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[leclercari]

Charles Leclerc during the Run for Anthoine - Belgian GP, July 25 2024

[biggamebryanrust]

handsomest man alive oilers @ pens | 1.9.25

[hunterrrs]

[tylerpitlicktruther]

does anyone else think that it couldn’t be more appropriate that Rusty was the one that coined the “little suzy homemaker” nickname for sid like???

of course he did, that’s literally his mother. 🩷

[leclerc-verstappen]

Bryan, you've been a good race engineer (so far).

[acid--jackpot]

Messy (emotionally and artistically) yuta page!!

[bandaidfingers]

Bryan Fury sketchbook doodle page featuring one (1) Lei Wulong (somebody’s gotta apprehend the big creep!)

process pics under cut

[fishwikipedia]

bcc the one currently kinda stagnant wrestling stable that i’m fully ok with remaining together indefinitely bc despite them not really being involved w anything important at the moment i like them being together on principle

[alienxperiment]

ive been playing the sims 3 😮‍💨

[tyrianluda]

I grew up hearing a lot of rock music and this one radio station always plays RHCP and oh mY GOSH I AM SO SICK OF THEM. Like there are so many other 90s/2000s bands to pick from yet every time I'm in the car and check that station, without fail they play RHCP. Doesn't matter if it's a ten minute drive or hour long trip. They always play their music. It sucks.

Yeah most radio stations choose like 5 maybe 7 bands and stick with them until the end of time.

[commander----shepard]

[biggamebryanrust]

tongue in cheek sens @ pens | 3.20.23

[tylerpitlicktruther]

been sick all day and made this collage of the nhl’s greatest mother-daughter duo to fix myself💛

[machabre]

What’s the furynov morning routine like on the days they spend together?

It makes sense for Sergei to be up first doesn't it?

but I sort of see it being Bryan most of the time. He leaves Sergei to sleep for a full 8 hours, the man needs it. And besides, a thorough scanning look at Sergei while in the tranquility of deep sleep is a treat in and of itself for Bryan. Like I said he delights in the organic delicateness of Sergei specifically and admittedly loves to feel his slowed down breathing and heart rate next to him for a while, so sometimes he'll just lay there

Bryan still likes to take a shower and has a few tasks a cyborg needs to do (if nothing else, he's just a little particular about his hair looking like that.) which he does quietly.

Then he tries to make breakfast for Sergei on most days they're together. Sometimes they'll go out. (But if anything, it's to get him to stay, and Fury's way of reminding him that he is there if he needs anything after that, because he can't bring himself to actually say it, lmao.) Drag usually wakes somewhere around that time. I think a quick morning routine is ingrained in Dragunov, being a soldier- so even if there's no mission or briefing or battle to show up for, his bathing, light workout, and grooming are all streamlined and methodical. He's presentable and ready quickly (though Dragunov is also particular about the way he looks too, and grateful that Bryan is NOT sharing the mirror and dishing up snark about his eyebrows)

Still, Bryan will almost always be waiting at the table, breakfast almost done. He's no Gordon Ramsay, but he's more skilled at cooking than he lets on (He was very human once and needed to eat too). Having taken a burden off Sergei's shoulders, and with the pleased way he's looking at him, the war cyborg might just be tolerable, he might even love him a little today. (even though his filthy boots are resting on the table or in the chair he's just about to use, goddamn you Bryan).

Fury almost always hops up in a manner that's like "you're finally ready?" often with some quip about organics requiring so much work (so he took some of it off his hands) or how long Sergei slept, gives him a kiss, or at least a little form of physical affection before serving him breakfast and yeah, Bryan does still mooch some off the plate, for analysis.

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Sometimes they do wake up at the same time, and if they're both in a good mood, neither are above morning sex or showering together. Not something they want to try if either wakes up touchy or grumpy though, the two can be fucking volatile and ruin the rest of a rare kind of day. So maybe it's a good thing Bryan has no circadian rhythm.

(at this point why don't I just write fanfics lmao. I'm awful with plot so you people get this rambling stuff)

[icanbeyuoronewingedangle]

bryan EXCLUSIVELY landed on his god damn head jesus

[rafesangelita]

♡ everyone is lucky farmer’s!daughter!reader is in a jail cell when she finds out her favorite sheriff isn’t around because he’s on a date with another woman..

warnings: mentions of being groped in public, just a little bit of southern dialect, small town gossip, mentions of jj x reader, lots of comebacks and insults, jealousy, implied age gap, reader stays the night in jail, hitting, very slight physical altercation, reassurance, comfort (?), little bit of kissing, suggestive ending

a/n: read more of sheriff!rafe and farmer’s!daughter!reader here <3 i would say this particular situation takes place in the beginning stages of their complicated relationship lol. read how sheriff!rafe’s date went here!

wc: 1.5k

“what did she do this time?” sheriff thornton looked up from his desk, an amused smile playing on his lips as you glared at him from under your lashes. “she threw drinks over at keith’s son, ‘said he groped her and all hell broke loose.” your wrists ached as the metal of the handcuffs dug into your skin, your boots scuffing the concrete flooring before the sheriff behind you plopped you down in a chair. “she gave me a hard time and resisted arrest, so now she’s here.” you scoffed at his words, a bitter laugh emitting from your throat. “i gave you a hard time because you tried to apprehend me before the asshole that started it!”

both of them ignored you, leaving you to sit uncomfortably in the main office while bryan, the newest rookie in the department, got your paperwork together. “uhm— do you have anyone you could call? it looks like you’re going to stay the night in here..” he looked almost scared as he broke the news to you, his eyes blinking rapidly as you shot daggers at him from where you sat. “are you pulling my leg?” you narrowed your gaze, “there’s no way in hell i’m spending the night here.” you shook your head, hopping onto your feet. just then, topper came in and sat you back down.

“i’m already in the shit house with rafe for manhandling you last time, don’t make me do it again.” speaking of rafe.. “you’re not scaring anybody, topper.” you used his first name against him, catching him off guard. “where’s sheriff cameron, anyways? i’m sure he’d love to know that you haven’t fixed my skirt since i’ve gotten here. i think the new boy has already stolen a peek at my underwear.” bryan’s eyes widened at your words. “i haven’t, miss, i swear!” topper glanced over at him with irritation evident on his face. “she’s fuckin’ with you kid, jesus.”

dragging you up by your arm, topper lead you to the back where the holding cells were. “it’s a shame you’re wearing nearly nothing,” he shoved you inside, “it’s gets pretty cold in here.” you cursed under your breath when he finally uncuffed you, your fingers itching to punch him square in the mouth. he watched as you adjusted your denim mini skirt, his eyes trailing down your bare legs. “you’re a mystery, y’know.. ‘way too young to be acting up like this.” if you had a penny for every time someone brought up your age, you’d have enough money to leave this shitty town and never look back.

“and you’re just annoying.” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest before sitting at the edge of the cold steel bed. you should’ve been used to the discomfort by now, considering you’re here at least once a month, but you still couldn’t help but shiver at the harsh contact. “i need to talk to sheriff cameron. i shouldn’t even be here.” topper walked out of the cell, locking it shut behind him. “yeah, well he’s not on duty tonight. my pal finally scored himself a date.” he laughed. you felt your stomach twist at his words. not a damn thing was funny. “what did you say?” your voice was barely above a whisper when you looked up at him and met his eyes.

“yeah,” he nodded, “me and the department decided we’d stitch him up with ms. belle, she teaches the children’s sunday school down at the church.” he winked. your leg was bouncing now, your chest heaving with anger as your eyes brimmed with tears. “who knows, maybe after tonight they’ll be the newlyweds of the town.” you looked down at your feet before topper could question anything, your nails digging crescents into the palm of your hand. once you heard the heavy metal door slam shut, you covered your mouth with your hand as tight as you could and screamed.

rafe was so scared of what people would think of you two, he never showed you affection in public, let alone take you out on a proper date, yet here he was; willingly taking someone else. no matter how many times you told him you didn’t care about what anyone thought, he insisted that it was for your own good that no one saw you running around with a man who was much older than you were. the people of this town were far too judgmental to just accept something like what you and rafe had. figuring it was pointless to use your one free phone call, you settled into the hard surface before curling up and shivering yourself to sleep.

“y/n..” it was the next morning, and you were far from letting go of the information you found out last night. “y/n, you’re free to go.” your eyes were open as rafe patted your back lightly, his touch only fueling you with pent up anger. turning around, you shoved his hand away, your eyes bloodshot from crying so much. “don’t touch me again,” you hissed, “not ever.” rafe sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as you got up on sore legs. “i had to stay here all because you were too busy with someone else!” you spat, shoving him again except this time in his chest.

“hey, you stop that!” he said through gritted teeth, shooting up to his feet before backing you up against the cement wall. “i hate you!” you whispered, attempting to get out of his grip. your efforts were deemed useless of course, your strength being nothing compared to his. “no you don’t.” he pinned your wrists down by your sides. he hated when you said shit like that, then again he knew you had every right to feel the way you did. nothing about your shared arrangement was fair, especially for you. “i went on that date for the sake of getting everyone off of my back, alright? it didn’t mean a thing.”

you laughed, avoiding his heated gaze. “well surely it meant something, because you agreed. you agreed and got ready and dressed nicely for her. you fixed your hair, you shaved, you put on your best smelling cologne and you picked her up. don’t you dare tell me it didn’t mean nothing when you put in that much effort.” rafe blinked, his nostrils flaring as he cupped your chin and forced you to look at him. “it didn’t mean a thing.” he repeated. you stared at him, reading his eyes as best as you could. “sure.” to say you were hurt would be an understatement.

“i mean it,” he started, “i did it for appearances. i’ve never been married, i don’t have any children. people talk around here, y/n, and just recently did i hear something about us both. people are catching onto your ‘get out of jail’ free card, and you could only imagine what their reasoning for that was.” he grimaced, recalling the disgusting words filtering the air of the diner where he drank his morning coffee. while the claims weren’t completely false, his said intentions couldn’t be more wrong. “rafe,” you glared at him, “i. don’t. care.” not wanting to rile you up any further, he let go of you before you could get the bright idea to knee him in his manhood.

“you know.. how do you think i feel when i have to see you around here kissing jj fuckin’ maybank, and i can’t do shit about it, huh? how do you think i feel when i see him have his hands all over you? you think i like that shit?” you rolled your eyes, about to step out of the open cell before he shut it closed. “why do you do that? why do you get joy out of pissing me off?” rafe caged you between his arms, his gun holster digging into your hip.

“first of all, i’m keeping up appearances just like you.” you stood up on your tippy toes, pecking his cheek before you placed your lips right next to his ear. “and secondly; you only act like you care about me when i’m all over someone else. it’s either that or i have to get into legal trouble just to get you to myself. so you try to imagine what that makes me feel like.” you pulled him close by the buckle of his belt, his large hands finding your hips as he towered over you. “do i really have to go to jail just to get a kiss?” rafe leaned down, his lips finally taking your own. he groaned at the taste of you, your cherry lipgloss still sticky with its sweetness.

you two stayed kissing like this until he grew rock solid in his pants, the buckle of his belt not being the only thing poking your tummy. “i don’t want you with any other women. i can’t take it.” rafe nodded, his bottom lip shining with your gloss. “you have my word, sweetheart. i’ll set aside time for us to be together, i promise.” his sheriff’s hat tipped to the side, revealing his buzzed scalp. “but if i see you with that maybank kid i’ll have to lock him up for good.” you smiled, your red nails raking down his buff arms. “yes, sir.” rafe cursed at the nickname as he glanced down at the digital watch on his wrist.

“i got about an hour to spare..” you hummed at his words, palming him through his pants.

“well what are we waiting for?”