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[superm4ks]

Mclaren apparently had to change all of their rear wings??

Not now baby we’re talking about how max verstappen outsmarted his title rival wid slower pace to secure a podium which is illegal because u can’t do that because . Well u see. You can’t actually race in f1 using like the pedals and the track not many people know this but if u have any battle for position that’s not like open and close drs for 5 laps fans are allowed to perform citizens arrests on professional racing drivers wid 3 world championships

[stealingyourbones]

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You get Lex Luthor being Capitalism!

[idolkilling]

People who leave detailed tags on my art you will always be cherished 🥺 <3

[team-avia]

If it's possible for all the members of the team to respond, i want an answer from each one. What route do you recommend? Im so torn between Daniela, Bela, Donna and Angie i just need a route recomandation

(If you see a similar ask from me, it's most likely because i didnt see the first one going through)

I definitely recommend Angie as an underdog route that will blindside you

arlanorr

I recommend Bela for the emotional damage

bee

Donna for the adorableness + angst

cinders

All up to your tastes of course! Personally, I'd go for my beloved Donna because I am a Donna fan and she is a precious bean who needs love. Now if you're also like me and can go the opposite spectrum from "precious bean" Donna to, "will look at you in disgust and crush you with red bottom heels" Miranda, then we're best buds. Bet you thought I was going to say Lady D but I am a Donna and Miranda lover. With a talented team of writers, it's hard to recommend a route so go wherever your heart takes you! I hope you enjoy all of them. 🖤

vizzi

if you like getting bullied or prefer grounded, darker romances, go for bela and miranda! if you want something sweeter, go for cass, angie and dani!

finch

[eclairfair98]

“I lost my father to a war, Tom,” he whispers, heat pressing down on his shoulders, burning the inside of his ribs, slamming into the pit of his roiling stomach. “I know flying’s dangerous. Better than most people, I’d think.”

And he sees it then. The purple sun rising across the horizon. Its faint light glancing across the slope of Dad’s brow, catching in his close-cropped hair, bouncing off his wide grin. Sees Dad’s face every time he got a perfect score on a test. Won a prize at the science fair. Outran every single one of his classmates.

Sees the warmth of pride, of happiness that lit up his eyes. Made them shine. Made Pete think that he could shine, too.

“Why do you want to be a naval aviator?”

Despite himself, he reaches out a tentative hand and touches Tom’s cool cheek. Brushes his fingertips down the slope of his strong jaw, wishing he could banish the stress from his expression.

Tom’s hands still, then crumple into tight fists as his eyes harden into pools of ice.

“I want to serve my country. Be a part of something bigger than myself. Honor my family—” Tom says, and that’s it, isn’t it? It’s that simple.

“Then why is it that I can’t do the same for my country? For my family?” he interrupts, knowing that Tom has to see reason now. That it’s all so very simple when you put your mind to it. “Don’t you see, Tom? If my father was here today. If he was alive… he would’ve been so proud of me.”

Pete hastily wipes the wetness rolling down his cheeks. Tastes the saltwater on his lips.

If he was here today. If Dad was alive. I wouldn’t even be here.

There’s stars dancing in front of his eyes, and he can make out each individual pin-prick of light. A dazzling, blistering white. Like Magnesium burning in the air with a brilliant, luminous flame.

Tom’s silent for several seconds, his eyes dark, almost black in the dim light of their bedroom. “I think if your father was here today, he wouldn’t want his only child to fly in active combat. To risk getting shot down, or captured, or killed.”

The rings on his left hand feel a lot heavier than they did an hour ago, like they weigh a thousand tons each. Like they’re rusted metal chains shackling him to the cold, lifeless ground.

“You keep talking as though we’re actually at war,” Pete says. You’ve no idea what Dad would’ve wanted for me, Pete thinks. You didn’t know him. You don’t even know me. Not really. “The Cold War’s practically over.”

“I guess we should write Brezhnev, then. Wonder how long it’ll take them to tear down the Iron Curtain now that you’ve declared the War’s over.” Tom deadpans, his voice flatter than Pete’s ever heard it. Unwavering gaze flickering down to his belly before settling on his tear-stained face. “You know this isn’t just about the Cold War, Pete. As long as we’ve had history, there has been combat. We aren’t going to enter an era of world peace just because our military has started commissioning omegas.”

“You’re being a hypocrite. You do realize that, don’t you?” Nausea burns the pit of his stomach. Punishing and hot. His chest aches like someone’s taken a sledgehammer to it, ragged breaths rapidly burning his insides. “You stand there and talk about the dangers and unpredictability of war when you’re fully prepared to serve in one, if and when duty calls. I’m supposed to live with the knowledge of not knowing when you might be sent off to combat. Deal with it as a part and parcel of my life. But God forbid, I ask you to do the same for me—”

“I shouldn't have to be the one to tell you that alphas and omegas would be taking on a very different set of risks going into active combat duty,” Tom bites out. His expression’s a mask but Pete can see the carefully-restrained fear in his eyes. An emotion so out of place on Tom’s face, it almost stuns him speechless. “Say you get shot down over enemy lines one day. Say you don’t go out in a blaze of glory as you might imagine… What then, Pete? Do you know what the prisoners of war lived through at Hanoi? Do you have any idea how bad it got for them? Imagine how much worse it could get for an omega…”

“What are you saying?”

Pain sparks through the base of his skull, making him drop his head down and press his clammy fingers to his brow. It feels as though he’s slowly being ground into dust. These days, it always feels that way.

How much worse could it get?

“Please, don’t make me spell it out for you,” Tom whispers, somehow instinctively knowing that Pete doesn’t understand. That he hasn’t thought about getting shot down. About getting captured. Getting killed.

“Everyone’s gotta die someday, right?” His throat hurts from the effort it takes not to cry. He closes his eyes. Thinks about his life. The seemingly endless hours spent at home alone. Doing laundry. Washing dishes. Dusting shelves. Throwing up until he’s sobbing from the relentless pain in his head. Thinks about the second line on his test. Bright pink and impossible to ignore.

About how maybe, there are worse things than death. Than being eighteen and feeling like your life’s over already. Than not being where you want to be.

Even if it doesn’t feel that way.

“I could die five months from now. Or in five years. Or fifty. That’s not upto me, Tom. Some things are just… out of our control. But what I can do is make my life matter. Make it worth something. I want to learn. I want to grow…”

I want all of the same things you do.

“And I want all of those things for you. I want you to study. I don’t care about how much it costs us, as long as you get to learn. I want to do things your way. When we got married, I promised myself we’d do everything your way—” Tom pauses for a moment. Weighs what he’s about to say next. Seems like he doesn’t want to say it but soldiers on anyway, jaw set in a tense line. “But you need to stop chasing ghosts, Pete.”

Something cold and heavy swoops up from Pete’s belly. Settles on his chest. Presses hard against his ribs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

The heavy feeling worsens. Squeezes his lungs. Sharp and unkind. Almost like he’s cracked a rib.

“I think you do.” Tom’s mouth twitches, and he looks away. Runs a hand across his tired face, looking much older than his twenty-one years. His Annapolis ring glints a caustic blue in the dim light. A potent reminder of all the things in the world that just aren’t meant for Pete. “You don’t need to join the Navy to make your life matter. You don’t need to seek validation in what you think your father would’ve wanted for you—”

“Fuck you.” His stomach wrenches and he presses his hands over his abdomen, struggling not to vomit. It takes him a moment to realize that he’s angry. To recognize the raw, painful thing lurking under his sternum. To give it a name. Tom takes a step towards him, concern flickering across his face, bleeding into his ice-cold eyes. And Pete leans away. Lets the tepid air rush in between them. “Fuck you, Tom.”

Because that’s his father. That’s his life. His dreams Tom’s talking about so callously. Dismissing like Pete’s just a lost little child who doesn’t know right from wrong. Doesn’t know what he wants. Who doesn’t know himself.

“Yeah, fuck me.” Tom sucks in a breath. His next exhale a little bit sharper. A lot less steady. He stares down at Pete’s bloodless fingers still clutching the flat of his belly, before looking up and meeting his eyes. Wistful and angry and resigned. “But that’s how we got ourselves into this situation. Didn’t we, Pete?”

[cflight]

[raph-reign17]

Deciding against the chinchillas be like:

(@captain-ryans-no1-fan @the-party-dude @stella-kessho-reporting-for-duty)

[famiglia-lealta]

Sorry I've been relatively quiet as of late - been throwing myself at work as a way of dealing with writing anxiety / being in an online space anxiety. I've been working on Neri's Persephone drawing on and off as well as preparing to travel to spend a night in the city to see a Stephen Fry show. Pretty exciting, since he's a source of literary inspiration.

[rick-tick-tock]

How's everyone? Yall getting along?

The Host starts off by saying they are all doing well, apart from Oz having a crisis due to Dave’s appearance. — Host Isaac

I don’t think it’s really my fault I got tied to him. Didn’t mean to cause a problem though :/ -Dave (it’s okay bub -L)

Oz has gone a little quiet, sorting out what’s him and what’s Dave, but he still pops in to comment on random things so he’s alright. -Doc

We all get along pretty well, especially since the void is pretty large (not Void, THE void) so there’s space if someone doesn’t wanna interact with others. Everyone was debating on who got to answer this and you inevitably got multiple :) thanks for the ask! -Shawn

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Just a normal girls talk in the middle of the night ✨️✨️✨️ love you bestie, thanks for not letting me be silly alone 💛✨️

Ferran es un tierno nene de 5🤭😭

[ahappyphjl]

for the 'boyfriend' anon not to bring up BIG again (even tho I will do so at any given opportunity) but I think the whole section on labels works for this thought as well. He talks about the limitations of labels which explains the poetic musings we get on their relationship, because maybe nothing seems to be quite fitting. and Dan mentions how labels aren't really something he cares about and even finds restrictive sometimes so I could very well imagine this extends to relationships as well - sam 🌻

yes yess very well said!! it does make sense that he wouldn’t care much about a relationship label, the way he doesn’t necessarily need sexuality and/or gender identity labels. i think phil either has a similar mentality or it’s just that he respects dan’s preferences and has adopted them as well. but obv only they know the real answer, i just see how special their connection is and so to me it seems like something as simple as words might never be exactly right.

and never a bad time to bring up BIG, it’s such an important video, a masterpiece rly 🥹

[idyllic-affections]

🌻 ure better than me because i just saw One furina neuvie take that annoyed me and literally decided to never open the furina tag again ☹️

half joking obviously because i will appear in the tag to look at pretty fanart anyway but. im allergic to bad character opinions so sometimes i try to avoid them altogether AHABSNJ maybe because i tend to have more morally grey characters as my favs... so opinions about them differ. except sometimes they are genuinely wrong

one of my favs has like. an entire tag "canon (character)" that is dedicated to discussing "canon him" and not the one his stans talk about but... surprise... the said tag was full of misinterpretations and just wrong understanding of his character. make it make sense ah 😔

it takes so much patience and conscious effort to be so gracious about shitty takes. bc believe me i saw that furina take and my brain immediately went "*BUZZER SOUND* WRONG STFU DO NOT POST ABOUT FURINA EVER AGAIN ❌️❌️❌️❌️❌️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️" 🙏

op admitted to not liking furina so i feel like that affected the nature of their take HAHA me personally though i just don't post about characters i don't like. you will never see me post a wriothesley take because i KNOW my take would be shitty since i dislike him very much. meanwhile i just posted a xianyun take because i love her

HELP NOT THE "canon (character)" TAG AND THEN IT'S ALL JUST FANON THAT'S SO. HELP??!?!?!?!??? JUST POST IN THE NORMAL TAG AT THAT POINT

[idolkilling]

WTF THANK YOU FOR 69+ FOLLOWERS !!! 🥳💕

[southfarthing]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. if you get one back, even better! 💖💜💖💜💖

thank you so much!!! ☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

[ryukyuin]

I think Tumblr ate my answer... Was my ask even sent?? I hate that I can't check 😭

-🌻 anon

NO PLEASSEDFJISL I JSUJFTR GOT DISTRACTERSD WRITING HELGP ME !! hgdfjk i'm not going back to fix all that but dw !!

[cflight]

realizing too little too late I need to resize all my icons because they're so big NOOOO-