#yes you too Daniel

[mllenightray]

Some of the tags are sending me in this post hejsksnsvevz’ql (also rooting for all the Armand x Daniel shippers feeding our delusions)

"When you do that, Louis, when you editorialize, however noble the reasoning, it calls into question the other shit you're shoveling my way."

INTERVIEW WITH THE VAMPIRE (2022) 1.05 - A Vile Hunger for Your Hammering Heart

[lost-in-fandoms]

I love your writing so much!! If you are taking prompts (no pressure!!!!): daniel doing something cute for max’s bday while they are together in Perth after Singapore ❤️

Hello, I love you!! You are SO nice and I appreciate you sending a prompt! This was probably not what you were envisioning, even if there are cute things happening, but I hope you like it anyway. I wanted more birthday stuff but it sort of ran away from me. Also, this is about 2k oh god.

Daniel figured out in the early days, even before they were actually together, that Max doesn't care much about his birthday.

He will never say no to cake (unless his trainer gives him really mean looks), he appreciates gifts, and he loves a good party, but he has no real feelings about it being his birthday.

Daniel had asked him about it once, wondering if maybe there was some sort of deep rooted trauma behind it he didn't know about, but Max had just shrugged, easy and relaxed. It is not important, Daniel, when I get old, if I am getting older every day.

He knows that this year Max has no plans for it, and knows that neither of them minds, both just wanting a quiet day with each other.

It's been...a lot, lately.

Even here, away from the crowds and the hungry world that has just recently spit him out, like a bitter and unwanted bite, it's not been easy to let everything go.

The first two days after landing they had barely left the bed, sleeping and kissing lazily, too drained to even have sex. The third day they had spent with Daniel's family. The fourth, the one when the news had become official for the world, he had gotten horrifically drunk, in a way he hadn't done in years, Max being the one providing glasses of water for once and hands on his forehead while he was crying over a toilet bowl. He doesn't have many memories of the fifth one, spent nursing the worst hungover on this side of thirty.

And then he had tried to start his new life.

He doesn't know yet how that will look like, which makes it harder, but he's taking one step at a time, like his mom has been telling him.

Yesterday's step had been joining Max for some training, because he doesn't want to actually become a couch potato, and looking into finding a new internet provider after Max's numerous complaints.

Today's first step is going to be the farmers market.

He considers waking up Max for it, but it's barely seven a.m., and he doesn't actually want to be threatened with bodily harm this early in the day, so he leaves him with a kiss (Max doesn't even stir) and a post-it note on the bedside table.

It doesn't take long for him to decide that the farmers market isn't for him, at least not yet. Maybe it's an acquired taste, but there's just too much going on, bustling people pressing around him, vendors loudly calling out prices, colorful things attracting his attention everywhere, making his head spin.

He manages to get what he wanted and then flees, back to the safety of his car and towards the quiet of the farm.

It's only when he's halfway there that he realises that a few years ago he would have loved all of it, and then has to force himself to not have an existential crisis over it, wondering if it's just a result of getting old, or if something about the last few months has irrevocably broken him.

When he pokes his head into the bedroom, he finds that Max is awake, sitting up against the headboard, phone in hand and blankets pooled around his waist, looking soft and sleep-mussed.

"Good morning," Daniel says, stepping inside and feeling the warmth of Max's smile wrap around his lungs. "Happy birthday."

Max, impossibly, seems to soften further, his ears growing pinker.

"Thank you," he says, his voice still raspy with sleep. He reaches for Daniel, but he holds up a hand, taking a step back towards the door.

"Hold on, I have something for you. Don't move."

He watches as Max makes a show of settling back against the pillows and stilling there, beaming at him when Daniel laughs, retreating in the other room.

He comes back holding a paper bag and a bottle of orange juice in one hand and a small bouquet of flowers in the other, offering both to Max with a smile, refusing to feel self conscious about it.

Max blinks up at him, fingers just a touch away from Daniel's hand, surprise and confusion mixing on his face.

"For me?" he asks, soft and amazed.

Daniel nods, not really trusting himself to speak, and Max finally closes the distance, wrapping his fingers around the bunch of stems and taking the flowers from Daniel, pulling them close to his chest and burying his face into the colorful petals.

Daniel doesn't really know what kinds of flowers they are, he just chose a few that looked pretty, but he doesn't think it matters. Not when Max looks up at him again, cheeks red and eyes bright, smiling wide wide wide, happy and lovely.

"Thank you, Daniel," he says, so earnestly it cracks something open in Daniel's chest, unwanted and unexpected, making him feel like everything is too much once again.

Luckily, Max seems to notice, because he always notices, and he settles the flower gently on the blankets, uncaring of the wet stems, before tugging Daniel down in his lap. His hands are solid weights on Daniel's hips, and for the first time since he woke up that morning, Daniel feels like he can breathe fully, settled and steady, the feeling of being adrift that he had refused to acknowledge pushed away for a little while longer.

"What's in there?" Max asks, thumbs rubbing circles on Daniel's hipbones, gesturing with his chin towards the paper bag still in Daniel's hand.

The smell of baked goods has for sure given it away already, but Daniel makes a show of it, extracting a croissant as if it was a bunny from a magic hat, wishing Max's laughter could seep right into his bloodstream, weaving itself around his cells.

Max bites into the croissant cheerfully, not minding the flaky crumbs that rain down on the sheets, thanking Daniel again and humming his approval.

Daniel's chest feels warm.

"What's that?" Max asks again while he chews, pointing at the orange juice.

"Orange juice," Daniel tells him, untwisting the cap and offering the bottle to him, missing Max's hand as soon as it's gone. "Watched Marco squeeze it fresh myself."

He does his best to keep his face straight as Max hesitates, bottle halfway up to his mouth, eyes narrowing.

"Marco?"

"Charming guy, yes," Daniel teases, unable to keep himself from smiling any longer, amused by Max's frown, "about sixty years old."

The frown disappears as fast as it had formed, and Max smirks at him, finally taking a sip.

"Forty years too old for you," he says once he has swallowed, laughing at Daniel's outraged squeak.

Max makes it up to him by offering him the middle bite of the croissant, sweet custard oozing onto his fingers, and then again by kissing Daniel thoroughly, sweet with vanilla and sugar.

"I have something else," Daniel tells him some time later, when they're all kissed out, pushing away from Max's chest and clambering back onto his feet.

Max follows him without question, tugging on a pair of shorts abandoned on the floor, and grabbing the flowers from the bed, taking them to the kitchen counter before joining Daniel outside.

Daniel grabs his hand, because he can here, away from prying eyes, and guides him around the porch to a cardboard box peeping quietly.

Max gasps, immediately crouching in front of it and opening it, letting out a surprised laugh when he sees what's inside: four little chicks, fluffy and pale yellow, tweeting up at him.

"You said we needed them to have a real farm," he says, carding his fingers through Max's hair, "and mom said I needed a project."

Max has his fingers in the box already, trying to pet the chicks without startling them, but he leans back to beam up at him, eyes crinkling.

"I love them," he declares, steady and unashamed, before turning back to the box.

This time, he manages to scoop two chicks up in his cupped hands, taking them out and cradling them against his chest, humming happily.

"I think you're their mama now," Daniel jokes, "you'll have to come back for them."

He knows he's said the wrong thing as soon as it's out of his mouth, Max's shoulders tensing, even as his hands stay gentle around the chicks. He doesn't know how to backtrack though, doesn't really want to, so he watches as Max puts them down again and gets up, knees cracking.

He goes to make a joke about that too, something about Max getting old, but the words get stuck in his throat at the sight of Max's unhappy expression.

"Of course I'm coming back, Daniel," Max says with a frown, steely certainty behind it. "Did you think I was going to leave and..."

He doesn't finish his sentence, crossing his arms and looking away, blinking rapidly.

"I..." Daniel swallows, picking at a cuticle on his thumb. "I'm sorry."

It's again the wrong thing to say, Max turning back towards him, eyes shiny and thunderous expression.

"I love you, Daniel," he snaps, forceful and determined. "I love you, Daniel, not the you who races. I am not going to fuck off and leave just because..."

He shakes his head, reels himself in. Daniel doesn't know if he's breathing, but if he was, he stops when Max steps closer, bringing his hands up to cup his cheeks.

"I will have to leave, because I need to finish this season, and maybe the next, I don't know, but I am always coming back. Any time I can find time, I will be here. Or in LA, or wherever you will decide to be."

Max swipes his thumb along Daniel's cheekbone, leaning forward to gently thump their foreheads together.

"I wish you were racing with me," he whispers, a confession he hadn't let Daniel have yet. Daniel's heart is split open. "Always it is better, to race with you. I thought we would be racing until we both retired, but I don't care that it is different. I will miss you, when you're here and I am there, and then I will come back."

Max's fingers are damp with Daniel's tears now, and Daniel lets himself be tugged closer, wrapped in the safest arms he knows, hiding his face in Max's neck.

"I'm sorry," he croaks again when he finally finds his voice again, twisting his hands on the back of Max's sleep shirt.

He feels Max's take a deep breath, letting it out against Daniel's hair.

"I wish I could fix it," he says slowly, measuring his words, "but I don't like when you say that I will leave. I have never left. I will not start now."

And he's right, Daniel knows he's right, but it's been hard to remember what he still has lately, after everything went down.

He nods against Max's skin and then lets Max hold him, gently rocking side to side, the chicks peeping softly at their feet, until he doesn't feel like he's going to break with every stuttering breath anymore.

"I was thinking we could go down to the trail," he murmurs, lips dragging against Max's damp shirt. "Take some food, have a picnic. I bought bread rolls."

Max squeezes him tightly once more before putting some distance between them to be able to look at his face, smiling gently.

"I like that. You can make the food while I take the babies to their new coop."

Daniel freezes.

"You have bought a coop too, right Daniel?" Max asks, eyebrows raising. Daniel can feel himself blush.

"I...didn't think about it?" he tries to justify himself.

For a second Max just stares at him, and then he starts laughing, dropping his head against Daniel's chest.

"Stop laughing at me!" Daniel whines, hitting Max's shaking back, but making no move to step away.

Max hits him back, then straightens himself, laughter still etched in the lines of his face.

"Alright," he says, slightly out of breath, "we are going to buy a coop instead. Or build a coop, I don't know what is better, we'll have to call your dad. And we'll do the trail tomorrow, or the day after."

Tomorrow, or the day after.

It seems to hit Daniel all at once, that this is the start. He has tomorrow, and the day after, to do anything he wants. To go on hikes with his boyfriend, to think about new projects, to pick up old hobbies and interests, no schedules to stop him. And he will have tomorrow, and the day after, even when Max has to leave to go racing again, because Max will come back, to have more tomorrows, and the days after, with him.

He surges forward, crashing his lips against Max's, who gasps in surprise but eagerly kisses him back, until all that's left in his brain is tomorrow and Max.

Only then he lets Max go again, stepping back with a smile.

"Let's go get a house for the babies, baby."

And in the lines of Max's smile he can almost see it already: tomorrow, and the day after.

[leclercskiesahead]

“Eyy, what are you doing here?”

Carlos guarding the Ferrari secrets

[yourchocolatenachostudent]

They. In the same room. Immediately.

[eli-am-confused]

More family members gossiping at the reunion.

Yes I’m posting more stuff about the Jon Matteson (+ Curt Mega) character family tree. This time including more Jon Matteson Characters!

I went to bed thinking about this last night btw.

Bonus: Ed knows when he’s being talked about and Peanuts will hear about it. They interrupted his nap.

If you can’t read it’s all under the cut.

First picture-

Boy Jerry: Little Ed has a son? But he was so good at being celibate! I can’t believe he’s a dirty sinner now!

Officer Bailey: I didn’t even know he knew how to talk to girls.

Daniel: guys, it’s a squirrel.

Second picture-

Officer Bailey: Oooh! Yeah that makes way more sense!

Boy Jerry: taking care of another one of Gods creations in need, he’s such a good child of the Lord unlike the rest of you.

Daniel: Hey! I’m just 15!

Third picture-

Proud Papa Ed: Someone’s talking shit Peanuts. I bet it’s Bailey.

[cupophrogs]

1. Dog day…why did you say when you saw your husbands picture “ he’s alive????” Did you think he was dead.

"The passage of time is worthless when you there's nothing you can count on, except pain. So I always assumed my past life, and everything in it, was already gone. Hope is a very fickle thing, down here."

(Based on this song)

[serendipnpipity]

quick, guys, give me the date (and channel, if applicable) of every instance we've seen phil wearing the wad hat thus far

@dnpbeats, @olimphianblood, @bewareofthenewphannie... i'm making the sphreadsheet. o7

[pynkhues]

“I guess there’s a kind of a plot about the fact that Louis blows up parts of life when he’s bored”

Could you elaborate a bit on the idea 👀 (as Louis’ characterization, not as a spoiler!)

(x)

Jacob's actually talked about it a few times in interviews (and in classic me form, I can't find where now, haha), but Louis as a character needs friction. He needs conflict, he needs a challenge, he needs passion, and I think it's a really vital part of the texture of him.

Louis' a character who, in his human life, was both oppressed and repressed, and I think that actually sort of dovetails inside of him. On the one hand, I think it's absolutely soaked him in shame about his own identity and leaves him restricting himself in order to find something he feels might be good and true and holy in himself, but on the other hand, I think it's given him a drive and a hunger to not just prove himself, but win. He doesn't just want to survive the circumstances he finds himself in, he wants to thrive in them. We see that over and over again, from The Azaelia, to the way he flaunts his new wealth and family (in that order) in front of his sister after feeling she's rejected him, to the way if he can't be good at photography, he doesn't want to do it at all, to leveraging power through Armand over the Coven.

Louis doesn't so much want to control situations in the way Armand does, Louis wants to be challenged by them and he wants to beat them. It's why when he does win, when he has all the things that he wants, he gets bored. (And also, perhaps, leaves all the guilt and shame to swallow him up) Hell, it's why he invites Daniel over for the interview two times over - the first to bait drama and conflict back into his life by trying to goad Lestat out of hiding, and the second by being the drama and conflict himself by lobbing a journalist-shaped grenade into his own marriage.

Louis' an intelligent, passionate character, and I think that manifests in his ambition, but also his choice of partner. He chooses people who are different from him, I think, because he wants the conflict, which is why Armand moulding his personality around Louis' was never going to work. And if Louis can't find the conflcit in a person, he's going to make the conflict! Which he does! Over and over! He will be the drama he wants to see in the world if he has to be, haha, he just usually relies on Lestat to bring it to him instead.

[qwerty019283ytrewq]

Red Bull Racing is to blame for this.

✨️Imagine✨️

Yuki wants to have a good weekend. A good weekend for him is a full sleep, delicious food, cute fans and a finish in points. If he can cross paths with Pierre, then even better. But Yuki understands that this weekend will not be good. Why? Because Daniel is quietly humming some song, smiling every 5 seconds and trying to hide his laughter with coughs.

Don't get Yuki wrong. Daniel is a good teammate. They may be good acquaintances, and after all, they are colleagues. But they can't be close friends. Daniel is Yuki's main rival. He's also very energetic. Like a puppy. How to perceive Ricciardo as a rival when he looks at you with his big eyes and hypnotizes you "Laugh, it's a funny joke. Why don't you laugh?" But Daniel's sense of humor is not the same as Yuki's, and Yuki is not Max.

They go to the next content shoot. Shooting with Red Bull Racing again. Yuki thinks that he and Checo might not have come at all.

"I wonder what we're going to shoot today?"

"Ooh, you're definitely going to like this."

"Wait? Do you know?"

"Yes, mate, but I promised not to tell." Daniel smiles slyly.

"Come on..." When Dan smiles like that, it means he's up to something. Yuki remembers Miami 2023.

"Come on. Tell me. Otherwise..."

"What are you going to do to me, oh big and scary Yuki-san?"

"I'm going to tickle you."

Dan smiled tightly. Yuki certainly knows his weaknesses. Dan is his rival, and Yuki should know his weaknesses.

"Okay, but I can only hint. By the end of filming, you'll be very fluffy." Riccardo winked at the Japanese and walked faster.

"What's that supposed to mean?! Glue and feathers? There won't be any glitter, will there?" Yuki hated glitter.

They found a room where they would shoot and waited for the Red Bull Racing drivers. Yuki and Cheko exchanged knowing glances and sighed equally heavily. They haven't started filming yet, but Dan and Max are already having a great time, not caring about everyone.

"Okay guys, come on in."

The four drivers were led into a room with cameras and lighting. There were two beanbags and a box in the middle.

"It looks ominous," commented Checo and laughed nervously. His comment went unanswered.

Lights, camera, motor...

"Hi, I'm Max, and this is Checo."

"And we're Yuki-san..."

"And Honey Daniel..."

Why Max laughed so much from this was not clear to Yuki, but seeing how the cameraman rolled his eyes, the Japanese decided to ignore it. The sooner they take it off, the sooner he and Checo will be free.

"So, today, we have to answer questions. Which is very original *Dan's chuckle*. But we were told that it would not be so easy for us to answer. And why?"

"Open the box, and you will find out."

Daniel seemed to have eaten the Energizer batteries and washed down the Red Bull, Yuki was afraid to touch him (suddenly lightning would strike). Daniel's gaze was directed at Max, although Checo was opening the box. Dan was wiping his palms on his jeans, and his face seemed about to crack with a smile.

"Uh, this...toys?" Checo took out a pink plastic ball with a bell inside.

"Should we say the names of the toys?" asked Yuki because why else would they be there. They're not cats to play with it. Wait...

It turns out that there is a second door in the room, which they did not pay attention to, and this door opened. Cats. Cats or kittens ran into the room. The Dutch immediately shifted his attention to the cats and stopped paying attention to others. Cheko stroked several cats, took a toy, and tried to play with the kittens, Yuki picked one up. This kitten attracted the attention of the Japanese with a black spot on its muzzle and its mouth wide open in a yawn. Yes, Yuki wouldn't mind sleeping right now. Daniel fiddled with a plastic ball with a rattle inside and stared at Max.

"This is certainly the best shooting content," Max said without looking up from the kittens around. "Who came up with this?"

Yuki wanted to put on sunglasses, Dan was glowing so much with pride. A fool in love. Yuki hopes that Daniel will help him remove the wool from his clothes. Or Yuki will just send him a dry cleaning bill.

(X) (x) (X)

[radiocurrency]

Daniel jacking off to Rashid!Armands OBSCENELY shaped pecs in that v neck shirt.

[applebees4prez]

when i say that this was my 9/11 i fully mean it. i would pull out my computer and write it myself if it weren’t so personal to dan. i will go into debt to make this happen. @danielhowell if there is anything i can personally to get dan is not okay out into the world i will do it i don’t care if i’m a freshman in college i would die for this.

[bedforddanes75]

matty healy ill show you my tits if you give me tickets to George Rave

[lilisouless]

The difference between the stylist of each of the crow actors is a litle funny to me.

Amita and Dani are ✨GLAMOROUS✨

Kit and Freddy are fancy and leaning on the modest side

Meanwhile Calahan and Jack just keep figthing over who can undone more buttons

[noemitenshi]

TROY OTTO (and NICK CLARK) in the

ROFL:ROFL:ROFL:ROFL:ROFL _^___ L __/ [ ] \ LOL===__ \ L \_________] _I_____I_,

[thephouseplants]

You know, I wish videos talking points about Phanton history were not always focused entirely on the invasiveness, the shipping, and the morality of said shipping. Since that is what most outside the community seem to talk about.

Not to say it isn't an intresting topic, but the Phandom has sprawled over a great length of time on the internet, and I feel there is a lot to be said outside of just examining that single lease.

[womp-womp-waa]

Everything he ever did it was all for his parents approval. Every single thing he did was for them. The only reason why he got up out of bed was to try and make his parents proud. And what did he get in response for all of his effort. Them going on business trips. Again and again and again. Just another business trip. Another move. Another school. And every single time he tried to do something to make his parents stay with him. But nothing worked. He did everything he possible could to please them and he was so sick and tired of them ignoring him. Why? Why should he have to work himself to death just for some attention. Something that he should already be getting. Parents are suppose to love their children not run away from them. At first he thought it was his fault that his parents didn't love him. But now he can clearly see the truth. It wasn't his fault. He did everything he could to change himself and make him more likeable to his parents, so maybe the problem wasn't him but them. For the first few years after this revelation he kept him mouth shut and just stopped trying. Every extra activity he did was for them and they didn't appreciate it and he certainly didn't enjoy them so what's the point of carrying on doing something if it doesn't serve a purpose why should he bother. So he spent most of his time in his room. But it was almost his twelfth birthday and he got told that his parents were going on another business trip. And that's when he lost it. He wasn't proud of all the things that he screamed at his parents but all of this pent up anger over years and years of neglect finally came to the surface. And now on his birthday he was lying in bed, spending his twelfth birthday grounded and now all of that previous anger turned into sadness as he couldn't even bring himself to get out of bed anymore