#scotti bros

[deadthehype]

I think this was the first and only time we've seen Pops (John Witherspoon) break character on this show.

[666jevil]

Im learning more about bible yaoi thanks to jayvik

[classycookiexo]

[kosite]

scott and his sheep🫶

[koolkat9]

🐣⭐️

🐣 my favorite parent/child dynamic

I couldn't choose between Matthew and Alastair and Matthew and Arthur. But honestly I like them best as a trio with Allie calling Arthur out on his poor parenting and making sure Matthew has one constant parental figure in his life. But Arthur, for all his faults genuinely comes to care for Matthew (after getting over his gripes of Matt looking so much like Francis) and Francis kind of left the bar on the floor for Matthew's expectations of a father. At least Arthur is there more consistently and understands him and his likes more than Francis did.

⭐️ my favorite set of siblings

I technically answered this here. But I'll share my second favourite set of siblings the German Bros (even if I see them as more father/son, but even then, they still call each other brother because Gil feels too anxious with the father son labels)

[rvspecter]

THE WAY SHE SAYS LEGENDARY

[alexanderossis]

Boyfriends who get disqualified together, stay together

[belles1011]

pitlane princess xoxo

(pato o'ward/alexander rossi; colton herta/kyle kirkwood; josef newgarden/scott mclaughlin; callum ilott/marcus armstrong; david malukas/alex palou; T-rated; 4.5K; chapter 1/3)

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In the high-stakes, high-speed world of the IndyCar paddock, the drama isn't just on the track.

When an anonymous figure, calling themselves "Pitlane Princess", begins leaking scandalous texts to the entire paddock, the drivers are forced to face the secrets they thought were private.

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I was so inspired by @userkritaaay sending me the original gossip girl fic from the 2009 grid (linked on the fic), that my brain spiralled into making an IndyCar-based one!!

I look forward to your guesses of who pitlane princess is 😉

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

🎃Wesley L. Pumpkins🎃

Any Questions?

[blamemma]

danielricciardo: Great night with @.okx_official. Excited to visit their new office in Oz when it opens 👏🏼

[rbr4c1ng]

losing my mind over the bus bros drama. how are they gonna go from deepthroating rainbow cake at disney and laying in alex’s bed together to barely speaking anymore. i’m sick to my stomach.

[rizz-penguin]

as u can see ive been boburnhaming

[flower-power3487]

bus bros screenshot reveal:

[milflewis]

not even five minutes into the first bus bros episode and one of the lads has already gotten the other one to strip and put on clothes that he bought for him. formula one could never

[koolkat9]

Count Your Blessings

Rating: T

Relationship: England + Canada + Scotland

Word Count: 776

Read on AO3

Chapter 5

“Surprise! I’m home,” Alastair called through the empty halls.

There was no reply. Strange. Arthur wasn’t someone who went out often, especially in the middle of the day. He headed to the living room.

“You better not have done anything stupid while I was–”

Alastair froze when he spotted Arthur fast asleep with a young Matthew curled up to his side, sleeping as well. Maybe he was still asleep on the plane. He had to be dreaming. All he could do was just stare at the perplexing scene, searching for answers that weren’t there.

After a few minutes, he finally snapped out of the shock, rage jump-starting him as it sparked through his body.

Alastair stormed over to the couch, shoving Arthur awake, but mindful of not waking Matthew.

Arthur jerked, babbling nonsense as his brain caught up. When he finally met Alastair’s gaze, he tensed up, eyes flying open wide, fully alert, and awake all of a sudden.

“Alas–”

“What the hell did you do?” Alastair growled, eyes hard, jaw clenched, suppressing the urge to strangle him.

But Arthur didn’t seem to mind it too much and instead looked down towards Matthew who was starting to stir. He hushed him, combing his fingers through the boy’s hair until he finally settled again.

He turned back to Alastair, eyes burning. “I swear if you wake Matthew up–”

Alastair snorted bitterly. “Says the one who turned our kid into a literal kid.”

“Jumping to conclusions. Typical.”

“Really now? Then tell me, how did a hulking young adult become a wee thing like this?”

Arthur opened his mouth, eyes still defiant, but nothing came out but a strangled noise from the back of his throat. He closed his mouth, pink tinting his cheeks.

Alastair tilted his head. “Hmm…interesting.”

“I didn’t mean to…” Arthur said lowly.

“Excuses.”

“I really didn’t,” Arthur repeated, louder this time.

Alastair just shook his head, about to hiss back, when there was a small groan. Both Alastair’s and Arthur’s attention snapped towards Matthew. The boy gave a big yawn, stretching his arms over his head. His eyes cracked open, blinking away sleep. He froze when Alastair came into view. Like a deer caught in headlights.

Alastair immediately softened, crouching down so as to not tower over him and scare him more. “Hey…it’s okay. It’s just Uncle Allie.” He gestured for him to come over.

Hesitantly, Matthew slunk off the couch and stood in front of his uncle, fiddling with his hands.

“Did I scare you?” Alastair asked in a whisper.

Matthew cautiously nodded.

“I’m sorry.”

A small smile spread across Matthew’s face. “It’s okay.”

Alastair shook his head. “It’s not okay. I should have kept my temper in check around you.”

Matthew scrunched up his nose, eyes squinted. Thinking. Eventually, Matthew came closer, throwing his arms around Alastair’s neck, squeezing him tightly.

"Thank you,” Alastair murmured. “So…Are you staying with us for a bit then?”

Matthew nodded eagerly.

“Well then, I should check out your room. Make sure Arthur has everything you need. Meet me up there?”

“Okay,” Matthew cheered, rushing out of the room and up the stairs.

As the thumping footsteps became more and more distant, Alastair turned back to Arthur, scowling.

“How do we fix him?” Alastair’s voice was low, but it was still full of venom.

"We have to wait for the spell to reverse."

Alastair took a deep breath, eyes closing. "Do his bosses know?"

"They know he's here but not the full extent as to why."

"Does anyone else know?"

"Just you and me."

Alastair dug through his pockets. "We have to call Dylan."

"No!"

"He can help us. And it's not like he can stay mad at you long"

Arthur scrambled off the couch trying to grab at Alastair’s cellphone.

"B-But. I-I have been managing just fine on my own,” Arthur protested, “And I told you. The only way this will reverse is with time. Check the spell if you don't believe me. Page 39." he gestured to the book on the fireplace mantle.

Alastair scoffed. But he took a look anyway. Arthur watched him definitely as he scanned the page. Alastair let out a loud, groanish sigh. He slammed the book shut, muttering a curse.

“Fine,” Alastair finally said, crossing the living room to the door. “We don’t call Dylan. He needed this break. But promise me you’re going to put that book back in the basement. We don’t need another ‘accident.’”

He shoved the book into Arthur’s hands before heading upstairs like he promised Matthew.

With Alastair finally gone, Arthur collapsed onto the couch again, coiling in on himself, clutching the book to his chest.

[chromedaddyofficial]

ngl it’s kind of funny when baz and rachel start trading insults about “oh it’s soooo cute that rachel named the band skid row when he’s never had any trauma” “oh baz was this prep school kid who always got everything handed to him” how about we settle on both of y’all were privileged growing up and snake’s the only mf in skid row who can talk about “i had it tough growing up” and be right about that 🤨