#vale asks

[mambodork]

Seeing grian be so judgmental of how ugly baby birds are, is so funny. Would scar have baby pictures of when they were younger and if so, would he show them around?

(This is referring to the ugly baby bird au, I’m not sure if it’s clear in the text above but just encase)

Yes!! Scar has more pictures of baby Grian than Grian does himself!

Mostly because I imagine his childhood has always been full of cameras (cuz he's such a cute baby people esp. His parents are compelled to take pictures of him). Since he hangs out w Grian a lot, Grian just so happens to be included in a lot of photos. Sometimes Scar would also just play with the cameras and take a few of Grian only.

Because of this lack of baby photos of himself, I like to imagine Grian being distrustful whenever his parents or Pearl or something tells him how much of an ugly baby he was. Until he meets up with Scar again, and he just. Whips out an entire photo album and Grian is just stood there shellshocked, going kinda green in the face by how much of an understatement the term "ugly baby" was.

[vrainydays]

I really wanna make some gifs but there is SO many bts material that I don't know what to gif jflskdf so if you have any request or suggestion i'd very much appreciate them.

[shyaringan]

Cecil Gershwin Palmer lives rent free in my noggin 24/7

[potato-lord-but-not]

When she Cecil on my Gershwin til I Palmer

[moonshynecybin]

have you seen this vale watching marc video???!!!

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeKkBQuD/

it's making me insane for some reason. i need to know what's going on inside vale's head in that moment

vale looks like he’s gonna throw up 10/10

[erinwantstowrite]

Erin if Bruce has his brucie wayne persona in LoF I can only imagine Peter’s reaction

peter is the most expressive person ever and they'd never be able to Bat train that out of him so i imagine like. after peter is introduced formally as family they take him to his first gala and he goes viral for many things but one being a video where at first you see Brucie Wayne flirting outside the venue, and then the video quickly pans over to Peter with the most disgusted look on his face. the next video is Peter standing next to Bruce and politely asking him to stop being gross while clearly begging with his entire face not to disappoint him. Bruce does stop flirting immediately and as their conversation is directed towards people thinking Peter is adorable, the camera pans to Tim who was doing an interview but got distracted. He looks back at the camera and jabs his thumb over his shoulder and goes "We've been begging for years for him to stop being gross and the new kid does it in one day?" and Tim becomes a second meme of the night

[novembermorgon]

if you’re taking requests i would love to see sansa stark in your style <33

ive actually drawn her before!! :-) she went unpublished because i never finished this doodle collection…

[maedre13]

Podcasts I’ve listened to, in the order I’ve listened to them…

[calechipconecrimes]

@one-time-i-dreamt says she is the actual ultimate sexyman so I must run this poll out of wtnv pride

yes I know it's an old, forgotten post by now and this has been rotting in my drafts for months(?) shut up

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

let's feel what is exactly a 山歌shan'ge (mountain songs) without explain

[mambodork]

was pearl an ugly baby too or is grian just kind of special like that

My headcanon rn is that Pearl & Grian are not blood related. Not sure how exactly that is gonna work out yet, either they're step siblings or adopted. Im very much leaning to both of them being adopted rn but this might change in the future !! Anyways, no, fortunately (or unfortunately depending on your taste in aesthetics), she's not an ugly baby

[stinkiesdraws]

(⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ I finished the first Eleven questions for the OC Meme!!! My ask box always open for questions ✨

[astronicht]

23 or 24 for rosquez 🙏🙏

24. whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin

I wrote a kind of soft one for the thigh-grabbing prompt and this is uh not like that. keeping the universe in balance! sorry in advance i guess. Kind of a companion piece, actually, to this earlier rosquez prompt snippet.

Valentino shakes awake from a dream in which someone is dead. The point at which there is a jolt into wakefulness is unclear. 

Daylight is too bright across the bed, and he can smell his own sweat. He reaches for Marc, but he isn’t used to Marc being here and goes for the wrong side of the bed. Valentino’s hand knocks over a glass of water, and a carton of pills on the side table. They skid onto the tile.

Marc isn’t in bed, exactly. He’s sitting on it, legs crossed, staring down at Valentino from the other side. One hand is braced on the mattress, taking a lot of his weight. He likes to put his weight on his bad arm, over and over. Valentino has seen him do it even when he thinks he is alone.

His good arm is holding a little espresso cup from the ranch kitchen. He is noticing Valentino’s mad scramble, but a little too slowly. His face is blank and far away.

Sometimes Marc goes very distant. It would be better if it were personal, but Valentino thinks it isn’t. He thinks the only person Marc can bear to stay present with, always, is his brother. For Valentino, this is much worse than if he simply couldn’t do it with anyone at all. It feels like penance.

“Vale?” Marc asks, that awful blankness creasing into a frown. The sharp nausea of the dream recedes, though someone is still dead.

Valentino rolls onto his elbows and stomach and rests his forehead on the mattress. He breathes, awful and shaky, but it’s better to get the bad breaths out until he’s running clean again.

“Vale?” Marc says again. His voice is less flat; he’s almost present, now. The smell of the espresso is overpowering.

“Marc,” Valentino says. His voice sounds like shit. His arms and thighs are a little tired, from fucking. “Did you figure out the espresso machine?”

“No,” Marc says slowly. The bed shifts. “No one will touch it. Bezzecchi made me a Turkish coffee.”

He’s lying. Marco doesn’t know how to make Turkish coffee, and if he did he wouldn’t be making one for Marc. It will have been Pecco. Vale is a little surprised. This means Pecco both arrived on time for morning practice and made Marc a coffee.

No one can actually work the espresso machine except for Vale, and previously, Uccio. There is no point mentioning this because Valentino does not say Uccio’s name to Marc.

The shaking is stopping. But like payback, the dropping feeling in his chest is getting worse. Valentino blinks his eyes open: bedding below him. It smells like semen. To his right is Marc, shifting, coming closer from wherever his mind was. There is a dripping sound: the glass Valentino knocked over on the nightstand. It is just water, but now it’s mostly on the floor.

He remembers reaching for Marc, because someone was dead. He had not been reaching for comfort. He had needed Marc or needed to be ill. This has not really changed.

“Is the coffee good?”

“Yeah,” Marc says. “Tell Bezzecchi nice job.”

That would be funny.

“Are you done, then?” Valentino asks.

“Sure,” says Marc.

Valentino grabs the back of his t-shirt and yanks backwards. He’s not delicate about it, and Marc instinctively snatches up the bad arm. He falls backwards onto the bed. He also lied about being done with the Turkish coffee; it splatters across Valentino’s chest and the shirt he fell asleep in sometime around six in the morning. It’s cold; Marc hadn’t even been drinking it. The smell is sweet and strong. The espresso cup hits the mattress and then thumps on the floor, trailing cold coffee grounds. You can read those like a palm or tea leaves, Vale has heard.

Valentino rolls onto Marc’s back. Under him, Marc tries to go up on his elbows— tries to lean on the bad one, lean on the bad one. Valentino grunts and doesn’t let him. It’s worth the effort: Marc groans, and says “Yeah, please—.” 

Vale fists a hand in his hair. Coffee grounds are between Vale’s fingers. His heart is going too fast.

They can’t have fucked that long ago, because they fucked at dawn right before Valentino fell asleep. Marc slept, off and on, cat-napping through Valentino’s long night, occasionally blinking like some nocturnal animal, once crying because Valentino made him come and then put Marc’s dick in his mouth and made him come again. 

Vale doesn’t know if it’s been an hour or if it’s been five since he last fucked Marc. Will he be able to get it up? He’d better. He needs to.

He holds Marc down on the bed with one hand at the back of Marc’s neck and with the other fishes around on the floor for the blister pack of pills. He gets one out with a near-steady hand and swallows it dry. Should work in twenty minutes, but Valentino has always burned through things fast, so it will be less.

Marc sees but ignores this. Valentino gets back on top of him and yanks his boxer-briefs down, nothing else. Marc says, “Ah—shit,” and arches his back. 

Valentino leans up and spreads his ass, spits on his hole. He can already feel himself starting to get hard; the pill wasn’t needed after all. Ah, well. Funny story later. His brain says that loudly over the feeling of sex: Funny story later. And, Someone is dead. He was dreaming. Water dripping. Marc on his bed here in Tavullia, first mask-like, now under him, moaning and twisting when Vale bites the back of his neck. 

Valentino wants to pound into him: ball-slapping, basic porn stuff. It is sort of crazy how he cannot stop thinking about it over and over, all night, not missing a moment. Marc was asleep a lot of the time, so Vale just watched him and wanted it, grinding his teeth, enjoying the wait — and waiting to need a break, to need a minute, a coffee, a nap. He doesn’t even remember falling asleep, just knows he did sleep because of the nightmare. Marc under the line of his body bucks and says Valentino’s name.

Valentino rests his chin on Marc’s shoulder, and tries not to show that he’s breathless from holding Marc down the way Marc wants. He says into the shell of Marc’s ear, “Where did you go, hm? Have you been wandering around?”

And Marc laughs — a wheeze under Valentino’s body, as heavy as he can make it for Marc — and moans and says, eyes shut, “You were only asleep for twenty minutes.”

[potato-lord-but-not]

Your Cecil looks like he would ROCK a sundress. I mean, so would every Cecil, but yours especially

no you’re so right tho

[moonshynecybin]

Valentino and his eagerness to teach + Marc and his eagerness to learn from Vale versus Marc being too good already + Vale’s ego not wanting to help make Marc better than him (fight)

it really is like. vale LIKES being in that position of benevolent authority he LIKES teaching he LIKES mentorship and cementing his legacy by influencing all the best riders on the grid none of whom can quiteeeee match up to him in terms of legacy and ability and charisma so he remains secure on his throne. and then he meets marc when hes a lil SHRIMP and he's like i'll take care of you kid and he helps him get his merch out there and promises to look after him... and when marc gets to the higher classes with that reckless streak of the divine and is like hello you are my idol and i am in love with you and vale fresh off a flop for the agesssss is lookin at him and his massive hype train trying to process that it might be time to pass on the torch and maybeee its okay because he LIKES him and is as such is swallowing the BURNING ACID that pools in his throat when marc breaks a record until it actually and for real looks like vale could be competitive again and that a championship could be within his grasp and suddenly marc and all of his overeager talent is a THREAT and an OBSTACLE and all the affection slides towards rivalry and suddenly he wants that twink's head on his WALLLL.... like marc was too good to be a student he was always going to be a competitor, and vale has quite literally never forgiven him for it and MARC. has never gotten over the rejection of it. and i like this sport i love it

[hairpinturnn]

mark of cain

marc marquez + demian: the story of emil sinclair by hermann hesse