#man with the biggest heart

[knickknacksandallthat]

kevin calls wymack dad??????!!!!!!!!!! and kevin calls him firsy to deliever the news!!!!! how did wymack feel?

Ohhhh yeahhhh baby - they both earned it 🥰 (Kevin to say it and Wymack to hear it). I don't think Kevin ever had a second thought about who he was going to call first to tell - Wymack believed in him from the beginning and will always be his Dad. So Wymack gets first dibs, for sure. 😊

And how does Wymack feel? So proud he can hardly swallow. Emotions are nearly bursting out of his chest, throat constricting as Kevin quietly says, They chose me. They made me Captain. Can you believe it?

And David can. He's always known, always watched Kayleigh's boy from afar, and seen how talented he was. Has known, far before he was ever his boy, that he would do amazing things.

But he is his now. Has apparently always been his, even before David knew it. And now that he does, now that he's used to it (now that he's past the shock and disbelief and anger at Kayleigh for not telling him) it doesn't feel as terrifying as he once thought it would be.

(As he once told Kayleigh it would be.)

((As he used to wake in his bed in his twenties, sheets slick with sweat, and swear never never never would he let himself be.))

Because Kevin is a good kid. A survivor, despite what life had thrown at him. A champion, through and through.

David finds himself watching his son, game after game, and marveling at the pieces of himself he finds in him. (That toss of his hair, the way he throws his shoulders back, that stony face with just the barely curled lip as he smirks at his opponent). Kayleigh is there for sure, front and center, but so is David. And it's astounding.

And as familiar as the pieces of Kevin are, it's the tiny facets of his personality, fractured by trauma but also uniquely his own, that surprise David every day. Every day he learns more about his son and, despite Kevin's doubts, David is thrilled by it.

But now? Now there are no words that can describe this feeling. The way he felt hearing that tiny tremor of happiness in Kevin's voice. At how his own stomach somersaulted when Kevin quietly confessed that he was the first person he told. How his voice grew hoarse as he responded, Damn straight they chose you. They knew what they were doing.

Yeah? Kevin had asked.

Yeah, he had echoed. Then, I'm so proud of you son.

And it had taken several seconds before he received the choked reply back, Thanks, Dad.

Now, as he hears Abby open the apartment door with the set of keys he gave her (a long, long time ago), his eyes burn a little as he sits out on the balcony, staring into the low-hanging sun.

Hey, she asks. Everything okay?

And the corner of his mouth lifts.

Yeah, he tells her. It is.

He sits back and lets that smile grow as he holds his hand out, and she gently, gracefully intertwines her fingers between his own.

For once it is.

Thanks for the ask, anon!

[mobius-m-mobius]

Tom on more of Owen's s2 improv (x)

[tiredcowboyy]

I hate when people (usually men on reddit) are like “if you met arthur back then he would murder you for breathing in his existence!” Oh would he? When? Before or after he’s finished doodling bunnies and flowers?

[peachsayshi]

satoru is protective of you, yes.

but people don't know that you're far more protective of him, and fiercely so. you know how his past lovers have hurt him, how they've used him. you see how people can be cruel to him just because he's a little eccentric. and when people try to put him down, you can't help but want to fight back.

and satoru, he's just...so flattered. it actually makes him a little flustered.

he's so used to be being the protector, he doesn't know how to respond when somebody stands up for him.

[hooned]

ok, gorgeous 🥹

[wayward-banana]

Idk how to cope with whatever just happened (DDD moment) so I reverted to system default and put them all in dresses. can you forgive me

[herewegobebe]

Happy Birthday Mr Handsome 🥰💕🥳💎

[hooked-on-elvis]

[ensign-smith]

The boys are talking about the fuselage 🥰

My belated contribution for Threshold Day! My favorite moment was definitely this scene... Harry and Tom, they're boyfriends, your Honor...

[sunsetsandsunshine]

“…How could he…?” vs “…How could he…?!”

[silverquillsideas]

Watching idolish7 and I fell in love with this trio 🥹

[tealpoisonuxyellow]

collecting photos of Lewis Hamilton and Valentino Rossi that I found and never see b4

i lied i didn't just "found" this i search it like a maniac bc i'm obsessed

Le Mans, 2013

sideburn bad bitches, both look so happy here! (both looking at diff camera lmao)

2014 Catalunya GP

legends!

Monza Rally Show, 2014

oh vale's suit looks SO COOL also LEWIS' ICONIC WHITE SUIT and love lewis' helmet has that petronas teal colour touch

2019 planning for the ride swap

HIS 2019 CORNROWS OMLL SO GOODD 😵😵 vale looks cute here, also love that their jacket has matching colours!

Love that they always respect each other 💜💛 Manifesting them meeting again in 2025 this time in Italia, now that Lewis will live there and/or maybe go to Vale's ranch 🤞🇮🇹

[tea-time-terrier]

I can't make bad art at this point, I put so much love into it <3

[nathandrakeisabottom]

Yesss please sam drake food/eating hcs?? Fave meals, hated meals, etc

It is with great joy and great belatedness that I post my first Uncharted piece in ages. Thank you for the lovely ask, anon. :)

⋆ Sam Drake - Eating Headcanons ⋆

Two words: scarcity mindset.

After running away from Saint Frances’s, to claim money was tight is to be telling some humorous bit, Money was borderline non-existent. And as such, came what the Drake boys do best: theft. 

Liquor stores were their easiest, and most consistent source. Sam still takes great pride in telling his many stories revolving around ‘cashier meet-cutes’ disguising their proudest heist to date: a 12-year-old Nathan smuggling canned goods under a moth-holed hoodie. 

Because of this, gas station snacks: twinkies, Lays chips, slurpees, etc. all tend to give him this simultaneous sense of nostalgia and nausea. Like when you’re eating eggs and all of a sudden, your body gags on the next bite.

But on an especially shitty day, expect him to be gobbling a Big Gulp and a half-frozen hot dog on the nearest street corner, with a half-smoked cigarette still sunken between his lips. It’s the way he wallows. 

Secretly wants you to tell him how bad that shit is for him so he has an excuse to snottily spat back “who the ‘ell cares?”. He finds pride in not caring about anything. (He cares about everything.)

Getting fast food at the drive-thru? Man waves you off a total of three times claiming he doesn’t want nothing before proceeding to eat half of your McNuggets without asking. He loves BBQ sauce and needs Tabasco on everything like it’s his will to live.

Big fan of spicy, sour, and tart, anything that makes your mouth pucker. Pretzels, salt and vinegar chips, cottage cheese, pickles, pineapple (😉). “What can I say? I admire a fruit that fights back!” — he snorts before taking a raw bite of a lemon, just to squirm you out.

Maybe a bit of the masochist in him. 

When he and Nate were able to get proper gigs (12-year-old Nathan: illegally, of course), they were able to progress to the simplest of grocery outlet options. Eggs, instant ramen packets, canned vegetables that were 9 out of 10 times eaten raw out of the can with a fork, and more nothing-but-toast-for-dinner than they’d want to admit).

Sam and Nate spent most of their childhood eating their dad’s scrambled eggs and microwaved peas. When their mom passed, and dad released them to the state, Sam decided he’d only ever eat over-easy again.

Nate still chooses scrambled. He asks for cheese and green onions to split the difference, but always ends up only eating half of it before the memories come too strong and he has to push his plate away. 

QUICK eater. MESSY eater. And I mean quick and messy. 

Will use as minimal cutlery as possible, and if disposable, even better.

A scooper. Tends to be a chronic careless spiller with how frequently he tries to funnel all the last crumbs into his mouth, how quickly he chugs even a glass of water. (Most shirts of his are stained as a result.)

Tends to wait till the last possible moment to eat or drink anything. Breakfast basically doesn’t exist to him. 

Spills more beverage down his chin and shirt than his mouth (but a wet t-shirt certainly isn’t the worst thing to happen. Especially not to Samuel Drake. ;)

Pizza order: Meat Lover’s with extra sausage. Maybe some green bell peppers when he finally compromises with Nate during movie night.

Never, ever orders (well, non-alcoholic) drinks when eating out. And only water when he finally lets himself cave. Otherwise, he’s stealing sips from the nearest patron’s Jarrito bottle (his favorite is Tamarind).

Doesn’t bother cleaning up his fruit peels or peanut shells, even around others. That shit’s going on the floor without a second look.

Surprisingly, a king and natural on the BBQ. Despite having so little in their childhood, Sam still tried to go hard on the holidays for Nathan’s sake. Fourth of July is still Nate’s favorite holiday exclusively because of Sam’s public park-smoked ribs and the long, bumpy motorcycle ride up the highest hill in whatever city they were currently loitering in, just to see the fireworks. 

A dive bar master. Nate always orders whatever grease-covered appetizer they got in the back. Sam purposely keeps his stomach empty so there’s more room for whiskey. (Since nobody asked, incredible at pool, and will offer any woman in a twenty foot circumference a lesson. Cue the leaning chest over back, cue stick fantasy.)

A love language that was a total surprise to him is his partner cooking/baking something just for him, especially if it’s from scratch. Gets that rare, soft look in his eyes as he watches them carefully place each steaming plate onto the table. And trust, he’s not looking at the food when it happens.

Loves his partner in an apron. Like… loves his partner in an apron.

Make him food, and as soon as it’s eaten, he’s eating you after. ;)

When he finally settles down post-Madagascar, it’s a fucking struggle to get him to go grocery shopping at all for the first few months. 

Self-punishment, maybe. 

Nathan buys them himself instead and leaves them on the porch of Sam’s trailer park home when he’s too depressed to answer the door. 

Basically has to be forced to eat actual meat and vegetables. For the first few months, he reverts and eats only familiar prison food. The same single pot of chili/beans for a whole week, half portions only for each meal. Uncooked canned carrots. Microwave popcorn when Nathan calls him asking if he’s eaten, and when Sam lies, it sounds more believable with the microwave droning in the background.

However, when he finally starts to pick himself back up, when he gets his first day job since prison, finally lets Nate buy him a used truck to get around, his first solo call from Sully, that’s when he finally starts to eat.

And when he finally feels like himself again, when he finally lets himself want to live again, the first hobby that Sam Drake takes up is cooking.

[daigah]

Autism to autism communication

[junespriince]

Winged heart au (imma write it soon trust artfight almost over!)

Gotham media: so Dr. West, are you a big fan of Nightwing.

Wally: I know Linda pulled this together to embarrass me, I'm not a fan of him, okay.

Kyle: yeah, because I am.

Wally, turned around so fast make a speedster envious: Excuse you, I am his biggest fan since I was 10, back the F*** up W****! *starts ranting about his collection and stuff*