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#intricate mating rituals
valyrfia · 7 months
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one second charles and max are calm and just testing out different set ups and pace and then the second they see one another on track it’s like sleeper agent activation they’re suddenly throwing all thoughts of careful testing to the wind because that’s your rival in the car next to you therefore you just HAVE to race him you have no other choice really
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chanrizard · 6 months
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breadandblankets · 8 months
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duke gets a text from izzy in class one day and its just this:
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He stuffs a fist in his mouth to not laugh out loud before texting izzy back that he hates her
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dilfkuza · 11 months
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HOWNTHE FUCK DID I FORGET THAT YOU JUST. GET A PAIR OF MAJIMA'S GLOVES. WHEN HITTING THE SS RANK?????
LIKE YEAH WEVE BEEN BEATING EACH OTHER'S FACES IN FOR COUNTLESS HOURS. YOU SHOVED A BOX OF NAILS IN MY MOUTH AND I STABBED YOU IN THE RIBS. ANYWAYS HERES MY GLOVES TO REMEMBER ME BY SEE YOU IN THE STREETS HANDSOME
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f1-stuff · 2 years
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C² '22 // Head Basket Challenge
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landgraabbed · 2 months
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he tried skipping the bill but failed :(
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putterphubase · 1 year
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i have been thinking about this for almost an entire week because jaewon was supposed to teach the freshman girls at first and i am having a hard time believing this is part of the standard curriculum
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gemshroud · 5 months
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Jarlaxle: Your life is so directionless and meaningless right now, Artemis. I know it hurts, but you need to dare to want more for yourself. I want that for you too, my friend. So much.
Entreri: Yeah... I've been thinking about what you've been saying... I think maybe... I might be ready...
Jarlaxle: Good. I am going to install you as a puppet king.
Entreri: ..................................................... why are you always like this
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daz4i · 1 year
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Soo which bungo would give the best head then?
chuuya. in my heart. i just know he put in the effort to perfect it
mark too. look at him. (he just has a lot of practice and experience)
unfortunately i gotta acknowledge dazai too. can't mention one slut without the other. he also practiced to perfect it btw. he made a bet with chuuya that he could give better head than him, as one does. bet you can't guess how they tested their skills
also fukuzawa. that's why fellow old men keep getting obsessed with him (sorry for putting that image in your head)
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ratatatastic · 2 months
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oh so the mikksyekky ritual...they bump shoulders on both sides...okay...we're really knocking ekky about huh...
do you know what its like rewatching a forsy clip and hearing ekky grunts in the background and sounds of (looks down at notes) smashing shoulders and going yeah its the mikksyekky ritual isnt it and being proven absolutely correct
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valyrfia · 7 months
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we were all so worried over winter break that lestappen would be more distant with each other but before we even get a race we got charles trying to get max's attention in a press conference, max accidentally following then quickly unfollowing a charles stan account on twitter, and an inchident mention. we're so back and i fear they're worse than they've ever been
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crow-talks-hockey · 7 months
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"both teams are trying to feel each other out" excuse me ??? 🤨🤨🤨
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THEY DRUGFED EACH OTHER
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alchemistc · 4 months
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Donato spots it first - Tommy's been fidgeting with the just-too-short sleeves of his shirt for the past ten minutes, fingers curling into the ends of the arms, thumb sliding along the hem like maybe he could make them long enough to fully cover his wrists just by thinking really hard about it. It's stretched tight across his shoulders, the neck hole feels too high, biting into his skin, and Tommy is absolutely certain it's been hemmed in at the fucking waist, because he can barely keep the damn thing tucked into his pants.
(The cost of having those fucking magnificent gazelle legs is apparently torso space.)
"You shrink your shirt in the wash again, Kinard?"
Tommy's been begging their vendor to switch to a jersey blend for years because 100% cotton undershirts are a goddamn bitch and a half to maintain.
Tommy thinks about ignoring the question entirely. They've been razzing him for weeks about the way every single smile line in his face has been putting in overtime lately.
And then she gets a closer look at it. The merch is usually the same cross-department, but every once in a while some probie will get stuck with the task of ordering a few extras to have as backups around the station and they'll go a little too hard on customization. Like, for example, the one he'd picked off the top of his clean laundry basket without looking in his rush out the door this morning.
Lucy's eyes narrow. She reaches forward, pinches the 118 emblem blazing across the breadth of his shoulder, takes in the color and sturdiness of a shirt he definitely can't play off as being old enough to have been from his own time at the One Eighteen.
Donato grimaces so mockingly Tommy nearly warns her that her face'll get stuck like that. "Christ, Kinard, how fucking domestic are you two?"
(Three days off together after a week of getting by with random texts, their schedules nearly opposite, and when Evan had stared at his overnight bag on day two and realized he didn't have any spare undershirts he'd pouted up a storm about the fact that if he had to go back to his place it didn't make a lick of sense to turn right back around to Tommy's, so Tommy had just thrown Evan's dirty undershirt in with the rest of his own laundry. And then prompted Evan to throw all his other stuff in the wash too. Halfway across the city, Evan is definitely rolling too-long sleeves over his palm with the tips of his fingers and Tommy does not have time to think about how much he likes the idea of that )
"He doesn't even know my how I take my coffee," Tommy snipes, like that avoids the question, and across the locker room Johnson slams his locker shut with a snort.
"Because you've been using his increasingly more desperate attempts to figure it out as some weird intricate mating ritual for three months now."
"It's about --."
"--the journey, not the destination," they both interrupt, eyes rolling, and Tommy doesn't bother to try to hide the grin in his face.
"He just wants to get it right so bad."
Donato's face is unimpressed. "Ugh. Can you please stop being so smitten right in front of me? I'm gonna throw up."
Tommy leans in for the kill. "Your wife ever buy you flowers, Johnson? Because I've been trying to decide how much thought went into the arrangement he brought me on Saturday, and I figure -." He dodges the palm Johnson extends towards his face with a bark of bright laughter.
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Evan 2:15 PM
Boyfriend privileges are a SCAM
Evan 2:15 PM
Why is YOUR NAME on the back of this shirt? There's no way that's standard
Evan 2:16 PM
Chimney's being homophobic
Evan 2:19 PM
Nvm Gerrard saw it and now I'm just sad he didn't actually have a heart attack about it
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s0fter-sin · 4 months
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mermay idea
mers keep their faces covered as a way to indicate social status and familiarity. warriors have intricate masks, handcrafted when they win their first battle and the more detailed a mask is, the more accomplished the wearer is. they're rarely shed and are only taken off for their closest kin and mates
warrior bull shark mer!soap seeing human!ghost, seeing his skull mask and immediately knowing he's a high ranking warrior; one to be feared going off the numerous scars covering his body
an ideal and worthy mate, so long as he can prove his prowess
so he follows him as he's deployed on a mission near the ocean and is smitten when he sees how ruthless and capable he is; bathing himself in his enemies blood. he keeps his distance, not wanting to tempt fate but ghost spies the tip of his fin cutting through the water
and he's nothing if not an opportunist; kicking the bodies off the pier to the waiting jaws below
but soap? all he sees is the first step in a courting ritual
and he has to come up with something truly brilliant to match such a glorious offering
on ghost's part, it's been difficult getting people to understand the depths of his dependence on his mask. price thinks it's something to overcome, gaz and other soldiers just think it's an accessory to help with intimidation
the few partners he's tried to have thought he was someone to "fix"; nothing more than an object, a notch on their belt to prove how "good" of a partner they were to put in so much work to make him better. it always leaves him feeling violated, more so than if they'd just taken his mask off outright. one night stands were hardly worth it either; scratching a physical itch but falling so short of the intimacy and connection he craves that he feels worse off than he'd started
when he finally meets the mer that's been hunting him across the country, sees the bright red mask so artfully hewn and attached to his face?
it's like looking at a reflection of himself
he might have finally found the understanding he's been searching for
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thearchercore · 21 days
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max doing a 24.7 a couple laps after he heard charles did a 24.6 oh this is all red bull need to doooo to wake him up!!!!
just charles and max and their intricate mating rituals
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