with an infuriatingly amused expression. The golden cuffs shimmered between you, connecting your hands by a short, unyielding chain. "This is unfortunate."

You yanked at the chain, scowling. "For me? Absolutely."

He gasped, dramatically pressing his free hand to his chest. "And here I thought you secretly adored me, darling."

"If I had a wand right now, I'd hex you so hard you'd wake up in next week."

Snape—who had been flipping through an old textbook—sighed. "Ah, yes. A Binding Misfire. Quite rare. It seems the hex locked onto the strongest magical force nearby…"

You turned to Lorenzo with a glare. "Great. Of course I get stuck with you."

He beamed. "Fate, darling. Can’t fight it."

Snape cleared his throat. "The spell will wear off on its own by midnight. Until then, try to—ah—cooperate."

You groaned. Lorenzo, meanwhile, grinned like Christmas had come early.

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HOUR ONE

The walk to your next class was a disaster.

Lorenzo, being the golden retriever of a human being that he was, had the audacity to skip. Not walk, not stroll—skip. And because of the short length of the chain binding your wrists together, you had no choice but to stumble along, barely managing to stay on your feet.

"Can you not drag me around like an overexcited child?" you snapped, yanking the chain in an attempt to slow him down.

He turned to you with wide, innocent eyes, as if he hadn’t just nearly yanked your arm out of its socket. “But we’re a team now, darling! Gotta stay in sync.”

You shot him a glare. "I would rather be eaten by a Hippogriff."

Lorenzo just grinned, completely unbothered. “Nah, you’d miss me too much.”

Before you could come up with a suitably scathing response, he spun—actually spun—on his heel, causing the chain to twist between you and yank you forward. You collided into his side with a huff, and he caught you effortlessly, like this was some kind of grand performance rather than your personal hell.

"See?" he teased, arm wrapping around your shoulder like it was natural. "You love being this close to me."

"I loathe you," you muttered, shoving him off as best as you could with one hand still chained to his.

He only laughed, bright and carefree, like this was the best day of his life. You, on the other hand, were already counting down the hours until midnight.

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HOUR TWO

It turned out that being handcuffed to someone made simple tasks—like writing—not just impossible, but downright infuriating.

You both sat at a shared desk in Charms, your chained hands stretched awkwardly over the parchment, the chain taut between you. Every time you moved your quill, Lorenzo's arm jerked along with it, making your handwriting look like a toddler’s first attempt at spellwork.

"I write with my right hand," you gritted out, already feeling a headache forming.

"Me too!" Lorenzo said cheerfully, as if this was some exciting discovery rather than a complete and utter disaster.

You turned to glare at him. He just grinned.

"Well, one of us has to use our left hand," you muttered, shifting in your seat in a futile attempt to get more space.

Lorenzo pouted, tilting his head dramatically. "But I like my right hand."

"So do I!"

A beat of silence. You could practically see the gears turning in his head before his face lit up with an idea. That never meant anything good.

"Let's write together."

Before you could even begin to protest, he grabbed your hand and guided it over the parchment, his fingers wrapping around yours. His touch was warm—annoyingly so—as he moved both of your hands in tandem, the quill scratching across the parchment with exaggerated loops.

When he finally pulled back, you stared at the words in horror:

I'm very grateful to have Professor Snape as my teacher.

Lorenzo beamed like he'd just created a masterpiece.

"I hate this," you muttered, staring at the parchment like it had personally offended you.

"I love this," he said brightly, giving your wrist an affectionate squeeze before going back to definitely not letting you do your work in peace.

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HOUR FIVE

By the time dinner rolled around, you'd begrudgingly started moving in sync. You walked at the same pace, turned corners together, and after an unfortunate incident where you nearly took his head off with a spoon, you’d even figured out how to eat without total catastrophe.

Lorenzo, of course, was thriving.

"You know," he mused, idly twirling his fork between his fingers, "this really isn't so bad."

You shot him a withering look, stabbing your food with unnecessary aggression. "Speak for yourself."

He gasped, hand flying to his chest in mock devastation. "Are you saying you don’t love spending every second with me?"

"If I had my wand, I would—"

"Yeah, yeah, hex me into next week," he interrupted, waving his free hand dismissively. "You say that a lot, you know. Almost like you don't actually want me gone. Cause you only say next week, that must mean you want me back after a week. You know, darling, if we're stuck here, we might as well make the best of it."

You opened your mouth to argue—because you absolutely wanted him gone, obviously, and you definitely didn't want to make the best of it—but before you could, he suddenly grabbed your wrist, his fingers brushing over the cuff.

Your breath hitched.

"What are you—?"

"You're red," he murmured, his voice softer now, more thoughtful. His thumb moved in slow, soothing circles over your skin where the cuff had rubbed it raw. "Should’ve said something, love."

You should’ve pulled away. Should’ve rolled your eyes, made a snide remark, something to ignore the way your stomach flipped at the casual intimacy of it.

But you just sat there, frozen, pulse thrumming just a little too fast.

You hated him. You really, really did.

Except when he did things like this.

"Careful, darling," he murmured, looking up at you through his lashes, a slow grin tugging at his lips. "You're starting to like me."

Your heart stuttered.

You scowled, yanking your wrist back. "I'd rather kiss a Dementor."

Lorenzo just laughed like he already knew the truth. You hated that.

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HOUR TWELVE

The spell broke just as you were heading to the dorms. With a soft pop, the cuffs vanished.

Lorenzo lifted his now-free wrist, wiggling his fingers as if testing his newfound independence. "Well, darling, it's been an honor."

You rolled your eyes. "Don't call me that."

"Don't miss me too much," he teased, taking a step back, his usual grin firmly in place.

You should've felt relieved. You should've been celebrating your newfound freedom. Instead, your wrist felt oddly cold without his touch.

"Goodnight, love," he added, shooting you one last smirk before turning on his heel and walking away.

You exhaled sharply, pressing your palm against your wrist where his fingers had been only moments ago.

Maybe—just maybe—you did like him.

A little.

Maybe.

©iamgonnagetyouback౨ৎ please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my work

[ruinix]

Quinn (part 2)

Hand. That's the HIGHLIGHT of this one. Like gosh, his hand looks so delicate. Then THAT BRUSHING HIS HAIR ONE, GOSH. I literally had to play it back five times before i move on. Coz sir, huggy, hello??? I am already mesmerized with your face and you gotta brush your luscious locks away?? I. Am. Done. 🥵🤧

(Postgame. Vancouver Canucks @ Washington Capitals, Jan 8, 2025) (Part 1; Part 3)

[iheartmira]

"deserved clinginess" - akito x reader

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the second akito stepped through the door, he was on you.

he barely had time to kick his shoes off before he collapsed onto the bed, arms immediately wrapping around you, his face burying itself into the crook of your neck. his body was still warm from the adrenaline of performing, his voice rough from hours of rapping and singing, but he didn’t seem to care.

"missed you," he mumbled against your skin, voice muffled but filled with unmistakable fondness.

you chuckled, threading your fingers through his messy orange hair. "you were only gone for a few days."

"exactly. too long." he tightened his hold on you as if you’d slip away the moment he let go. "it sucked not having you there."

it wasn’t often akito got this clingy, but tonight he was relentless. his arms stayed locked around your waist, his leg tangled with yours, and every time you shifted, he pulled you right back against him with a dramatic groan. his usual sharp-tongued self had melted into something softer, more affectionate, something he rarely let anyone else see.

"next time, you’re coming with me," he muttered. "or i’m not going."

you snorted. "you’d actually ditch a performance just because i’m not there?"

"i mean-" he huffed, looking up at you with those olive-green eyes, the hint of a pout forming on his lips. "okay, maybe not, but i’d be real damn miserable."

his phone buzzed against the sheets, and with a reluctant sigh, he reached for it, only to immediately turn the camera on you.

"akito-!"

"shh, let me be clingy," he said, already snapping a picture. he grinned at the result: your surprised face, his half-lidded, satisfied expression pressed against your shoulder. perfect.

"gotta brag a little," he added, quickly typing out a caption before posting it.

'you wish you had someone this great. too bad. they're mine.'

you rolled your eyes, but your heart swelled at reading it. "that’s so sappy. your followers are gonna tease you."

"let them. i don’t care." he tossed his phone aside and tightened his grip on you again, pressing a lazy kiss to your cheek. "i just wanna be here. with you."

and with that, akito settled in, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.

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