#max tac

[ghostoffuturespast]

An Oasis of Elegance...

[the-cat-sorcerer]

Max and chad dancing

[ribbononline]

assortment if random small oras doodles i dont think i ever shared

[ultramantr1gger]

fuck your entire life

[medtech-mara]

Waking up in custody of MAX-TAC

Author Note: So, normally, I only release these to my fellow campaign mates. what happened last sunday, after the campaign concluded for the night. A scene that was going to be long winded, had to be continued later. So these are more or less just recaps. So Character key in my pin post might be important to check out if you care to know. Anyway I hope you enjoy a glimpse into my Medtech's life in my Cyberpunk campaign Legends of Night City!

The loud humming of the AV, a sound that was once her everyday, now seemed so foreign as Mara Sterling began to wake from her blacked out state. Her vision, still blurry, and one killer headache. 

Instinctively, her hands reached up to cradle the back of her head where she can only assume was struck, but met with resistance. Seemed like her hands were cuffed and locked to the AV, A jolt of voltage coursed through her as she tried to let out a groan of discomfort for her pounding head, which prompted her to whimper in pain, to be shocked again. 

The C-SWAT team, all cutting up except for the person next to her, seemed to still be a rookie or had some humanity rehabilitated into him.

“Don’t speak, It’ll only shock you. You’ll be put in a holding cell until you are no longer a threat. Free to go after.” The Officer turned his attention to the rest of the crew and they began to go on about a call from earlier in their shift. Talking about how Lt. Jayce Adams has been missing, and wondering why Flight Crew Charlie 2 was called to the Inclusion zone. 

So, MAX-TAC didn’t send Jayce in for me… is it just a cover for him? The thought crossed her mind, but before she could even finish it, they had arrived at NCPD HQ in Watson, High up on the 100th floor there was the MAX-TAC HQ AV entrance, Guns pointed back in her face once more, demands being made of her, booking the nine yards. 

Finally, she was brought to a small 5x5 room with just a chair, sitting down in the chair, the Officers then anchored her arms so that she was stationary in the chair, shock collar still on, they left her without a word. 

From there Mara sat in this brightly lit, white room, strapped to a chair and a C-Psycho collar on, which only fueled her headache.

 It wasn’t long before rage in her only began to boil over in her, these people took Jack from her, and were laughing about it before his body could even be collected, that wasn’t going to be her. Yanking and jerking herself around in the chair, she began to let out loud screams of primal rage, and for the moment she didn’t even care that she was getting burned from the voltage. 

The screams didn’t last long before they turned into whimpers of grief and pain. Mara didn’t have much left in her to give, it was an exhausting day physically, mentally…. and now…. Psychologically.. Everything stripped from her in a matter of seconds. 

I didn’t even get to tell him… to tell him I love him.. 

Ocean eyes looked up to the ceiling, the tears began to fall down the sides of her cheeks and down to her earlobes. 

She stayed this way for an untold amount of time. If you asked her, it seemed like she had been locked in there for more than 10 hours, but she wasn’t sure. 

To busy being locked up in her own hell during her holding period, silently crying and flip flopping flashbacks of all the times she wanted to tell Jack, she loved him,

 Bullets eating through what was left of his ‘Ganic body, 

His smile, 

The dead look in his eyes as he said “I’m already gone, Mars.”, 

him at work, and so on.

This went on for 8 hours. At some point tears wouldn’t even come out anymore, and it hurt to keep going, but she couldn’t stop.

There was this giant hole left inside her.. She was just bleeding out, at one point she truly thought she might die from how much pain she felt in her chest, but that was just the panic consuming her. 

Mara came to the realization that her and Jack’s dream died with him.. She couldn’t run the clinic alone, not without Joi… She would have to reteach a new AI… It didn’t seem right to just replace what’d always been there. 

“Oh you fucked up dis time, do you even know who that is you have locked up?”

 J i h z z y’s voice and footsteps started coming down the hallway and towards her room.

“This is the Lt. Adam’s sister! YOUR BOSSES SISTER!” J I H Z Z Y looked into the room and laid eyes on a sight he’d never seen before. His wife but not the strong woman he sees everyday, but this.. Broken shell to resemble Mara Sterling. Something in her swollen bloodshot eyes was missing.

[lailuhhh]

Hello I just discovered Jack is canonically 54??

[revachol-route-zer0]

[keerysfreckles]

good graces — LN4

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: how you and lando celebrate after the dutch grand prix.

warnings: not proofread, fluff with a tiny tiny bit of smut!

a/n: WDYM LANDO IS A TWO TIME RACE WINNER IM SO 😭😭😭 also yes this is me coping with all the hate i saw on twt today

masterlist !

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for the past hour you've been sat at the edge of your couch, watching your boyfriend and nineteen others drive around what feels like the longest track in the world.

you sadly couldn't attend the dutch grand prix this weekend, due to being needed at work friday and saturday. after many minutes of begging your boss over the phone, she reluctantly agreed to let you take sunday and monday off. you told her you wanted to be there for lando, which wasn't a total lie. you were rooting for him every single second of this race. even if it's from the couch of your shared apartment in monaco.

it was nearing the end of the race, with less than fifteen laps to go. your nails were extremely worn down from biting them during every pit stop and radio message from either lando or max, hoping the ones from your boyfriend sounded positive.

you continue watching, beginning to pace behind the back of your couch, bcoming more hopeful as the number of laps left decreases. until there's just one lap to go.

you aren't sure if you scream, cry, or jump up and down when lando crosses the finish line first. maybe it was a combination of all three.

you can't help but laugh slightly when small tears run over your cheeks, that were beginning to hurt from smiling so much. you watched in awe as lando took his position on the top step of the podium.

you hummed along with the familiar tune of the british national anthem. (thanks to lando for playing it for four hours straight once). streamers were thrown and champagne was popped as you continued smiling widely at the sight of your boyfriend being showered in the love he deserves.

ten minutes after you turned the tv off, your phone began to rang. you didn't even have to look at the screen to know it was lando calling.

"baby, i won! again!" his bright laugh fills your living room as you put him on speaker phone.

"i'm so so proud of you lan," you smile again as you congratulate him.

"did you watch the whole thing?"

you nod, "of course. what kind of girlfriend would i be if i didn't want my boyfriend's race," you tease. he asks you this everytime you can't attend a race in person.

you and lando continue talking for a few moments before he's being rushed out of his drivers room for his duties in the media pen.

"i'll be home tonight, okay? i love you," lando promises. you believe him, knowing it's only a two hour flight.

"i love you too, and i'll be waiting."

as soon as lando hangs up, you throw your phone onto the couch and run to the kitchen.

you went with lando to miami. you got to see his maiden win. you got to celebrate with him, in his driver room, at the party, and in his hotel. the two of you ordered so much room service you felt like you couldn't move the next day.

yes you still celebrated, but it didn't feel like a traditional celebration to you. so you had a plan. a great plan. you had five solid hours to execute it.

you grabbed a scrap piece of paper from the fridge. (a tic-tac-toe match lando demanded he hang on the fridge since it was the first time he beat you). you started scribbling down your ideas.

in five hours, you planned on getting a plain cake to decorate for lando. you wanted to blow up balloons (papaya color of course) and write cute messages on them. and if you had time you'd hang up matching papaya streamers.

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with thirty minutes to spare, you managed to complete everything on your small list. the vanilla cake with orange decorations was sitting in the fridge, waiting for lando's arrival.

balloons and streamers were littered around the kitchen and living room. a few balloons had doodles of stars and trophies, while others had small phrases. "race winner!!" and "happy second win baby!" were used the most.

you debated on changing your clothes. you didn't know why you even debated it. lando's told you probably a million times that he loves you in anything.

before he arrived you decided changing into one of his shirts, keeping the leggings you had on from the rest of the day.

you hear a set of keys jiggling the door knob open. you can't help but become giddy.

there he was. your boyfriend. your race winner.

"hi baby," he smiles instantly as you run over to him. you mumble some sort of short greeting back before smothering him in kisses. making sure not to miss any spots on his face. you kiss both of his cheeks, his nose, his left temple, his jaw (multiple times), and finally place a long kiss on his lips.

you wrap your arms loosely around his neck so you can look up at him to ask, "so how's my two time race winner feeling?"

his hands roam slowly around your waist, as if he's trying to remember the feeling of you, as if he didn't see you earlier in the week.

"i'm doing amazing," lando smiles, "even more amazing that i'm home with you." he leans forward to kiss your forehead, and once he leans back he finally notices the orange decorations around the room.

"what's all this?" he laughs.

you squirm out of his arms to go towards the fridge. he laughs again but his smile grows. "you got me a cake?"

you nod, "of course. the race winner deserves a cake!"

you set it down and get ready to serve yourself and lando slices, however his hand on your wrists stops you from opening the drawer. it moves slightly to interlock his fingers with yours, sending chills up your arm and down your spine.

"i know how excited you are about this cake, but how about we celebrate differently? then afterwards we can have the cake," his voice dropped to a whisper by the end of his sentence. he's stepped closer to you, making you have to look up at him slightly.

"are you sure that's what you want?" you decide to start teasing him. "i mean you're probably more than tired. wanting to do nothing but sleep all this excitement off."

lando shakes his head as fast as he possibly can, "no, no, i definitely don't want to just sleep it off."

you simply giggle before leaning up to press a passionate kiss to his lips. he reciprocates as his hands move to your jaw. his thumbs press firmly onto your cheeks.

he pulls back first, both of you slightly panting for air.

before you can get another word out, wanting to tease lando just a little further, he easily picks you up to bring you to the bedroom. you can't help but laugh as he begins kissing down your neck. your grip never falters on his shoulders as he closes the door behind him.

he sets you down on the bed, pushing you back until your head hits the pillows.

"shouldn't i be giving you some kind of special treatment? you won the race, not me," you try to negotiate while he seems to be preoccupied by running his hands under his your shirt.

"and waste all this adrenaline?" he removes your shirt, before leaving a trail of kisses up to your jaw. "you and i both know neither of us want that."

you can't possibly say no to him. just the thought of how the night could go makes your insides flutter with excitement and the pool between your legs grow.

his large hands rest on your bare waist and on your jaw. his thumb presses over your bottom lip gently as he waits for an answer.

silently, your hands move from his shoulders to the hair at the back of his neck. you thread your fingers through the small mullet he has started growing, before pulling his lips down to meet yours. you hope this gives him the answer you meant to share. you smile against his lips as you feel his hands roam down to where you need him more than ever.

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you lay on lando's bare chest, tracing over the veins in his hand thats placed over his stomach. his curls are messy and eyes are full of lust and tiredness. yours are as well, and you know you're going to be sore tomorrow morning.

lando kisses the top of your head, "you know, i think we deserve some cake."

you smile up at him and kiss his jaw. your silent way of saying a million things at once, but this one meaning thank you and i love you.

you turn and reach over the edge of the bed to grab your shirt lando threw somewhere in the room. you feel a light grip at your waist, making you smile knowing lando's always finding ways to protect you.

goosebumps rise on your legs as you adjust the shirt over your torso on your way to the kitchen. you move as quick as you can to grah the cake and two forks. you can't be bothered to cut and serve the cake at the moment.

"no plates?" lando chuckles as you hand him the cake while you readjust yourself to sit in front of him.

"i'm proud of you lando," you smile at him after taking a bite.

his dimples show up when he smiles, "thank you baby."

he leans forward to kiss you which makes you smile. he tastes sweet, a combination of the cake and moments you shared only minutes ago. his lips fit comfortably against yours, making you feel at home.

[shadeops21]

Ghost Cosplay Concept

I've become real invested into the CoD cosplay realm now, and looking at the reboot's different skins and loadouts, I'm surprised we haven't seen a few more "classic"/"throwback" kits than what we've been given.

I know that the "iconic" Ghost look is the grey fleece jacket with the camo pants and chest rig, as seen during Loose Ends, but I would like to propose that the Rio missions are where we saw what I consider "peak Ghost" and peak SF vibe, of which we see a lot more of in the reboot series (civil attire with tac gear over the top).

Here is Ghost's OG Rio kit from the game for those who can't remember:

Now I want to cosplay this look, but I also recognise that not a lot of what's seen above is too identifyable by today's standards, and may include discontinued equipment.

Then I wondered what it'd look like using the reboot's level of detail and assets. So I kitbashed a similar kit using a mix of assets from different characters and operators, and this will be the basis of my next cosplay:

I'll be able to recycle elements from my previous Ghost cosplay as well as other pieces of equipment that I've got for gelsofting and other cosplays.

The actual cosplay may vary in some aspects such as the kind of pants I wear (model uses UF Pro Striker pants, might swap for just regular cargo pants or G3 Field pants, haven't decided) and may use a different dangler pouch. Will probably use my green AMPs as well, rather than tan comms.

Will also def source a temporary tattoo using Ghost's arm tats, just for max level of detail. I think that'd look dope.

The next thing would then to just figure out what primary to carry: do I go classic MW2 M4A1 as he carried in Rio, or do I use his Chimera/Honey Badger from the reboot?

Lemme know your thoughts or if you have any ideas!

[trialsinthelateromanrepublic]

trial of Lucius Aurelius Cotta (cos. 144)

date: 138 BCE charge: lex (Calpurnia?) de repetundis (gravissima crimina [the most terrible crimes]) defendant: L. Aurelius Cotta cos. 144 advocate: Q. Caecilius Metellus Macedonicus cos. 143, cens. 131 (ORF 18.I) prosecutor: P. Cornelius Scipio Aemilianus cos. 147, 134, cens. 142 (ORF 21.VI) other: bribery of jurors by defendant widely suspected

Cic. Div. Caec. 69; Font. 38; Mur. 58; Brut. 81; Liv. Per. Oxy. 55; V. Max. 8.1. abs. 11; App. BCiv. 1.22; Tac. Ann. 3.66

[qsmprambling]

I'm trying to think of things Bad has said to the islanders, not just to chat, about his characters species or lore:

Dapper knows about Bad's grim reaper lore and has been spoken to about it a lot - Dapper is a grim reaper in training. Baghera and Pomme know Bad is 'Jim Beaver' and Cellbit overheard Bad and Dapper talking about grim reaper stuff (and got advice directly from Bad about the dangers of ressurection), but it seems like none of them realise this isn't a prank or is not canon.

Bad said to Mike that in 200 years they'll all probably be dead, but he'll still be there. Mike said he kept forgetting Bad wasn't human, and Bad responded "Yeah! BadBoyHalo lives forever!" And then talked about how lonely it can get because everyone you loves dies and leaves you alone.

Spoke to Dapper about how their family is very long lived, saying he will live forever, Skeppy will live forever because he's diamonds, and Dapper will live a long life because he's a dragon. (Pomme was nearby but may or may not have heard)

Spoke to Dapper and Pomme about how lonely it can be when you live 1000+ years and how important a friendship with someone who lives as long as you do is.

When Dapper called tik-tac-toe an archaic game Bad said "Just because your father is 11,000 years old...!" (Confirmed this as canon to chat which matched up with previous info he gave)

When talking about Foolish's Capybara portal, he warned him it probably wouldn't be safe to leave it open because he didn't know what could come through. There was reference to a demon coming through and destroying everything. When Foolish asked if this was something that happened before, Bad said he knew of 'another island' with a demon problem. (Another day he vaguely referred to Max about people not knowing what they would get when they did summoning rituals and when Max said he knew what he was going to get, Bad said "Yeah I think people thought they knew what they were getting too...". It doesn't seem like Max picked up on this and it was more for the ghosties)

Dapper wrote on a sign to Baghera that Bad was 1000+ years old, and Pomme corrected he was more like 11,000+. Not sure if Baghera accepted it as a joke or lore since they were talking about the doctor saying he had dementia beforehand.

Richarlyson asked how hired Bad as a grim reaper if he has a rockstar background when he was going to show them Muffin (Not sure if Richas canonically knows Bad is a grim reaper or if this was out of character)

[the-cat-sorcerer]

Here is the master post for my tadc au,

The amazing circus!

creative I know

Characters:

Caine

Bubble

Moon

Sun

Gloink queen

N,p,c

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Kinger

Zooble

Gangle

Kaufmo, queenie and mopsie

Princess loolilalu

N,P,C (sweet edition)

Gummigoo

Chad

Max

The fudge and mama goo

Important info:

Height charts

Pyjamas!

Circus layout 1

Circus layout 2

Layout of the circus in the castle

Spotify Playlist

Extra:

Zoobles wheelchair The dogs Game night Wheelie wheelie! Nicknames Nicknames 2 Walking home Pomnis first day drawing Kingers dove(s) Dr football Jax being annoying Kaufmo quit? Door sign insect collection cooking failure spider removal instruments! Pollys chair nap time childhood glass eye pillows Jeffrey weird dream silly little outfits strong caine episode 2 dancing what (gender) even are you? Honse chit chat doggos backscratcher dress up horse truck moons diary Beach episode Beach episode 2 box war!!! The knife game Gummigoos crock audio book bug catcher alt outfits 'student chart' dress up

[inchidentally]

https://www.tumblr.com/piastrisms/738775293993549824?source=share

I NEED YOUR ANALYSIS OF THIS VIDEO! PLEASE <3

okay listen this has spun me out into a whOLE thing so let's take another trip down a road I like to call Why is the Non-RPF Real Life Relationship between Oscar and Lando So Endearing and Boyish and Sweet:

so my absolute favorite thing about Lando's face when he's relaxed or in his natural element is how absolutely every. single. emotion. he's feeling is broadcast at equal volume. his vulnerability is a massive part of his charisma. but! he has to have the right habitat! streaming, Youtube, his lifelong friends - those are the right habitat.

F1 is not naturally the right habitat.

when Carlos found Lando on his proverbial driver's doorstep he did not know what to make of him and Lando was barely able to squeak out a few words around anyone new or when a camera was around. but! Carlos trained Lando into how to bounce a dynamic between the two of them just like he'd been doing with his last awkward baby, Max. interestingly Max was much more excitable and eager to please of the two and Lando's intense shyness took a LOT of work to get past. but once Carlos had gotten the drift of Lando's super silly sense of humor it was smooth sailing. and then with Daniel it was even easier because half the time Daniel knew he was expected to carry the conversation. it's interesting because Lando allowed a bit of that old shyness to come back and it definitely disarmed Daniel a bit in a satisfying way. but thanks to those big personalities, Lando found his F1 self and even started to deal back and lead occasionally. of course DTS and a lot of media pilloried him for this because apparently what Carlos and Daniel do naturally is seen as snottish and bratty for him to do. the Youtube/streamer personality where he felt so safe did not at all translate onto other platforms and media.

so it hasn't been smooth sailing for Little Lando Norris to know how to be as a person in F1.

cut to 2023 and with the advent of Oscar we've seen a slow dismantling of Lando's F1 PR personality completely in his content with Oscar over the season. their very first unboxeds Lando was still wearing his guarded PR face and assuming he should lead and carry all the content. it was still sort of around for the Jenga/Garden Games challenges but had started to soften around the Austin filming (including the Finish the Lyrics classics). at some point, Lando truly realized that Oscar would still be fond of him even when Lando was in a terrible, low blood sugar type mood (Tic Tac Toe etc) and oh wow!

their content could really just be Lando being whatever he was feeling that day/that moment and Oscar smiling and finding him funny/cute/fascinating! that was enough! he didn't even know that was allowed! (and maybe it wouldn't have been if Oscar wasn't there to bolster him)

and that's when we started getting unguarded, authentic Lando instead of entertaining Lando. and it's because Oscar was the person next to him representing all of us, trying to tell Lando that we just wanted to see him. we didn't care if he was 'on' or not. he's just an interesting outdoor cat we want to watch go about his life.

which is why we got Lando letting himself sit and stare right back at Oscar like this.

where we can see his expressions do that slow blossoming thing, and right in full view of just Oscar. it's the anti-DTS material because it isn't open to the camera and easy to manipulate. narrative television hates when two people go into quiet, subtle communication because it can't be made into a false dramatic arc. (trust me they'll invent one using chopped up footage and even more chopped up commentary lol they always do but it'll be uphill work)

but when you contrast this with the nonstop, quick back-and-forth Lando has with Carlos and Daniel it's where we pick up on the something that's so unique to Lando with Oscar. it's wrong and making way too big an assumption to say it's a closer friendship bc you can't quantify other people's friendships that way. but it's very, very different to those friendships. and the biggest difference that we on the outside can see is that Lando allows himself to determine exactly How He Will Be. and that might change from one minute to the next! and that doesn't always go down well with most people!

but every time, no matter what, Oscar smiles and laughs and everything Lando does is alright. he gets it. Lando means no harm and he's got a good, warm heart. if he likes you then that won't change just because his mood changes.

like their end of season message. Lando went from doing a great job summarizing his thoughts for the viewers, handed it over to Oscar and just... watched. didn't get bored and stare at the camera or off into space. I actually compiled just how often Lando spends staring openly at Oscar into one long gif lol:

he fully knows he's still on camera but he turns himself into a viewer instead of bouncing around and off of what Oscar is saying. Oscar gave him that, he can give it right back.

and there's no specific Lando-Oscar dynamic like there is Lando-Carlos and Lando-Daniel. hell, Lando's got a dynamic with just about anyone. except! Max F, Martin Garrix (and probably quite a few of his friendships that we're never actually even shown) and Oscar. with those people we see Lando be precisely whatever he's feeling at that moment because they'll either indulge it or enjoy it depending on how good or bad the mood is. if it's Lando, it's all good.

I feel like there's a commonality with those people of being quiet but strong as opposed to the big and bold of most of the F1 drivers on the grid. Max F absolutely has obvious similarities to Oscar (I still love how much he sided with Oscar when he watched the 'most likely to' video). I don't know a lot about Martin but it's literally a DJ's job to be enough apart from the crowd to read it and they set the energy passively through what they spin. Oscar is a fun guy who loves being around the people he cares about but he's never The Guy that it all turns around.

and for their own reasons, they find Lando inherently fascinating and lovable. whereas Lando has to inhabit Carlos', Daniel's, George's, etc etc worlds because they are in themselves The Guy Everyone's Watching just like Lando. Lando has to share. he has to figure it out. but guys like Max F and Oscar do not have the energy or interest in being The Guy. they'd choose privacy over popularity every single time if they were made to. and actually come to think of it, they have actively chosen privacy at the expense of popularity quite a few times.

because let's look at Oscar's face when Lando teasingly brings up Oscar's sprint win:

Oscar gives Lando that genuine, affectionate smile and ducks his head because he wants Lando to know that he appreciates it. in truth, that Sprint win was hailed by wider F1 community as being a massive achievement for a rookie in the Max V era of dominance. they both know that it is. but Oscar didn't posture or show off about it and for that Lando has made sure to bring it up on his behalf time and again. Oscar gave him that, Lando can give it back to him.

which is even sweeter going back to that post race video because Oscar gives Lando that same affectionate, private smile. he's had to throw the video's content over to Lando and Lando gave him that big affectionate smile first because this is how they do these videos. it's always awkward - especially if their results that day weren't great - but they know that together they can do these videos and share a laugh over how absurd it feels sometimes.

and the hint of a private joke between the two of them is there early on and you can just feel Lando relax into it.

and when you skip all the way to their last race media duties and this interview, it truly surprised me how much Lando kept checking in with Oscar - the rookie! -as he was answering. when he found himself giving boring PR answers he threw in a joke that he knew Oscar would crease up over. sure enough it loosened them both up.

and like, that's where the vulnerability and openness comes from now with Lando. he's got a teammate who is basically the same age, who gets him and who actively wants Lando to just be Lando. who clearly threw Lando at first by inadvertently foiling those attempts to establish a dynamic or a bromance. who Lando probably at first thought was just shy and awkward. but Oscar stayed true to who he is and kept that door open for Lando to eventually walk through.

so when it's the two of them, it's everyone else who's on the outside looking in. they're just being themselves. if that doesn't make everyone else feel entertained or happy they honestly don't care - and will probably share a secretive little smile about it.

it's also why they sometimes do that twinning thing and creep everyone out asfgjlaflsgjf

[xo-zozo]

tig characters at olive garden

yk...it's late and i'm bored who said that i can't do this

~ xander and max get kids menus and play tic tac toe against eachother (there are too many draws so they steal all of the napkins so they can draw new boards)

~ grayson would just sit there while they grate the cheese and it would be like 30 whole seconds before he tells them to stop

~ avery buys one of the paintings off of the wall (did yall know you could do that?)

~ bex hides breadsticks in her bag before realizing she can just buy more and get them in a to go bag

~ jameson has a whole basket of breadsticks to himself

~ nash orders the tiramisu (SEE WHAT I DID THERE??)

~ libby takes photos of everyone's food and then posts them

~ thea likes the lasagna

~ xander buys the cheese grater (you can also do that)

~ the waitress flirts with jameson (he’s confused)

~ avery is either used to it at this point or slaps him across the head

~ nash takes about eight years to order what type of wine that he wants

~ grayson requests if they can play frank sinatra over the speakers (waiter is confused)

~ jameson and xander play battleship or something on the tablet things

~ thea dressed to match the olive garden vibes

~ max orders the kids chicken tenders

BONUS:

IF eve was invited instead of twirling the spaghetti she would scoop it bc shes a monster

this is the most random thing i have ever done... wherever yall live i hope you guys have an olive garden because if you don't this is gonna be confusing. also, start sending me asks for these really specific headcannon requests bc they're fun

-zoey ☆

[bellysoupset]

Oooo I just read part 4 of the food poisoning and I just love Vince and Lucas's relationship😍the way Luke wishes Vince could be there and Vince texting Luke and being sooo dramatic😂I just loveeee the bromance going there and can't wait for a sick Vince/Luke and the not sick one being the caretaker🤭

-🌼

Hi 🌼!

Some Luke/Vin for you + Max!

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"You can't open it before paying!" Vince cried out, swaying slightly on the spot and Lucas opened a mischievous smile, before opening the bag of Doritos he was holding in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh no, you think they'll arrest me now?"

"They should," Vince pouted, bracing against the ice cream fridge of the grocery store when another wave of dizziness came over him. He had overdone on the beers and he knew it, too caught up on the euphoria of having a weekend with his best friend.

Luke had only started to drink later, complaining of still being stuffed after lunch at Ma's house, and so he wasn't knocked out in a coma as he would've been by trying to keep up with Vince's drinking.

"I want gum," Luke said loudly, fingers all orange from the doritos little triangles and walking around in search of gum, while Vince tried to get himself on check. He was so dizzy and sorely regretting his choice of drink.

Beer carbonation kept sending up these gurgly wet burps, that fizzled out in his throat and threatened to bring with them the contents of his stomach. Despite the fact he was wearing track pants, the elastic of them were squeezing his tummy.

And their team had lost.

This wasn't as fun anymore, Vince thought, deciding to go find Luke and drag him back home, before he caused a mess in the store at nearly 3 AM.

His stomach rolled as he found Luke near the beverages, grabbing a bottle of vodka with a sparkly smile and greasy fingers, "VIN! LOok what I found!!" he exclaimed loudly, as if he had found some rare thing and not just strawberry vodka.

Vince grimaced at the thought of putting anything in his stomach, much less vodka, but his thought process was slow and all he managed was a distasteful shake of head, that had Luke dismissing him with a orange-fingered handwave.

He walked to the cashier, dumping the empty bag of Doritos, the bottle of strawberry flavored vodka and more tablets of chewable gum than he could carry.

Vince braced against the cashier, squeezing his eyes and taking a deep breath, "I think we should go home, Luke..."

"Okay," Lucas' happiness was through the roof. He was nearly bouncing on his feet, "we should call Bella."

No, they shouldn't.

Vince shook his head and immediately regretted it when the grocery store spun around him. He gulped down, rubbing a hand over his clammy face, and then let out a squeal and jumped back with enough force that he hit the tic-tac mints display and caused several plastic packets to fall.

In front of him, Daniels was holding a six-pack of ginger ale cans, a loaf of bread and some milk. He had his eyebrows raised.

"What- What is it!?" Luke turned at Vince's shout, "what's wrong, are you hurt-"

Vince pushed his best friend's drunken hands away from his face, as if Luke was searching for an imaginary wound and pointed at Daniels, whose lips had pressed into a thin line to stop him from laughing.

"That's professor jackassss..." Vince slurred the end of his words and cleared his throat, "what are you doing here?"

"It's a free country, Vinny," Daniels said cheekily, holding his items, "I've seen you," he said to Luke, "the other month, outside our school."

Luke squinted at Max, all drunk and confused, "that's professor jackass?" he asked, ignoring the blonde and turning to Vince, "he's short."

Vince snorted at that, tugging on his t-shirt. He was feeling so warm.

"You've been telling your friends about me? I'm flattered," Daniels shrugged, unbothered by Luke's comment.

Lucas ducked his head and barely muffled a huge burp behind his hand. It caused him to giggle and shake his head, ""sooorry..." he fumbled with his wallet, when the cashier cleared his throat, clearly tired of the chatting at 3 AM and no one paying, "sorry, sorry-"

Vince thumped his chest, trying to work up a burp he could feel rolling inside his packed gut, politeness be damned. A huge bubble went up, only to get stuck, and he let out a whine.

"Here," Luke said, unscrewing the bottle of vodka and passing it to him, "drink it."

It was a testament of how drunk he was that it didn't occur to him that drinking more alcohol to get a burp up wasn't really a bright idea. They stumbled outside and Vince passed the bottle of pink venom back to Luke, bracing against his knees outside the store and groaning.

"Bad... Bad idea..." he groaned and Luke patted his back a little too strongly, taking a gulp of the vodka himself.

"Are you gonna hurl?"

"Yeah..." Vince gulped down, but it was to no avail. His saliva tasted sweet and he wasn't just drunk, but packed to the brim with liquid. He aimed a small, dainty burp towards the ground and groaned even louder when it made his throat burn, "hurtss..."

Behind them, the little bell signaling someone else had stepped out of the store.

"You're a mess," Max commented coldly, "pity I don't have my phone with me right now, I'm sure you'd like a picture in the morning."

"Don't you have anywhere to be?" Lucas said loudly, causing Vin to groan and clumsily reach for his best friend's arm. He tugged the other man back, but it was too late.

Drunk Luke was a reactive person and Max was an asshole even sober and sleepy at 3 AM.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Daniels asked, coldly, and Vince's jaw got heavy, spit falling on the ground. None of the other two paid him any mind.

"No one invited you," Luke's voice, coated in annoyance, "we don't need your help."

"You're both wasted in a public space, you're disturbing people and-"

Whatever annoying thing Max about to say, he never managed to finish it, because Vince let out a retch and then a puddle of pale yellow beer vomit formed on the ground, missing Daniel's sneakers by less than an inch.

The blonde jumped back, while Luke latched on Vince to keep him from swaying, a bad idea considering Lucas was just as dizzy.

"What the fuck, Monacelli?!" Daniels cried out and Vin groaned in shame, his stomach burning due to all the alcohol.

He tried to fight the next heave, but his belly had been packed full and needed more out before calming down. So with another tiny burp, he coughed up another large stream of foamy puke all over the sidewallk.

"Awwwn," Luke made a sound like a wounded puppy, rubbing his back clumsily, "you're okay, get it up..."

"How much did he drink?" Max asked and Vince groaned, panting for air.

"M'fine..."

"You're fine," Daniels repeated skeptically, "did you two idiots drive here?"

"We're not idiots," Luke argued, thumping on Vin's back a little too harshly and causing the other man to groan and spit another mouthful of sick.

Over his head, Luke and Daniels continued to exchange jabs and Vince wrapped an arm around his upset belly, squeezing it. He could feel how bloated his tummy was, sloshing as he gingerly hugged it. He wanted Wendy, not the two dweebs arguing over his head.

Vince straightened up, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve and cleared his throat, "I'm fine..."

"Get in the car," Max pointed his white pickup, "now, before I change my mind."

"We don't want your help-"

"Thanks," Vince interrupted Luke's bitter retort, slapping the back of his friend's head, "Luke, zitto."

Lucas scoffed, "he's a jerk."

"This jerk is driving you home," Daniels pointed out, "before a parent or a student sees you like this-"

"You're the one to talk," Vince groaned, sliding in the backseat of Max's pickup and pressing his forehead to the headrest of the seat in front of him, "Sophia tells me what bars she's seen you in, Daniels."

"Hypocrite," Luke mumbled, still sour that they were being rescued by the guy he had clearly already chosen to hate on Vin's behalf.

"Get your dog on a leash, Monacelli," Max scoffed, "where to?"

"Just up the hill and-" Vince blew out a burp under his breath, "then the second- second left..."

"Should've let you walk," Max whispered, while Luke let out a groan from his spot, still hugging the strawberry vodka bottle to his chest like a teddy bear.

It was less than a five minutes drive, and yet the minute Max parked in front of his house, Luke stumbled out and fell to his knees on the grass, coughing up a thick stream of white vomit all over Vin's tiny front yard.

Daniels threw his door open, but didn't get out of the driver's side, while Vince stumbled out and crouched next to Luke with a drunken chuckle, "you're such a messy drunk," he teased his best friend lightly, squeezing his nape, "get it up."

Luke whined, another loud burp rolling up and bringing with it a mouthful of puke, "my stomach hurts..."

"I know, it's all-" Vince turned his head to blow out a little nauseated burp of his own, "its the vodka, man..." with his head turned, he could see Max eyeing them with his eyebrows raised. The blonde blushed as he caught Vince staring and promptly tried to frown to cover up the look on his face, but it was too late. Vin had seen it, the yearning and confusion written all over his features, however gross the situation was.

"You two ladies gonna be okay? You need me to hold your hair back?" Max asked, prompting Luke to hold up a middle finger, while still tossing his cookies.

Vince rubbed his back, feeling the other man lie against his side, seeking some comfort, "thanks," Vin said to Max, causing the man to wrinkle his nose and make a disgusted face.

"Yeah yeah, count this as payback for the bus," then he pulled his door shut and drove off.

Vince frowned, but he was too drunk to think on it and his head was swimming. The brief peace he had acquired with his belly was starting to crumble.

"Luke, you're done?"

"Uhum," Lucas sniffled, collapsing against him, "he's an- HIC! - HICan asshole..." he hiccupped, wrapping an arm around his stomach and Vince snorted.

"An asshole who drove us home."

"Still an asshole," Luke glared at him, then grabbed Vince's arm, "c'mon, let's go inside."

[knuckles-junior]

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Here are tonight’s highlights from tonight’s watch party! This is my very first time doing this so without further ado, here are the following highlights:

“Sea Scouts”

•I’ve never watched any of the old Donald Duck cartoons lol

•The cartoon ended with

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“Something Fishy”

•this is my first darkwing duck viewing ever.

•I’m the only one that thinks that Neptunia’s design is so odd.

•Missy simping for Darkwing (I will not bother doing the thirst count).

•3 Bonks were heard.

•Neptunia loves litter lol.

•Missy: Litter killed my grandma.

WHY MISSY WHY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

•Overall this episode was really random. I have no idea what was happening. lol. Moving on.

“The Lost Harp of Mervana!”

•THE BEST EPISODE IS NEXT.

•Me geeking out over mermaids throughout the episode.

•HUEY AND SCROOGE MOMENT 🥹🥹🥹

•Missy being a simp for Della as usual. XD

•”Arming torpedoes”

•Me: WEBBY IS SO ME RN!!!

•PART OF YOUR WORLD REFERENCE!!!

•SO. MUCH. MERDUCKS. IM IN HEAVEN.

•I quickly forgot that I made my Mervanan Scrooge AU back in 2021 💀

•Me: Scrooge made some really adorable drawings! Why reject them?

•Me: BEAKLEY IS SUS.

•EVERYONE BOW DOWN TO DONALD DUCK

•”Namaste.”

•Me: WHY IS DELLA PLAYING TIC TAC TOE ALL BY HERSELF????

•”I have no family.”

-Della Duck

•SCROOGE BEING TOO CUTE IN THIS EPISODE ISTG

“Peace and Love! Follow your bless!”

•Scrooge would be the merman ever.

•”It’s just okay.”

•I think we can all agree that Louie is the best at motivational speeches. Can we appreciate him for that?

•TIME TO DRAW MORE MERDUCKS.

•SHES FIBBING FIBBING FIBBING.

•Will: Bye! See ya in the finale!

The wonders of the deep

•We could’ve gotten the au’s during the scene where Mickey and Donald saw Minnie and Daisy as mermaids.

•Their designs are the prettiest!

“The Little Mermaid (1989)”

•This is my favorite Disney movies of all time and I’ll never get tired of watching it again and again.

•Mickey, Donald, Goofy and Kermit made a cameo in the beginning of the movie!

•Also @puffywuffy8904, I f*cking hate you for calling this a 🍆 castle.

•Missy: King Triton is kinda…

•Violet asked her to behave for me lol

•Ariel being adorable throughout the movie.

•King Triton being a bad dad.

•Iconic song incoming 🧜‍♀️✨✨ 🎵

•Max my beloved.

•Reprise time 🎵

•Stitch interrupting other Disney movies was mentioned by Will.

• @violetganache42 shared a little mermaid lorcana card every time a song came up. Starting with the reprise.

I won’t share all of that were shared due to the 10 photo limit.

•Another iconic song incoming.

•The art for the lorcana cards are incredible.

•Everyone talking about Triton being an awful dad because he IS ONE. Until the end of the movie.

•SEBASTIAN BEING A SNITCH.

•ERIC STATUE GETS THANOSED.

•Ursula’s best song incoming.

•BODY LANGUAGE. ✨✨🍑

•Ursula giving off Magica vibes.

•LA VOCE TO ME!!!

•Ariel being the most expressive character ever. ❤️

•Ariel and Eric being the cutest couple. Some we’re discussing that the remake improved on the relationship between them and I do agree with that.

•We were also talking about some of us that watched the remake really enjoy it, including myself. Halle Bailey really nailed the role for Ariel. Screw those racists. Sebastian in that version is not that great.

•ARIEL’S OUTFITS

•”Fish are friends. Not food.”

•melcat33 getting hungry for seafood.

•🎵Kiss the girl🎵 ✨✨✨

Also please listen to Ashley Tisdale’s version. It’s so good.

•Eric littered. Someone call Neptunia.

•Everyone pumped up for Vanessa before she kicked Max. Poor dog.

•The contract reminding some of us of the papyrus of binding.

•Stabby Stabby 🔪

•Triton being a good dad for once in the end.

•Sebastian slay ✨✨✨

•I love everything about this movie and the remake and I will cherish them equally.

I had a lot of fun making this highlight and I hope you enjoyed reading it as well. If you have any highlights that you’d like to share, please do for those who participated in the watch party! Special shoutout to @writebackatya for making this watch party happen and has thought of me as a mermaid fan! Thank you! And Happy Mermay! 🧜‍♀️✨✨💕💕