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[demadogs]

You know how people say Hawkins is cursed? They're not… way off.

Stranger Things season four (2022)

[rickybaby]

Ricciardo hopes RB finds a hole to explain tough British GP

“Hopefully there's a big hole in my car that I haven't see yet, and that's the reason why we're really slow,” admitted the 35-year-old. “My engineer asked me where, what am I missing? What do I need? And I felt like I was saying, like, the balance and stuff was actually okay, feel like we're just lacking load,” Ricciardo explained. “That's why, when I heard the laptimes of the others, I was quite confused because I did the lap, and the lap felt pretty clean – a few little things, but felt decent. “So probably my explanation [is] we're lacking a bit of load.

Did they drop a spanner in his gearbox in a hurry? Actually, scratch that - a spanner in his gearbox makes him go faster.

[dirtbagdefender]

🚬 BILLY HEADERS! (ft. the camaro + harringrove)

DOWNLOAD HERE. please like/reblog if you’re using — previews are under the cut — i recommend downloading the .zip instead of downloading the gif directly from tumblr, since tumblr resizes + reduces the quality. DO NOT REMOVE THE WATERMARKS + PLEASE remember to credit me! if you would like something specific, consider commissioning me!

[still-breathing-au-p3r]

[continued from here] [first post for October 18th]

Akihiko pulls a long, slow breath in and out through his nose. He feels both relaxed and energized, loose-limbed and pleasantly charged the way he does after a good warm up. His eyes have even drifted closed at some point.

So that’s what a second awakening is like, huh? He wouldn’t have guessed it would be so…comfortable. The brand new presence in the back of his head is unmistakably different from Polydeuces, but just as effortlessly familiar. Had it been the same way for Amada?

He opens his eyes to find Shinji staring at nothing in particular, his mouth slack with surprise. As Akihiko watches, his gaze refocuses but loses none of its astonishment as it snaps to meet Akihiko’s own.

“...Aki, what the hell was that?” 

For a moment, Akihiko isn’t certain what he’s talking about. The only thing he can think of is… “Wait,” he replies. “You saw it too?” Were second awakenings actually visible to everyone? Or maybe just to Persona users? And outside of the Dark Hour, too–

“I–” Shinji clutches loosely at the front of his hospital gown with his free hand. He drops his gaze again, his brow furrowed in concentration, eyes darting back and forth like he’s trying to examine the inside of his own heart. “Castor, he…”

Oh. Everything suddenly clicks into place. It hadn’t been Akihiko’s awakening Shinji had seen.

“Yeah.” Akihiko is taken by surprise when the word comes out as a breathless laugh. “Me too. Polydeuces isn’t there anymore. It’s Cincinnatus now.”

Shinji’s mouth twitches upwards and he snorts softly. Akihiko suffers a moment of intense confusion before he realizes: mister-history-buff probably recognizes the name. He wonders what it says about him that Shinji finds funny; he’ll have to remember to look it up when he gets the chance.

The amusement slides from Shinji’s expression, replaced with befuddled concentration. His fingers curl and uncurl in the fabric over his chest. His other hand– the one still clasped solidly with Akihiko’s– flexes too. It doesn’t seem like he even realizes he’s doing it.

“Hey,” Akihiko murmurs, concerned. He’d been so caught up in how easy his own re-awakening had been that he’d just assumed it had gone the same for Shinji, and he probably shouldn’t have. After all, Shinji’s first awakening to Castor hadn’t exactly been…a peaceful event. He leans in a little closer and gives Shinji’s hand a brief squeeze. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothin’s wrong, that just felt–” Shinji’s jaw works silently for a moment. “So damn weird. It’s not– It isn’t bad, but it’s–”

“It’s a lot.”

“Yeah, no shit.” Shinji runs a hand through his hair, a nervous habit he’s never been able to break even after he started wearing a hat nearly twenty-four-seven (his other hand still hasn’t let go of Akihiko’s, and the realization hits like a bolt of giddy adrenaline). “I ain’t a fan of not knowin’ why it happened either.” 

“It happened to Amada too,” Akihiko says. “When he told us about it, Mitsuru said that it was something there had been theories about for a while, but that they’d never actually seen happen before. The idea is that if a person changes enough, their Persona can change too. She called it a ‘second awakening’.”

“Huh…” Shinji laughs. Just once, and the sound is thin and utterly exhausted. “I guess they recognized the promise we made too,” he says, slanting a tired, crooked smile at Akihiko.

It’s hard to breathe suddenly, like the tide of warm gratitude and affection that floods his chest is taking up all the space usually reserved for his lungs. He swallows past the knot in his throat.

“Yeah, I– I-I think they did.” Akihiko’s voice rushes out in a thick, emotional whisper.

His grip on Shinji’s hand tightens and the movement tugs Akihiko another centimeter forward. It strikes him now, for the first time, that he’s been leaning in like this for a while now. 

It strikes him, as well, just how little distance there is between him and Shinji’s smiling mouth– near enough to feel the warmth radiating from his skin. 

It would take so little effort to close that gap entirely, wouldn’t it?

The thought makes his jaw ache and his breath skip in his chest.

…What thought would that be, exactly? 

What the hell is he thinking? 

What the hell is he doing–?!

He can’t just–

He can’t.

He’s still leaning in closer to Shinji as though drawn by gravity, but he wrenches his attention away from the stupid, catastrophic impulse that had almost overcome him.

Instead Akihiko presses his forehead to Shinji’s and closes his eyes.

It’s an old, familiar gesture between them, and the wave of comfort it brings is so intense that it even overpowers (most of) his mortification, leaving him feeling very close to serene. 

Shinji sighs, long and relaxed, just as soothed by the gesture as Akihiko is. Mercifully, he says nothing about what Akihiko had nearly done.

He’ll think about that narrowly averted disaster later.

[ghost-proofbaby]

HOUR 18 OF "TWENTY FOUR HOURS" WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW, 06/14 AT 6 PM EST.

i'm back, y'all! and worse than ever . i know this has taken forever due to my traveling, and thank you all for your patience and kindness ♡

to hold you over until tomorrow night/afternoon/whatever time of day it will be for all you lovelies, have a snippet below the cut.

Eddie’s eyes narrow in concentration at your phone as his thumbs fly across the screen, navigating the Spotify app with ease to find the Deftones song he specifically wants. He doesn’t do as you had and go to their artist page – he searches with purpose, in no mood to scroll through albums to find the song he’s looking for. 

“I still don’t understand how you can type so fast,” you mumble, watching with fascination that you try to tamper down with faux boredom, “Even I can’t type that fast, and I own the damn thing.” 

He doesn’t even glance up as he scrolls along the screen, finding the song and clicking on it, “I’m just good with my fingers.” 

There it goes. The air from your lungs, once again vacating the premises as he freezes beside you. 

It isn’t fair. An internal whine that nearly works itself up your throat and out your mouth, making you want to stomp your feet like a child. You hadn’t even recovered from the casual drop of baby yet. And now he’s going to just say that? 

“Oh, God, I-” he’s looking up finally, eyes wide and stuttering with embarrassment, “Fuck, I swear to God, I did not mean that as an innuendo.” 

You open your mouth. You close it. You repeat the process. You’re fucking speechless and it’s a little bit embarrassing. 

“I’m serious!” he persists when you don’t reply, and only stare at him in continued shock, “Seriously! I- Fuck, I was referring to with my job. At the autoshop. I’m- Fuck,” he cuts his explanation off, dragging a hand over his face and falling back into the couch, “Kill me. Kill me now, please – and be sure to make it quick and painless, pretty please.” 

You finally laugh. It’s a bit choked, a bit strangled, but it instantly has Eddie lowering his hand. 

“I think if we were going to kill each other, Munson, it would have happened hours ago,” you try to tease him, but something about the sentiment comes out far softer than you intended. Like it’s not a joke. Like, in your own odd way, you’re trying to whisper a truth to him – everything has changed for me now. 

“Probably,” he sighs, relaxing a bit and leaning back beside you as he looks to the phone once more and clicks on a song, “Proba-fucking-ly.”

[rabbiteclair]

I cannot physically express the fuckery I just had to deal with at work

so instead, let's metaphorically say that I am a mechanic instead, and somebody calls me up and complains that their car always says that they're speeding

so I spend hours trying to help them through this, trying to rule out basic stuff. Except their responses to a lot of my questions and instructions are kinda hard to parse, until finally, they start letting very strange things slip

like when I ask their speed, they say it's "six". when I ask what units that's in, they don't know what a 'unit' is

and after much questioning they're like "oh yeah haha my car didn't come with one of those 'speedometer' thingamajigs" like that's a completely normal thing to say, and it comes out that they are gauging the speed by leaning out the window and eyeballing the tires now and then

but also they aren't sure how the math works, so they approximate the tires as squares.

and to simplify the math more they drop a brick on the accelerator and try not to touch the brake too often

[f1gure-skater]

I post too much Tam cam stuff and it shows

[weedle-testaburger]

yk that blatantly transphobic post from earlier? I looked at the op's blog before I blocked them and there was some post with like two notes saying 'I'm living for the downfall of christianity'. imagine being so determined to thread the needle of being aggressively anti-religion while supporting all the bigotry religious conservatism perpetuates, I should probably be disgusted but I'm just fascinated

[blamemma]

are enchante hoarding daniel content again 🔪🔪🔪

[hungwy]

i avent eaten an egg roll in years i think.

[kresnikcest]

Yayayakan made a character sheet for the still nameless little sister OC! Don’t be fooled though, she may be sweet on the outside but she’s actually quite distant to most people.

Edit: wrong blog but I guess I’ll keep it 😂

[skitskatdacat63]

Monaco 2010[☆]

[lolliepops-rox]

HWS Australia / Jack Kirkland

VB Anthem - The Charts 6 Pack - Dune Rats Down Under - Men At Work Am I Ever Gonna See Your Face Again - Dune Rats Give Me A Home Among The Gum Trees - Frankie Davidson Sounds Of Then (This Is Australia) - GANGgajang Coal makes me cum - The Chaser Queensland - Evil Eddie In the Summertime - Thirsty Merc Aussie Jingle Bells - Bucko & Champs Six White Boomers - Rolf Harris Beds Are Burning - Midnight Oil Dumb - Seth Sentry Nobody Likes A Bogan - Area-7 Thunderstuck - AC/DC

[noirandchocolate]

Is this funnier or less funny than when I was at the front of the “top Discworld blogs” a few years ago?

[jyou-no-sonoko19]

Chapters: 1/1 Words: 2,969 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mary Wardwell | Madam Satan | Lilith & Original Mary Wardwell Additional Tags: AfMverse, Seasons of Lilith adjacent, Slice of Life

This is a piece I've wanted to write for a long time, and most especially I've wanted to share the commission I got from Parallaks Art while obsessing over it! The fic contains reference to events on the horizon in Seasons of Lilith.

[scarletspider2the2ndpower]

Chasm: Curse of Kaine (Vol. 1/2024), #4.

Writer: Steve Foxe; Penciler and Inker: Andrea Broccardo; Colorist: Brian Reber; Letterer: Joe Caramagna