#love me some max

[freakrenaissance]

Monster mash with max 🤤 I loved all the extra vampire traits in there...oof, I would look forward to every full moon 😌

Max Phillips x f!reader

WC:1.9k

Warnings: my first foray into monster fucking.

Max goes through a few changes during the full moon.

For @munsonownsmyass, while you wait for your Arthur fic.

Max always thought the human take on vampires was fun. From the campy outfit to the forbidden love affairs with humans. The sparkling skin. The tortured vampires with souls. They loved to make the whole thing more dramatic than it was, often missing the simple facts.

Apparently, werewolves had the monopoly on changing during the full moon. That was another guess wide of the mark. Why did they think that the children of the night didn't have a relationship with the moon? A few nights every month Max underwent a transformation of his own. His full monstrous side tried to rise up to greet the full moon. 

After years of practice he was able to keep a pretty good handle on it. The main changes he underwent were physical. His eyes turned blood red. His skin thinned, it wrinkled and showed the blood starved veins underneath. His fingernails grew, thicker and claw-like. His strength grew, it showed in the muscles that bulged on his body. There was one other bulge that proved to be the most problematic at that time. Along with the other physical growth he experienced, his penis grew too. Max had never been small in that department so the extra couple of inches in length and the extra girth were a problem. Especially since all his senses and feelings were heightened. The brush of his own clothing against his cock had him weeping pre-cum. He used to just stock up on blood and lube and hunker down pantsless, watching porn until the sun came up. 

Then he met you. You who worked her way into his life and under his skin. You were supposed to be an office fling. A pretty piece of skirt he could fuck over his desk in between meetings. Then you saw what he was and accepted it. Just like that. At first he still locked himself away from you, too scared that anything closer to his true form would scare you off. He still hunkered down with his lube but he did it with pictures of you. Picture of you all spread out, freshly fucked on his desk. His cum oozing out of you. That all changed one month when you begged to stay with him. You'd begged on your knees. Your pretty pleas muttered against the skin of his balls as you sucked them into your mouth. He was powerless to say no to you like that. Any man, or vampire, would be. 

As the sun set, the two of you were just waking up. You were wearing a white lace nightie, looking every inch the innocent virgin. As the change took him over his hardening cock swelled rapidly. It strained against his silk sheets. It was his harsh breaths that woke you. The need to have you was almost painful. Your bright eyes blinked up at him before widening at the sight of him. They softened again when they saw how vulnerable he was.

Gently lifting the covers from him, you got your first glimpse of his cock in all its full moon induced glory. It was your turn to breathe heavily. It was as if you were captivated as you leaned down to get a closer look. Without warning you flatten your tongue against his shaft from his balls to the tip. That was enough for him to explode. He should have warned you that the other side affects to becoming incredibly horny, and his manhood growing, his load grew too. He shot rope after rope of creamy white cum all over the two of you. Even after all of that he was still hard. As you shifted his cum travelled down the valley of your tits. He was ready to blow again just from the sight. To avoid the embarrassment of cumming without being touched, he wrapped your hand under his own around his cock. It only took three swipes of your fist for him to cum again. Another load painted your delicate night dress. He wondered if he hadn't warned you well enough how bad it got. 

Then he saw the wicked flash in your eyes. You loved this. 

"Do you like being covered in my cum, Baby Girl?" Before you could answer he flipped you over and nudged his cock at your entrance. 

The barest press of it inside you had him cumming again. His release splashed against your hole, warm and thick. Even with the extra lubrication it provided, the stretch of his cockhead burned. Even though he could barely get the first couple of inches in he started thrusting. Every clasp of your tight channel felt like heaven. He even thought he could hear angels singing but it was just your moans. They increased to a chorus when his fingers slid over the excited bundle of nerves at the apex of your pussy. With your cunt gushing and spasming around him, Max was able to sink in another couple of inches. 

The way you arched up off the bed, squirming on his cock, made him cum again. This time you felt how much he gave you. The hot rush of it dripped out around him as he moved those few inches in and out. The way his thick girth dragged against your walls sent a tingle up your spine. You wanted more of his gigantic cock, you could imagine the fat head of it slamming against your cervix, filling you completely. That seemed like a far off dream as you could barely take what he was giving you. Tears had started to form in your eyes. A whimper leaving you caught Max's attention. 

"Do you want me to stop?" He paused his thrusts to take you in, he wiped away the tears that escaped.

"No!" You sounded as desperate as his cock was making you. "I just need a second. It's a lot to adjust to." A coy look crossed your face "But I want you to make me take it."

The mental image your words conjured alone made him come again. His mouth went dry as he used the moment to slip another inch in. The extra stretch had you gasping and clawing his back. "Shhh. It's okay. You're okay. You can take it."

Your body relaxed at his praise and he gained another half inch. "Oh, that's it. Good girl."

The next couple of thrusts had you gripped his well defined biceps as you tried to take him as best you could. The sensation wasn't unpleasant, far from it, but it was literally a lot to take. Your body tensed up at the thought of it.

"Do you want me to help you relax?" Max drew right back out until the curve of the head on his cock caught on your entrance. While he was waiting for your reply, he lapped at your nippled, tongue trailing through the cum on the thin fabric of your nightgown. The coarseness of his tongue made you shiver. He had mentioned there were some changes there too, to allow him to lap up the blood faster.

"Yes. Please." Your hips chased his of their own accord.

"I will, Sweetheart. I'll feel if you want me to stop though." He cupped your cheek sincerely. "Ready?"

As soon as you eagerly nodded your consent he began. "Oh, you're doing so well for me. I can feel that pretty pussy blooming for me. That's it. Take what I give you." The smooth lilt of the glamour in his voice made you believe him. You were doing so well, your body opened up for him. The burn of the stretch faded leaving you with the sensation of being filled, with the drag of his bare skin on yours, with every nerve being excited. 

"Oh, fuck." With a final jerk of his hips, he managed to bottom out. "I can feel you covering every inch of me. So warm and wet. You love it, don't you?"

"I love it." Came your far away voice. Max could tell you really did. He felt the energy he needed to compel you dip.

Pushing up onto his hands, he looked down to where you were joined. The sight of his girth disappearing into your perfect, tight, little cunt and pumping out more of your combined fluids had him cumming again with a shuddering moan.

"Christ, Sweetheart. Why didn't I let you talk me into this sooner? I need you to cum for me. I wanna feel this pretty cunt flutter on my cock. I wanna see that pretty face you make and hear all those pretty sounds. My pretty girl." He was lost in giving you shallow thrusts of his cock as his latest load dripped out onto his sheets.

"I'm going to fuck you how you like it. I know you can still take it like this. Use your safe word if it gets too much." 'How you like it' is rough as hell. Dirty too. 

That was how he accidentally ended up revealing his true nature to you. The way you wanted him to give you his cock had him feral. With your legs wrapped around his waist you begged for it harder and faster. Your nails dug into his back through his expensive suit. Biting into the flesh over his muscles that flex with the effort of pounding unto you. His normal visage slipped giving you a glimpse of his true vampire nature. He'd frozen at the recognition on your face. He waited to see how you would react. You'd reacted by fucked yourself on his cock until you came. With you still twitching around you he hoisted you up around his waist and gripped your thighs to bounce you on his length until he came with an inhuman howl. 

Back in the present, the first violent thrust of his cock, struck deep. Only a few more had you fluttering around him. The stretch of him was so much it was more like a ripple against the meat of his cock. There was not enough wits left in your head to form words, even his name eluded you. All that you could verbalise was a long moan as you arched underneath him. Another long spurt of cum filled you. Placing his hand above your pubic bone, he held you down to ease his still ridgid cock out. Once he did the only still hard thing in your body left. You were completely boneless. The buzz floated around your whole being, it came rushing back to where it had eminented from as Max's tongue dragged through the mess between your legs. He lapped up every drop of his spend. He kept licking until you were clean. Then until you were dirty again. Then cleaned you up again. He came twice on the sheets while he did.

"That was…wow." You sighed looking down at him. He'd never had a woman look at him like that. Not even with his handsome human face and expensive suits. You weren't the least bit scared of him, in fact he could see in your eyes that you adored him. That notion alone had him coating the sheets one last time.

Tags @kirsteng42 @prolix-yuy @thegreenkid2 @hquinzelle @fangirl-316 @gracie7209 @jedifarmerr @doommommy @scorpio-marionette @sturkillerbase @harriedandharassed @aynsleywalker @mswarriorbabe80 @quica-quica-quica @rise-my-angel @adancedivasmom @graciexmarvel @kinda-nobody @movievillainess721 @munsonownsmyass @mandoloriancookie @faceache111 @elegantduckturtle

[boringwomanwithabook]

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[nameko-nick]

I rewatched to goofy movies recently…. 👀💦

[yippee-optimistically]

giggle .. inspired this post. listened to the trolls 3 soundtrack for like 8 hours straight today

[starry-bi-sky]

tales of the passerine - danny fenton being bruce wayne's first kid

okay okay. so this is like a continuation/elaboration of my oneshot/prompt i wrote about the idea that Danny was the first batkid. We have a lot of aus where he joins the family after the rest of the bats do, right? So hey! Lets shake things up a bit. Danny is the first to be adopted by Bruce Wayne.

Danny's parents and unfortunately Jazz die shortly after the events of TUE -- how so? I was gonna say an ecto-filter explosion, that would call back to the TUE explosion and trauma behind that. But lets do something new! Carbon-monoxide poisoning.

It's not too unexpected for something to break in the Fenton house, especially with the Fenton parents' questionable understanding of proper weapon handling and lab safety. The water heater broke from a stray shot by one of the weapons, and was promptly MacGyver'd incorrectly. Danny went to stay with Tucker for a guys' night, and came back to a dead silent house.

(Danny's neighbors got a very unfortunate shock when he ran to the next house over in hysterics.)

There was a lot of shuffling around with CPS, the police. People had to be called in to handle the equipment in the lab, and the GIW was rumoring to show up in aid to clearing the scene. When Danny heard of that, he immediately went and dismantled the ghost portal to the best of his abilities. He burned the physical blueprints of all his parents' inventions, their blueprints on the ghost portal, and their most dangerous weapons were destroyed beyond recognition. Anything to prevent the GIW from getting their hands on his parents' tech.

It opened up another investigation, but he was not under the list of suspects. He was placed in the care of Vlad Masters, where they then went back to the rebuilt castle mansion in Wisconsin. Danny, terrified of the future that has once passed and may do so again, shuts down in his grief. Inadvertently, he ends up somewhat repressing his ghost half. Something Vlad, who is grieving Madeline but relishing in Jack's demise and his custody of Daniel, is not very happy with.

Vlad's... gone into a bit of a mental health spiral. He's becoming increasingly possessive over Daniel, the final remnants of his friends and a liminal being like him. He doesn't like that Danny's repressing his ghost half -- both out of genuine concern as a ghost, but also because of his desire to control Danny and groom him into the perfect son. If you ever had a phase where you read Dark SBI found family fics, first off; me too bro, and second off; those are the vibes I'm thinking of.

Danny's mentally shut down from grief! And fear. He's dropped into a bad depressive state -- paralyzed with grief and the terror of the inevitable. Clockwork saved his parents because he believes in second chances, but what's the point of that when his family ended up dead anyways? Danny doesn't wanna believe that he's destined to become evil, and he's holding out onto that hope, but it's a thin line, and he feels utterly hopeless and trapped. He hasn't used his powers or ghost form since he trashed the lab, and Vlad has alarms set up to prevent him from trying to escape.

He's also unintentionally cut off Sam and Tucker -- both of whom are so scared and concerned for Danny too, and are trying their damndest to reach out to him. He keeps ignoring their texts. Danny basically haunts Vlad's manor. He goes out to eat if he has to, attends parties Vlad drags him to, and stays in his room all day if he can.

At parties, Vlad doesn't allow Danny to leave his side, or really talk to anyone -- not that Danny wants to. A product of Vlad's increasing possessiveness. Well, he almost doesn't let Danny leave his side. Danny has a habit of slipping off to hide somewhere for the parties whenever he can, and Vlad reluctantly allows it so long as he stays alone.

This becomes an advantage when eventually, Bruce Wayne returns to Gotham after missing for years, and holds a bright charity ball to celebrate the return. Vlad has been chomping at the bits to get his hands on Wayne Industries, and with the return of its owner there is no better opportunity to wipe out his rival. He goes, and he as normal, brings Daniel with him.

Vlad thinks Wayne will bleed his little heart out for Daniel's poor orphan sob story -- he's a fellow orphan himself, after all. He's not wrong; Wayne's little heart will bleed, just not in the way that benefits him.

Bruce sees Vlad and Danny approaching before they're even close enough to introduce themselves - and like with many of the children he will soon come to care for, it's like someone set a mirror into the past right in front of him.

Danny Fenton's suit is tailor-made for him, and despite the fact that it's his perfect size, the sag in his shoulders, the ducked down head, and the way he hunches into himself all pictures the image of a child in shoes too big for him. There's a far away, glazed over look in his eyes and grief marble-cut into the lines of his face. There's not enough makeup in the world that will hide the dark circles under his eyes.

("My nephew, Daniel Fenton." Vlad's hands are possessive on Danny's shoulders. Bruce immediately notices the way the boy tenses under his touch. "His parents passed recently, and as his godfather I was designated his guardian.") ("I'm so sorry, the loss must've been terrible.") ("Yes, carbon-monoxide poisoning caused it. Daniel was out with friends, when he came home... they had already passed.") (Bruce immediately dislikes that Vlad shared the details of their death unprompted -- he likes it even less when Danny flinches at the reminder and hunches into himself.)

Danny runs off at some point earlier into the charity. At this point, parties are still being held at Wayne Manor (because iirc google search mentioned that was a thing at first before it was changed), so he disappears and hides in one of the empty rooms nearby. It just so happens to be the same room Bruce Wayne hides in when he needs a break from all of the socialization.

Thus begins a long, long process of trust. Bruce can't reveal his hand as being smarter than he looks, but he can be compassionate. Kindness needs no measure of intelligence. He keeps Danny company for as long as he can before he runs the risk of being found.

Rinse and repeat. Vlad insistently wants Wayne Industries, and he'll go to as many Wayne parties as he can to get his hooks into the man. The problem is that Bruce Wayne is never alone, and getting him alone is impossible. Finding him too. It's like the man never stops moving. Always talking to someone, always circling somewhere. He orbits around the room as if he isn't the sun of the Gotham Elite's solar system.

Danny's had such repetitive behavior that Vlad never thinks to believe that Bruce Wayne is disappearing to go talk to him. That "Vlad's" son is even interacting with him at all. Danny never gives him a reason to think so, and neither does Bruce.

Danny doesn't actually acknowledge Bruce until a handful of parties in, where he hands Bruce a small slip of paper he smuggled in that says; "don't trust Vlad". Danny's face stays carefully blank, but he's so tense that his hands are trembling, and he's purposely looking away from him. Bruce plasters a smile onto his face, slips the paper into his pocket, and tells him "okay".

(he's been busy with his own goals with the mafia, but he sets aside time to investigate Vlad Masters. He was holding off. Until now.)

Danny does eventually start speaking to Bruce, he's starting to really like the guy. He's starting to see a little hope, even as Vlad is starting to get more and more agitated with him the more he refuses to use his powers.

He reaches out to Sam and Tucker again, and starts trying to reconnect with them. Vlad has spyware on his phone, and he limits the amount of times he can talk to them. A weird parental control lock of some sort that leaves a time limit on how long he can talk to them for. 30 minutes. Danny doesn't tell them anything about Mr. Wayne.

Danny, slowly, wants out of here, and he's slowly gathering the motivation to do it. Vlad is genuinely scaring him -- and Danny wonders just how truthful the past-future Vlad was when he told him that Danny wanted his ghost half separate. He starts trying to come up with an escape plan.

Vlad has anti-ghost wards everywhere around the mansion, and while they're always on, they boost to full power at sunset. The doors and windows are always locked, all main exits have alarms set on them. The only reason it's not super extensive is because Danny hasn't tried leaving at all yet, so Vlad hasn't had to tighten anything.

At night, Vlad locks the door to his room and puts up an anti-ghost ward around the room. The mansion is on the outside westward side of Madison, more entrenched in rural Wisconsin. The closest town is a four-way stop sign with one house on three corners, and an open bar on the fourth. Not much to go.

He refuses to go to Sam and Tucker; Vlad would look there first. It's too dangerous. Vlad would sound alarm bells and have a manhunt looking for him, Danny can't risk going just anywhere. Too much risk of being found, sold out, or caught. There's really nowhere for him to hide.

Until there is. Bruce is telling Danny about the history of Wayne Manor, and says, as casually as saying the weather; "The manor has dozens of empty rooms, I'm sure Alfred wouldn't mind filling another one if he could." And quietly, hesitantly, Bruce places a careful hand on Danny's shoulder, unrestrictive and gentle; "He wouldn't mind getting one ready for you if you need one."

And there it is. There's his out.

Danny, just as quietly, replies; "I'll keep that in mind."

The ball starts rolling.

Now I've been trying to summarize this au as much as possible for length convenience, but Vlad has been steadily growing more and more controlling. More emotionally manipulative. More agitated at Danny for not using his powers.

He wants Wayne Industries under his thumb but he's been steadily growing more and more concerned with Danny. He's started grabbing him, yanking him around, shaking him; trying to goad him into using his powers. He gets angry when Danny doesn't react, or tells him he doesn't want to use his powers. He hasn't outright attacked him, but he's getting there. This has been happening over the time it takes for Bruce to indirectly offer Danny sanctuary at his home.

It all comes to a head when Vlad stops going to parties at all -- something Danny has to pretend he isn't upset about -- because Vlad doesn't want him around other people anymore. Vlad rarely goes now without him, and only leaves to go to a Wayne function or to handle something at VladCo.

Danny can't wait for Vlad to leave long enough to escape. So he leaves during the night of a big storm. Vlad's locked him in his room, but Danny doesn't bother trying to go for it; he goes to the alarmed window instead. Danny's been repressing his ghost half so long that he can't access his powers immediately anymore -- he can feel it, he knows its there, but he can't quite reach it.

He breaks the lock by hand.

Immediately the alarm goes off through the entire castle, filling the room with red, and he scrambles for the rope the Wisconsin Ghost left for him a few months back. Danny's already out and climbing down the side of the castle before Vlad even reaches his door -- the only good thing about the entire room being ghost-proof is that Vlad can't get in that way.

The rope ends before it reaches the bottom, and he's still twenty feet in the air. It won't kill him if he lands it right. Danny takes his chances, and drops. He breaks his ankle, but he survives.

And he fucking books it to the back garden. He hears Vlad shrieking over the thunder and rain.

I'll save the full experience for a future oneshot, but Danny makes it out into the nearby woods and forcibly experiences what it's like to be in a horror game, trying to hide from the thing that's hunting you. There's only one thing going through his mind; "i'm going to die"

I have this mental image for this scene. Very stereotypical horror imo. Where Danny is hiding behind a tree, with a hand over his mouth, and Vlad is a few feet away from him, glowing ominously red through the trees, trying to search for him.

Danny doesn't get away from this unscathed, but he does get away alive. That's all he could ask for. He gets away by getting his ghost half awakened long enough to transform into Phantom and fly to Gotham.

But he gets to Wayne Manor, he gets to Bruce. Or, at least, Alfred answers the door from his insistent pounding. Danny's just in tears and Alfred gets him in the living room, wrapped in a towel, with ice on his swollen leg before he has to step out and alert Bruce.

Bruce already breaks multiple traffic laws on a nightly basis. And that's just with the sheer existence of the batmobile itself, not including the speeding and military artillery attached. He breaks double the amount trying to speed back to the cave and get out of the suit.

Right off the bat: Bruce will know, at least before Dick enters the picture, about danny's powers. He'll figure out something considering the fact that Danny traveled from Wisconsin to New York in a single night. That'll be a bit of complicated affair, but I've already got something in mind.

Actually it'll probably be very soon after Danny joins the family, because Bruce tries to offer to fight for custody for Danny - the state Danny was in at arrival is clear enough evidence for a trial. But Danny immediately shuts it down, says it's not going to work and then Vlad will know Danny's with him and he won't be safe. He tells him that Vlad cannot know Danny was with Bruce.

Danny's biggest regret was not telling his parents he was a halfa, and while he doesn't want to tell mister wayne (yet), he does tell him about Vlad being one. He needs to know why Danny can't be seen with Bruce. So he tells him, and Danny's current plan is to just hide out from Vlad until he turns 18. That way, he has no more legal jurisdiction over him. After that? He's not sure.

And to wrap this up, since this has already gotten very long and I can make more posts about this au later; I've thought about it, and I'm going to say that Danny does become a vigilante before Dick enters the scene. He goes by, as you probably guessed; Nightingale. "Gale" for short.

[sainz100]

via DITA Eyewear

[xoxoemynn]

For OFMD Tumblr friends who want a S3 and are scared of Twitter

First, no judgment from me. I very much get it. I resisted Twitter for a long time, and even though I'm now a bit more comfortable on it, it's still not my Fandom Home. There are a TON of valid reasons not to be on Twitter, but if you REALLY want to keep OFMD visible right now and help its chances of returning for a third season, Twitter is the best place to do it. Like it or not, Twitter is still the best social media platform for raising awareness and for instant news updates.

Tumblr posts don't make headlines. Topics that have been trending on Twitter do. And if we want this show to come back, we need to make OFMD impossible to ignore.

By now you've probably seen just how close we came to a S3, and if you're like me, you are RAGING and donning your battle jacket. But I get it can be intimidating to get on Twitter for the first time, so I thought I'd address some common anxieties I see. I'll put below a cut because this got a bit long, but I promise it's a quick read.

I don't know what to say! Where do I even start? That's okay! You don't have to create your own tweets (although it's great if you do). Amplifying other people's posts is also important. Go ahead and like/retweet/reply to other people's posts. This may also help you get an idea of what you may like to say in your own tweets.

Hashtags...yes? Yes! Although don't use too many or you may get flagged as a bot. The biggest one that seems to be emerging is #SaveOFMD. Other popular ones are #RenewAsACrew, #RenewOurFlagMeansDeath, and of course, #OFMD and #OurFlagMeansDeath.

Should I just be tagging all the streaming services? Per @renewasacrew, no. It's counterproductive. You'll want to tag one streamer at a time and be specific. Below is an example of a tweet I made the other day -- use specific reasons why that that particular streamer may benefit from picking up OFMD.

I'm scared. People are mean. Yeah, people are mean. But I will say the vibes over at OFMD Twitter are currently the best I've ever seen them. People seem to have united for the greater good and are being overwhelmingly positive and just trying to do whatever we can to save the show. (That said, again, I already had a pretty curated feed, and was very liberal with blocking users/terms I didn't want to see, but I've been able to spend so much more time in the For You tab than I ever have without being jump scared by something.)

But I don't know anyone there! Wouldn't I just be shouting into the void? Not if you use the hashtags! Fans are being really good about following those and engaging with the tweets. Plus, [Stede voice], I'm your friend. I'm xoxoemynn over there as well, I'll follow you back and engage with any of your posts that I see. Plus, what's been REALLY lovely to see is that SO many lurkers have come out of lurkerdom to support the efforts, and they are being welcomed with open arms, so you will not be alone. Again, I am telling you, vibes? Best I've ever seen them.

I can't get sucked into another social media platform, I don't have the time. The beauty here is you don't need to spend a lot of time. I've been on Twitter more in the past week than I have in the entire year I've had an account, and I'm still only on for maybe an hour total the entire day? I open the app, I check a couple accounts, I engage with a handful of posts, and I close the app. It takes all of five minutes. It's an extremely small lift that can have a very big impact.

My bet is on Zaslav expecting us to be upset, and that there may be a day or two of outrage, but then we'd move on. I'm sure right now he's trying to convince everyone that this is a fluke, and that it'll blow over soon. Don't let him win. Keep OFMD in the news. Be loud (but polite) and make Max and other streamers take note of what a passionate, loyal fan base this show has. Make their stocks continue to drop. Make it clear this is NOT just a fluke, it is NOT business as usual. It's a BIG fuck up with lasting consequences.

Twitter, for all its sins, is the best place to do this.

Now let's get our damned show back.

[emily-mooon]

Doodled The Party in silly wizard outfits because it brings me joy.

[il-predestinato]

Oh, I’m so sorry Daniel that sexual misconduct allegations are too much of a “noise and distraction” for you. How very understandable that you wish for this to simply “go away.” Incredibly inconvenient that this is messing with your vibes.

Not that I expected much from a man who said he didn’t watch world news because it contains too much “drama and negativity” for him.

[ihni]

Happy birthday Billy!!

(I couldn't fit more people there, but just imagine they're standing out of frame. A whole HOUSE full with people who are ready to celebrate Billy's birthday, and shower him with gifts and food and love.)

[leclerc-s]

i genuinely think the funniest thing that could happen was if charles overtook norris in the drivers championship because they’ve been yapping about this “intense” championship battle between norris and max only for charles ‘one-stop wonder’ leclerc to end up p2 in the championship

[silveranchor]

Ok, so I got some personalized press-on nails made. The idea was this:

Ferrari logo on one, then red, then black with the Monaco stripes like Charles's car, then racing flag, then red again.

Well, the girl did a great job and they are beautiful, but I think the picture wasn't very clear, because instead of the Monaco flag stripes, I got this:

The dutch flag...

I cannot make this up

So ...

Lestappen nails, I guess?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Snap: *draws a Megaman-inspired Magneto*

Me: ...Perfect modernization.

wait now that its not 3AM i can do you one Slightly better

bonus:

[lords-of-fortune]

Me, months ago: oooo I hope we see isabela as one of the lords of fortune contacts in veilguard!

The sinister monkey's paw: [curls another finger so that it is flipping me off]

[meepcartier-blog]

Batman Beyond x The Batman

Idk I feel like I’m not done

[sunbloomdew]

absolutely obsessed with the "i died and went back in time and now i'm going to prevent my death" and "i died and/or got transported into the world of my favourite game/novel as the villain/side character and now i need to prevent my death" webtoons. there is so many of them and i'm reading them all