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[simpatry101]

i want fingers in my mouth.

correction.

i want his fingers in my mouth

[kazzattack]

“what’s the status on him?” “[full article of lore]”

[parksrway]

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[placeboelysium]

Lalala

[syndicatedsystem]

my cWilbur thinks ur cQuackity cute as hell @fenteii

[amphirrhvx]

WE ARE SO BACK!!!! ✨

without the text :)

[blazethecheeto]

sanders sides as the vanilla extract post

i coloured in the sillies. i dont know how to colour as you can tell but i thought it made it look a lot cleaner!!

[wheregoodthingsthrive]

I love a vain Walter.

I love a Walter obsessed with his own character and accomplishment. As a teen, it was to be perceived as an adult, as strong, capable, independent, and simply better. As a young adult, it was to be charming, effective, untouchable and a monolith of skill, it was to actively, always be better. This is where the panic of becoming asinine started. As an adult, it was perfection, never second best, go above and beyond, be posh, precise, poised, it was to never be anything but the best.

I love a Walter obsessed with his looks. Clothing pressed, never spotted with a wrinkle, impeccable posture, never stumbling. Even covered in blood or suffering an injury— there is no room for error. Loose long hair isn’t the problem here, it’s being unkept. Being perceived as beastly or anything less than something, anything akin to the vermin he kills or the unpredictable nature of Alucard. He’s better than that.

I love a Walter obsessed with coming across as normal. Sure, he has his moments where his adeptness at brutality shines through but he does it with class. He has his fun but he can always rein it in. He isn’t needlessly messy like Alucard. He isn’t troublesome like Arthur. He isn’t as careless as the average soldier. All of his missions are for a purpose, all of his kills are precise, he is not tethered to failure or irritability or barbarism. He isn’t Alucard. He’s better.

I love a Walter who never appears vain. He is the first to demean himself, the first to take a step back, the first to simply be the butler. He is grateful for his education, his skills, his position. He never turns down a helpful, gracious hand and if he does, it’s for their good. Not his. He doesn’t need their help, he’s too proud deep down. Even in age, he doesn’t need help.

I love a Walter who is vain and covers it up with humility.

[hearts4caimsey]

Happy birthday to you, aimsey tv 🫶 are you feeling 22?

K chinge su madre el cumpleañeroo 🗣️🗣️🔥‼️‼️‼️‼️/ref/pos

(Maybe I’ll actually render it.. MAYBE)

[chrollogy]

happy birthday to my scorpio king ♡

[reegis]

ur art is literally like the best thing ever i am actually obsessed. thank you for keeling the mechs fans alive in these trying times

just doing my part 🫡

[lost-in-fandoms]

Hello hello helloooo!

I'm sick, tired, done with working so many hours but I wanted to say I MISS YOU and I miss reading your fics because they're often the highlight of my days. I think about your AUs a lot while I'm working (my way of trying not to stress myself) ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Also, I hope Daniel and Max are cuddling together after a lot of kisses and a lot of slices of pizza and a lot of laughter, the two of them in bed tangled together while they talk about nothing and everything ❤️

SENDING YOU THE BIGGEST HUG EVER 🥰❤️ You're amazing ❤️❤️❤️

you are so sweet and kind and i love you so much!!!! 💕you are always so kind about my writing and I hope work gets easier so you can come back because i miss you too!!!

the way i had just opened and closed a blank post because I wanted to write but couldn't find the words when you sent this!!! And suddenly i wanted to write again!!

This is soft but maybe not quite as filled with laughter and food as you would have liked. I still hope you like it 💕

Max closes the door of the motorhome behind him with a sigh, rubbing his eyes and taking off his cap, abandoning it on the small couch and heading straight for the shower.

He is tired. The race wasn't that physically demanding, nothing out of the ordinary, despite being fairly warm, but he is mentally exhausted. He's tired of feeling like he's having to fight the car at every corner, tired of not being heard, tired of having to drag the team over the finish line week in and week out. It's not fair and it's not how it used to be, and now that he's seen how good things can be, it's harder to handle this newfound struggle.

He's roughly drying his hair with a towel when he hears the door opening and closing again, something heavy dropping on the floor, then steps coming towards the bathroom.

"Hey," Daniel says, smiling softly at him. He's already showered, either in his own motorhome or before the team debrief, and Max takes a moment to be irrationally sad about it. He knows it's silly, since he is out of the shower already, but any missed opportunity to be under the spray together has to be mourned a little.

"Hey," Max replies, closing his eyes as Daniel cups his cheek with one hand, dragging him into a kiss.

He doesn't open them again when Daniel takes the towel from him, doing a much gentler job of drying his hair, feeling himself finally starting to relax, shoulders dropping.

"You did well out there," Daniel murmurs, putting down the towel and tangling his fingers in his damp hair, letting Max lean forward until his forehead hits his shoulders.

Max huffs, shaking his head slightly. He doesn't disagree, not really, he knows he has driven to the best of his abilities, but it was not enough. It's never enough these days, no matter how hard he tries. It feels shitty to complain about it when Daniel has been fucked over again, though.

"You did too," he says instead, moving his head to be able to drag his lips on the exposed skin at the base of Daniel's neck into what barely would count as a kiss. "Very good on the tires."

He feels more than hears Daniel's chuckle, his arms wrapping around Max's still naked waist to drag him closer in a proper hug. It feels like the first real moment of respite in the whole day.

"Have you eaten yet?" Daniel asks after a while, loosening his hold but not letting Max go completely. Max stays where he is, not quite ready to move away, humming.

"Had what Rupert prepared, but I still have some electrolytes to go."

This time Daniel does pull back, meeting Max's eyes with a slight frown, but Max stops him before he can say something. He doesn't want to have this conversation again, not now.

"He's keeping my weight under the limit. It's fine."

He watches as Daniel's mouth twists, thinks about the pizzas Daniel has been eating this weekend while he's been on a strict chicken and broccoli diet, the resentment he feels about it a guilty stone in his stomach, but Daniel doesn't push it.

Max hopes it's because Daniel doesn't want to have the same argument again either, and not because Max looks as miserable as he feels.

Daniel's expression softens again, and he leans forward to press a kiss on Max's cheek. Embarrassingly, Max feels his throat close up, tears threatening to choke him.

He's not going to cry, he's not, but he is so tired.

Something must show on his face because Daniel tugs him closer again, a hand wrapped around the back of his neck and the other on the base of his spine, letting Max lean against him again.

"Drink and then bed?"

It's early still, barely 9 pm, and Max feels guilty about having Daniel take care of him like this, but he still finds himself nodding,

Later, when they're both under the covers, he drags Daniel over him, using him as his personal weighted blanket. They can't sleep like this, Daniel gets too restless and Max gets too hot, but it's comforting to bury his nose in Daniel's hair, Daniel's hand tracing patters along his side.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Daniel asks gently, his cheek moving against Max's chest.

Max hesitates. He knows that Daniel would accept either answer. He would be content with a no and he would listen to all of Max's complaints if he said yes, would agree with him that the team has been fucking up over and over, would probably tell Max he has every right to be upset.

But Max doesn't want to put all of that on Daniel, after what was already a shitty race. They can debrief and be angry together tomorrow, when they're both less sensitive about it all, after a good night of sleep.

"No, not yet," he answers, pressing a kiss against Daniel's head. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Daniel shakes his head, his answer more expected than Max's. Daniel almost never wants to talk about his own race right away, even when Max spends hours ranting about his, hands flying in the air.

"Want to watch something?" Daniel offers instead.

Daniel ends up picking some funny movie he's seen several times and Max never before, mouthing some of the lines against Max's shoulder as they sit on the bed together, both of them shaking with giggles.

At some point, Max's head ends up against Daniel's chest, his eyes heavy, as he struggles more and more to keep up with the plot. He knows Daniel usually would wake him up, hates when Max falls asleep during movies, but this time Daniel just cards his fingers through Max's hair, keeping him close.

"I'm proud of you," he whispers, words melting down Max's spine like warm water, loosening his muscles.

"You too," he manages to mumble back, barely audible, letting himself melt even further.

It's not perfect, can't be perfect when they're both struggling so hard with their cars, when they can't spend as much time together as they would like, when sometimes all Max wants is to drag the both of them away from it all. But it's close enough to perfect, falling asleep in Daniel's arms.

[heibon-hiroo]

Funny green guy we meet again

[odetolmanberg]

remember 'you're acting like schlatt right now!' and 'l'manberg's my unfinished symphony' and 'if i can't be the next schlatt, you can't be the next wilbur.'

[judesmoonbeauty]

Just looking at the differences of tone in Jude’s CG sneak peek….below the cut for those who don’t want spoilers:

Like in each CG there’s definitely moon light, but the difference in Jude’s tones are simply amazing.

You’ve got him on the bridge looking at you and his complexion is so cold…like the night, like space. He’s so distant emotionally like the length the moon is from the earth. He’s cut his heart off from everyone and everything.

Then you’ve got the CG (I’m guessing this may be a chapter 17/18 or BLE), and just look at the difference in his complexion. He’s warm and full of life, though he is covered in blood, he is smiling. He’s closed that distance. He is in the present, he’s accepted that love for Kate. I mean, yes he’s still pale naturally 😂 but much warmer than the first CG.

[peachyspaceslvt]

Aaron Taylor-Johnson as Tangerine

—BULLET TRAIN (2022) dir. David Leitch