#maximus the old bull

[ohjeeztrains]

Maximus' washout wreck of June 2nd, 1916 (may) have claimed his old LS&I crew members, the engineer, fireman, and brakeman, back when he was numbered 14.

The ghost crew do care a lot for their engine and they don't blame him for the wreck, but Maximus is wracked with guilt, but sometimes they take full control of him to help get him out of sticky situations…

[covenists]

✦ FULL OF FAN BEHAVIOR, M. VERSTAPPEN

everybody knows that this account is full of max. from his first win to now, from his most random things to his glory time, she's always there to post his pictures. they only know her as his friend and nothing more, but who is she actually?

req: Saw your post for smau requests, maybe a Max Verstappen where people don't realise his girlfriends account is you know her official verified account. Because practically every single post is about Max. Full on fan behaviour, in the sense she was his first fan as his childhood friend, she has been there supporting him since they were kids, and now they're adults and together, but some habits doesn't change.

(bonus if the posts makes people question why she choose Max as her mans.)

2016 - 2018

verstappenight

liked by maxverstappen33, and 1,942 others

verstappenight WOOOO P1🏆🏁 congratulations to you maximus, i'm soo proud of you!

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maxverstappen33 I won't say anything about the name Maximus, but thank you 😄

danielricciardo Well deserved! 👍🙌

username look how young he is

username I love a supportive fan ^^ Plz post more of this man.

   ⤷ yourusername glad to be on your service, ma'am

username how old is he?

username He's so happy, he turns red.

username I usually don't trust redbull after Sebastian, but he might be my new exception🤷‍♀️

verstappenight

liked by danielricciardo, and 1,230 others

verstappenight that eyes glint with mischief. #throwbackthursday

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maxverstappen33 Oh my god, I thought I trusted you by taking this years ago

   ⤷ yourusername never trust anyone

username The half smile😂

username He's been pulling the red string with Red Bull from a long time ago, and look at the hat. I bet it's not a coincidence.

username how is she even managed to get this out? this looks so ancient

   ⤷ username It's not ancient, it's probably old, but not ancient.

danielricciardo He looks like he's planning to steal one of the cars steering wheel

   ⤷ username exactly! 😂😂

username if it's a throwback, how old is this pic then?

   ⤷ username i mean he looks way younger than him on her recent post, so just figure it.

   ⤷ username he always looks younger

verstappenight

liked by victoriaverstappen, and 963 others

verstappenight how is it feel to have a duplicates?

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maxverstappen33 Why are you taking the second one?

   ⤷ verstappenight and why are YOU posing to that one?

username Why is he looks younger and younger each time?

   ⤷ verstappenight i don't know, but i definitely recommend him to have a slug treatment for anti aging.

   ⤷ username username it's him in torro rosso, so that's why he looks more like a teenager.

username it's not even thursday yet, but i had a bad feeling for this week's throwback thursday.

verstappenight

liked by carlossainz55, and 3,573 others

verstappenight boo! happy halloween #throwbackthursday

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username what did i say, my feelings are never lying

carlossainz55 Got you! 😆🤣

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 If I got a heart attack next week, it'll be completely your fault

landonorris is halloween on 29 or 30?

   ⤷ username depends on what region you're in, i guess?

   ⤷ landonorris don't guess, answer.

maxverstappen1 And how are you even managed to take this?? Seriously. yourusername

username I can't believe it's actually Carlos who did this

   ⤷ username Yeah, but I think this is so Carlos-like behavior.

username i would do that face too if someone dressed as scream beside me

username Who is running this fanpage?

username why are you liking him so much?

   ⤷ yourusername because he is so nice, cool, and he looks like sid from ice age which is my favorite character.

   ⤷ danielricciardo we got a whole stack of characters here: first we got maximus the horse from tangled, sid from ice age, and then what? jimmy neutron?

username 😂😂😂ajajaja mira su cara!

verstappenight

liked by redbullracing, and 3,782 others

verstappenight found this on twitter and now i can't stop laughing! can't wait to send this to my family group.

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maxverstappen1 I really can't trust you with my digital footprint 🤦🏻‍♂️

   ⤷ verstappenight i found this on twitter alright, it's not taken by me!

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 Still.

   ⤷ carlossainz55 Ooh, someone's upset...

username who is this person behind this account?

username Why is his reaction is always looking so hilarious

username Max: 😦

username i feel him

username you sure it's not throwback thursday?

MID 2023

verstappenight

liked by charles_leclerc, and 97,182 others

verstappenight i changed throwback thursday with this questionable sense of max's fashion. hope that's alright.

photo credit via verstauri on twitter.

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username NOOOOOOOOOOOO

username #bringbackthrowbackthursday

charles_leclerc If you get rid of throwback Thursday, how am I going to tease him?

   ⤷ verstappenight by searching it on pinterest🤷🏻‍♀️

username Is that real or photoshopped?

username Okay, I know throwback thursday is made a long time ago since 2015 but man I really miss it sm... 💔💔

   ⤷ verstappenight same, but some people don't need that old max (except for charles). we need the new one because life goes on -max via my message

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't remember saying it

   ⤷ verstappenight shut up

username oh cmon i know charles want it because he's in love with max

   ⤷ username should i be surprised?

   ⤷ username i mean if there's no throwback thursday, who's going to tease him with his past when she's not there

   ⤷ username Daniel and Lando or Y/n could...

   ⤷ username oh come on, i don't even know who's the person behind this account anyway, for EIGHT YEARS

   ⤷ username As if you've never heard of twitter, just search her username and you'll see her REAL face.

THE TWEET SHE MEANT:

verstappenight

liked by schecoperez, and 113,809 others

verstappenight guess which one is the real one

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schecoperez The first one of course!😂🤣

username since when did checos ass becoming that juicy

   ⤷ username since he listened to daddy yankee's song on repeat

   ⤷ danielricciardo His actual morning routine:

username the first one because what else would he be doing if not eating omelette and seeing checo's ass in the morning

   ⤷ username even checo himself agrees

username I'm glad that she still post here, even though there's no throwback thursday anymore😞😔

   ⤷ username but i guess even though we did not have throwback thursday anymore, we still have this crack post of him😄

TWITTER, 3 DAYS AFTER THE COMMENTS ON VERSTAPPENIGHT'S DADDY POST:

maxverstappen1 added a photo to their story! 2h

ON THE OTHER HAND, HER ACTUAL IG:

yourusername

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yourusername good moooorniiiiinggggg from my room<3

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username Thank God it's not private

username damn yall work faster than the fbi

username Anyone come here from twitter?

username Omg I've never realized max pulled this hottie ever since they were born

username THIS IS VERSTAPPENIGHT ADMIN?????

   ⤷ username eight years of waiting is finally getting payed off..

username why are you even choosing max to be your man when there's charles or daniel who's sexier

   ⤷ yourusername sometimes i don't need looks to see to be having someone like max. he's my best friend first, and i'm glad i choose him right the first place.

   ⤷ username Oh that's sweet...

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 I love you too, My biggest fan.

   ⤷ username I LOVE YOU TOO??????💔💔

   ⤷ username oh my god max is having a REAL relationship with a fan account admin

   ⤷ username AWOOP🚨🚔 THEIR MEDIUM LAUNCH????

yourusername

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yourusername nobody knows that this phone addict is once my best friend. happy birthday maximus! 🥳🤍

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landonorris happy birthday facebook dad.

maxverstappen1 I once again not going to take the Maximus name. It makes me feel like a horse from Rapunzel.

   ⤷ yourusername wait, you've watch tangled before?

danielricciardo Happy birthday, Big boy.

redbullracing Happy birthday to our number one champion! 🥳🥳

username awww baby maxiee🥺🥺🥺

lewishamilton Happy birthday, mate!

carlossainz55 To be honest, your real account is sometimes still kinda feels like your other one.

   ⤷ yourusername force of habit probably?

   ⤷ carlossainz55 No, it's because you're acting like Max's biggest fan everywhere.

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 That's probably because she is.

   ⤷ yourusername wipe that smug smile off your face while you're typing

username He looks the same weirdly or not

username AHA I FOUND YOU VERSTAPPENIGHT ADMIN

username i love how she just hanging to his arm like they're been a couple since god knows how long

username SHE'S SOO LUCKYYY

username i'm gonna melt

username i feel like it's a hard launch, but she have been doing this for a long time ago

sophiekumpen 🥳🥳🥳

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1 How was I going to get her bad side if she's there and looking so beautifully?

👤: yourusername, verstappenight

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landonorris poetic. remember your other girlfriend's waiting

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 I don't remember having another one?

   ⤷ charles_leclerc How are you even forget about us?

yourusername awww i can't believe you tag the fan account one too!! i love you so much!!!

   ⤷ maxverstappen1 I love you too❤️

username #justiceforcharles #lestappenforever

username SHE'S SOOOO CUTE no wonder max pulled her

victoriaverstappen I didn't know you pulled this cutie

   ⤷ danielricciardo Me too until I found out yesterday at the club

username poetic max is going to be the end of me

username I really had a bad feelings of he becoming poetic and gets all over like this

username Okay, this is max's hard launch. And now I'm waiting for Y/n's

   ⤷ username i thought she already doing it for so many times at verstappenight? 😏🤭

yourusername

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yourusername 💌

📸: landonorris

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username PARENTS CONFIRMED???

username YESS (adopt me pls)

username is verstappenight still going to be there? let's see for the next two days...

username verstappenight nation how do we feel after this? (we can get a new max pic daily)

username i'm gonna thank lando forever for this

username With the bouquet, the dim light, and the black and white + sepia filters. What are they doin that night?

username AWWW ROMANTIC😍😍

danielricciardo They left Charles in the back that night

⤷ landonorris aww poor him. but anyway...

username how are you converting from lestappen to this one so fast?

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[eichornia]

So I had a thought:

- It's 2024. Daniel is back in the grid, his hand is completely healed, his curls are thriving. He feels confident again and he's happy. He's in a low dose of antidepressants and the therapy does wonders. 2022 seems really far away.

- He's starting the season in a good mood, flirting his way through the paddock, joking with the Netflix boys. It's Thursday and they're in Australia. Australia, baby, his favourite place in the world. His family is coming to see him race, Isaac being old enough to really enjoy being in the garage. He's curious and funny and Daniel misses him a lot when he's away. He loves Isabella too, she's his princess. But she's not really interested in the sport (yet) and she's in a hardcore Bluey phase. So Isaac asks him if he can go with him to the garage and when they're there, he asks if they can go visit the Red Bull garage because he's obsessed with the RB and to be honest, with Max too. Just like his uncle, Blake likes to say. Usually that makes Daniel to show his karate moves but not for long because Blake is a scary motherfucker sometimes even if he hides it well.

- So to the RB garage they go. They chat with Christian for a bit (Do you want to run for us when you're big, Isaac?, he asks) (And Isaac says yes, yes, yes) and they dodge Helmut when he appears in the garage because he's scary and not in a nice way. (Isaac says he smells like moths and Daniel has to fight really hard not to laugh) and then they spot Max. He's talking with GP but when he sees them, he waves smiling and he talks with Isaac like he's an adult (and even invites him to look into the car and explains to him everything, twice when Isaac asks again about some things).

- And yeah, Daniel has feelings. Like, he knows he had feelings for Max since... Well, a long time ago. He knows but he was scared of being bisexual (thanks Josh Allen for fixing that) and older than Max, and he was scared of being reciprocal because yeah, like Max was his teammate? His hot, younger, faster teammate.

- But now Daniel is (even) older and has learnt to not give a fuck about what people thinks. And yeah, watching Max with his niece? It's doing things to Daniel's heart.

- So yeah, Australia is awesome, racing in Australia is even better, getting points in Australia is a dream come true after these past years. He's high on endorphins and that's his excuse to intercept Max when he's on his way to his driver room after the podium. (Hey, hi, Maxy, Maximus, I was thinking, like, congrats in the podium, by the way, good trophy and all that, but I was thinking of asking you if you wanted to come to Perth?)

- The craziest thing to happen is that Max says yes. No doubts at all, just his big smile that makes his eyes go small and a 'yes, Daniel'.

- PERTH. It goes like this: Max comes to the farm, falls in love with Daniel's house, Daniel's falls in love a bit more with him. And Max knows nothing about it because Daniel is a bit immature but he's not stupid (not about this anyway) and Max is one of his best friends and he doesn't want to ruin their friendship.

- So he says nothing and he enjoys having this week with Max in his home. They race dirt bikes, they cook together (well, they try) and they play with Isaac and Isabella when they come to visit. And then it's Sunday, a whole week has passed and they're going to fly together soon to Japan. They're enjoying the hot tub after having a nice dinner and Max is laughing at Daniel's impression of Toto and Daniel feels like his chest is filled with helium, feels high, lucky, funny. And that's his excuse to kiss Max.

- Max doesn't stop laughing for a second even in the middle of the kiss and then he stops moving and breathing and Daniel is panicking a bit. Because he knew it would ruin everything, this thing he feels for Max. But then Max's hand is in his neck, drawing him against his lips again, magnets in the dark.

- So yeah, that's a thing they do now. Making out. Heavy petting. Every time it happens, Daniel wants to flail his arms, run in circles, scream like fucking Tarzan. It's like getting a podium over and over again, it's like champagne bubbles getting trapped in his chest. Max kisses him like he races (point-blank, non-stop, making him weak at the knees) and he likes to make Daniel straddle him and he likes to caress his thighs, draw his tattoos again, the three against his lips before kissing each of his fingers.

-It makes Daniel effervescent with happiness and when they're racing in Japan, he's fourth in the race, almost a podium and he comes back to the garage and hugs everyone and laughs and almost cries because he's coming back, baby, he's so coming back. And he goes back to the hotel and doesn't go to his room, he goes straight to Max's room and he doesn't stop to think because he's going to chicken out otherwise.

- And he's on his knees.

- He's on his knees for Max, and he puts his forehead against Max's tummy and kisses his belly button and blows a raspberry against his hip and Max pushes his head away, silly-laughing, and Daniel says let me, let me, please, I won't do it again, Maxy, but let me and Max touches one of his brows and touches his hair and then brings him against his body.

- And kissing Max is like getting a podium but blowing him is getting second place, getting drunk, getting sweaty, getting high-high-high.

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[engineer-gunzelpunk]

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Fucking Awesome!

commission for @ohjeeztrains of their character maximus !!

[cleverthylacine]

That good old interest-based advertising. Also, Headmasters. And my brother.

I have a confession to make and that is that I actually do allow interest-based advertising because:

I don't have much to hide

If they don't take my interests into account, the things they try to sell me because I'm a lady (albeit an NB one) over the age of 50 make me so fucking depressed I could scream but I don't have the energy. I would rather they know way too much about my Hot Topic purchases and robot and doll collections than get ads for ... what advertisers think old people stuff is. By all means display your incredibly unsettling knowledge of my id and sell me robots and things that look like robot dicks and fashion dolls and fancy clothes...instead of trying to sell me adult diapers and cheap insurance that actually isn't. And homeopathic remedies for problems that I may or may not actually have, but I also know that homeopathy is BULL$HIT.

Anyhow this is brought to you today by;

"Yes, shopping app, I would absolutely love to have that self-transforming remote control Grimlock, he is hella cool and very cute and I really do want him but....first you're going to have to find me the $1700 plus taxes and shipping that I will need to acquire before I can hit that button."

G-d help me if they ever do Soundwave with a little Ravage that comes out of his chest and also transforms.

In other news, Headmasters is still fucking stupid and I still fucking love it.

IDW did all this binary bonding with aliens stuff. I actually do find "Fortress Maximus can turn into a giant head and make his spaceship sapient" much easier to understand.

It's just the plots of this show that are dumb.

Giant Venus Flytrap in a San Francisco office building

Let's blow up Mars

Let's make a big important detailed plan and not tell Scourge and Cyclonus about it, because it's not like they're guaranteed to fuck everything up if we don't.

Kiss Players had a better plot than Headmasters, when they actually like, were doing the plot and not panty jokes.

Also I still after 20-odd years want to scream at Carly and Arcee in this show. I know it's a product of 1980s japan but like, if the grown men/male mecha are unable to do a job, it's frustrating to watch Carly send Daniel or Arcee send Wheelie to do it, because those are children and Arcee and Carly are not.

As a non-Chromedome-liker, I am also amused at how dumb he is in this show.

My brother has developed a new and annoying way of asking for money that I've already told him I don't have. He calls my mom and tells her that I won't help him, so then I have to tell her, too, that yes I just got paid, but they raised the price for the medicine I need to brain from $5 to $40 because they don't like the dosage my doctor prescribes, and the landlord has my rent cheque in hand and is presumably going to cash it, and I also need to eat.

She understands this, at least. I just feel bad for her.

I feel bad for him too, but nobody told him that he needed to rent a U-Haul and move the second he got his new lease without asking either of us if we could afford to help pay for it (we can't.)

[chiefhugo-slade]

They said I wouldn't be nothing Now they always say, "Congratulations" Worked so hard, forgot how to vacation They ain't never had the dedication People hatin', say we changed and look we made it Yeah, we made it

Birthday — September 18th 1991 Zodiac Sign — Virgo Sun, Capricorn Moon, Scorpio Rising MBTI — ESTP Enneagram — Type 1 Primary Vice — Ruthless Primary Virtue — Loyal Element — Earth

Overview:

Mother — May Slade (deceased) Father — Amos Slade Mother’s Occupation — Livestock Vet Father’s Occupation — Swynlake Game Keeper Family Finances — upper class - profitable ranch Birth Order — Only child Brothers —  N/A Sisters — N/A Other Close Family — Grand parents (deceased) Harrison & Ethel Slade Best Friend — TBD Other Friends — Winston Devroe, Maximus, Ralph Enemies —  TBD Pets — Shift - 2yr old irish wolf hound Home Life During Childhood — very loving and close family life until his mother died then Amos turned a bit cold Town or City Name(s) — Swynlake, UK What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — large bedroom with dark wood accents. A bunk bed with plaid sheets most of his childhood until secondary. Walls covered in ribbons and trophy shelved Any Sports or Clubs — rodeo bull rider, football, and rugby Favorite Toy or Game — any game outside Schooling — went to Swynlake secondary and went to University of Wyoming for college. Studying agriculture and ag business. Favorite Subject — natural sciences Popular or Loner — always popular without even trying even when he was young . Nationality — English Culture — English with American highlights Religion and beliefs — undecided

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim —  Charlie hunnam Complexion — tanned yes light complectionn Hair Colour — Naturally Blonde Eye Colour — bright blue Height — 6’1 Build — Tall, slightly stocky, toned Tattoos — brand of his rodeo number 187 Piercings — none Common Hairstyle — shaggy cut always brushed back with his hands Clothing Style — laid back normally jeans and a tshirt or a plaid button down, always willing to dress up for parties and wear funny costumes if needed Mannerisms — charming smile and judgy eyes Usual Expression —

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — cannot remember the last time he was sick Physical Ailments — recently broke his femur during a bull riding accident; currently on the mend Neurological Conditions — none Allergies —  none Grooming Habits — showers often and always makes sure he smells good Sleeping Habits — either too much or too little Eating Habits — breakfast lunch and tea daily Exercise Habits —  he works out daily - but that could be an outside or 2 hours at the gym. Really needs a trainer. Emotional Stability — very short fuse and his emotions can range from rage to love Sociability — Very outgoing and not afraid to talk to anyone just doesnt mean it will always be nice Addictions — Nah Drug Use — no thanks  Alcohol Use — drinks often

Your Character’s Character:

Bad Habits — impulsive, has a bit of a temper, reckless, tends to over romanticize relationships at times  Good Habits — very determined, tenacious, head strong, Best Characteristic — hard working; is never going to give up no matter the cost Worst Characteristic — rude and abrasive when provoked   Worst Memory — when his mother passed away when he was 8. The cancer came fast and there was nothing they could do about it. Best Memory — when he won his first riding event when he was 6 years old. Proud of — his career, his connections, and his weed Embarrassed by —losing and not following his legacy Driving Style — safe but is known to off road at times Strong Points — passionate, dedicated Attitude — Indifferent, bossy, friendly Weakness — his pride Fears — failure Phobias — nothing serious Secrets — the giant weed field hidden inside the rance Regrets —too many to list Feels Vulnerable When - when someone truly sees him and talking about his mother Pet Peeves — incompetence Conflicts — tbd  Motivation — to be the best of the best Short Term Goals and Hopes — to heal and get back to riding, take over his job successfully Long Term Goals and Hopes — to find a girl willing to live with his lifestyle, open his own school for riding in the UK Sexuality — straight but ally Day or Night Person — both Introvert or Extrovert — Extrovert! Optimist or Pessimist — both  Greatest Want — first place Greatest Need — acceptance

Likes and Styles:

Music — EDM, pop music, rap music, anything trendy Books —not much of a reader Foods —  any and all meat, carrots, snacks and snack and snack Drinks —beer, coke, and water but it has to be cold Animals — dogs, horses, and bears Sports —  professional bull riding Social Issues — Moderate but will switch sides depending on who he is talking to Favorite Saying — doesn't really have one Color — shades of blue Clothing — jeans and a tshirt, trendy, fun outfits Jewelry — no jewlery Games — not much of a game guy TV Shows — suits, mayor of kingstown, cop shows, action, comedies, anything on HBO Movies — War Movies, Chick Flicks, and comedies

Where and How Does Your Character Live Now:

Home — Hidden Canyon Ranch Household furnishings — rustic farm house furniture that has been part of the ranch for years Favorite Possession — his Bronco Most Cherished Possession — a framed picture of his mother when she was in her early 20s Neighborhood — the farmlands Town or City Name — Swynlake Married Before — No Significant Other Before — perpetually single unfortunately Children —  None!  Relationship with Family — Very close with his father. Always seeking his approval. Misses his mother and thinks about her often. The rest of his family is deceased. Car — Ford Bronco Career —  Game Keeper, Professional Bull Rider Dream Career —  Professional Bull Rider and after that he doesn't know Dream Life —  Ranch life Love Life —  single and ready to mingle  Talents or Skills — bull riding, shooting, fighting, and he would say dancing Intelligence Level — very smart almost too smart but does not let it show Finances — family money

[writer59january13]

Learning when/how to close seat then...

flush... the toilet with good frisson!

Bull leave me you, though how bison teen and juvenile from a sixty four year old married male no less!

(alternately titled long windedly using lower case letters: no matter tidily bowled over based

upon real events, perhaps subject devoid

of literary merit and/or taste

no embarrassment, cuz I got nothing to cover despite precious time going to waste).

Analogous to constipation,

constitutes full term pregnancy, perhaps umpteenth or first, which former offal bodily function I durst

mention, said subject doth stink,

yet... exercising bowel applicative, constrictive, effective, exhaustive, gesticulative, instinctive,

massive, oppressive, qualitative, quantitative, significative and unitive

(beg to differ if ye think me perverse)

both scenarios prone to stress and strain,

difficulties can arise evacuating bowels gluteus maximus muscles severely pursed,

radiating sharp stabbing sensations behind junk in trunk quarters felt

until bulging temple veins ready to burst,

where piles of hemorrhoids foul rectum tortured and accursed

necessitating Judas Priest well versed to issue last rites while

appropriate official dull livers worst

news to missus, whose inconsolable sympathies nursed,

nevertheless bit torrent of sorrow

honor alone time with grateful dead

subsequently finds medical personnel disbursed,

privately newly minted widow mourning

tears for fears immersed

bemoaning sudden permanent absence

gone fore e'er foremost farter figure first

instance obliterated, when posterior

uproariously (actually not funny)

inflicted hemorrhage emergency,

die hard ludicrous poet (me) experienced all expense chauffeured ride in hearst

aforementioned purportedly roughly comparable, courtesy hearsay, when hypothetical woman with child,

(here, I metaphorically paraphrase)

as maven ready to take aim giving birth

(nine months after satiating

hankering call of the wild buzzfeeding miracle worker whipped thirst,

and temporarily appeased

inherent maternal yearning

to beget offspring, then... off to races

sprinting at greased lightning speed

amazingly enough slightly protruded womb,

(among other fledgling and/or practiced moms avid runners

all touted as winners relay race crossing

finish line simultaneously

comprising distance measuring more'n verst.

[engineer-gunzelpunk]

MAXIMUS!!!!!!! THE BIGGER BOY! So furry and soft! @ohjeeztrains beautiful big boy by @sodorsteam

SO @ohjeeztrains and i were talkin’ bout his monster engines and my teratomas and like… ‘WHAT IF WE SWITCHED BEASTS’ SO….

MAXIMUS TERATOFORM SKETCH HAPPENED!!

he’s like 40 feet tall and a shmillion tons of muscle and soft and he IS HERE TO PARTY RESPONSIBLY ON THE RAILS.

[yourkingmob]

Waltorious Maximus Lambeth (1950-2014)

“Lo, there do I see my father. / Lo, there do I see my mother, / and my sisters, and my brothers. / Lo, there do I see the line of my people, / Back to the beginning!

Lo, they do call to me. / They bid me take my place among them, / In the halls of Valhalla! / Where the brave may live forever!”

I remember the first time I met Walt. He invited me out to train at his Dojo, firing out the same invite that he gave to QBone some time before, concluding the email with "Things start at 1pm around on sundays. If you get lost: p/c to Osaekomi/Mr. Lamb (313) xxx-yyyy."  I walked into an old barn, with a stout looking Judoka talking someone through a kata garuma as classic rock played on the boom box in the corner.  He welcomed me in, a long haired lanky mofo in wrestling shoes and a Champion shirt like I belonged there, and then promptly fed me to the wolves.

That was the first of many lessons from Walt: how to get through that gut check, take a pounding from the aces and still present some game against the droogs and come back for more.

Walt stood as the head of Metro when I was there, not taking as a direct hand in instruction as Q did, but he still took time to tighten up my classical judo: how to drop right underneath to hit the drop seoi properly, how to switch out into combination to o-soto and how to do the belt-pin from north south. He also gave me tons of tips on how take my wrestling and further combine it with judo, since he had done much the same with Q.

He showed me the roughneck side of judo too: how to growl in your opponent's ear while trying to turn someone over for a pin and then pretend that mate was called and hit the collar choke when they peek up at the ref.  He also taught me how to pop the head up under the chin when chasing a single leg, or how to drive the side of your head into someone's nose when attacking with a kouchi or ouchi-gari.

He also taught me that "Mutual Welfare and Benefit" sometimes meant a cooler full of Heineken after hours of hard randori and shooting some bull over some brews.

Finally, he also taught me to put away the childish boy-band that was The Beatles and learn that there was a Rolling Stones before Mick met Bowie, and it was loud, shaking, gritty and roughneck... just like Walt.  While many of us were from a generation far after him, he still enjoyed rocking out to the rock bands we listened to like Buckcherry.  He drank up life and stoked the fire beneath his crew of champions he had gathered.

Besides being a teacher, Walt had his humorous side.  His sense of humor was infectious and oversized, like his generosity.  So many times, I'd get some sort of off-color joke sent to me in email, some bit of cheesecake or inappropriate anecdote sent to my email, I had to make sure I didn't open his emails at work. Otherwise, while my boss was looking over my shoulder, there'd be some huge breasted amazon on my screen.  His jokes and made up stories about "little itchy" always had me smirking.

In many ways, Walt was a viking skald, a story teller of great skill and deftness. His countless stories of growing up doing judo and putting the lumps on a bully turned presidential candidate, high school as a greaser and trouble-maker, his college years as Big Ten judo champion in 1972 and getting in brawls with his roommates, all told in his boisterous, jovial manner.  I looked forward to his emails regaling us on some wild exploit or crazy situation he found himself waist deep in, in the crazy adventure that was his life.

While Walt was loud and rough edged, he was also incredibly kind, open and generous.  Metro wasn't exactly a self sustaining money generating endeavor.  We all did our parts to pay into the club what we could and donate gear to keep the team equipped, but it was Walt who was keeping the thing rolling, getting us the mat space, organizing travel even getting sponsors for the Droogs roll out to Grappler's Quest, something that made the 'Metro Fight Club' name legendary outside of Michigan.  He also welcomed all comers.  I remember early on, when I brought my partner in crime Ick with me, he greeted him by picking him up in a fireman's carry and doing squats with him.   While I was struggling through university, he helped me score an Adidas gi so I could compete in the Great Lakes and when one of my friends accidentally ended up with a gi bottom that he borrowed, Walt just told him to keep it.  Anytime anyone needed just a little push or some help, Walt was there to keep things moving.

Waltorious Maximus Lambeth, you were a giant among men and you will be forever remembered for your kindness, humor and knowledge. With your helmsman ship, your droogs became feared and respected far and wide, all while making us feel like we were part of the best rock band ever.  I am honored to even have met you, let alone be called one of the droogs and deemed worthy of rank.

You are terribly missed, droog.

Until Valhalla,

[notastraykid]

Okay so some people have asked about Z. So below the cut is the story of Zeusimus Maximus.

May be triggering? But happy ending, right?

He's a failed foster. I am a failure.

One of my good friends who I sing with is an animal welfare inspector (RSPCA). I have many, many animals. I think 9 pets at the last count. A lot of them are due to her.

Anyway she posted a plea in group chat in February and asked if anyone can foster this poor boy as she didn't want him in kennels.

He was found in an abandoned house surrounded by his waste. He has been eating... Stuff... that he could find in the house.

The owner claimed that he wasn't starved, he was going back to the house every day to feed him (uh huh) and he's thin because he is ~old. I mean there is more to the story but I'm not privy to say. They claim he has been there for about 2 weeks.

Anyway. I saw the photos and cried. I sent the photos to my boss and she cried. She loves dogs more than life and she knows I adore them, too.

She said I could bring him into work every day to care for him and if anyone complained she would overrule them. It was just until he got better and rehomed. He was really poorly. He didn't even have the strength to keep his wee wee in it's sleeve and had to always wear a coat in case people thought I was mistreating him. Also... The cold.

Now. I'm allergic to dogs and cats. But for some reason, I'm fine with Z. Is it a sign? I don't know. Not complaining.

So he was getting his weight back on, coming out of his shell, acting like a puppy. Every time someone brought up interest of taking on ownership I sobbed like a bitch. Like, snotty, face swelling, disgusting sobs.

A private work chat happened behind my back and they all agreed he could be the office support dog and that he was good for my bad mental health. If he got too old the boys would carry him upstairs to my office. My boss has set up a 'trust fund' for any vet bills. They knew that work was the only reason I couldn't keep him. He is just adored by all who meets him so of course they wanted me to keep him.

He sleeps under my desk on a orthopaedic bed and snores like a bull. Constantly hungry, I don't know how to change his eating habits. To be fair though, he can eat as much as he wants. I'll not deny him.

Z was 16kg in the first pictures. Boxer dogs are supposed to be around 25 to 30kgs. He was 23kg at last weigh.

He is more or less deaf and can only hear my whistles. When he moves for the first time after sleeps, he shakes his whole body from front to back. Know he has his.. Ahem.. Balls. So they make clacking sound when he shakes and his back legs look like he is Irish dancing. I wish I could capture it on a video. If I ever do, I'll post it.

He is so nosy and any open car door is an invite for him to take a seat. Busses and vans? He gets excited and look in all the windows. When it comes to walk time, he gets so excited he freaks out and tries to find a toy to take with us. Most of the time I can't get it out of his mouth so it comes with.

The identity chip tells me that he is 13 in September. The oldest these dogs live to is time 16 so he will have the best last few years with me.

He is like my shadow. I've lost my free time to this dog. I can't go anywhere or do anything because I have to look after him or can't leave him too long. He won't let me sleep in... He wakes up so early..! And as an insomniac, any sleep I get is precious. He is always eating and I am always on a diet or hungry.

I tell you what though, I wouldn't have it any other way.

[happyspookysteamer]

Iron Bovines! Part 1

So now I finally finished! Had a busy week and didnt really get around to drawing, but now I'm done and happy with the results!

@ohjeeztrains once mentioned that steam engines resemble bulls alot and I took it to heart😂

Maximus 29 belongs to @ohjeeztrains , I liked drawing him, it was alot of fun, he comes off as a typical Bull, big and soft but wont hesitate to put you in your place, but also likes scratches and treats

Leonhard the Bavarian G5/5. This class was nicknamed the Bavarian bull since he was considered the most powerful of his kind in Germany, designed to tackle the grades in northern Bavaria. He my best boi. Leo lives in the alps though so he is sporting typical festive "Almabtrieb" attire❤

Dont think I need to explain.

This is a Toby, seen here sitting with a lost stranger in the middle of nowhere

[ohjeeztrains]

Maximus; the Reliable Old Bull, always determined and won't be defeated

[grimini]

[stavrosskundromichalis]

Robot action continues!

Went with a more old school style on this battle scene involving Transformers G1-characters Fortress Maximus, Scorponok, Apeface, Razorclaw, Prowl and Horri-Bull

[fitzs-trained-monkey]

Chapter Three: If We Have Each Other.

~When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other then we'll both be fine. I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand. You should know I'll be there for you. I will always be there for you~

"Dude, we are in some serious jelly," I proclaimed as I paced around the small perimeter of the tree house.

"And that jam!" Isaac added from where he remained sitting at the table.

"Tight spot."

"Indeed!"

"Up a tree!" I supplied.

"Lost in the grass!" He offered. I swung around, shaking my finger at him.

"I'll tell ya what's grass, our- AAH FRACKLES!"  I had stepped on a stray nail in one of the floorboards. Hobbling my way back into my chair, I thunked my head against the table.

"But look at the bright side." Isaac leaned back in his chair. "Seeing as how our grand-theft-hairbrush is going viral and all, there is still a chance that me flipping the camera off could become a meme!" He pointed out. Slowly, I raised my head to stare at him.

"Are you kidding me right now?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.

"Consider it, Marty! All it took was five years being dead and now I'm finally fulfilling my life-long dream! If I'd known it was this easy, I would have killed myself a long time ago and spared me all that drama and emotional damage," Isaac smirked. I shook my head, my gaze drifted back to the Vader figure and snow globe sitting side-by-side on the shelf.

"Please don't talk like that Isaac," I sighed. Isaac's face fell.

"Sorry, I-I wasn't thinking," He apologized. I nodded.

"It's okay." It wasn't, but what more could be said when you didn't want to speak?

"Hey," Isaac spoke softly, ducking his head to get me to look at him, "Even if things go sour, I'm gonna be here for you. Just like I promised. Through thick and thin, remember?"

"Through thick and thin."

Smiling weakly, I repeated our life long mantra. I took a deep breath and focused back in on the problem.

"Alright, man. We gotta figure out a game plan. That video is gonna bring every hunter and their mom up here to ice our, or my, gluteus maximus. And if they know about the minimart then they know about the hospital. So, what's our play?"

"Well, I say you use your Sweet-Talkin' thing and talk any o'those alcoholic weirdos out of it," Isaac suggested. I shook my head.

"Isaac, you know how much I hate doing that."

Although it was a tempting idea, that wasn't something I wanted to mess with. If you start playing with the dark things, the dark things start playing with you. That wasn't a concept I liked, but Isaac would never understand that.

"I'm just saying it’s an option! And an easy one at that," Isaac pushed. I glared at him.

"I'm not doing that."

"It might come to it, Marty. I'm just saying as a plan C it-"

"The answer is no! Moving on." My tone killed and buried the subject. Isaac raised his hands in surrender.

"Fine. But misinformation is still our strongest tool. We should use it. Tell anybody who asks that it was all done on a computer," He conceded.

"Alright, that's plan A. What's plan B?"  Isaac's face twisted in thought. I let him do any and all planning when it came to telling a lie because he was so much better at making it convincing than I was. Isaac was the king of spouting believable bull crap. In fact, he would have made and excellent demon. That guy could probably get an angel to sell its soul for a box of holy doughnuts. When the idea hit Isaac's brain, I could almost see a light bulb light up above his head. He leaned forward, exited.

"Okay, I got it. We make up some BS story about a gay black dude who got chopped up by the ferry or something and the hospital wouldn't help him because all the doctors were racist homophobes, and it was the 50's." He nodded at me very seriously. Like I said, Isaac was king.

"That's is the worst, most ridiculous and stupid story I have ever heard," I told him. Isaac's nodding grew more excited. "It's perfect. They'll buy every word. Just one thing though, what about the mini-mart?" I pointed out.

Isaac opened his mouth before closing it again. Then he opened it. Then he closed it. Open. Closed. Open. Closed. This happened several more times before he finally came up with something good.

"So, our gay black guy was also a nice hobo dude and after he died he started stealing crap to give to his hobo buddies." Isaac gave me a thumbs up. I nodded.

"Okay, sounds good, sounds good. How do we explain me?" I splayed my hands. Isaac huffed and rolled his eyes, leaning back again and tucking his hands behind his head.

"Well, that’s easy. The camera never even caught a glimpse of your face, so you're his anonymous theft buddy slash item distributer!" He explained. I grinned at my fantastic phantasmal co-conspirator.

"Excellent, and of course nobody knows who the thief is. Especially not, innocent little me!" I chuckled at his brilliance.

"Exactly!" Isaac smirked.

"It's perfect! Except one last thing. We're gonna need some eyes and ears in on this. Someone to alert us when someone fishy comes lurking about," I said. Isaac nodded seriously.

"You're right. But who can we trust around here?" He asked. I could feel the smile split across my face.

"I can think of only one man for this job. A man as trustworthy as he is slimy. A man scrubbed clean by his own filth. A man so wonderful, words do him no justice!" I declared dramatically. Isaac was confused for a moment before realization dawned. His face fell.

"Please tell me you're not thinking what I think you're thinking."

"I think I am." I grinned. Isaac just sighed.

"Marty, no."

"Marty, yes!"

- 45 minutes later-

"Yo! Danny, my man! How's life?" I called out. Dan-the-Dope-Man looked up from...whatever it was he was doing outside Copper Harbor's one and only pharmacy. The pharmacy which he, in fact, owned. Honestly, I didn't want to know exactly what he had been doing behind the pile of cardboard boxes that were stacked up against the moldy brick. I figured it was better if I didn't. Dan smiled a grin that was missing two teeth.

"Marty! My worst customer and only friend! Life's good!" He greeted me, kicking a few of the boxes over to hide whatever suspicious activity it was that he had been up to. He winked and walked over to me, pushing his absolutely disgusting blond hair out of his face. "But, you know, business is betta'," He concluded.

I could never tell how tall Dan was, in this form especially. See, Dan-the-Dope-Man was a shapeshifter, though of course, no one else in the town knew that. That's how he was the owner of the pharmacy as well as a drug dealer. His other form, Jonathan De’ Santos, was the tall, 40-year-old, honest-looking Hawaiian man that ran the pharmacy. In this form, however, Dan was a somewhere-in-the-upper-five-foot-range Caucasian guy from Brooklyn with a thing against bathing. He said that the grungy, sewer-rat look was better for his side business. I wasn't sure how much of that I bought, but then again, who's gonna buy drugs from the guy who's supposed to make sure you don't destroy yourself with them.

"I bet it is!" I said, taking a step back when he reached me because, like I said, the guy had a thing against hygiene.

"This is a terrible, terrible idea," Isaac muttered, leaning on the wall to my left. I couldn't reply to him because although Dan knew what I was he didn't know about Isaac. So all I could do was give him a rude gesture behind my back. He saw it and stuck his tongue out at me.

"What can I do fo' ya, Marty?" Dan always pronounced my name as 'Mawty' at least in this form as it had a Brooklyn accent.

"Well, o' Danny boy, I have some rather bad news to deliver," I continued, "There might be some hunters coming to town soon."

Dan frowned; his eyes narrowed at me as he folded his arms over his chest.

"Well, that ain't good. Whatt'id ya do, Marty?" He asked. Sometimes Dan could be like my older brother, even if he didn't realize it.

"Woah, woah, woah! Who said I did anything?!" I defended. Dan just raised an eyebrow.

"You're always showin' off and ya know it," He said simply.

"He's right, you know," Isaac interjected. I wished I could tell him to shut his eidolic cake hole. It wouldn't have made much of a difference if I could, as he would still have continued talking, but the principle remained the same. Isaac was annoying. He needed to shut his mouth now and again. But I couldn't say that right now because he was a flipping ghost and ghosts are invisible. Mostly.

Ignoring Isaac, I opened my mouth to try to argue with Dan but quickly closed it again when found that I couldn't, because he was absolutely right. Now, I couldn’t admit that to him because Isaac was right here and that would be saying that he was right about something, and that was a thing I would never hear the end of.

"In regards," I started again.

"You'd just say 'regardless'," Isaac chimed in. I had to physically bite my tongue to keep from screaming at him to shut up.

"Regardless," I corrected. Isaac chuckled. I really needed to get myself some iron gauntlets or something so I could give his apparitional arse an involuntary appendectomy. Or just an iron ring so I could punch him in the face.

"Regardless, it wasn't me. This time. It was some attention seeking moron with a computer. That combined with my little hospital trips and you get something fishy looking." I finally managed to finish my sentence without Isaac chiming in.

"Well then ya betta' keep ya head down, Marty. I don' wan' ya gettin hurt." A dark look crossed over Dan's usually upbeat face. "Or worse," He finished.

"I know Danny, which is why I need you to do something for me," I said. Isaac sighed and face palmed but I ignored it.

"What?" Dan asked.

"I need you to watch out for any newcomers asking weird questions. I've got a plan if any hunters get too close to us, I just need to know who and where they are," I told him.

See, the pharmacy, the mini-mart, the bar, and the barber shop all sat across from each other at a four way intersection. Thus, Dan would have an excellent view of any hunter's first two targets. The origin of the supernatural activity, in this case the mini-mart, and the bar. He would be the perfect spy. Dan looked at me strangely.

"Say, Marty, you ain't plannin' on gankin' any a' dose' suckas' now are ya?" He asked, caution evident in his voice. I sighed, shaking my head internally. This was just another downside of being what I was. Everybody thinks you're a murderer. Though I knew I was far from innocent, I had never killed anyone. At least, anyone who didn't deserve it.

"Come on, Danny. In all the time you've known me, have I ever, er, ganked anyone?" I asked him, spreading my hands as if to catch the obvious answer.

"Well, no. But people can change," Dan pointed out. I rolled my eyes.

"Dan, I'm not gonna kill anyone. There, ya happy?" I said, only mildly aggravated. Isaac decided it was time to speak up again.

"You may not. But I will. If it comes to that. I won't let anybody hurt you, Marty. Not again. Not when I can do something about it."

I knew he was saying this now so I wouldn't be able to argue with him. Then I would forget and if he did kill someone Isaac would say he'd said he would. I ground my teeth together and reminded myself that it wasn't going to come to that. I wouldn't let it.

Meanwhile, Dan thought about what I'd spoken aloud.

"Yeah okay, but if anybody comes sniffin' I'm skippin', kay?" He agreed. I nodded.

"Okay, take care of yourself, Danny."

"You too, Marty." I smiled at him and began to walk away. Isaac pushed himself off the wall and trudged behind me, complaining loudly.

"Make sure you take care of yourself too, Issac! I'd hate myself if anything happened to you, Isaac! I wouldn't be able to survive without you, Isaac! Thanks Marty, your friendship means everything to me!" He said, sarcasm dripping from his voice. "Ugh! Why do I even bother?"

I smirked giving him the sign for 'I love you' behind my back.

"Aw shut up!"

But I knew he was smiling.

~So, I'm thankful for my sister even though sometimes we fight When high school wasn't easy, she's the reason I survived. I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry. I just wanna tell her that I'm always by her side. I just wanna tell her that...

The worlds not perfect, but it’s not that bad. If we've got each other and that’s all we have I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you When the world's not perfect When the world's not kind If we have each other then we'll both be fine I will be your brother and I'll hold your hand You should know I'll be there for you.

I will always be there for you.~

Lyrics from: If We Have Each Other by Alec Benjamin

[evolsinner]

⊱┊30

i don't need 'looking after'! i am perfectly capable of taking care of my own damn self. from the moment kayrem has walked back into our lives, he's been showing off. he's trying to prove his 'worth' to the family, and it's annoying the heck out of me!

first, he takes me away from isaac against my will, then he does this elaborate show of how much he still has an effect on me. i mean, the only reason i called him is that there was no one else to call!! and now he's brought a fucking dog for maxi? sucking up to father? it's not fair! he just doesn't get to be gone for this long and then have the easiest welcome back party.

i hate him!

after grumpily hopping out of the shower, i crash straight into bed. mum's doing overtime which means i'll get to see her first thing in the morning. this is good because i'm still figuring out what to say to her.

my parents always change roles, either one of them is too mad and the other is understanding or vice versa. so i guess she’s gonna be playing the ‘mad’ role tomorrow.

i slide out of bed and creep down the hallway, pausing at the source of the problem…in me.

"what are you doing?" i push the door further in.

without looking up from his crouching position, kayrem’s like, “the dvd player is jacked up. i'm tryna get it to work," and takes a gulp from his redbull.

"can't you wait till tomorrow to do it?"

"tomorrow can wait."

ugh, i never seem to make sense of his comebacks like these. just answer properly, jeez. "what are you tryna watch anyway?"

"get in the bed and you'll see," he grins.

the fuck? wait... i mean, i do kinda need to tell him something so..

"oh, and, shut the door. make sure to lock it too."

"'lock it'?" i stand there nervously.

"we don't want anyone walking in."

huh?

"if one of those scenes happen to come on," he adds like an afterthought.

"oh..." i shut the door and crawl into his bed, sitting up and crossing my legs. "why not just netflix and chill? that dvd player is pretty old; i don't think you can get it to work." i immediately shut my mouth, realising what i said could be taken the wrong way too.

he quits messing about with the player and looks over his shoulder at me with an amused frown, "huh?"

"i meant, like, watch a movie on the laptop. not..y'know. like, literally only a movie and nothing else."

"fine, i suppose you do have a point," he turns off the tv and dvd player before grabbing the laptop and climbing into bed with me. "fuck,” he taps away at the keys, “forgot it was flat.”

"can you just sleep with me instead?"

he raises his eyebrows, surprised.

"next to me! n~not with me!" i quickly clarify before laying down, all red and hot.

i hear the lid of the laptop shut, followed by a swift motion of a shirt being pulled off. the bed dips as a body lies down behind me. gradually, i feel warmth shifting closer to me and the smell of red bull breath. like magnets, we stick together. a hand weaves its way underneath my shirt and i tense up.

"relax," he coos.

his fingers trace over my mini love handles, nearing my belly button. i don't know if i want him to go higher or lower. slightly, i back up into him, rubbing my ass in circular motions on his dick. a grunt leaves his mouth, his hot breath hitting my nape. my respiration elevates and the follicles on my forearms stand up.

"sorry," i sigh.

"don't be. if you like it, keep doing it."

i back up into him further and rest my ass on his bulge. his hand goes higher, tracing the side of my boob, to my underboobs, then to the other side; forming a 'w' in the process.

"you're not wearing a bra.”

"..they're uncomfortable."

he slowly goes up the slopes of my boobs and runs his thumb over my tits, kneading them for a while. "you like this?"

"mhm.."

"how about this?" he skims his hand all the way down to the top of my panties.

i turn a little on my back and buck my hips up, desperately inching my body closer to his fingertips. he inserts his hand and goes past the stubble to reach my throbbing clit. now i can feel the pressure of his dick getting erect and also his hand on my pussy.

"here?" his finger hovers.

"y..yes.."

he tenderly presses down and a moan escapes my mouth.

"you're so sensitive, babysis," he whispers. "i haven't even started."

he rubs my button in a figure 8 which makes me squirm like a worm. his fingers slide in between my moist folds, massaging me, as they go back up again to torture my clit.

"kayrem, please, in..in me."

he puts his mouth next to my ear, "how many?"

"as many as you can fit.."

"on one condition, you have to call me by my middle name from now on, sis."

knots get created in my stomach. knots and crosses. clusters and ravels. memories and misery. no, this cannot be happening again. i was here to talk to him, not play with him.

"stop.”

"what?"

"lavanda," i pull his hand out, "i'm sorry."

he doesn't say anything, but i can tell he's not that happy. i turn to face him. he's lying on his back with an arm crossed behind his head, in a pensive mood. there's a sense of nostalgia dancing in his distant expression as he stares out the skylight. i cuddle up to him, laying an arm and a leg over his torso.

“missed my room,” he murmurs melancholically.

“yeah, think i liked it better as a guest room.”

“shut up,” he rolls his eyes. "…why did you come back, marie?"

"i have something to tell you."

he glances at me curiously with those hazel eyes. how can i get lost in them when i have the exact same colour? his other sleeveless arm lingers over the blanket. i shift closer to him so that my body gently presses into his. he’s warm.

"i'm pregnant."

nothing but tensive as hell silence fills the room.

finally, kayrem exhales loudly, his stomach deflating and my arm lowering with the motion. "why the fuck are you telling me that?" he shoves me away. "i don't care about the shit you do with him. i also don't appreciate you bringing his shit back here."

"your shit."

"what?" he faces me with a blank expression.

"it's yours."

he opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.

i sit up criss~cross applesauce. "that night when we did it, i..i haven't gotten my.." i clear my throat and start again. "i haven't gotten my..my.. ugh, sorry," i apologise, picking at my cuticles.

"it's okay. you can tell me. i’m your big brother," kayrem leans up on his elbow and stops me from fidgeting.

"i haven't gotten my period since. isaac said that he could deal with me being.." i gesture with my eyes to my tummy, "but he doesn't know that it's yours. and if he did, i don't know what he'll think of me. i just thought you should know before i did anything.”

“i..uhh…” kayrem scratches the back of his head. "do you know how far along you are?"

i shake my head.

"have you been to the doctors?"

i shake my head again.

"jesus, marie, have you done anything for it?"

no…

"i'm taking you to the docs tomorrow, i don't care," and he slumps back down.

"what, no!"

"you're going."

"i'm not!"

"like, hell."

"for fuck's sake!" i throw my hands up in the air. "i'm not keeping it, okay!”

he glares at me, trying to remain pragmatic, "i'm pretty sure this is the hormones talking, not you."

"don't you dare blame this on the hormones!"

"fine then," he spits out, "why even tell me all this when you could've gotten rid of it back there?! huh!?"

"because you had the right to know,” i murmur sadly.

he closes his eyes and shakes his head with a sigh, "you don't have to get rid of it because of how it came to be. it's selfish..heedless."

i shrug.

“if you’re worried about mother and father, don’t be. as long as i’m here, nobody can hurt you.”

yet he hurts me from simply uttering those weighty words.

"you can still give it up, but don't kill it.”

"we need to… incest and stuff. it’ll look like an alien.”

“incest or love?”

“i don’t love you, loser.”

“listen, we made the risk the moment we decided not to use..” he stops himself, clearly agitated. “anyways, the point is, marie, you're not a killer. you're nowhere close to being like him."

“what did you say?”

"nothing.”

“no, you said something, tell me.”

“dang it," kayrem rolls his eyes frustratedly. "i wasn't supposed to say anything till morning."

"what are you talking about?"

"hey," he grips my hand softly. "c’mon, let's go to sleep."

"no," i snatch my hand back. "i don't want you touching me right now."

he scoffs, "for real?"

i stare at him.

“whatever, get some sleep," and he turns on his other side, throwing the blanket over himself.

"i hate you, kayrem, i really do."

no answer.

i was about to leave his stupid room when the door sways open quietly.

"rosé, are you in here?" maxi's fragile voice wonders.

"buddy, what's up?" kayrem lifts his head up.

"wasn't talkin' to you," maxi mumbles.

"maxi, what happened?" i ask him.

"rosé," he says with relief when he hears my voice, "i..i had a nightmare and it was... it was..." he breaks into tears before having the chance to finish his sentence.

"naw, baby, come here," i hold my arms out.

"it was really scary!" he squeals and runs to me.

"it was just a nightmare, maxi, a bad dream," i console him, wiping his tears away. "it's not real. you have nothing to worry about, i promise."

"can i sleep with you guys, please?" he asks innocently.

“let’s go to my room, okay?”

"of course," kayrem grips my arm. "jump in, maximus. you can sleep in the middle, between me and marie."

"the... the house was on fire," maxi lays down, and i pull the covers over him. "i couldn't find you, rosé. i couldn't find mummy or daddy or kayrem too. when i looked out the window, i saw all of you standing there and smiling at me."

"jesus..." kayrem mutters.

"you know us, maxi," i sweep his locks to the side. "we would never leave you if the house was ever on fire. that wasn't us in your dream. they just looked like us."

"but you left me ~ twice, already."

i have trouble replying, sorta embarrassed, and give kayrem a glance.

"hey, bud, it was just a nightmare, alright?" he decides to step in for me. "nightmares can scare you, but they can't hurt you."

"see, you're safe with us," i add. "now go to sleep," i kiss him on the forehead. "kayrem and i will make sure the monsters can't come and get you."

"yeah, lil bro, your sister and i...we have our ways," he sends me a wink.

ew.

maxi nods, sobbing in my chest, and tries to fall asleep.

"what the fuck kind of movies have you been letting him watch lately?!" i hiss at kayrem.

"just an ep or two of supernatural," he informs me. "didn't think it'd be that bad."

"you didn't think..??" i shake my head in irritation. "you're such an idiot..!"

after 10 minutes or so, i can hear little snores coming from maxi.

kayrem puts his arm across maxi and rests the hand at the end of it on my waist. "kinda like seeing you like this," he whispers. "all protective of him. turns me on...a little."

i punch his shoulder, "nothing's gonna happen between you and i with him here. now shush, you're gonna wake him."

with my eyelids closed, the scent of red bull breath comes even closer, and before i know it, a pair of wet lips have enveloped over mine. i am caught a bit off guard because, like, our little brother is with us, and what if he wakes up? however, this doesn't seem to bother my big brother in the slightest.

there's something mellow about the kiss. it makes me feel safe and sound. i try not to make a sound or get lost in it, but i'm kinda losing it already. he tastes of sin, taurine and the colour red if red had a taste. he sticks his hand under my shirt, egging me on. we're both lowkey squishing burrito maxi in the process.

"fuck, stop, stop..!" i quickly retract.

"he's asleep," kayrem says calmly. "he ain't seein' nothin'," and attempts to find my lips again.

"i don't care. goodnight."

a moment later, kayrem snuggles his head inches away from mine and is like, "this could be us, you know. keep it, please.”