#i forgot i can post stuff on here too

[navsstuff]

Was thinking about kyouhaba road trip w/ Watari:(

Meant to be a fic but I lost interest whoopsie daisy

Kyoutani's eyes flew open, his brow furrowing as he blinked rapidly, disoriented by the sudden disturbance

A muffled groan escaped his lips, the words indistinguishable as he struggled to regain his bearings

Rather than returning to his previous uncomfortable position, he shifted in his seat, his gaze sweeping the interior of the vehicle

Something to use as a pillow. Anything?

Spotting a discarded jacket crumpled on the floor, he reached down and retrieved it, carefully folding it into a makeshift pillow

With a sigh of relief, he nestled his head against the improvised cushion placed just on the headrest behind him

his features relaxing as he sought to reclaim the elusive comfort of sleep

Watari, glancing in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight

"Sorry 'bout that, Ken"

He grunts again. Guess nothing really changed since highschool

now propped against the pillow he looks to his side, hand reached out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from Yahaba's forehead, his touch feather-light and achingly tender

He's still sleeping, not bothered by sudden movements

Is this a romcom?

Captivated by the tender scene unfolding behind him, Watari glances once more in the mirror; looking as Kyoutani's hand lingers for a heartbeat longer, his thumb grazing Yahaba's temple in a gesture so intimate, it makes Watari's chest tighten.

Then, as quickly as it had begun, the moment passed, and Kyoutani withdrew his hand, settling back into his seat, his expression unreadable save for the faintest hint of a satisfied smile.

He closes his eyes and sleeps again

--

How wrong is it to make their road trip a little more romantic? For his own amusement, nothing more?

It wouldn't hurt anyone! Even better, they'd get comfortable being somewhat intimate in public

the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the scenario. It's a perfect opportunity to play dolls

Watari's stomach let out a rumble, drawing his attention to the meager selection of sandwiches resting on the passenger seat

Expression sour at the thought of eating those again. It was their breakfast option and it disappointed

Glancing in the rearview mirror, he noticed Yahaba and Kyoutani stirring, finally awake.

their expressions mirroring his own: dissatisfaction with the prospect of another bland meal consumed on the go

Clearing his throat, Watari spoke up, his voice tinged with a conspiratorial edge.

"How about we take a short break? Stretch our legs, find a decent place to eat-”, he looks as Yahaba stretches his arms, “-something more substantial than those"

Yahaba nudges Kyoutani, who's looking still asleep and completely lost, "I'm starving, and those look terrible"

Watari's eyes sparkled with mischief as he considered the evening's possibilities. While their budget wasn't exactly lavish they can afford a treat

Nodding decisively, he pulled off the highway, scanning the roadside for a promising dining option.

As Watari guided the car off the highway, Yahaba's keen eyes immediately picked up on the change in scenery.

Leaning forward, he peered curiously out the window

Beside him, Kyoutani remained slumped against the headrest, his features etched with exhaustion. Aggressively rubbing his eyes

"How the fuck do you manage to sleep anywhere?”

Yahaba's lips curled into an innocent smile, his expression radiating pure delight. "A gift" reaching out to give Kyoutani's knee a gentle squeeze. "Are you jealous?"

“I hate when you're so smug-”, moving his head to place himself better on the pillow, the zipper uncomfortable against his cheek “makes you look stupid”

“We both know that isn't true”

"shut up"

[biblically-accurate-dca]

substitute

[staracket]

somEBODY SEDATE ME

[heartorbit]

the star you've longed for

[prskena]

what a cutie! ⚔️💙🩷

[bumblingbabooshka]

I hate when Chakotay is watered down to be Janeway's yes man because their disagreements are actually very interesting. [A lot of rambling analysis of this debate in particular below]

Chakotay in Parallax is very interesting in that he has to navigate a lot of different dynamics. Balance a lot of plates while being watched keenly by everyone around him. Immediately preceding this scene we see him ask B'Elanna for her opinion on the bridge - both as a chance to show her knowledge in his bid to make her chief engineer (because she wouldn't get a chance to otherwise as Janeway has clearly indicated that at this point she views B'Elanna as a troublemaker who won't be considered for the position) and because he just thinks she's a better engineer than Carey and wants the best possible chance of them succeeding. Janeway sees this as unacceptable. Carey is the chief engineer and so he should be called and Chakotay NOT asking for his opinion is an insult to Carey, Janeway, and might make the crew doubt Chakotay (and by extension the Maquis') loyalty to the Starfleet crew.

At this point it seems that to Janeway integration ["They're not your people"] means the path of least resistance, specifically tailored towards the Starfleet crew. She wants Chakotay by her side to keep the Maquis crew calm but also seems unwilling to consider them for important positions aboard the ship. Though she says that the Maquis are not Chakotay's people, not his crew, she certainly doesn't seem to consider them hers [Compare this to later instances where she stresses 'our' crew, here she simply says they aren't Chakotay's: Whose crew are they? Are they crew at all?]. This less leaves the impression of "We need to be a cohesive team" and more "You're not in charge here." She essentially accuses Chakotay of playing favorites. In her mind Chakotay's actions are not conducive to integrating the crews which would (again, in her mind) mean the Maquis being docile and accepting, obedient and content - not making trouble for the Starfleet crew. Chakotay counters Janeway's accusation with one of his own: That he IS trying to integrate them into the crew but her not allowing the Maquis any opportunity to prove themselves or succeed, not showing any trust in any of them (except, implicitly at this point, him) is making things difficult. At this point the Maquis crew are ready to mutiny on his word at any time. He knows this for a fact. Aside from that looming threat (the threat being that tensions are high and if nothing changes and they remain high there might be a mutiny even without his word) - Chakotay knows these people and trusts them. Though Starfleet and Janeway think of the Maquis as a violent bunch of criminal terrorists, Chakotay and a good number of the Maquis joined because they believed in the cause they were fighting for. These are people Chakotay knows WILL fight fiercely for what they believe in and conversely, AGAINST what they perceive as injustice. Even if they're not in the majority - they're used to picking fights which seem impossible to win. At this point Janeway admits that she ISN'T making it easy for Chakotay to integrate the Maquis - specifically talking about practical concerns; how she doesn't feel she can let Maquis crew have roles of importance on the ship because they lack the ability to hold them. "They don't have the discipline, they don't have the training," - asserting that they just aren't prepared for any such roles and it doesn't have to do with them being Maquis specifically. Ostensibly, she's treating them as she might treat anyone unqualified for the job.

Chakotay maintains that some of them, like B'Elanna, have the ability to be trained - challenging her point by saying that IF they're trained there's no reason for any Maquis member NOT to be given a more prominent role on the ship. He isn't suggesting they just unqualified people important jobs. If the problem is that they aren't trained, let's train them. These people have the ability to succeed if you give them the tools they need and a fair chance, he insists. Janeway then switches gears and her argument becomes not "The Maquis are untrained so they can't be given those jobs" but "The Maquis crew are unworthy of those jobs when compared to Starfleet personnel" saying that it'll cause insult and upset among the Starfleet crew if any member of the Maquis were to be promoted above them. Again, her idea of integration is based more on Maquis subservience to the Starfleet crew than it is the two crews working together. (Not that I believe she looks at it that way, it's just where her 'path of least resistance' leads) - though she accuses Chakotay of being too focused on "his" crew, she is admitting here that she believes her real crew are the Starfleet officers aboard, not the Maquis. She also admits here that the system she wishes to maintain (and is asking Chakotay to enforce) is one where there will ostensibly never be any chance of a Maquis crew member being promoted because no Maquis crew member will ever be more qualified, more worthy, than a member of Starfleet. We can see how it'd be difficult for Chakotay to convince his crew to remain calm under these circumstances. There's also Tuvok's behavior toward him at the beginning of the episode where the Vulcan nearly goes over Chakotay's head and when he doesn't do so (as Chakotay reminds him that HE'S the superior officer, the First Officer in fact,) Tuvok acts as if him backing down (partially) and conceding (partially) to Chakotay's authority is a favor to Chakotay.

Tuvok in this conversation is downright insubordinate to Chakotay. Despite Chakotay being the first officer, he doesn't take what he says seriously, argues that his own opinion on what should be done should be followed rather than Chakotay's, lectures the first officer about his conduct, and then almost seems to threaten him with a report. In Starfleet's rigidly hierarchical rules, acting like this to a superior officer (ESPECIALLY the first officer) wouldn't be tolerated and Tuvok knows this perfectly well. He isn't a rebellious character and clearly in other episodes adheres to these Starfleet hierarchies and codes of conduct very strictly. He values them highly. But Chakotay, a Maquis, shouldn't be First Officer. Why should he be given respect for a title he didn't earn? [Affirming Janeway's argument about how Starfleet officers won't be eager to follow a Maquis senior officer] Even though Chakotay tells Tuvok off for it ["I don't have to explain myself to you"] he doesn't threaten to put Tuvok on report or explicitly mention his insubordination. It's unclear if this is Chakotay's personality or if he just doesn't feel he CAN do that. Tuvok is one of the three most senior officers aboard and very close to Janeway. Chakotay has to think of the optics of any situation at all times - we see seconds after this conversation that rumors have already started swirling around B'Elanna being relegated to quarters that've fanned the flames of mutiny. Though we know Tuvok has personal reasons for behaving the way he does toward Chakotay (which he later admits), I really don't think it'd be out of the ordinary for this to be how most Starfleet personnel would treat the Maquis if they weren't outright hostile: Like they're only pretend crewmen. To a lesser extent we even see this with Janeway: In the following staff meeting, she clearly doesn't consider B'Elanna a viable option when Chakotay brings her up and almost ignores the suggestion entirely.

It also, again, leaves Chakotay in an impossible position. If he doesn't protect and fight for the Maquis crew, they won't ever be considered a true part of the crew and dissatisfaction will likely spread among them. Dissatisfaction which the Starfleet crew will then use to further label the Maquis as insubordinate, uncontrollable, unfit. Not to mention that if he doesn't advocate for them, he might lose their trust. However, if he DOES try to help the Maquis crew advance the Starfleet crew will view this as 'favoritism' and will further distrust him, won't respect the people he puts forth as worthy. Janeway seems to be intent on not advocating for any of the Maquis crew and also seems unwilling to ask that the Starfleet crew grant leniency. She implies that the Maquis crew need to learn to get in line and keep quiet and it seems almost like [we must remember the optics] she has Chakotay as the only Maquis in a position of power to facilitate that. Chakotay recognizes and pushes against that, saying that he won't just be her token Maquis - there only so she can point to him and say "See? We don't discriminate against the Maquis here." effectively a tool used to shut down any arguments of unfair treatment and a tool to quell the Maquis if any talk of mutiny DOES arise. In this model, Janeway can just tell Chakotay to calm them down and they'll listen because they trust him. She also doesn't have to really listen to anything he says: A token First Officer has no authority; his words don't hold weight. [Chakotay isn't Maquis anymore, they aren't his crew anymore - ok. What is he then? What are they? Nothing, without respect.] This plan seems untenable, as much as Janeway frames it as sensible: "I can't make it easy, Commander. Surely you can understand that," and alternatives as impossible "How am I supposed to ask them to accept a Maquis as their superior officer just because circumstances have forced us together?" - in the long run, how would this be sustainable? In any power structure, you cannot expect a group of people you're unwilling to grant trust or agency to obediently follow you forever. This proposed form of 'integration' in which the Maquis are kept on the bottom rung and told intermittently to stay there quietly by the only one of them granted permission to stand at the top would never be sustainable - especially with a group like the Maquis who again, were founded on the belief that its members should fight against inequity and are already on the verge of mutiny.

I specifically find the statement "How am I supposed to ask them to accept a Maquis as their superior officer just because circumstances have forced us together?" to be interesting because personally I'd say that being forced together for the rest of almost everyone's natural life is a pretty good reason to ask people to adapt and Janeway does understand this but only applies it to the Maquis - the Maquis are the ones who have to adapt, not Starfleet. The only thing the Starfleet crew have to do is tolerate their presence on board.

At this point Janeway again claims that if Chakotay can show her a 'qualified' Maquis candidate she'll consider them. I believe this is true but we already know that Janeway's standards for qualification will likely not fit the vast majority of the Maquis and Chakotay ignores the claim in favor of putting forth B'Elanna again, firmly. Janeway predictably dismisses her as unqualified and Chakotay disagrees, arguing that he knows her. He's worked with her. He KNOWS that B'Elanna can excel at the job even if she doesn't meet Starfleet/Janeway's qualifications. He doesn't value those qualifications over what he's observed about her - just as he didn't value Carey's title over what he knew about the gap between his and B'Elanna's abilities. Then, Chakotay switches gears. He admits that Janeway's right - he does view the Maquis as his crew but that's because Janeway (almost self admittingly) doesn't and if he doesn't, who will they have? [What kind of captain, kind of man, would he be?] "You're going to have to give them more authority if you want their loyalty." "Theirs or yours, Commander?" Janeway frames Chakotay's words pointing out the flaws in this plan which I outlined earlier, as almost a threat (if she doesn't have Chakotay's loyalty it'll most definitely mean mutiny). Chakotay asserts that it wasn't a threat, he's only trying to help by telling her how the Maquis crew will react to what she's telling him. "I'm sorry you can't see that" - not an apology for what he said but that she isn't willing to budge, not willing to listen to him and acknowledge that she might be as biased towards her crew as he is towards his. Chakotay is trying his best to acclimate his crew but if Janeway isn't willing to do the same, to talk to her people as he's talking to his, then this will not end well and that isn't a threat. It's just the reality of the situation. He then asks permission to leave, showing he is willing to observe Starfleet protocol (just as when he asked permission to speak freely), and Janeway lets him go, exhaling at the intensity of their debate when alone in her ready room.

[lock-my-feelings-in-a-jar]

i think, since there's so much, i should make my queue more active throughout the day and tag the things i'll be re-queuing so i can just go through the list in my archive to restock it easier

also i might restock the same ones i had in the queue before that it posted already just to start it over again so i can tag everything in better order without confusing myself

but it won't restart anyway until may when the 516 posts in there are done posting

or sooner if i increase the queue output

[shikai-the-storyteller]

Me: I have a few FitPac ideas but I don't think I've written that much.

The document:

[anotherpapercut]

favorite thing ever is when people make their little "tips for newcomers" posts and say smth like "likes have 0 purpose, they're only for bookmarking!! there is no algorithm on Tumblr!" because there literally IS an algorithm on Tumblr and even if there wasn't a like still gives the post a note and tells the op that someone liked their post....... generally the exact purpose of liking something online............

[bistaxx]

I try to keep things positive on here but todays kinda the exception- I use the tags ‘negative’ or ‘discourse’ on here if you guys want to blacklist those

Also Most of my grief is towards chatters/twt not towards the tumblr fanbase 👍

[dare-g]

Movies 101 - 200 that I've rented from the local video store

[firethatgrewsolow]

Dusty bookshops were my kryptonite, with their towers of tomes begging to tell me stories. Throw in some well worn Persian rugs, and I was about as close to heaven as I could get. This side of the ozone, anyway. I imagined traipsing down the aisles, running the tip of my finger along the endless spines, each one promising a heart-wrenching tale, breathtaking adventure, or deep dive into the finest patisseries in Paris. The backbone of society I'd determined, every vertebrae a newfound treasure. And I was held captive by the deliberation of which morsel I'd devour next. As it happened, said morsel devoured me, an unexpected, most delightful surprise. But I'm getting ahead of myself. First, introductions.

I'm nobody of note. In fact, if you saw me out at a cafe, and you just might have, your gaze would wash over me, maybe stopping for a beat, maybe not. Beauty evades me, but I’m not homely, either. Middle of the road, I'd say. I do the best with what I've got. Well, most of the time. I work at a flower shop in the mornings and a record shop in the evenings. I make enough to pay the bills but Iikely won't get rich, which is fine. I quite enjoy my life in its simplicity. I have a small apartment on a street that used to be fashionable and a cat named Peru. Not that I've been to Peru. It's just the first thing I thought of when I was bequeathed the beast by my ex as he was walking out the door. A parting gift, he'd said. The bastard. Truth be told, Peru wasn't actually the first thing I'd thought of, but those particular words would have been far from appropriate to name a cat. To be fair, she's not really a beast - she's very lovely, and I've even managed to quash most of the details of her origin. After all, it's not her fault. She was suckered just like me. But I digress. Back to the bookshop.

Arabella's Athenaeum. I never tired of chiding my friend for the lofty name. Doubly so because her name was actually Gwen. She was a dreamy type, always ensconced in flowing gauzy dresses, her long tousled waves falling across her shoulders and back with the perfect blend of Vogue and devil may care. I called it Harper's Blase. I'd say I was jealous (which I was), but her innate kindness and gracious nature seemed to remediate any bitterness one could have for someone so ... perfect. But nobody's really perfect, are they?

I tapped my pen on the little wooden desk beneath me. I’d been doodling designs for Gwen’s new letterhead in between grilling her about various things, including the name of the shop. I hadn’t noticed the damn thing was leaking all over my hand. Shit.

"I only named it that because it has a nice ring to it."

I smirked as she straightened the already tidy papers on the counter. Which was spotless, as always. I quelled the urge to drum my ink-stained fingers on it. "So you've said. But you've never told me who, exactly, Arabella is."

"Some mysteries are better left just that," Gwen replied with a wink.

I snickered. "It's bullshit. You made it up."

"I did not. It means something." She pursed her lips. "I just haven't quite figured it out yet."

"Right. An enigma, then." I rolled my eyes, fishing a tissue from my pocket. "Very mystical. Perhaps you'll reveal it on the third solstice before the second equinox after the-"

"Equinox."

The word rang out like a bullet, and I glanced at my friend, perplexed. She was as still as a statue, her brow creased. Christ, she could even make befuddlement look appealing. I began another ribbing but stopped short. "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Gwen blinked, clasping the pendant around her neck. "No, it's just that someone mentioned that today. Equinox."

I shrugged. "Well, I'm not really well versed in planetary or seasonal ... whatever."

She shook her head, twirling the amethyst between her fingers. "No, no, no, it's a bookshop. They were talking about a bookshop that's opening down the way." She cleared her throat, her gossamer gaze sharpening. "Apparently it's all very hush hush. Quite secretive."

Now I was intrigued. "What's the story? Who's opening it? Are you worried about the competition?" I scolded myself for the question. Gwen never worried about anything. Still, she did seem a bit ... distracted.

Before she could answer, a trio of tinkles filled the air, usually the harbinger of customers and kindred spirits. Or the more than occasional admirer, of which Gwen had a boundless supply. But not today. Today what stood before us was nothing of the sort. A cool gust shimmied across my ankles as the door swung shut behind him, silencing the silvery bells.

"Good evening."

The words were gentle and reedy, somewhat at odds with the halo of blue black that shrouded his face. I nearly didn’t hear them. Had he said anything at all? My gaze swept to Gwen, who was mute and motionless, save for the repetitive ministrations on the amethyst around her throat. The spell was broken as he quietly crept closer.

“May I speak to the proprietor?”

[can-of-confusion]

Got bored in the middle of biology and sketched smth I wouldn't on paper???? I swear there's some kind of possession that has to happen during that time...either way, I kinda cooked with my character quote 😼

[harrysfolklore]

max verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation

summary: max verstappen can’t help but talk about his girlfriend whenever he cans, fans make compilation videos about it

folkie radio: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAXIEEE, it's been a minute since the last time i did a compilation blurb and this felt like the perfect occasion to bring them back, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the best driver of his generation is known for his incredible driving skills and relentless pursuit of victory on the track.

However, behind the wheel, Max has another passion that rivals his love for racing: his girlfriend.

In every interview, press conference, and social media post, Max can't help but gush about her, seamlessly sharing stories of their life together into conversations about lap times and race strategies.

Fans quickly began doing compilation videos about all the times he mentioned his girlfriend publicly, and those gathered millions of views across social media platforms.

The most popular one was called "Max Verstappen being the perfect boyfriend: a compilation," and it began with a video of Max arriving to the paddock for media day, Red Bull's social media team filming him while he answered some rapid fire questions.

"Waffles or Pancakes? You know I used to love pancakes but I think I've had too many because my girlfriend is obsessed with making them," he said as he signed some stuff, "So I would go for Waffles at the moment, but if my girlfriend is watching this I'd say I take her pancakes every day."

The next clip was from a post qualifying interview, and of course, Max earned the pole position, the interviewer had asked him what was expecting for the race the following day.

"To win of course, that's what I'm here for," he said with so hesitation, "But I'm also looking forward to it because my girlfriend will be here, it's the first race she attends this season and I can't wait to see her in the crowd while I take on the podium."

The video moved to show Max with his teammate Sergio Perez, they were playing a game of Green Flag or Red Flag, they were asked about people who film themselves at the gym and Max immediately waved the red flag.

"I actually don't go to the gym anymore," Max added, "I get annoyed by everyone else so I just exercise at home."

"So no topless selfies, not even at home," the interviewer said.

"I don't need to impress anyone, I've got my girlfriend, so," Max shrugged.

The next clip was taken from Max's own Youtube channel, he was showing some of his preparation routine for a race, that included some neck training, checking statistics, quick meetings with his team and engineers among other things.

And of course, his girlfriend made an appearance, standing in a corner watching everything unfold. He approached her, race suit on and helmet in hand, kissed her lips gently as she caressed his arm.

"Be safe out there okay?" her voice could be faintly heard.

"Always schatje, I love you."

In the next segment, Max had just earned his second world championship and was doing a casual interview for a sports channel.

"Do you have your girlfriend now call you 'Two time world champion Max Verstappen' or just Max,"

"Definitely not the first one," Max laughed, "She'd never do that, she says she likes to keep me humble."

"Your girlfriend has a pet name for you?" the guy asked again.

"We call each other a bit different but I prefer not to say that on camera," Max laughed again, "I don't want the internet to make fun of me for being cheesy."

The next clip was from Max's streamings, he was too immersed in a game that he didn't hear his girlfriend come into the room, noticing her presence when she leaned into him.

Out of habit of keeping their privacy, he covered the camera but forgot to turn his mic off.

"Schatje I'm streaming," he said, unaware that everyone could hear him.

"Oh I'm sorry, I was going to ask if you could feed the cats but I'll do it myself," his girlfriend spoke.

"No I'll do it, just let me get off the stream,"

"Baby, there's no need," she insisted.

"I was missing you anyways, just give me a minute."

His audience couldn't see anything but they clearly heard how Max kissed his girlfriend's lips, turning his attention back to the screen, he realized that he was broadcasting their conversation to everyone.

His viewers went wild in the chat, spamming heart emojis and comments about how sweet the couple was. Max ended the stream with a laugh, addressing his fans. "Alright, you heard the boss. I gotta go feed the cats. See you all next time."

On the same note, another clip from a video for RedBull with Checo was included, they had been asked to show the most recent picture in their phones.

"Oh it's from this morning, my girlfriend with the kids," Max said, showing the picture to the camera.

"The kids?" Checo asked with a laugh.

"The cats are our kids," Max shrugged, "Jimmy and Sassy Verstappen."

A particularly touching moment was from a press conference after a difficult race. Max had finished fifth, a rare position for him given his usual dominance. When asked how he dealt with setbacks, he gave a candid response.

"It can be tough, but my girlfriend always knows how to lift my spirits. She's my biggest supporter and always finds the right words to say. Just being with her makes everything better, no matter how bad the race went."

During a clip of Max giving a tour of the Red Bull factory, he stopped at a wall covered in race-winning memorabilia. Among the trophies and champagne bottles, there was a small, framed photograph.

"This is special to me," Max pointed it out, "It's from my first win with Red Bull. But look closer..."

The camera zoomed in to show a young woman in the background of the photo, cheering in the pit lane.

"That's my girlfriend," Max said softly. "She was there for my first win, and she's been there for every one since - even if she can't always be at the track. The team knew how much that meant to me, so they made sure she was in this photo when they framed it."

In the next segment, Max was asked about his favorite off-track activity.

"I love cooking," Max grinned, "Well, more like watching my girlfriend cook. She's amazing in the kitchen, and I'm just there to taste-test everything."

The compilation included a moment during a press conference, Max addressed a question about his girlfriend facing criticism online. The question arose after she received negative comments following a public appearance with him.

"Look, it's tough sometimes," Max began, his expression turning serious. "She didn't choose this life, but she supports me through everything. It's not fair for her to get hate just because of who she's dating. If you have a problem with me that's fine but don't go after my family or my girlfriend because that is just unacceptable."

The final clip that wrapped the video us was from the FIA Prize Giving ceremony, Max received his trophy for winning the 2023 championship.

In his acceptance speech, he thanked his team, his family, and, of course, his girlfriend.

"Winning races and championships is amazing, but having someone by your side who believes in you and supports you unconditionally is truly special. To my girlfriend, thank you for being my rock and my biggest cheerleader. I love you."

The screen faded to black, showing a text that read: Max Verstappen, three time world champion and the perfect boyfriend.

[matd0]

HELLO HELOO i am. alive. ermm. ok so long story short i am very very tired and unable to do like. anything. :P oof.

here's a toby drawing i completely forgot??? that i did??? like months ago??? found it in my files while looking for any drawings I've actually finished recently and im pretty happy with it so I'm posting it here :''3

honestly i just haven't been happy with anything i've been drawing so only stuff i've done are studies because i want to improve but idk. i feel really self critical. yk how it is being an artist, never feeling happy with your skill level :p i'm working on it though, got pretty into traditional painting for a change? idk i'm trying new stuff to find inspiration. hopefully more art SOON (for sure this time) (idk if i can promise that)

okok health update:

been very very stressed out, basically. got bad again, getting better again?¿? got more help though, so i should be getting therapy maaaybe and help getting back into school, not sure, trying to make something work out. not looking at my phone has been helping

in other news; fall is awesome, love halloween !! birthday is coming up aswell, which is pretty cool 👍👍👍 been hanging out with friends again, which is very nice too. uuuhhhhh the silent hill 2 remake finally came out!!! and it's actually good!!! like really good!!! life has meaning again!!!!

TLDR: I am so very tired. but it will get better, for sure !! just need more time? maybe? in any case, i will be back to post more whenever i am able to. thank you for enjoying my art, it does mean the world to me.

[always-a-slut-4-ghouls]

Social security will be like: oh, you saved up 2,000$ over your limit in case your insurance doesn’t cover your dental surgery? Spend it right now or we will personally kill you on sight