#let me know if you want to yap about it

[verstappentime]

anyway here’s more maxiel divorce verse for anyone who’s a bit sad about today’s race. <3 (part 1 here, part 2 here)

“Stay,” Max says, rushed, before Charles can get anything else out.

“Okay,” Daniel says. He tries to clear the lump in his throat. He’s been waiting for Max to say that word, but this is as close as he’ll get, probably. “Tilt your head forward for me.” Max does; Daniel gingerly presses the ice where his head meets his neck.

Max hisses, reaching up to grab Daniel’s forearm. It’s been so long since Max initiated touch with him; Daniel forces himself not to jolt.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.”

Max groans, gradually loosening his grip. “Can we do the bathtub thing?”

“The– Oh, yeah, sure. Charles, do you have a bath?”

“I feel like you are being the doctor and I am the nurse,” Charles says. He’s hovering closer than a second ago. “Yes, I do, is it for something weird?”

“It’s not for anything weird. Can you fill it up with hot water? As hot as it can get without burning.”

“Fine. But it’s for him.” It’s too dark for Daniel to see the look Charles is giving him. Just as well.

Daniel stays there, crouched beside Max, keeping the ice pressed to his neck. Max’s breaths are shallow, like he’s trying really hard not to wince, but he’s mostly failing. “The medicine is gonna help,” he says, just for something to say. In the dark, eyes closed, Max reaches around for his hand. Daniel links their fingers, squeezing hard. Max’s hand is clammy and he can’t get a good grip on Daniel, all weak and floppy. “Tell me what feels bad?”

Max turns his face into a couch cushion, making a tiny whining sound. “It’s– what do you say? The whole nine yards? I scared Charles with the throwing up.” He’s talking more, which is a good sign.

“It’s fine,” Daniel says. “He called me and I’m here now, so it’s fine.” He presses his thumb against where Max’s jaw meets his cheek. He’s so tense everywhere.

Charles comes back into the room. “The water’s in the bath. I’m saying again to not do anything weird.”

“We are going to do something so weird,” says Max. He groans as he swivels his legs around to stand up, pressing on his forehead. “Ah, fuck. Shit.” He grabs Daniel’s wrist, squeezing hard.

“Take it easy,” Daniel says, clearing his throat where it’s all thick. He hates this, he hates that Max hurts, that he’s still hurting, and he— he loves, sort of, that it’s him Max is reaching out for. It’s fucking twisted.

Max doesn’t ask to be helped, so Daniel doesn’t offer, just hovers as Max slowly pushes himself to stand up. But Max is unwieldy, swaying a little, and— and he grabs for Daniel again. Maybe it’s just because Daniel’s seen it all before, because he’s fed him and bathed him and sat with him in the middle of the night, but. He’s still being chosen. “Sorry,” Max says, like Daniel would ever want him to do anything else. “My eyes are not so good.”

“It’s fine. I have you.” I always will, I always fucking will.

Charles waves them through to his master bathroom. In the light, Daniel can see that Max’s left pupil is blown. He’s sweaty and he looks like shit, hair all messed up, but he’s Max, and he’s gorgeous. Daniel wants to hold him.

“Max, yell for me if he is doing anything weird to you,” Charles says, and ducks out of the room. Conceding.

“You could have told him we’re not getting naked.”

“I mean, I am taking my pants off,” Max says. “Can I hold on to you?”

Daniel nods slowly, feeling oddly like he should look away. He watches the ceiling as Max holds onto him for balance.

If Max notices him acting weird, he doesn’t say so. “You’ll get your pants wet,” he says instead.

Oh. Daniel glances to the door, where Charles is not. This isn’t what he expected when he woke up today, he thinks, as he’s stepping out of his jeans.

They sit on the edge of the tub, Daniel pressing the ice pack to Max’s neck. It’s an easy trick; get the circulation down into his lower body and away from his head.

“Charles could do this,” Daniel says, after a moment.

“I know,” Max says. He leans his head on Daniel’s shoulder, closing his eyes. He doesn’t say it, but Daniel knows it: I wanted you. “Do you have somewhere to be?”

“No.” Maybe he should have lied, or not answered so quickly.

“Good.” Max traces a circle on Daniel’s thigh, over the ship tattoo. “Charles thought I would be angry that you were coming. But I wasn’t.”

“No?”

“No. I was—relieved. I do not like being like that. And Charles is not good in emergencies.”

“You can always call me,” Daniel says. He pictures being at dinner with some girl, or a guy, and bolting because Max isn’t alright. He knows he would.

“I know,” Max says.

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[abyssal-ilk]

currently on the things to think about today: if you romance leliana as the warden and you play as either a woman amell or surana, cullen will ask after the warden to leliana when around the war table. a full ten years after dragon age origins, when his last interaction with the warden was wanting to kill all of the mages in the fereldan circle tower. you know, the tower that the warden was once a part of and grew up in.

which works fine if you think the relationship between the warden and cullen was cute! but. uh. feels extremely uncomfortable when you thought the relationship had the potential to be extremely dangerous toward the warden and wasn't cute at all.

[woobiedoovo]

Ford loves Stan’s tits. On the Stan O’ War he’ll ambush Stan from behind and slither his hands under Stan’s shirt, past his gorgeous stomach and up his ample chest. Stan could be doing anything. Fishing, cooking, on the phone with the kids, it doesn’t matter to Ford. He’ll grope and squeeze and flick at Stan’s dusky nipples till his twin is painfully hard in slacks. Then he’ll walk away like nothing happened, leaving Stan alone with a boner he now has to take care of by himself, cursing his twins name under his breath as he jacks off to the ghost sensation of Ford’s large hands playing with his breasts.

Anyways, that’s it, that’s the post.

[ladyinthebluebox]

wE wAnT cOmPaNiOnS tO bE mEaN aGaIn!!!!!!!!!!

my siblings in the maker, you can't handle Taash calling Emmrich a death mage couple times or [checks notes] ...asking Neve about her clothes [?????????????]

[spinostarz]

THE WELL AND THE LIGHTHOUSE PMV/ANIMATIC

very very jean valjean centric because i love him and he deserves the world <3 im not sure if pmv or animatic would apply better to this, but either way, i hope you enjoy it!

[blondeaxolotl]

me only now realizing at least half of the twst characters in my au/ver are canonically born out of eggs, o h hmy god, Malleus, octavinelle aren't the only egg babies now hoylshit

[stephofromcabin12]

I love making birthcharts for my characters it's so tea.

Like Castor and Pollux (I'm counting them as honorary oc's bc less than 2% of their characterisation came from Rick, the rest I added for LC) being born with enough time between them for the moon and Ascendant to shift (Castor born at 3:30AM Pollux was born 3:55AM) which means that their personalities are perfectly balanced between them. They have the same main traits but go in slightly different directions with their approaches and internal emotional processing.

Why does that matter to me? Because that balance works when they're together. They have perfect push and pull traits to get shit done with creativity but not devolving into absolute chaos.

But if you remove one from the equation, there's nothing to balance them out. Essentially they'll feel off kilter without the other. And we all know how this ends.

Hahah. Ow.

[puppppppppy]

i feel like. theres designing a character with certain themes and motifs in mind, and then theres making a gijinka for the water bottle on my nightstand

[stellewriites]

really fucking grinds my gears how my dad knows just how to make me feel fucking guilty for putting up boundaries and saying no

[ismyteadoneyet]

How fortunate am I to have so many Things to love and be excited about, to appreciate and look forward to?

Things I feel so strongly about that they stumble into my mind, univited, at random times of the day? Things that spill into my speech and vocabulary without me noticing? Things that impact my vision to the point where everywhere I look, everywhere I go, I see ghosts of them?

How lucky am I to have so many Things I love and cherish enough for them to reshape my very person, change my beliefs and make me grow? Things that make my own loved ones see the Things out in the wild, and go out of their way to make sure I see them too?

How wonderful is it that I have Things that I love so much that the very act is deemed and dubbed "not normal", making my love for them seem like it's more than they are supposed to recieve? An out-of-the-ordinary and above-the-norm appreciation for the Things that make the people around me shake their heads, call me "silly".

My dear, beloved Things, may I always stay silly for you ❤️

[arkhamsbrat]

sorry to all my lovelies requesting anything abt dick grayson i cannot write for him because i am Literally Him!

dont look at the tags im not writing for him look away

[yellllowstar]

slowly I'm recovering the beauty of discovery

(creature by half•alive)

(textless + timelapse below cut)

[justanotherjaydrawing]

If I were to start streaming a little art hangout sort of thing once a week, would any of you be interested? be honest. (probs gonna give it a shot anyway, but I am curious how many of y'all would be down to hang out for a couple of hours while I yap lol)

[diyasgarden]

helloooo, your moodboards are soooo stunning and I wanted to participate in your moodboard req thingy^^

I'm a girl with mid length black hair with wispy bangs, reaalllyyy noticeable eyebags, and a slight tan. I enjoy music, books, art, movies, and I'm a badminton player!! Can't say I have an actual aesthetic but I usually change between fem and masc leaning clothing every other day and gravitate towards darker colours. Weirdly though my favourite colour's light purple. I LOVE little figurines and trinkets and I waste so much film taking pics on my instax. I honestly don't mind the pairing (esp if it's all three) but I honestly have a soft spot for Art

An advanced thank you if you do my request and I'm so so sorry if it's way too long and too many things are on there, I'm basically a professional yapper 😭

this is a safe space for professional yappers!! yap away!!

[nox-in-a-box]

Asher is a pigeon.