#what a fun coincidence lmao

[takaska]

[darkdragon768]

He blew it up because he felt attacked on his pride and not, like, revenging his bro or something. Nooo, he would never do that!

Anyway, happy Halloween everybody!

[andrevasims]

how do you do fellow kids

[noorhelming]

WILLIAM MAGNUSSON ☆ 10 JANUAR, 1997

[blaiddraws]

i love them (the fankids) and honestly seeing you draw stuff you want to makes me so happy draw what you want and take care of yourself <3 we are just happy to share dojoshipping and submas with you

you guys as a bunch of people that walked into my house and cheer and clap when i hold up a drawing

[do-you-know-this-adhd-character]

Do you know this (canon) ADHD character?

Proof: The creators have said in interviews that Evelyn was written to have undiagnosed inattentive-type ADHD, but cut it from the final film out of fear of insensitivity.

[sonknuxadow]

just got a blazed sonadow post on my dash that was actually such a jumpscare

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fun connection on this archived kickstarter update from the 2011 production/s of "the bus" as found by @broadway-heere-i-come ft. many pics from their trip to wichita, kansas for several performances there, including this one

fantastic stuff & was noticing that it seems like partly legible lyrics back there, which sent me over to consult that q&a sincerely me vlog again like hang on lol. and sure enough

lo, behold

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

sometimes..so.etimes they change something even after the premiere. sp you appear and watch an entirely new and prolonged monologue. and it's like. FUCK YEAH.

[todayisafridaynight]

Reading Tsutsumi's Wikipedia page... I See... [<- hasn't connected shit]

and if we say yoko had tsutsumi in mind when findin someone to play jo !!!!!!!

[scoopstrooptm]

the st writers really are holding up a neon sign that says time travel for st5 aren't they

[phagodyke]

woke up feeling ruffff but took my meds and went back to bed for a while n I feel a bit better

[mondaymelon]

— pocky for the malipo ⭑.ᐟ

⟶ ( kinich x gn!reader )

— in which... hey, does this even count as a kiss...?

— speedran this filler post for pocky day + kinch's birthday.. its single day too LMAO the coincidences are simply uncanny ..

— starts out w mualani + kinich for context , fluff !! reader likes sweets,, ...tw... use of the word orbs..

“awwww, c’mon!! it’ll be fun, i promise…”

mualani jumps up and down vigorously, her expression slowly growing more and more dejected. “the traveler told me all about it- this otherworldly tradition, y’know, with those little sweet stick thingies, they even gave me a box! it’d be a reallll big shame to waste ‘em, and wouldn’t it be super cool to do?”

recently, mualani had grown very invested in the idea of some date called “pocky day.” these sorts of random hyperfixtations happened just about every other day, but this time the obsession lasted a linger longer than most, all because of some eavesdropping on the traveler, who offhandedly mentioned it in some conversation… anyway, now that the day itself had arrived, 11/11, she was more excited than ever.

“just onnncee..! pretty please, kinich… xilonen? sharky??” seeing that no one here was willing, except for sharky, who wagged his tail in approval, mualani let out a wail.

kinich stared at her with a tired gaze, sighing slowly. “well, i don’t see how-”

“oHHH my aRCHONS, kinich, how are you so BORING?? when i contracted with this stupid guy, YOU, i thought itd be a little more fun than rotting in a cave ALLL day long but APPARENTLY not!!? live a little uGHHGH, you emo little ‘oooohh look at me im so distant and mysterious’ shut UPPP…” ajaw popped out of nowhere, face red and pixelated hands waving back and forth angrily. “c’mooon, surely you aren’t stupid and blind enough to see that this is the literally PERFECt opportunity to smoochy smoochy kiss kiss that one person you've been OGLING with those  big ORBS of yours huh????”

kinich opened his mouth to say something, but then paused. mualani watched with bated breath, squeezing sharky in her hands in anticipation, eyes sparkling, gaze screaming “oh????”. 

“...well… i guess… hmph, even someone like ajaw makes a point sometimes, huh…?” kinich coughed into his fist sheepishly, a barely noticeable blush dusting his cheeks. “though, i’m not ‘ogling’ them at all, ajaw- it’s- well, i’m just observing them. for a commission.”

“suuuUUUReeee palllll, whatever you say- YOU REALLY DIDN’T THINK I’D SAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT, DID YOU??? BLABLABLA LALALA I’m RIGHT AHAHAHH THATS RIGHT IM RIGHT IM-”

kinich swatted ajaw out of the air, in the way one would with a buzzing fly. he flew through the air, disappearing into the horizon with a sparkle.

“...ahem. mualani, i’ll be heading out now.” kinich turned around calmly, as if he hadn’t just committed battery. "if i may, could i get one of those ‘pocky’ you were talking about? i’ll repay you.”

"hehe... no need for repayment, just tell me how it goes later!" mualani, smug and beaming, handed over one of the boxes.

..and so the time had come.

"kinich?" glancing up from your work, you flashed him a smile. "what's the matter?"

well, it wasn't as if the saurian hunter didn't see you out often- he did. this little nook you had in the scions of canopy was, as kinich put it, "on the convenient way back" for all of his missions, and so the male found most evenings swinging by (pun intended).

no, him coming wasn't the issue here. but kinich had been uncharacteristically.. avoidant of your gaze. for the past five minutes he had been there, arms crossed and leaning against the door frame like they do in those inazuman light novels, he'd been staring at a crack in the floorboards. and to make matters more concerning, he had something strange in his hands too: some sort of box that he kept flipping around with his fingers.

"hey. kini'. we're both not great at words, so just tell me and get.. well, whatever it is. you wanna say over with." at the mention of his nickname, kinich perked up, clearing his throat.

"ah, that..."

ohh, so there was the problem. the eerily quiet atmosphere was because ajaw wasn't present... pause, now you were even more worried. kinich had somehow gotten ajaw off his ass?? unthinkable????

"is it an emergency? fuck, are we all going to die? tell me this type of thing earlier, kini', i need to pack all my-"

"what? no- i, mualani.. she, no, there's this holiday, today. the traveler mentioned it, and i thought it'd be fun to try out.. you like sweets too, so. here." kinich unearthed some sort of... stick? was he really trying to feed you sticks? c'mon now, you weren't that stupid-

"i can read your gaze. it's not like that. here, it's chocolate, just- hah..." kinich sighed, eyebrows pinched together, wearing the expression of someone watching everything go wrong. "give it a taste?"

you eyed him skeptically, before taking the stick out of his hands and taking a bite.

"...sweet."

"yeah?"

"not a stick."

"...yes."

"...give me another."

"not so fast, we need to play the game first." kinich took one of the sticks and put it into his mouth, all of a sudden looking a lot more... guilty? you couldn't quite pinpoint the expression on his face, something you'd been doing with a 30% success rate (the highest any natlanian had ever achieved). "whoever gets the last bite wins."

"...i'm just supposed to. eat the other end?"

"what, you can't?" the slight teasing edge in his voice reminded you of ajaw (just the slightest) and you immediately became exponentially irritated.

"hah, who said that? bet."

"..."

oh, so now he chose not to break eye contact.

"...a-hey, we're getting a little close, aren't we.."

"...if you wanna break it off, lose."

"...fuck, you-"

you grabbed him by the cheek, pushing yourself forward and, admittedly, forcefully touching your lips against his. whether by the suddenness or whether by the fact that you two had, well, "kissed," the esteemed malipo kinich let out what sounded like a sputter and fell backward, hands barely catching him from falling to the ground. sitting himself down, he looked up at you with flushed cheeks, mouth slightly open, and the edge of his lips smudged with chocolate.

"bleh. i win." sticking out your tongue, you motioned with your hands. "the whole box, it's mine now. winner takes all, or whatever they say in mondstadt."

kinich's gaze was observant, and under it you felt your face slowly begin to warm, realizing what you had just done.

"not so fast." kinich stood back up, recomposing himself in a matter of seconds.

"one more round. you caught me off guard."

(a/n) and then reader and kinich smoochy smooch smooch kiss kissed and single day was no longer single and happy birthday kinich really did become happy for kinich fuck when am i going to find me a partner <- has unrealistic expectations

context notes!! :

ajaw purposefully left kinich alone so that he could do his.. idk if you can call it flirting. pocky game w you. best wingman ajaw we all cheer (in reality he was tired of seeing kinich act all lovey dovey whenever you were around and found the tension suffocating so he decided to take matters into his own hands)

taglist (comment to be added / send in an ask on my sb): @manager-of-the-pudding-bank, @iamdedinside, @ilyuu-archive, @falors, @swivy123, @scara-is-my-wife, @lupicalbestwolf, @justyoureader, @fiannee, @aether-darling, @aioniela, @avensuersa, @dainsleif-when-playable, @umiloa, @intpessimistic, @keiiqq, @intpessimistic, @eutopiastar, @matcha-mintea

[maxverstappendefender]

baked goods // cl16 smau

description: baker!reader x cl16 (charles falls in love with a baker in italy)

tw: google translated french

face claim: madeline argy + random pictures from pinterest

a/n: this isn’t really winter themed but oh well. can’t believe this is my first time writing for charles! i don't own any photos used. part of my december fic series called winter in the fast lane

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winter in the fast lane masterlist

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yourbakery: whipping up some new things that i'm definitely excited to share with you all!

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clfan: SPOTTED - charles leclerc seen in italy signing some things and leaving a local bakery!

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user5: he looks so good

user6: the black jacket is superior

user7: a bakery?! what is this man doing at a bakery

↳ user8: who cares what he's doing at a bakery. look at the smile on his face!!!

↳ user9: who's got him smiling like that smh

user10: he better not be getting anything sweet at that bakery, we need all the help we can get this weekend at monza

↳ user11: FORZA FERRARIIIII

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youruser: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I JUST MET THAT MAN.

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user13: WHAT MAN?!?!

user14: casual y/n freakout

↳ user15: calmest crash out ever

↳ user16: prettiest crash out ever

user17: WHO ARE WE TALKING ABOUT

user18: i fear y/n is me

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youruser: swam with man.

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user20: now tell me you see who's in the likes too

user21: WHAT MAN LADY

user22: who are we talking about.

user23: never been so confused

user24: TELL ME WHAT MAN

user25: charles what are you doing here

↳ charles_leclerc: just scoping it out

↳ user26: what is happening

↳ user27: what in the crossover episode

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charles_leclerc: went to a bakery and won a race - coincidence? i think not.

tagged: yourbakery

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yourbakery: definitely not a coincidence

↳ user28: i feel like i'm intruding

user29: now i don't want to sound crazy, but who took the picture on the last slide

↳ user30: literally what i'm saying

↳ user31: probably joris or andrea

↳ user32: or y/n. she went swimming with a man according to her instagram

↳ user33: OH MY GODDDD

carlossainz55: i don't think it was the stuff you bought at the bakery that was your good luck charm

↳ user34: what does this sneaky man know

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youruser: went to a grand prix ✅ went on a scavenger hunt ✅ had help baking some delicious cookies ✅

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user35: she knows about the speculation with charles lmao

↳ user36: she's just trolling at this point

↳ user37: unless she's not

user38: soft launching is so lame, just hard launch!

↳ youruser: where's the fun in that?

↳ user39: her hard launch is the first photo.

scuderiaferrari: forza ferarri

↳ youruser: sempre!!

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charles_leclerc: heard soft launching was lame

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youruser: CHARLES

↳ user40: someone's sleeping on the couch lmaooo

user41: WHAT.

user42: well, couldve seen that coming

youruser: was it necessary to tag me omfggg

↳ charles_leclerc: of course, mon porte-bonheur (my good luck charm)

↳ user43: HE CALLS HER HIS GOOD LUCK CHARM

↳ user44: probably due to him winning monza when she was there

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youruser: guess we're hard launching?

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user45: they're so cute together

charles_leclerc: glad i went into that bakery a few months ago

↳ youruser: i appreciate your business.

↳ user46: she's so unserious

carlossainz55: girl, we have the same boyfriend.

↳ maxverstappen: hey girly! i know you don't know me but... i think he's cheating on you

↳ pierregasly: ladies, ladies! enough fighting! he's mine, try harder next time 💋

↳ landonorris: well, this is awkward since he's actually married to me with 3 kids 😊

↳ youruser: i knew i was the side ho smh

↳ charles_leclerc: what did i just witness

↳ user47: poor charles

↳ user48: more like poor y/n

[featherandferns]

Could I pretty please request:

We might have a problem...Ask me again in twenty minutes.

This sounds so much fun. I can’t wait to see what you do with it, everything you write is absolute magic<3

8. We might have a problem...Ask me again in twenty minutes.

idk which part of the series I'm taking this road chase from lmao just go with it! sorry it took me so long to get to these lmao

Neutral - prompt 8

“Guys! They’re getting closer!” Kiara calls out. 

“I hate this! I hate all of this!” you loudly announce. 

“Yeah, thank you, baby, keep that feedback coming - it’s very helpful,” JJ mutters. 

His hands are clenching the wheel tight, knuckles white, focus trained dead ahead on the road. Speed limits are a thing of the past: a nicety that all of you have long since abandoned. Anxiety is pulsing through your veins, somehow sharpening and blurring your vision. In the dark streets of Kildare, your headlights illuminate the road ahead. Behind, are square-groupers. Some gang or another that you had collectively managed to tick off during one of your many adventures. It was becoming far from a coincidence that you all managed to find yourself in these situations time and time again. 

“They’re gaining!” Cleo tells you through her thick accent. 

Your head snaps around to look through the rearview. She was right. What kind of car were they driving? 

“JJ!” you shout. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m on it,” he says underbreath, shifting up a gear, picking up the speed. The Twinkie grunts at the effort and your brows tug together, eyes glancing down to the bonnet that you can see through the front window. 

“Pope! How’s it looking?” JJ asks his friend in the back. Pope inspects the roadmap, trying to make out the street names through the dimly lit back of the van. “Pope!”

“Just give me a minute!” 

“We don’t have a minute!” three of you chorus. 

“Oh my God, this is how we die,” Sarah very usefully says to herself. You see your boyfriend roll his eyes, aggravated, stressed and driven. 

“Pope, there’s a fork coming up,” you say, making out the road layout ahead. You glance to JJ and notice he isn’t slowing down. Then, to Pope. Then, to the road. “Pope!”

“Left! Take a left!”

JJ slams on the breaks, pulls up the handbrake, shifts down a gear, and toggles with the clutch. It happens in a split second, a chaotic collection of events that is blurred into one. Everyone in the van goes flying: you into the side window, gasping out in pain at the collision. Turning the wheel tight, JJ practically skids onto the road. The engine revs like a monster truck. And then, it makes the most blood chilling, mechanic-concerning noise you’ve ever heard. JJ tries to do something with the gear shift and it wiggles uselessly in place. 

“Uh oh,” he mumbles. 

“Uh oh? What’s ‘uh oh’?” you panic, studying him. He cringes and looks at the road. 

“Uh…We might have a problem,” he says, trying to keep his tone chipper. 

“We might have a problem?” you echo, bewildered. 

“Ask me again in twenty minutes,” JJ flippantly says. He keeps driving ahead, foot hard on the pedal, but something sounds different this time. Something feels different too. 

“JJ,” John B says in a rather levelled out tone. The kind that hints at a deeper anxiety. “Please don’t tell me you’re driving this in neutral right now?”

“Look, man, the axel must have–”

“Oh no.”

“We’re coasting?” 

“At seventy miles per hour!” 

“Look! I don’t control the fates, a’right! We gotta loose these guys!” JJ argues back, lifting one hand from the wheel to wave everybody off. You reach out and slam it back onto the grip; the last thing you need is him to lose control of the car. 

“Oh my God, we’re actually going to die,” Sarah repeats, and this time, you don’t entirely disagree. It feels like a real possibility now. 

“Kie! Are they still tailing us?” JJ calls out. Everyone looks through the back window. A new layer of tension has stacked inside the van. 

“I don’t see them,” she says, the road behinds nothing but a dark abyss. “Maybe turn down a side road just to be safe?”

“Great, yeah, just make a turn in neutral,” you mutter. 

“Baby, I gotta admit, if you keep that kinda attitude up, I might actually end up crashing this car,” JJ tells you. Your mouth falls open. 

“Don’t tell me something like that!”

“Just make the turn!” John B demands. 

“He’s right, man!” Cleo agrees. 

“There’s a side road coming up in about ten yards or so,” Pope informs. 

JJ nods and you immediately steel yourself in your seat. You check your seatbelt and grip the bottom of the chair, and you wait for him to slow down. He does, but not by much, and when he finally braves the corner, you make peace with your maker. 

Thankfully, no collision comes. The engine rumbles off and the gang lets out a collected sigh of relief. Slowly opening your eyes, you glance over to see your boyfriend staring blankly at his grip on the wheel. He eventually looks over at you and a smile comes onto his face. 

“What’d I tell you, huh? Nothing to worry about.”

“You owe me noodles,” you tell him, unimpressed, and get out the truck. The others follow suit and Sarah actually staggers over to some trash cans, worried she might vomit. JJ heads to the car bonnet and cracks it open. Smoke billows out with steam and he waves it away, John B and Cleo coming to join him in their inspection. You wander over to help console Kie and Sarah. 

“Yep, that’s what I thought!” JJ announces. You look over to him to find a piece of mechanics held up in a bandana. “The gear shift is fucked!” Your eyes narrow at him for his chipperness. He owes you even more noodles now.

[ceruleanslob]

Random fic idea for squid game: what if by the end of season 1 after the final game finishes, the VIPs, while extremely happy with the games, decide to just stop funding the game out of no where?

Inho: I hope you all enjoyed the games this year

VIP: Yeah, we did, for the last of these games, it was pretty good, all things considered

Inho: *pauses* the last?

VIP: Oh, did Ilnam not tell you? While watching the games has been fun, it's getting boring. It was good for the first 30 times but after a while, it does get old real fast

Inho:

Inho: wait

Inho: what

Cue a year or two later, after cleaning up any trace of the games, and Inho has no idea what to do with himself now although he knows Junho is still looking for him. Just imagine the Salesman still being chased by Gihun while he's doing his groceries although he no longer does any recruiting. The worst of it would be how Salesman just straight-up tells Gihun that the games are finished and Gihun loses his goal of stopping the games.

Maybe Inho and Gihun meet by coincidence at a random bar, with Gihun being drunk and venting to the person next to him who just happens to be a slightly awkward Inho...

i honestly imagine this to be a crackfic of sorts rather than anything serious...also the squid game brainrot is very strong right now for me lmao