#i would love to hear your comments

[goldengirl-116]

Sometimes Max's and Charles' dynamic is wildly misinterpreted, because while most of the fans think that Max is probably more dominant due to his aggressive nature on track and his unforgettable Mad Max era, he's actually a softy with a huge heart that is too nice and cares about his friendships with other drivers even when they don't say nice things about him. Meanwhile, Charles is a menace, chaotic and adorable but also quite the troublemaker, being shit at other sports but always claiming, for the life of him, that he's the best. Charles is extremely competitive and wants to be the best at everything even when he's not (adorably so), and even though he speaks French and is widely loved by Italian men, he has quite the strong character, fiercely loyal and very protective of the people he loves.

And while Charles listens to the maxplaining because he can't deny that he lives for those debriefs, he will carefully listen to every word Max says to him and immediately clarify any points he disagrees with, insisting on his opinion until he can make Max see what he sees because he needs it. Charles is also aware that he's pretty and while he's humble, but not shy about it, he won't stop himself from batting his eyelashes at Max when he wants to get his attention because he knows Max can't resist him.

And Max really can't resist Charles when he's near him and probably goes home and thinks of things that he can say to Charles and get away with like if the Singaporean flag is actually Monaco's; and when his mind goes blank because Charles is too pretty and Max forgot the list of things he had prepared, he asks him about the weather and tells him about how he hurt his elbow.

Baby girl Max is probably Charles' favorite and while Max is a champion on track and probably turns Charles on when Max gets all aggressive with him while they're battling wheel to wheel, because yeah, Charles wants to win and Max is his biggest rival but also...he knows Max the most and he's secretly so proud of him when Max doesn't budge an inch and that's the most fun he has in races. As payback, though, Charlie likes to tease him, naming his dog after him and giving him lopsided winks because it gets Max all flustered and bothered.

There are moments, of course, when Max's feelings are too much to handle and calls out to him, "Charlie, I have space for you" because of course, he fucking does. They reminisce about the good old days, the inchident that they refuse to let anyone forget about, when the fire inside of them flamed so high that they almost burned themselves. However, Max will always talk about Charles' racing and use it to flirt with him because racing is his element and if there's one thing he's absolutely sure of, it's that Charles' driving is beautiful and if Max got into F1, then so would Charles.

Charles, on the other hand, knows how to sweet talk his way out of anything and works the crowd so well that when the fans boo his baby, he immediately quiets them down, because if you love Charles, then you have to love Max, it's a two for one kind of deal. And Charles Leclerc will always be the so-called Monaco prince and maybe this is why Max secretly moved there, where the color of the sea reminds him of deep green eyes.

Max...he's a three-time world champion and the only person that can really take him on is Charles; born only sixteen--yes, sixteen, no relation to the Ferrari boy's number--days apart to challenge each other into one of the greatest mechanical love stories of their generation, it was predestined and inevitable.

Off track, though, he's actually Charlie's baby girl, soft and sweet with clear ocean eyes and a sharp tongue that wraps around Charles' name like a prayer.

The point is, their dynamic is like this:

Charles is the dominant one, often playing Max the same way he plays the piano, focused and attuned to him; and Max likes to dive headfirst into Charles, because he's most alive when the sun shines through the rain.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

i wanna know more about svsss menopause

They synced their periods together too well. Now they are synced through their perimenopause years.

[ratatatastic]

"im excited to be here [in Finland]" is the understatement of the century matthew ill be real

Primetime Panthers | 11.6.24 (x)

[feroluce]

Randomly consumed today by the thought of henghill cuddles, but like from a specific point in their relationship, like after they've only recently started laying in the same bed together.

It's something that takes them a long time to work up to; they both have nightmares, and yeah, Dan Heng is a Vidyadhara and he can heal himself beyond anything Boothill could accidentally do to him, but still. Boothill is made of metal now. He's heavy. It wouldn't take much, just a single flailing limb to cause some damage. He still gets up after Dan Heng falls asleep, and sneaks down into the guest cabin in one of the other cars.

But he'll lay in bed with Dan Heng until then. At first Boothill would always try to situate a blanket between them, because well. Metal isn't exactly pleasant to cuddle. But more and more lately, he's noticed Dan Heng keeps worming his way around their soft barrier and just kind of...rubbing his hand along him? Open palm up the curve of his side, across the planes of his chest, into the star-shape at his solar plexus, down the plates of his abdomen, back to his side again. Fingertips tap soundlessly against metal, or press into dents and divots, or smooth over old scars in the steel.

"Ya don't hav'ta do that, ya know."

"Does it bother you?"

Dan Heng's hand has already stopped, settling somewhere on the futon, neutral ground. Boothill clarifies that no, it doesn't bother him. But he can't feel any of it. He only knows he's doing it because he can see the motion out of the corner of his eye. Dan Heng doesn't need to go through the extra effort to do things for him like he would someone with a normal human body.

And Dan Heng goes quiet, just long enough that Boothill gets curious and turns to look at him over his shoulder. He has the cute little furrow between his brows, like when he's thinking.

And then he opens that pretty mouth of his and says, "That's alright, I think I'm doing it for myself, anyway" and Boothill nearly wheezes because wow, Dan Heng is almost never quite that honest when it comes to himself fdklsajlkd

Boothill cackles in surprise and asks point blank what he means, because what could he be getting out of that? Given the implied permission, Dan Heng's hand starts it's usual route again. Side, chest, solar plexus, abdomen, side. Boothill can practically hear him chewing on his words.

"I like that you're warm," is what he finally says, and Boothill suddenly feels like a bullet has just grazed something vital. "All the processes you run increase your temperature," Dan Heng's hand fans out across a span of steel and he holds it there, like he's soaking up the heat. "And your metal is smooth, it feels pleasant to touch," his fingertips move in circles, slip into a divot perfectly sized, rub back and forth. Boothill silently wills one of his cooling fans threatening to open up to stay closed.

"I like how you feel under my hands. That's all." Headshot! No recovery possible.

"...Suit yerself, then," and Boothill quickly turns back over before Dan Heng can see it in his face, how close he just hit to his heart.

[esilher]

New stop in Klaine’s trip around the world: The Comic Con In San Diego for @ericdooley

[copias-juicebox]

damn i just took a closer look at copias new mask and i think he looks older(?) and definitely more evil. I think we are gonna get evil!copia era.

I mean look at his eyes and the eyebrows. And the black paint

And his paint is assymetrical too

[altschmerzes]

omgggg shipping is not arophobic in the LEAST but keep making us look like whiners with no real problems by continuing to complain about it I guess

yeah that's definitely what i said in any post ever man great job

average person who has made shipping their entire identity will see a post where someone says 'hey please don't say these specific types of things that are degrading and cruel about nonromantic relationships while enjoying your ships and maybe examine the thought processes and beliefs and prejudices that led to saying them' and be like 'oh so you're a whiner with no real problems who thinks shipping is arophobic?'

telling on yourself there bud

[purple-nightfall-writes]

what if we all went on reddit and talked about how we're so excited for whatever the hermits/lifers make and we trust their ability to make something super fun no matter what and also it's really fun to watch them hang out with their friends. and what if we were all really nice to them and stuff.

[moeblob]

I'm sorry for the OC brain rot on main....

(the lines are from a post about "tag yourself: awkward/unflirty Sims edition" and honestly? all my OCs are awkward/unflirty so ... yeah...)

[i-really-like-phrogs]

Protective wifey core

[teafangirl]

Assets and Angels

Winter Solider x Supernatural

Summary : Hydra has people in high and low places literary, so they managed to hear about the Angels falling from Heaven thanks to Metatron using the already fallen Angel known as Castiel, Angel of Thursday. To them, making an army of brainwashed Angels sounded like a good idea, but they knew nothing about Angels, most didn't think they were real. So of course they sent Soldat to catch this Castiel, they didn't care whether he died or not. They also didn't know how strong the ones surrounding Castiel were! I am changing the marvel timeline a bit here.

Or

What if Soldat was saved by Team Free Will, not Cap.

Warnings : mentions of torture, swearing, Cas being a badass, Soldat remembering, Marvel timeline gets changed and so does some of the story. May add more warnings later!

A/N: Strap in, this will be a doozy. I might do more chapters, who knows. (i am working on chapter two!) In this, there are some specific events from Supernatural you need to know. Castiel has his powers. This is really a mix of seasons, if you don't mind. Oh, and as for Bucky, this is set a long while before Caption America Winter Solider. I don't have an exact year this takes place, so just beer with me. Lastly, Crowley is alive in this one and is the king of hell him and Jack will come into the story later! Enjoy

PS: I don’t own marvel or supernatural, so rights go to their respective owners! the pictures are from the web! apologies for any spelling mistakes!

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Chapter one - 2011 February 22ed at 9:30 pm —- Mission report

They once said Hydra had eyes everywhere, however no one thought they looked into the supernatural, they had been contacted when Hitler had been reborn that was before the one known as Dean Winchester sent him back to his grave. They were more they curious, they had even lost one of the older assets to him and his brother. Some of their operatives had kept an eye on him, only for him to disappear, apparently to a place called Purgatory it was recorded he wasn't the only one who disappeared from their radar. They had also been keeping a louse eye on Castiel, who was apparently an Angel. As for Deans brother, there were rumors he had powers that he could use if he drank enough demon blood, it was all a little too hard to believe for some operatives, soon both the missing targets came back on their radar, and they turned to the frozen capsule at the back of the room.

The glass was foggy, you could make out the body that was inside, its metal arm was still at its side. It looked almost peaceful, someone pressed a button and the capsule opened, Cold blue eyes opened and gave death stares to the guards that were in the room along with the doctors. Its hair was a wet frozen black mess, the man looked like no one had fed him good in a long time. He probably didn't remember the last time he had a burger and fries. Nor did he know his real name, his legs took one robotic step out of the capsule he had been placed in for how long, he didn't know. He wore a straight jacket of sorts, it was tight, restricting his body, the mask on his face restricted his breathing and speech. His eyes bore a look of pain, and constant fear.

“Soldat”

One of the doctors called him, he looked at the man. His eyes bore a death stare which was telling of how much pain he was in. he didn't know why, he knew disobeying was futile, but he couldn't help himself from running at the doctor, grabbing his throat in his metal hand, a move that spoke of how much they had hurt him. Without hesitation, he squeezed the mans neck, but then he heard another man yell something at him.

“Longing”

He turned his gaze to the one that had just spoken, casting a death stare at them. But that didn't seem to stop them.

“Rusted, Seventeen,”

He felt something clouding his mind, he felt his grip on the doctor throat loseen, as he put his human hand to his head. The pain was excruciating and didn't stop. It felt like he was being pushed from the controls of his own body, his own mind too.

“Daybreak, Furnace, Nine,”

His knees buckled in pain, the pain got so much worse. It ran throughout his body, he felt like his legs were stone, he couldn't control them, then it was his torso. Tears flowed from under the mask, he was still human, they couldn't stop him from crying in pain.

“Homecoming, One,”

He tried to move his arms, but it was useless, it was hopeless, his mind had been shattered more times to many. He couldn't feel himself anymore, and as the last word was said.

“Fight Car”

Everything went break. His eyes went pure cold, like they could freeze a person in fear. The now asset was told to sand, and it did, its moves were emotionless, cold they could make anyone shiver. They said it was the Deadliest assassin, and he was, he had killed many under the brainwashing Hydra put him through. There was never an end to the pain for him, One of the generals who had walked into the room just as the asset was activated handed him a mission file. Soldat held the folder in his hands, it was light, thick.

“Project Angel and Winchester”

Soldat ran his hand overt the top of the file and opened it up. The first page had an image of a mugshot, the mugshot was of a dirty blonde haired green-eyed man, looked to be in his 20 or older. Below read the name

“Dean Winchester

Family: Mary and John Winchester, deceased. Brother Samuel Winchester. Alive.

Location ; Kansas specific location, a motel.”

Asset was told the motels location and that it was to find this Winchester and make him tell or bring this Angel name Castiel to asset, then to bring them both back to base. The asset didn't ask any questions, just got on his motorcycle and went. They thought he could do this on his own, so they didn't send men with him. The wind blew through his hair as The Winter Solider rode, soon arriving a few blocks from the motel. He noted the Impala that was parked out front and waited.

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The Winchester brothers had just finished a case and were winding down in their motel room. Sam was looking at his computer and Dean had the TV, after only a few minutes his sumech rumbled. He had eaten a few hours ago, but Dean was always the foodie of the duo, more so if he was eating pie. The model room the boys were staying in was nothing special, they planned to head back to the men of letters bunker in the morning.

“Hay Sammy, I am going to go get some food, want your usual rabbits food?”

Dean said as he walked towards the door, he was dressed in a black tea shirt with a red and black flannel. Sam was wearing a gray patterned button down shirt. Both boys sport blue jeans and combat shoes. San nods to his brother's question. He returns to his computer after Dean leaves the room. Only a few minutes later a loud crack can be heard from outside and Sam quickly stands and grabs his gun from his side.

“DEAN”

Sam getting frantic calls for his brother, ready to run outside and save him. However, the door opens and a sweaty looking Dean darts inside and locks the door. He looks pale, bleeding a little, breathing heavily Sam takes a step closer to him but after locking the door, and without saying anything, Dean runs to the beds and grabs the weapons they stashed under them in case something happens.

“Dean, what happened?”

Sam called again, as he watched his brother steady himself. Dean was about to speak when the door was ripped off its henges, revealing a figure he wore all back, it looked like he was wearing a straight jacket. His hair was black, shoulder height and clearly full of tangles. It looked like an assassin, or terminator, with its metal arm and the mask over its mouth and nose. Sam moved to where Dean was and threw salt at it hoping it was some Demon, but the salt did nothing, it also didn't look like any Angel.

“W…What do you want?”

Sam was able to spit out as it came closer it actually made him shiver, Dean was aiming a gun at it, but it didn't stop at the sight of the gun, it came closer, Sam watched Dean pull the trigger and fire an eray of bullets at it, but as soon as it held its metal arm up the bullets were blocked, and it came closer.

“What the Fuck. Is this thing some killing machine?

Sam looked at his brother, who was tumbling with the gun magazines, trying to pull out some silver bullets. Dean and Sam were backed up against a wall, and it was coming closer. Both their breaths hitched as they felt fear. That was until the figure finally spoke. A low, spine shivering voice came from behind the mask, a voice full of pain.

“Soon your brother will be dead, after extensive torture, interrogation, and your Angel will belong to Hydra!”

Sam could feel Dean tense, and he tensed himself, they knew nothing about this organization, but if they wanted his brother and Cas it was for something bad. Just as it came even closer, a gruff, serious voice sounded from behind it.

“I don't think so, assbutt, you'll be coming with us, sergeant!”

Soldat turned sound and the last thing he saw was a tan trench coat, then everything went white, and he felt sleepy as he fell to the floor unconscious.

Sam and Dean both let out a sigh of relief as Castiel stood there, in front of the assassin's unconscious body. Cas quickly came over to Dean and used his Angel magic to heal him, then he looked at Sam who nodded, indicating he was ok.

“Thanks for the save, Cas, so who is this guy?”

Cas looked at Dean as he spoke, then thought for a second.

“We should get back to the bunker, and put the assassin in the dungeon, my angel magic will wear off soon, we don't need him calling reinforcements.”

The boys nodded, they definitely didn’t need to deal with more of these assassins or whoever Hydra was. Cas helped pile the unconscious assassin into the trunk of the Impala. The Angel then slid into the back seat While Sam grabbed the rest of their stuff and slid into the passenger seat, he looked over at the driver's seat which had a broken window. Soon enough, Dean slid into that seat. Sam couldn't blame his brother for looking tense after the event that had just transpired. Dean said a few mumbled words to his car before turning the key and starting up the engine. Dean drove the car out of the parking lot.

“Cas make sure that Assassin doesn't pop out of the trunk while we are driving, and make sure we arnt being fallowed!”

Cas nodded to Deans request, Dean glanced over to the broken window, the memory of what happened when he was going to go get food still fresh in his head. He didn't even hear the assassin coming up to the window, the only thing he heard was the back door opening and closing.

A few moments earlier!

Dean had decided to go out to get him and Sam dinner, a burger for himself and rabbit food for Sam. Sam liked his salads, Dean didn't care much for them. Once he left the motel room, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, as if he felt someone watching him. He looked around for a moment but saw nothing, he decided he was probably imaging things and got in the Impala.

“Hay baby, you ready for a ride?”

He got no answer from the car, not that he expected one. He ran his hands over the sterling wheel, then took out his keys and took a moment to find the correct one. Once he did, he took a look in the review mirror and smiled. His smile broke however when he noticed two cold blue eyes staring back at him in the mirror from the backseat the eyes were cold, deadly, full of pain, and they were locked on him as if they were having a staring contest with his green eyes. He took a deep breath thinking maybe it was just Cas, but Case's blue eyes were not cold, they were warm, pleasant to look at. Plus, where was his signature “Hello Dean” he hadent announced himself which met these blue eyes were definitely not from his Angel Castiel. He then remembered he had heard the back door open and close, but he must've been too busy with baby to notice. Dean slowly reached for his gun, he kept his eyes on the review mirror, watching the back seat. Whoever this was, it was making him tremble, his gut told him to duck and get out of the car as soon as possible. Dean decided to listen to his gut, he slowly opened his car door he was somehow able to slide out of the car just as the person threw a punch with its metal arm instead of hitting him it hit the window and Dean scrambled away from the broken glass and ran to the motel to meet up with Sam.

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“Dean?”

Dean was brought back to the present by Cas who was sitting in the back seat. In the same spot that assassin was in. he reminded himself that it was just his Angel back there, not a cold eyed assassin. Sam looked over from where he was looking out the window and looked at Dean.

“Dean?”

His brother repeated the question Cas had already asked. He knew they could tell he was tense, and he could tell Sam was too.

‘I'm peachy”

He managed to say and smile at his brother and his Angel. Cas then put a firm hand on Deans shoulder as the car neared the bunker.

“If the assassin tries to hurt you or Sam again, I won't hesitate to kill it!”

Sam and Dean both smiled, but they knew they needed the assassin alive for now.

“However, I believe the sergeant won't be any harm to us”

Cas smiled and Dean gave him a confused look as he parked the car outside the bunker. It was a place that was ment to keep things and people hidden, so Hydra wouldn't be finding their Asset any time soon!

To be continued….. 🌹

[theprinceandthewitch]

[baejax-the-great]

Back on r/AO3 and I'm about to write a fucking etiquette book for how to comment

[lesbian-thesbian]

Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Les Misérables - All Media Types, Les Misérables - Victor Hugo, Les Misérables - Schönberg/Boublil Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Enjolras/Grantaire (Les Misérables) Characters: Enjolras (Les Misérables), Grantaire (Les Misérables) Additional Tags: Canon Era, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Established Relationship, Secret Relationship, Light Angst, Smitten Enjolras (Les Misérables), Pining Grantaire (Les Misérables), Grantaire Has Self-Esteem Issues (Les Misérables), Enjolras is Bad at Feelings (Les Misérables), Idiots in Love Summary:

Enjolras and Grantaire have been together now for six months, but the nature of their relationship still remains a secret. Grantaire is growing impatient and frustrated with the secrecy, but Enjolras is still wary of sharing the truth.

[igarbagecannoteven]

hi!! just read your cake at the craft store fic and thought I'd introduce myself on here :) you're a talented writer and seem like a lovely person!

oh my gosh thank you so much! that's so sweet of you 🥰i'm so glad you enjoyed my work! (and thank you so much for the lovely comment on ao3!) also love your handles on both ao3 and here, i'm a big fan of herons myself 😊