#someone explain to me wtf is going on

[whateverthedragonswant]

I'm so confused rn. Are people actually upset that Eddie wasn't in Buck's coma dream last night? And they think it was a bad episode? And that Buck gets too much screen time? And now it's getting review bombed and Oliver Stark deleted his posts about the episode that he was excited about yesterday due to bad reactions? Wha...I'm so confused.

[theoryandahalf]

My face when I find out MatPat is in another ARG

Please, dude. As your resident Wiki admin, I can't keep up, man. Please take that goddamn retirement break, I beg you! 😭

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[pvn-punrrys]

i honestly hate it when people just interact with me, even though im LITERALLY in their dni. I dont know how they dont realize it, even when they liked/reblogged my posts more than once. Seriously.

please. JUST BLOCK ME!!!! OR DONT LIKE MY POSTS?? It makes me feel guilty of what im doing!

[lilyrizzy]

dystopia au? 👀

Here you go mate, sorry it's not very fleshed out oops

cw: dystopia au so general misery and pain that comes with that, and use of irl an girlfriend as a character that does not reflect my irl opinions of them!

It’s been eight months since Max last saw Daniel.

When it’s been this long, nights on end of going to sleep thinking about him and waking up from dreaming about him, but never seeing him, he worries how much of Daniel is in his head and how much can possibly be true.

On his worst days, he’ll wonder if he’s real at all, if he’s not some figment of Max’s overactive imagination, something created in desperation of a life barely worth living.

It’s happened before; drivers going mad.

It helps when he wedges his fingers down the side of his mattress and gets to run his fingertips across the worn and yellowed edge of the only picture he has of Daniel. To just feel it there. Taking it out is something that he does less, it hurts to see the blinding white of his teeth, shark-like and bared at the camera in a grin. Torn from an old Red Bull Racing programme, it’s not a real photograph. Not like one Max would take himself on a camera that nobody else would get to see.

Then always, the doubt will linger, because in the crowded rooms full of watchful eyes, it goes like-

“Hey good lookin’,” Daniel drawls with a smirk and something in his eye that Max knows better than to believe, but is exactly what Daniel is kept around for.

Max nods, and Daniel’s eyes bounce away from him, to Kelly, and then to the rest of the party. Kelly tugs him away before Max has a chance to say anything back. Not that he could, mouth bound shut. Not that he would know how to open it even without the muzzle, and not let something of the truth slip out. All the things he’d spent the last two hundred or more endless days imagining saying to Daniel.

Like, I missed you.

Max knows he doesn’t look good because that’s what Kelly's father wanted this time. For him to look skinnier at the start of the season, for his eyes to look sunken in. For it to look as though she has complete control over him, has ‘tamed,’ him, because the leash around his fucking neck is not enough. He’d heard the gasp when they first entered the room, when she paraded him right through the center of it.

They circle the party so that enough people see them together, another part of the show. The car Max will drive this season, which Daniel might get to drive a handful of times if he’s lucky, is spinning on a podium, lights beaming down so harshly that they make the paintwork glitter. It used to excite Max, when he had nothing else he cared about. Fingers itching to touch the body of it, one front wing enough to feed his family for a year if sold in the right place, not that it mattered once he’d made it. It was part of the deal of being a driver, that your family ate well.

Now, looking at it makes him tired.

He tries to both catch Daniel’s eye desperately, and to not look at him at all in varying intervals. Every time their eyes do meet, Daniel’s slide away as though there is nothing to see where Max stands, and Max tries to tell himself that it’s okay. That it is just because Daniel is just as good as playing the game as the FIA is. It’s always been Max who never got the rules.

You’re too fucking sweet, Daniel had panted over him once, holding Max’s hands down against the bed, above his head. Like it was a bad thing, dangerous. Something that might mean Max could hurt Daniel where not many people can anymore.

They make Max go on stage, and Kelly makes them let her lead him up there, too. He says some words about how grateful he is for the opportunity to drive for the FIA, that he hopes they can win another year to bring honour to Red Bull Racing, and when he looks for Daniel in the crowd, he can’t see him anywhere.

-

Alone, it goes like-

“Hey Maxy,” Daniel says, voice hardly above a whisper but so gentle that all of Max’s doubts gush from him, water rushing back from the shore into the sea.

He opens his arms as soon as the door to his compartment is shut behind Max, and stepping into them is like a blissful lobotomy, everything outside of the room wiped from memory.

For these stolen moments there is just the two of them, their touch moulding each other new again.

“Checo, I do not think he will be driving so well,” Max says later, sweat cooling on his back where he lies against Daniel’s chest. Ear pressed against it so he can hear the thump of his heart, slowing now they’re no longer desperately moving against one another.

It feels a little cruel to wish for that, Checo out, when they all know what happens when you leave the FIA for good. He isn’t Daniel, nobody will paying him for his time and keeping him around.

But Daniel only hums, fingertips tracing over Max’s back. Years ago, when they first started this, Max would concentrate in silence and try to work out if they were letters, a secret message. Now they just feel like random patterns.

“If he did, you could be back in the car all the time,” Max tries again, but still nothing. “This would be better, do you not think, if you could-“

“Maxy, baby, let’s- Let’s not, okay?” Daniel interrupts, sounding drained.

“But- But Daniel, then they wouldn’t-“

The FIA would still let people hire Daniel, if they wanted, but there’d be less hurt. It’s too hard to drive a car and perform well with broken ribs, with bruises on your tailbone. With- With worse.

“Sweetheart, I don’t want to think about racing,” Daniel sighs, and then he’s untangling himself from Max to sit upright, legs kicking round to dangle off the bed. For a moment, Max’s heart stops and he thinks desperately, please don’t go, we still have until morning, but then he sees that Daniel is just lighting a cigarette.

Then he’s getting back in beside Max, pulling him back close.

“I don’t want to think about racing,” he repeats, like he thinks Max will risk their time together fighting him on this.

“Well what do you want to talk about?” Max asks instead, looking up and watching Daniel inhale smoke through his lungs, then exhale it from his nostrils, plumes of it billowing from them like he is a dragon who could breathe fire.

Closing his eyes, Daniel sinks further into the pillows.

“Australia,” he says, and Max smiles.

This is a game Max knows how to play.

“I am almost done fixing the fence in the sheep’s pen,” he begins, tracing his own patterns on the skin of Daniel’s chest, connecting the bruises to mak constellations of pain. “I think I will just need your help to lift the gate back onto it’s hinges tomorrow morning.”

Daniel hums again, then says, “okay Maxy, but after I want to go to the beach. Think you’ll have time to make us some food to take down there, if we pack the blanket?”

Max nods, face pressed so close to Daniel’s chest his lips catch on his skin as he speaks.

“For you, I can make the time,” he promises, like it’s not one thing on a list of many that they never have enough of.

[icyfox17]

i love seeing how different people format their drafts/docs for their stories, it's so lovely seeing the personality on the page sobsobsosbos

people are so cool...

[iseetheisland]

You know what? Me having trouble keeping eye contact isn't even potential evidence I'm autistic after all because I just realized part of the reason I auto-avoid it is because of how many people in my life have taken that as consent to try and kiss me so what the fuck is up with that???

I'm not the one who needs to be trying to explain and understand over here when I was trained to be this way

[lesbiansanemi]

I am so fucking sick of living with my roommate and his fuck ass boyfriend. Also watching my roommate burn every single one of his (already rather minimal, I might add) bridges for this guy is also kind of painful but also his relationship with me is one of said bridges so I'm almost past the point of even feeling bad for him lmao

[marxism-leninism-meowism]

my chronic pain is so much fuckign worse lately and im just so tired. what do i even do at this point

[sohaha-vereli]

my ass trying to figure out the nanbaka ending

[imwritesometimes]

this website sure seems to be full of people telling other people to kill themselves for a place that also likes to masquerade as a place of accepting, destigmatizing, and learning about mental health and taking it seriously ✌️

[elvencantation]

guess this is a first for me. someone i’ve been sort of friends with and talked to on tumblr and has helped me with crochet patterns and invited me to their crochet server turns out to be a terf so i had to block her 😭

transphobia?? in this year of our lord 2024?? grow the fuck up

BLOCK ME IF YOU DO NOT RESPECT TRANS PEOPLE. DO ME A FAVOR I AM SO TIRED OF PEOPLE BEING ASSHOLES BECAUSE THEY DONT UNDERSTAND SOMETHING THATS NOT MEANT FOR THEM

also you don’t need to understand something to not be a dick about it. just mind your own goddamn business and leave people alone

i’m sorry I guess I just needed to rant a little

[hellaephemeral]

ppl trying to trick me into random fandom arguments that i don’t care about just because they felt like hating??? bro take your twitter bro arguments to twitter then tf is this my issue? get out of my comment section like huh 😭😭

[swordmaid]

like thinking of my ocs existing in the same sphere and I think in a scenario where yves/thalia/wren/shri’iia/xaphan are in the same team, both thalia and xaphan are the reason why this group is still surviving, wren tries to boost morale but mostly he sticks with xaphan bc thalia and shri’iia intimidates him and when yves admits she gets the durges shri’iia is like don’t we all

[eepyracc]

OH MY GOSH

Oh MY GOSH CHAPTER 5 INCOMING LEVI LORE LEVILOREODOEO LEVIATHAMWLDOW RAAAHHHHH

[escapismqueen]

I’ve been 23 for a week and…. What the fuck is this shit ?!

[upside-down-sock-drawer]

I was talking to one of the girls in my theater group and she just randomly goes "Oh ___ would love you." And I'm like "???" She starts describing this girl, stops, asks me "Are you straight? to which I say no and she responds with "I am so getting you guys together."

She then goes on to describe a very pretty girl that guess I'm being set up on a date with? I have no idea.