#the hundred verse.

[recovened]

arlo & luna edits ; ft. @powerstationed

[rottingraisins]

The book of Faulkner - chapter 6, verse 48

[overtake]

I’m sorry we need about 5k more words of mechanic Daniel driver max pls and ty!!!

Part One

I’m actually so shocked (but pleasantly surprised and honored!) by people enjoying this verse because I almost deleted it without posting. I don’t have 5k more, but I can offer 1.2k!

I still lowkey hate this - and you can definitely tell I have no vision for where this story would go, hence why it’s just harping on the same 3 details we already knew - but it’s all yours and I hope you have a good time reading it anyway :)

Five minutes into pretending to examine an engine instead of obsess over what Max said, Daniel breaks.

“Did you mention me to Max?” he asks Cyril, trying to come across casual.

Cyril looks at him disbelievingly. “Max Verstappen is in our garage and you think I talked about you at all?”

Daniel lifts a hand to his chest and feigns being shot. “People love me, you know. Guys are all over this.”

Cyril heaves out a long-suffering sigh. “Get to work, Daniel.”

Daniel’s lucky, given his condition, that everything is relatively routine today. He does three oil changes, and he could kiss those people’s feet for it.

He’s mentally preparing himself to slide under a car, wincing at much more congested he’ll be once he emerges again, when Max suddenly appears in the corner of the garage.

“Hello,” he says. He does a cute little half-wave to get Daniel’s attention.

“Hey,” Daniel says, straightening and rubbing his grimy hands on his thighs. “Cyril’s working on your car, so he’ll have any updates you need.”

“It’s not my car, just a rental,” Max dismisses. “No, I just have …” He cuts himself off, turns a sweet pink on the apples of his cheeks. “You sounded sick earlier and looked really pale. I brought you soup.”

He lifts a takeaway bag from the cafe down the street, which usually specializes in ten dollar lattes and sandwiches with names so cutesy, you have to practice five times to order without shame.

Daniel smiles at the idea of Max Verstappen, world champion, saying one of those horrible names for Daniel’s benefit. “You didn’t have to do that. Thank you. Let me pay you back.”

Max shakes his head. “It’s my thanks for fixing the car.”

Daniel raises his eyebrows. “So what soup did you get Cyril, who’s actually doing that?”

Max scrunches his nose in disgust. “You cannot expect me to say the name Noodle Nest Paradise more than one time.”

“How many times did you laugh trying to get that out?”

Max shudders. “I pretended to speak really bad English and just pointed at the menu.”

“So you could’ve ordered multiple,” Daniel points out. Max very blatantly pretends not to hear. He focuses instead on pulling a little bag from the order and holding it up proudly, smiling a crinkly-eyed smile.

“I got you crackers!”

Eating soup with Max Verstappen is an out of body experience.

Daniel’s been eating his soup over the coffee table in the office because it felt wrong to make Max sit at the grimy, wobbly table in the closet-sized corner of the garage where Daniel and Cyril usually change and scarf down meals. This, however, means they’re stuck together on the loveseat. Max’s expensive skinny jeans knock knees with Daniel’s greasy coveralls when they get too into the conversation.

Daniel knows he’s being a terrible conversationalist, especially at first. His normal easy charisma is buried somewhere in the pile of tissues he’s burning through. He’s basically just answering Max’s rapid-fire questions about his life, his job, his family, his non-existent partner (“do you have a girlfriend or boyfriend or anything?” Max had asked, and looked remarkably pleased by Daniel’s answer of no).

Daniel’s about 87% sure he’s being hit on right now. It’s a nice confidence booster given how much of a mess he looks, but it’s not like it matters. Max is Max, and Max is F1, and Max doesn’t live here.

He likes Max, though, the longer they talk. He likes his eagerness, his down-to-earth nature, his total lack of interest in discussing racing. Max delights in all Daniel’s behaviours that usually make people roll their eyes and wait for him to be done, whereas Max leans into Daniel’s dumb songs or drawn out jokes. He likes the long lashes that frame Max’s bright, happy eyes, and soft double chin he gets when he ducks his head into his laugh.

Daniel’s not sure how much time passes before Cyril comes in, but he knows his voice has faded to practically nothing, and he’s having to constantly turn to avoid coughing on Max.

Cyril’s timing is rather unfortunate, entering just as Daniel breaks into a particularly rough wheeze. Max is patting his back gently, which Cyril will definitely have words about later. Presently, however, he seems too concerned about Daniel’s wellbeing to lecture him about appropriate contact with famous customers.

“Daniel. Go home,” he orders, voice kind but firm. His tone leaves no room for argument, not that Daniel really wants to fight him on it. He’s enjoying this, but his brain and body feel as if they’re wading through a pool of thick custard.

“Are you okay to drive?” Max checks. His eyebrows are knitted in sweet concern, like Daniel actually might keel over and die in the ten-minute ride home.

“All good,” Daniel promises. He stands, then promptly has to collapse back onto the couch when black spots dot his vision.

“I’m driving you,” Cyril says firmly.

“I just stood up too fast.” Sure, he’s a little woozier than expected, but he could do this drive blindfolded and half-dead.

“I’ll drive you,” Max says. “I mean, Cyril has work to do, but I’m just sitting here.”

“How do I know you won’t kidnap me or steal my car?” Daniel rasps.

“He’s not worth kidnapping, and selling his car probably couldn’t cover an oil change for the kinds of cars you drive,” Cyril informs Max. He ignores Daniel’s protests, then pushes Daniel back down to the couch when he half-rises from it.

“Stay. I will get your keys and bag.”

The second Daniel’s brain understands that he’s off-duty, that it’s no longer expected to carry him through the day, it mostly blacks out, and everything is a blur from there.

He’s pretty confident Cyril steals his phone to call his mum, which is vaguely embarrassing but perhaps necessary given his current state. He knows Cyril gives Max directions to Daniel’s parents’ place instead of his own. He feels Max’s hands help him into the passenger seat, and he definitely mutters some fever-addled sentences on the drive. That’s about all he remembers until he wakes up in his childhood bed, shivering and sweating while his mum runs a hand through his hair and forces medicine down his throat, before he falls back asleep again.

When he finally comes to enough to make his way downstairs, he finds his parents seated at the kitchen table. His mum jumps up, forces him into a chair and fusses over him while simultaneously lecturing him about going to work sick. His dad just sits there, eyebrows half-raised, until Daniel is settled with food and water.

“So. You had an exciting day at work.”

He slides a piece of scrap paper across the table. There, under some advertisement for gardening services, is a scrawled message in red pen:

It was lovely to meet you (again). I hope the terribly named soup made you feel better! :)

- Max

Under his name, Max has scrawled a phone number.

Daniel runs his finger over the lines, feeling the imprint of each number that Max etched into the paper. It’s neatly written, far more cautious and intentional than the rest of the words, as if to ensure that no digit could be misread or smudged.

Daniel pauses, processes the full note, and double backs to the word ‘again.’

“Yeah,” Daniel croaks through the stabbing pains in his throat. He stares at the word harder, like it might reveal what the fuck Max means by again. “I guess today was pretty interesting.”

[agent-octopus]

This is a canon event

[nonbinaryeye]

I've seen people talking about so many different aspects of Across the Spider-verse and all the different Spider-person variations but not so much about the main villian the Spot.

Because he was just some guy, some regular scientist. Looking at what kind of people he worked for it cannot be said he was exactly good but he also wasn't evil, he was just doing his job and happened to be at a wrong time on a wrong place.

And his life seems ruined, he's this wierd spot being but his Forst thought isnt even to plot revenge. He's "shit how do I get a job now", when he decides to steal he decides to steal an ATM machine because he doesn't wanna rob some small business owner it's just such an interesting detail.

Only after being antagonised and called third league villian and only after after Miles does not realise and refuses to acknowledge and listen how he was accomplice in his making the Spot starts his revenge quest. And he's fascinated by his own powers, he's far from mentally stable but he was not evil mad scientist, he's just victim of circumstances.

[malk-me]

HC The Olympians listening Epic: The Musical

Say, Apollo arrives on Olympus and, together with Hercules, presents this musical in progress. It's been two years, and no one can stand hearing about Ulysses and all the drama that came after one more time.

Imagine the reaction of each Olympian and how Athena feels the need to explain everything that was or wasn't true. However, when the last album came out, she didn't say anything about the Poseidon and Odysseus confrontation. Hey, she liked Six Hundred Strike. She could finally understand the poetic liberty that Apollo had tried to convince her of when they discussed "Ulysses vs. Odysseus."

And Poseidon? Well, storms and high tides have been common since October 31st.

The gods don't talk about the big elephant in the room, but Athena's smug smile and the scowl on Poseidon's face have been routine during any discussion.

[technically-human]

(a slight spoiler for what i'm writing bc these boys are stoopid)

RV!Charles: I'm a horrible person because Hell turns everyone bitter and angry and cruel and no one can come out of there and still be a good person. No one will ever love me and only a complete and utter idiot would go down to Hell for someone like me.

DBD!Charles:

DBD!Charles: Edwin, hold my flower-

RV!Charles is having another angsty moment, guys, I don't think– hey, what's that??? OH SHIT IT'S DBD!CHARLES WITH A CRICKET BAT–

[tallmadgeandtea]

Taylor Swift deciding to feed the period drama girlies AGAIN with Timeless was so kind of her. It also hurt but it was very kind.

[kazenorth]

Across the Spiderverse: A summary

Pavitr is just the friend that doesn't cause trouble (yet) but he's along for the ride anyway.

[recovened]

❛ I hope not. ❜ Arlo doesn't know what it must be like. Forced to wear the crown. For all their sakes he hopes she can be true to her word, and if push came to shove ---

He smiles, apologetic and dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand. He's quick to realise Clarke isn't someone he wants to be on the bad side of. ❛ Not my place to say anything, really. ❜

don’t you ever point a gun at someone you’re not going to shoot - arlo :) - @recovened

RANDOM ACTION-THEMED PROMPTS - accepting !

CLARKE'S brows shot up, glancing at the weapon in her hand that was now hanging by her side. ❝ and what makes you think that i wouldn't? ❞ she questioned, clicking the safety on before slipping it into the waistband of her jeans at her back.

❝ i would if i had to. if i was given a reason to. i don't point it at anyone if i'm not willing to pull the trigger. ❞

[panncakes]

“I hope you’ll have countless dental impressions. Patients won’t show up late or act up, except I can be late.”

[galmiahthepigeon]

Reading the In Trousers libretto honestly makes everything so much clearer. It's clearly indicated which songs are set in the past or the present, and which ones are abstractions and don't represent actual things that happened. And thinking of the songs in the intended order instead of the original cast recording's, adding the extra songs that were integrated in later versions of the musical, it loses a good bit of that "just vibes" energy that I've always associated with it. It still has all the ambiguous and strange lyrics but I feel like the purpose of each song is much clearer.

[thekhaninglass]

Devlin, drowned, dragged, delivered!

https://www.focuscongo.com/en/

Panzi give SA victims reconstructive surgery so they can walk etc. again and Focus Congo is more general.

If you can't d0nat3 then please share!

[mxthbladed]

While Vaggie generally disliked being out on the streets of Hell, she wasn't worried. She could defend herself if need be; however, she was a bit exhausted. Dealing with Alastor's glib nature was draining when she herself tried to be as upfront as possible. As she turned onto another street, she felt something...different. Vaggie couldn't quite place why but the little ramshackle structure seemed strange.

Something about it seemed to draw her in. Vaggie gingerly entered and stopped almost immediately, awed by the sight of grass- green grass. She knelt on the very edge and reached out, touching the ground as if to check if it was a trick. When it felt cool and soft to the touch, her heart nearly leapt into her throat; it was real. Her eye was drawn to the only other door and she got up, approaching it cautiously. It didn't feel bad by any means. She reached over and gently touched the wood, feeling overwhelmingly as if she were in some place of great importance.

Softly, she whispered, "What is this place?"

@three-hundred-lives-and-a-sword

[mostmagical]

Prompt: teary

“One, two… three,” Marinette whispered quietly under her breath.

The image that greeted her in the mirror upon opening her eyes was one she was all too familiar with. Streaked mascara and teary, bloodshot eyes. It was almost her uniform at this point.

She tried to swallow past her dry, itchy throat.

Tomorrow she would have to do it all again.

Another day, full of cruel pranks from Chloé, or another grueling admonition from her mother.

Another day, where she felt hopeless.

Her hands clenched over the sink basin.

“Tikki, blots on,” she murmured, eyes hardening as magic overtook her.

[noonewouldlisten25]

"I heard their final moments!

Calling their Captain in vain!"

//

"All of the pain that I've been through...

Haven't I suffered enough!?"