#i’d be pissed

[ineedassistance28]

maybe it’s just because i’m a fan of max, but sometimes it annoys me how f1 fans get so happy when he doesn’t finish a race. i understand that it’s boring to see the same person win all the time, and personally there are drivers that i would absolutely love to see win a grand prix (lando, charles, lewis, etc.), but it just rubs me the wrong way to see fans make tiktoks about how the australian gp was beautiful just because max didn’t finish it, and that they hope stuff like this happens for the rest of the season, etc., joke or not.

i just don’t get why people hate max’s success so much when we’re literally witnessing history being made (especially last year’s season). max verstappen’s prime years are some of the most impressive in all of f1, and i feel like more people need to recognize that. it’s amazing that a driver can perform on such a high level and get the best possible performance out of a car so consistently.

i don’t want it to seem like i’m irritated because max didn’t win or something. i think it’s boring when max is out in front with a 20 second gap; i want to see him have proper fights with other drivers that push both of them to the limit. i want to watch someone beat max after battling with him the whole gp, rather than a driver beating/catching up to max because of mechanical issues. it made me so happy to see carlos win a race, knowing that ferrari dropped him for lewis and left him without a seat. it was amazing to see carlos prove that ferrari made a mistake and he’s worthy of a seat in the future, whether that’s next year or 2026. that being said, i would’ve enjoyed it a lot more if max had been able to challenge him.

max as a driver is ridiculously impressive, he has a great personality, and he deserves more support. fans shouldn’t be celebrating because he was knocked out of a race by mechanical issues.

[francisforever2014]

it’s so funny to me that oedipal is used as being synonymous with wanting to fuck your mom. he didn’t mean to do that shit!!!!!

[yellowpamonha]

it’s been like. forever since I stopped keeping up with marvel content, mostly bc I really liked captain america and hated his ending all the way— didn’t like Tony’s either but at least it made sense. back then, loki was one of my fav characters and I never got around watching it bc I was afraid disney would fuck up, and you know what? thankfully I didn’t, because I want FAMILY and PARTNERSHIP and if you’re not gonna give me romance, at least let the guy have moral support.

[meaningtotellyou]

imagine you’re onstage performing and then you have to pee

[mercgaydes]

the way charlotte posted a story of maks’s car on the TV …. bruh if that’s not enough motivation for charles to make that red garbage can work I don’t know what is

[mrsimqle]

Ik Kamala giggling ass is some where sweating rn

[dante-mightdie]

your dickhead boyfriend who knows simon is obsessed with you and instead of confronting him about it, he just decides to “lower your value” in front of him except simon is too far gone now

revealing his pet peeves about you, what you’re like to live with. he thinks telling simon about how your hair clogs the shower drain or how you you forgot to flush the toilet after you peed this morning will turn him off but he’s never been hornier in his life

all he’s doing is adding fuel to the already out of control fire. you’re the love of his life, nothing is off-limits to him now. he won’t play this game with your boyfriend, no one humiliates simon’s wife.

“strange.” is all simon says, taking a sip of his bourbon

“what’s strange?”

“nothin’ jus… can’ imagine wha’ it’s like bein’ a pussy tha’s afraid of piss an’ hair.”

[lilislegacy]

does anyone else forget that percy and annabeth (and all demigods) aren’t actually human? they’re part human, part deity. but not identified as either.

like… they have some human dna, they appear human and act human and feel human… but they are not human. just like they’re 50% god, but they are not gods. becasue even though the gods choose to appear as humans, they are composed of the same fundamental particles and forces that make up everything in the universe. they’re incorporeal energy. they’re these metaphysical transcendent entities that can shape-shift

and that is half of what a demigod is. percy and annabeth are not human beings. they’re some kind of hybrids. they’re humanoids. if percy and annabeth were to take DNA tests, the results would look something like this:

findings: what the fuck? error.

and i low key feel like they would have a good time using this fact to make ppl uncomfortable

like imagine percy and annabeth are out with both their families on a walk near the beach, and there’s this little mini cliff. percy and annabeth just casually jump down, but the rest of them are like “uh, guys, we can’t do that” to which percy and annabeth just respond “ugh, humans…🙄” knowing full well that for the rest of the day, all any of them will be able to think about is how the two of them are in fact, not human.

[guardedgala]

Devi’s obsession with Ben to the point of interfering with his current relationship

[newbie-woso]

Bit shitty to air Keira’s personal info

Aitana about the Keira Walsh transfer:

Translation:

Well, as of now, it's not official, so I would like to respect that. If she does end up leaving, then... what can I say about her?

She's a player who contributes a lot to us in midfield, with whom we've won two Champions Leagues, right? And I think that, on a personal level, she's a great person.

I know that right now she's not going through an easy time, so even though, if it happens, it will be a big loss for us, it will also be a key moment in the season. Because now comes the best part, where we have everything at stake, and we always give our best.

She's a great person and a great professional, and sometimes we also have to put ourselves in other people's shoes and see if they are struggling or if they just couldn't continue here. Maybe she wasn't feeling comfortable enough, right?

So, from my side, even in midfield, I think there's a moment where we don't win, and our rivals don't win either.

(when they face each other on the pitch, then she doesn't want her to win because now she is a rival.) I wasn’t sure how to translate it lol

[pigdemonart]

And the not super thrilling lost in translation conclusion… 🇮🇹 mamma mia! I listened to this video to get the vibes for Mario and Luigi‘s argument lmao

Read Part 2 here

Also!! The Smasha you on a rock line is from the mario heritage post itself. It never fails to make me sensibly chuckle. :]

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[thesapphicsoldier]

The fact that Mike and Will are being paired up in s5 and not Mike and El is already a huge indicator of who’s gonna be endgame. Like what do you mean the supposed main couple who’s done nothing but argue the past couple seasons aren’t gonna work together as a team for the final season??

[massivelyanerd]

Forever grieving the loss of giggling Suguru in the background of this scene in the anime. This is so much more telling of his personality as well as their bond/friendship.

His little blushing cheeks. His eyebrows obviously trying to restrain himself. His little crescent eyes. His hand stifling his laughter. What a cutie patootie. I did not get enough of silly Suguru in the anime.

[fyllophobia]

[cruel-hiraeth]

꒰ CARRIED AWAY ꒱ OKKOTSU YUUTA X READER

cw: mdni. piss kink. cunnilingus. slight dubcon. reader has a vagina but no gendered terms are used. wc: 680. a/n: i have no excuses.

It’s the blue velvet of evening—the last moments of dusky serenity before the world goes dark—when your boyfriend arrives at your shared apartment. He’s back from a mission, wearing the same outfit he was when he left (albeit now covered in sweat, grime, and blood).

Three days without you is three too many as far as Yuuta is concerned. He slips his shoes off and silently seeks you out: a homebound moth attracted to your brilliant flame. You’ve just stepped onto the cool bathroom tile when strong arms wind around your waist, lips hotly skating down the slope of your neck.

“Missed you,” he murmurs into your skin.

Gooseflesh tingles across your limbs as his molten breath seeps into your bones. Ten lithe fingers splay across your belly, quick to dip beneath the waistband of your pants and stroke your hips.

You reach backward to caress the jet hair at his nape with a chuckle. “Missed you more, Yuu. Do you mind if I use the bathroom first?”

Instead of answering, he spins you around and leans forward, forehead knocking against yours. His cobalt eyes are pools of fathomless ink. “Can’t,” he half-whines as he hastily tugs off your pants and underwear. “Think I’ll die if I don’t taste you now.” Desperation oozes from each syllable.

You believe him.

Dropping to his knees, Yuuta grips your soft thighs—blunt fingernails etching crescents into your flesh—and shoulders his lanky frame between your legs. He doesn’t have the patience to drag his nose through your pubic hair or chastely kiss your mons; he simply buries his face in your cunt with a groan, and proceeds to slurp fervently.

“Needed you,” he rasps. A strand of spider silk connecting his tongue to your hole snaps. You slouch against the wall to ground yourself, and he continues, “Thought about you every moment I was away.”

He tugs at your folds with a throaty hum before lapping up the expanse of your slit, finally settling where you need him most. You’re dizzy with desire as he sucks your clit between his wet lips. The eagerness with which he touches you is tinder to the fire kindling in your core, and you shudder as you feel the heady mixture of his spit and your slick trickling onto the floor.

But your legs tremble and you can’t focus because you have to relieve yourself. Now.

“Yuuta, I told you that I—please. Fucking move,” you hiss.

You yank his hair to get his attention, but he doesn’t budge. He proceeds to ease a finger inside you, stroking so deeply that your eyes cross; the added pressure puts an uncomfortable strain on your bladder, yet your pleasure mounts. Your fingernails dig into his scalp as a tear of exertion rolls down your cheek.

“Yuuta please. I—I’m,” you gasp, “I swear to God I’m going to fucking piss if you keep—”

He adds another digit, scissoring inside you as he moans around your clit. And you burst.

It happens so quickly that you can’t even attempt to hold it in. A steady stream of piss spurts out of you, directly onto Yuuta’s greedy tongue. He suctions his mouth to your cunt and guzzles everything you have to give him—like his life depends on it, like he hasn’t tasted water in days.

The continued stimulation pushes you over the edge; you climax with a pathetic warble.

When you regain your senses, you look down. Yuuta is beaming at you like you hung the stars in the sky. And he’s soaked: your fluids drip from his aquiline nose all the way down to his knees. The tent in his pants is unabashedly stained with his own cum. He smiles sheepishly, cheeks flushed, running a hand through his hair.

“Sorry. I got a little carried away.”

You snort, sliding down to the floor, sitting in the aftermath of one of the most intense orgasms of your life. “It was, uhm...nice,” you admit. “But I’m not cleaning this mess up. That’s on you.”

He grins, and presses a slippery kiss to your forehead. “On it.”

[idkwhatimdoingbutslay]

I just know you damn LGBTs love this shot 🤢