#i'm sure this is a fine hour to post this

[naanima]

I don't know what caused all of us concurrently to have so much Maxiel feels in the past 42 hours or so. But I caught the bug, but instead of working on the 5 Daniel Ricciardo fics I'm writing, my brain decided it wanted to spend an hour (it was like 40mins) to write this Max Pov fic. MAXIEL.

Max loving Daniel through the years. As a friend. Honest.

It is unbetad, I literally word vomited this out. Haven't been posted on Ao3 yet bcos I might add to it sometime later, or it might be added to a longer piece I'm working on.

Words: Around 700ish words.

Max knew he loved Daniel three months into joining Red Bull. It wasn't one single thing, it was an accumulation of soft words, loud laughs, and gentle touches when Max felt like the world was ending because he couldn't fucking race as well as he should have, when he was barely containing his rage at the car not fucking being good enough, and when he felt like they were wasting time doing promos and other useless things that wasn't racing. It was that and all the ways Daniel defended him against the media and anyone else who said anything bad about him, even when it was the truth.

So of course Max went from having a little crush on Daniel to loving Daniel. It was very hard not to love Daniel. And even years later Max still could not understand those that hated Daniel.

Loving Daniel only increased the sex dreams Max had of Daniel. It was fine, Max had a handle on it. Daniel was very beautiful and liked to flirt, and Max matched Daniel with a similar energy. He loved Daniel, and if Daniel was ever serious about any of it, Max would of course jumped the man. But they weren't like that, and women was just easier when Max was still a F1 driver. So he kept on flirting, kept on pushing the line, and laughed uncontrollably as Daniel stuttered and stumbled over Max's words and actions.

Max never lost at anything, he was not losing "gay chicken" to Daniel.

And bit by bit Max was figuring out that he had a physical and mental type when it came to people he found attractive - dark haired and olive skinned and a beautiful smile. He liked them driven, funny, and a sliver of mean streak. He added older to the list when he met Kelly.

Max loved Daniel, and he knew Daniel at the very least liked him a lot, and when Daniel left Red Bull he still spent time with him, still defended him, and still laughed at his jokes, Max knew that Daniel loved him too. They weren't best friends, but they were friends who knew each other than almost anyone else could understand them because of their careers.

They spent years like that, having each other's back, loving each other, spending time together. They had their ups and downs like any friendship, months where they didn't speak to each other because they were angry at each other. But Max always knew that the silence was temporary because he knew Daniel, he trusted their friendship, and Daniel has never failed him before.

Max watched Daniel's career rise and fall, went from a bright shining star to crashing into the dirt making a crater with Daniel in the centre of its wreckage. And Max couldn't do one fucking thing beside be there, beside spend time with Daniel off track, beside sending messages of support.

Daniel was a good person, an excellent driver, and someone Max loved. It was frustrating. Everyone else in life talked about Daniel with hints of barely hidden regret, as if somehow Daniel was lesser than he was, as if he wasn't beautiful and talented and fucking driven.

Marko and Christian stopped talking about what they would differently with Daniel in his presence, stopped hinting at how Daniel was a coward who didn't fight. His father stopped making snide remarks about Daniel never being a good driver, and Kelly, well, Kelly stopped looking at Daniel with sharp eyes as if weighing his worth against her's in Max's life.

Max wasn't sure he wanted the answer to that.

There were many times Max wanted to punch everyone in fucking throat for them trying to rip pieces out of Daniel. He held back because he had control now. He made sure he supported Daniel more.

It didn't click together until Daniel had hugged him on international television, clung to him like a koala that Daniel had made Max touch all those years ago, and Daniel was so thin, soft skin over lean muscles and bones, the last bit of fat burnt away by the past few years.

And oh. The world had turned slightly on its axle, and Max realised that he didn't just love Daniel.

Well. Of course he was in love with Daniel.

Daniel was simply lovely.

[originalaccountname]

Ok, so, the bsd mobile game (aka Mayoi) has some cosmetic costume series that dresses some character sprites in different outfits. One of them is for skk and sskk and is circus themed:

we could spend a lot of time unpacking these BUT

the first time I saw Chuuya's outfit, it was on a small promo banner on my phone that cropped him at the hips, just below the belt. Now, you may or may not have already gone through the same few intense seconds I went through back then, but in case you didn't, here's a breakdown of his actual outfit:

And here's the world I briefly lived in where the mobile game team went mad with power:

well. they did put Chuuya in a half-corset.

[horreurscopes]

thirty & flirty & thriving / shower drains HATE them

[ahollowgrave]

-- sometimes i want to say nothing and still be understood.

[icewindandboringhorror]

Some (late) holiday photos of the boye~!

[jichanxo]

how it started:

how it's going:

[hamaonoverdrive]

I hateeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the medical system

[bulletbilltime]

Have y'all ever felt brainrot crystallize? Like something has just etched itself into your soul and will never go away? Even though you were already super into this thing, it's that little shove over the edge that lets you know that no, this is never going to go away. Has that ever happened to y'all?

Because that's where I'm at with my Life is Strange brainrot right now. I didn't think it could get *worse* but here we are. I'm gonna be a crusty old fart hearing the Max & Chloe song and getting war flashbacks. This stupid series is etched into my very being now.

I wish I could give a coherent explanation for why this game has clicked with me so much. There's so much to unpack there. The painted artstyle that evokes the dreamy nature of a memory. The themes of nostalgia, capturing a past long gone, returning to something old and it still being as fresh as it was the day you left it. Things feeling as if you never left at all. Being able to salvage something beautiful out of the discarded memories. A friendship that weathered even the worst of decays. Finding out that the bond was as solid as titanium. Even finding out that it was more than just a friendship, and perhaps a part of you always knew.

(And that's just like... a fraction of the thousands of things that make this goddamn game glue to my brain)

Sure, Life is Strange is far from a perfect game. But the feeling I've been getting as I replay through this game, seeing characters again after nearly 2 years of only reading about them in fanfics, seeing the bond between Max and Chloe... it's genuinely been such a special experience, already far more memorable than even my first playthrough has been. I can tell there's a part of me that's already bracing to make replaying Life is Strange every October into a tradition. And it's one I'm already looking forward to setting into motion.

[bonestrouslingbones]

so with all the goings on i've been playing a metric fuck ton of sims lately and of course everybody i've made has been atbb-centered because i have to do it as cringe as possible but the thing i just realized is i have the main skeletons as like. mostly normal humans. because trying to make them all look like skeletons would turn out fucking ridiculous in this game and since they're the main ones i play i'd want them to look at least somewhat normal. but then when i make any other non-skeleton character i end up looking for more and more custom content to make them look more monstery

[trans-xianxian]

AKHDMCUKSNDM Hours after essentially giving up on getting an education job I got an email back for a position I applied to literally yesterday?? which would be an after school teacher at a private school in the richy rich part of town which is actually so so funny to me but well. it's a job

[strixcattus]

TODAY'S STPLAY GOT EATEN???

[shirogane-oushirou]

ren lap save me. ren lap. save me ren lap. that's my pillow, give it to me.

[polarfarina]

Made some easy meat tomato sauce for dinner and mmmmm even though the tomato part was pre-done it was still so so good and satisfying. Look

So filling. So delicious

[little-fan-stories]

Me: Yeah! Finally a break! First day on vacation, i'll just enjoy my trip and take some rest while being surrounded by nature

Also me: *aggressively type on my phone a fanfiction that i've been daydreaming about in the car about The Bad Guys, also aggressively do sketches of their human version*

[polygondotcomvideoproducer]

my life is naught but a cycle of *hopes that's nothing* *hopes that's nothing* *hopes that'll go away on its own* *hopes that's nothing* *hopes that nothing will come of that for a long time* *hopes that's n

[flyolai-brainrot]

i've been working on this beast atsushi drawing for hours and hours now and i'm......nowhere near done not even 1/4th and i'm

why do i do this to myself lmao