#tw: talent

[il-predestinato]

In this edition of “further proof that they are soulmates”, I want to talk about Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc’s driving styles.

Charles 🤝 Max loving oversteer:

Charles 🤝 Max hating understeer:

And my favourite part...

Charles 🤝 Max making understeer work for them anyway and besting their teammates who actually prefer understeer:

Even though the chances of Max and Charles being teammates are slim to none (because Max is completely right in saying that two #1 drivers should never be on the same team together), JUST IMAGINE developing a car to suit these two.

Would it be a dream?! Because their preferences are so similar, developing towards one is the same as developing towards the other: they want responsiveness/snappiness and said fuck it - we have the talent to deal with the instability. Remember Charles’ pole lap in Singapore 2019? The madman basically went through T3 sideways (and yet went purple sector 1) and had insane snap oversteer 3 times but never lost it. Remember when Alex Albon was Max’s teammate, and Alex also prefers cars with oversteer... but then he saw just how much oversteer Max likes and called it “a whole different world of front [end]”?

Or perhaps the car would become an abomination, a MONSTROSITY with so much fucking oversteer, so insanely snappy and on a knife’s edge, and the rear would be so loose and unstable - that no other mortal would be able to handle it at all? Like just imagine the poor young driver’s test. Some innocent, wide-eyed academy driver shows up to drive “the fastest car on the grid” but goes rear first off of T1 every single time because the car is fucking IMPOSSIBLE to drive if you’re not Max or Charles. If one of them loses an appendix and can’t race for one weekend, the team might as well not field a second driver because trying to get someone else to cope with that car would be embarrassing for everyone involved.

It would be the best car by a mile on the entire grid.

It would be the worst fucking travesty of engineering on the entire grid too - utterly undrivable for mere mortals.

[pastawayallday]

I couldn’t resist, I had to draw something from Firefight by @remedyturtles . I’m obsessed, I legit cry at every chapter.

[pragmatic-optimist]

I just found out Andre Braugher has passed. He was 61. SIXTY-ONE. My heart. 💔

[lady-arryn]

Cate Blanchett as Meredith Logue THE TALENTED MR. RIPLEY (1999) dir. Anthony Minghella

[jessmalia]

We hereby conduct this post-mortem I was a hot house flower to her outdoorsman Our maladies were such we could not cure them And so a touch that was my birthright became foreign

[flame-343]

Jason : Ey replacement, stop being suicidal for a minute and help me with this

Tim : I can multitask, what do you want?

[superfruitland]

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and here we are. end of the flashback, end of the collab! again, thank you to my amazing friends for participating, everyone did an amazing job 🤍

please go show them some love~

page 5 - @sad-leon

page 6 - @intotheelliwoods

pages 7, 8, ...uhh i lost count <3 - @vangh17a

and please, check out the previous part for the first half of the collab and the rest of my super cool and amazing friends that drew for this collab!!

[sporeclan]

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Biggest emotional roller coaster of a moon yet </3

Bonus author's notes;

[earththings]

[il-predestinato]

We really aren’t talking enough about how these two continuously spank their teammates in equal machinery over and over and over again.

Just generational talent things. 💁‍♂️

[hooned]

NI-KI 🌔 ‘MIMS – Like This’ dance cover @ 8PM CONCERT

[justthinkingaboutlouis]

Louis performing Saturdays Faith In The Future World Tour - Buenos Aires - 18.05.2024

[minzbins]

SEOHO No diggity / Road to Kingdom: Ace of Ace, 2nd round

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

inhale, exhale l Javi Gutierrez

Summary:  he will help you deal with something unpleasant

Warnings:  panic attacks, describing symptoms, just fluff

A/N: please, read this. this little story is about something i have experienced and sometimes still experience. anxiety and panic attacks are horrible and make us feel out of control. if you are struggling with this don't be afraid to ask for help and seek information. i hope these scribbles will be something comforting for you. feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

When he saw you like this for the first time, he was just as scared as you were. 

He found you in a small room near the banquet hall. You were sitting on the floor, gasping for breath, your whole body shaking. He had no idea what it was or how to help you. For a few hours, the marks of your nails were still visible on his hands, but he didn't care. He only thought about you and the fear in your eyes.

The next day, you finally admitted to him the panic attacks you had been having for some time. And when you apologized to him for witnessing it... His heart almost broke.

You were his assistant, his friend, his soulmate. Despite everything, you didn't feel safe enough to tell him what you were dealing with.

"It's not that easy, Javi." You sighed that evening as you talked on the shaded terrace. "Sometimes they're just anxiety attacks. But sometimes..."

"It can be worse?" he asked and you nodded.

"Yesterday it was 'worse'. Worse than before. I usually manage somehow, you know." you tried to smile, but Javi didn't fall for it.

"Is it because of me?" this question couldn't get out of his head and finally he had to ask it. "I know I can be...intense sometimes, but..."

"No! Please don't even think like that." you grabbed his hand. "You're the nicest person I have around. And your presence yesterday really helped me. I'm just sorry I scared you."

"It'll be okay, you'll see." he said, hugging you tightly. He knew then that he would do anything for you.

A few days later he showed up in your office carrying some papers in his hands and waving them around in delight.

"I spent dozens of hours looking for this on the internet." he said and you felt slightly worried.

"Last time you did this you wanted to buy alpacas and keep them in your garden. Javi, I'm not raising alpacas with you." You laughed nervously.

"We'll deal with that another time." He waved his hand ignoring your remark. "I read a dozen articles, listened to a few hours of podcasts, and then I talked to my doctor to find out more about what you were telling me."

"You mean..."

"Yes!" Javi was clearly excited, you would think it was cute but you didn't know if you could think that considering what he was talking about. "Listen, Y/N. I want to help you. I can't take this fear away from you, even though I would like to, but I can try to help you when you need me. I've read about different ways, about breathing, about distracting and focusing on other things, about relaxation methods."

The words poured out of his mouth like a river and you stared at him completely dumbfounded. This guy had already won your heart, but at that moment you started to wonder how on earth he was real. 

You slowly stood up from behind the desk and approached him, not really listening to what he was saying. After years of experiencing anxiety you already had some knowledge about it, but Javi was so involved, so absorbed in it all.

"Javi?" He completely ignored you, because he was talking about some podcast he listened to a little after midnight, you had to grab his wrist and shake him a little, "Javi! Listen to me!"

His wonderful soft brown eyes stopped on you. You were sure you saw a glint of excitement in them.

"I don't know what to say." you finally choked out "No one has ever done something like that for me. You didn't have to. You're my boss, you didn't have to..."

"But I wanted to, sweetie. When I think that my favorite girl is alone with something like that..."

Your hands grabbed his face, his stubble was pleasantly soft, and in this way you managed to direct his gaze to you.

"Thank you, Javi." you said, feeling your throat tighten with emotion "You are the most wonderful guy in the world. I love you."

And then you kissed him. It was just a simple kiss, a peck, but it expressed all the gratitude for what he had done and what he wanted to do for you. 

Javi was surprised, but somehow he managed to hide the fact that his knees trembled for a moment. His arms closed around you and you snuggled into him, thanking him for something he had done completely selflessly.

You weren't ready, but was there a chance you could ever be prepared for something like this? Your fingers gripped the porcelain sink as you stood in your bathroom in your underwear, fighting for your breath. Your heart was pounding in your chest like a wild animal ready to spring at any moment.

Only that fucking sink and your fingers clinging to it kept your trembling body from sinking to the floor.

Your senses felt everything a thousand times stronger. The cold tiles beneath your feet, the warm steam from your shower rising in the air, the loud ticking of the clock on the counter. In half an hour you were supposed to be out and greet the guests, and you were a complete mess.

Everything had been going so well for the past few weeks. You were doing great, and Javi had been a real support system for you. But now you were alone, tears welling up in your eyes.

A sudden knock on the door made you jump.

"Y/N! I need help with my tie. I don't know which one to choose." Javi's voice came from behind the closed door.

You took three quick breaths.

"I left everything on the couch for you!" you shouted back, trying not to let your voice crack. "Just put it on!"

"It's not that easy, love." you closed your eyes. "I think I spilled coffee on it all."

"Javi..." you groaned. "I need a few minutes."

"And I need you and your amazing sense of taste."

Tears rolled down your cheeks completely uncontrollably. You took one hand off the sink to hold back a sob, but you probably didn't succeed, because you heard Javi's voice again.

"Y/N? Sweetie, are you okay?"

"Y-Yes..." fuck, you sounded desperate.

"I'm going inside!"

You saw in the mirror how your eyes widened in horror. Javi had seen enough action movies that you were afraid he would kick the door down, but luckily you heard the squeak of the lock turning. He stood in the doorway in an unbuttoned shirt, socks and boxers, and you felt relief just seeing him.

"Oh, sweetie..." he groaned, quickly approaching you, he grabbed your arms tightly, "Okay, we practiced this, right?" you nodded, "Look at me, only at me. Inhale... Exhale... In... Out... Deeply."

Your breathing didn't slow down at all, you started breathing even faster. His fingers tightened on your shoulders, but Javi didn't start to panic. In stressful moments he could be very focused sometimes, and now it was about you.

"Sweetie, look at me the whole time, okay? You're doing great, this will pass soon." his voice was soothing, he was really doing his best to distract you "Hey, how about we go diving tomorrow? Not far, I know you don't like open water. We'll have a day for ourselves. Would you like that?"

You nodded and he smiled. He had your full attention.

"In… Out… In… Out… And you know, you look great in that underwear? Maybe I shouldn't say that..." he was worried, but he noticed you trying to smile, your breathing starting to calm down "You're so brave, honey. We'll have a great day tomorrow, we just need to survive this evening, right? You have to help me with this tie, but I don't know why, because you'll be the most stunning at this party anyway."

"Jesus, Javi..." you sighed, embarrassed by his words "Don't flatter me in this situation."

"Sorry! Let's talk about alpacas then."

After a few minutes, your body finally gave in. You were still trying to breathe deeply, but you had already managed to drink a few sips of water, and your hands had stopped shaking. You felt completely exhausted, but safe.

Javi was still standing next to you, completely forgetting that he should be getting dressed and greeting the guests. He didn't want to leave you like this, and you knew that you wouldn't find a way to repay him for his kindness.

"I think I'm feeling better already." You said quietly.

"Are you sure?" Javi looked at you still worried.

"Yeah, I definitely am. I should get myself sorted out, the guests..."

"You shouldn't rush. Maybe just go to bed." His hand brushed away a few strands of hair that had fallen over your face, his eyes full of concern.

"But I want to go with you." You smiled weakly. "You supported me, and I want to do the same for you." you smoothed his shirt with your hand, letting your eyes wander over his sun-kissed chest. "Maybe don't wear a tie? You look much sexier that way."

"Do you like me in the sexy version?" Javi grinned, and you lightly slapped him on the shoulder.

"I like you in any version, Gutierrez." you sighed. "Just go and... Thank you, Javi. Thank you for being here."

"I always will, little one." he replied, kissing your temple and heading for the door. "Just don't stare at my ass!"

"I'll try to stop myself, but it'll be very difficult!" you laughed. "Javi?"

He stopped in the doorway and turned to you. A pleasant warmth spread through your body every time you looked at his handsome face.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love you more." He winked at you, and as you turned to the mirror to fix your makeup, his eyes longingly swept over your figure. 

You were his everything, and he already knew that the next day he would tell you all about it.

☆☆☆

Thank you for your time.

[bei-b]

Jun Super Facecam (MuBank 230428) for anon what is happening in palestine? // get a gifset when you donate any amount

[flauntyourfoolishness]

kinda want to see a perv!big bro who 'decides he is entitled' (loves his lil sis so much he has to fuck her but he is incapable of being a good big bro that simply wants to please his girl) to his weird, closed-off and also fucked up in the head little sister's pushy. she, who instead of being manipulated by him into getting him off or scared, she just does whatever he says, expressionless and making eye contact with him the whole time. even though sometimes she tears up and looks mad and sometimes she moans and push his hair or grip and scratch him as she curls her toes in pleasure, when he's done riding his high,,, it doesn't matter if he kisses her passionately or treat her strictly as his holes to use,,, she just goes to clean herself or,,,,,,,, keep his cum in her as she gets out of the room and interacts normally with their family, his friends...

the way it doesn't matter how much he taunts her, she just keeps being indifferent to his feelings to how,, basically, they are hopeless degenerates,,, it makes him a little lovesick crazy, hard as a rock, which in turn, makes her be pressed against a wall or a door or bent over on some furniture

some of his friends, always eager to embrace whatever is freaky, either tries to ignore the hints of the dynamic (just because) or smirk at her, giving knowing glances, letting her now they know,,, the more wicked the glint in their eyes seem, the more nasty things they probably know about their deeds,,,, but she looks away and stays unfazed,,, mostly,, trying to suppress a smile from how giddy it makes her feel,,,, boyish antics

whenever big bro say something to try to rile her up or turn her on in front of them so he can get off to degrading and humiliating her (she is usually unresponsive but he never stops trying bc he's obsessed). she looks up from her phone to look quickly at every single boy's face, without wasting the energy to lift her head up, and then looks back at her phone, unbothered.

they are all looking at her, not hiding that they would jump at the chance to enjoy free access to their best friend's lil sis, expecting the opportunity to tease her but she never shy away from them,, just ignores it, or,,, sometimes,,, going out of her way to be between the mainspread men on the couch when the siblings' parents are at home,,, they all want to grip her thighs but,,,,,,,, just silently enjoy the way her bro actually does it, shamelessly if their parents are out, as if she is his to pet, grip, pinch, hold tight and she is,,, or purposefully slapping her thigh as hard as he can so their parents would subtly throw curious glances at the living room, poking their heads to check what the loud noise was but dismissing it when they hear all the boys snickering, assuming it's just harmless play, unaware of the dark red full imprint of their perv son on their daughter's thigh, that makes the blood of all of the teenagers in the house rush to where it shouldn't be rushing in their household, right under their noses

he revel in the knowledge that whenever he slaps her ass in front of his friends, stays way too close behind her when they are all crowded up in the kitchen, sniffing her or kind of backhugging his sis and sometimes even shamelessly rubbing himself on her ass, pulling her to his lap when 'the cost is clear',,,, said friends are intently watching, pupils fully blown, salivating, awkwardly fixing their shorts,,,, cocks hard on command due to the deviant acts they are witnessing

he does all that and expects her to either match his high drive, desperately seek the attention she sometimes let it show that she enjoys,,, or even give him an actual good reason to manhandle her, hatefuck her,,, like, telling him to stop, cursing him or fighting back,,, instead of simply look back at him and,,,,,, getting herself off of how she doesn't have to do anything, she doesn't have to try,,,,,, he's completely obsessed with her and he gets a thrill out of it, loving every single minute of how he's always around, always touching, always watching, always invading, clouding, controlling, possessing, owning,, always trying to monopolize her whole being

,,,, that's how it starts, after all, he wants her, so he hold her down,, tells her she is going to take every bit of him,,, and when she simply does, he keeps doing it, he keeps doing it. without ever regretting it bc as long as he can choose he would always make her his.