when you know, you know.

The fact that most of the F1 drivers basically live next door to each other sounds like it's from a fanfic but no they really are all united by a shared love of tax evasion.

few things more humbling than the realization that you really do write the same fic(s) over and over again

Someone mentioned on another tumblr post about how nobody complained that Agatha Christie wrote ANOTHER book about murder.

Write your story. Write it again. And again.

Okay but do you understand the TREASURE TROVE of reading a fic you enjoy and then looking at the author's page and discovering they have written multiple just like it?! That is the ultimate score!

>be born

>try to be a "good person"

>morality is determined by social actors with their own motivations and access to power

>goodness is merely a shifting social approximation with no precise center or meaning

>still try to be a "good person"

>get punished anyways

>die

ok but when ada was framed it was the most gut wrenching moment for me in the manga the fact that its now animated is making me to want to bang my head against the walll aaaah, the funny thing is they cant save themslesves unless they find the page from the book im gonna AHHHHH

I am at this part right now. And the first episode about it made me want to die and I am not even joking. I am so scared for what IS going to happen to them.

SHSHSJASJKSS IM GONNA WISH YOU ALL THR BEST PLS I REMEBER THE TERROR

when your pet comes to you from another room, the preceding moments meant that they were alone somewhere and thought about YOU, an animal brain literally thought about you and came to you to see what you were doing. that’s love, unconditional.

Big cock thoughts with the 141 send tweets. Simon having a massive schlong he’s self conscious of, as a tribute to how we all write him AYo. Not proof read 💀

“I’m just saying! Really big cocks are intimidating sometimes!”

A niche topic of conversation, admittedly one you probably wouldn’t be having without the courage of a beer, pint glass perspiring under your fingertips. Kyle snorts into his own drink, the hum of the bar around you all noisy enough to make you feel secluded in your shared booth.

“What’s so funny Garrick?!” You tease, while Johnny nudges him in the ribs.

“Nothin! I just didn’t think I’d hear a complaint about giant dicks when you invited me out tonight, darlin.”

Rolling your eyes, you take another sip, the amber liquid making you more than a little giddy as foam coats your upper lip. Restlessly you brush it away, while Johnny leans forward, propping both elbows on the table top and flicking a beer mat. He’s got trouble laced in those mischievous blue orbs and you wait to hear it, a grin of your own curling across the lines of your face.

“Tell us bon, how big would scare ye off?!”

John huffs, his cheeks ruddy, clearly mortified by the turn in the conversation.

“For fucks sake Soap.” He grunts. “I’ll get the next round in.” He makes himself scarce, trudging off to the bar and out of sight.

Johnny waves him away with a palm, gaze still fixed on you and brow quirked evilly. Holding his stare, you roughly measure out seven inches between the palms of your hands. Kyle’s eyebrows rise into his hairline, as he sniggers and casts a glance over at Johnny.

“This is a a mountain, anything bigger is just showing off!”

Johnny starts to guffaw along with Kyle, the two of them nudging each other like schoolboys. It’s a joke you’re not in on, but the sight of them starts to make you giggle too.

“What’s so funny?!”

Suddenly you realise that Simon, who was formerly resting easy against the cushions and toying with the rim of his glass, is sitting bolt upright. He’s glowering at the two men opposite him with a ferocity akin to a hibernating bear who’s been poked with a stick.

“Tha’s enough the pair of ya!”

Kyle makes an effort to straighten his face, but Johnny is a lost cause. Simon’s rebuke has sent him into a tailspin of chortles, leaving you utterly baffled. Si stands to his full and considerable height, face glowing above the surgical mask he’s wearing and hands clenched at his sides.

“Going for a smoke, ya better have packed this shit in by the time I get back.”

With that he stomps towards the exit, broad shoulders rounded in his dark jacket, the tips of his ears turning redder still with every step.

“You’ve done it now!” Chortles Kyle. “Gone and upset the big fella.”

It’s no use talking to them, they’re both still struggling to hold it together, Johnny burying his face in his hands. So instead you hop out of your seat and follow Simon into a dark alleyway, through battered wooden doors.

He’s leaning against a wall, collar turned up and smoke curling around his fingers, the amber light of the butt burning brightly in the dimness. Simon doesn’t look up as you approach, shuffling next to him silently and slowly easing the cigarette out of his paw so you can take a drag.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you Si.” The taste of nicotine floods your mouth as you cautiously flick your eyes up to his profile, stern with his mouth set in a grim line. After a pause he sighs, leaning his head into the brickwork, lids closing over his black orbs.

“S’not you. Don’t worry about it yeah.” Simon pulls a second smoke from the crumpled packet in his free hand. You pass him the one you stole to light it off and he grunts with thanks.

You both stand in silence, listening to the sound of bottles being emptied into the recycling bin nearby, cool air whipping around your faces.

“Would it really put you off? Somethin like that?”

He speaks in a rush, like he’s worried about the answer. It catches you entirely off guard, but with startling clarity, you realise the reason behind the boys hysterics and Simon’s sudden moody departure. He looks quickly at you under blonde lashes. You barely catch it in the half light, but the self consciousness there is clear all the same.

“Not if it was someone I liked.” You reply quietly, brushing his fingers lightly. It’s a small gesture, but his face brightens just a little bit as he watches your hand curve against his. “I think most people would say the same!”

He clears his throat uncomfortably. You’re trying to cheer him up, but it isn’t working.

“Loads of women think it’s great Si! Don’t listen to me, I don’t know anything about such blessings!”

“S’not a blessing, it’s a fuckin curse.” He groans roughly, exhaling a grey cloud and looking resolutely at the wall. “Always has been.”

Carefully you stand on tiptoes and direct his face to yours. He yields, but isn’t able to meet your eyes, embarrassment hiding in the vivid amber and curling through his freckled cheeks.

“If you ever want to debate the topic one on one Simon Riley, I’m happy to hear you out.”

Simon stands in the alleyway for a full five minutes after you leave him there with a smile and a peck on the cheek. Heart pounding and mind replaying the inflection in your voice like he can’t have heard it right.

Little flirt. That’s definitely not going to assist in the blooming crush he has on you. Not one bit.

I could go on and on about this actually

they can try all they want but AI speed paints/art process videos will never capture the intensely human artistic endeavor of drawing and undoing and redrawing the same simple shape or line 400 times rapidfire in a drawing thats pushing you closer to the edge with every lift of the pen

AI art will suck forever because robots cant want to kill themselves

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

imagine simon who’s roommate has some SERIOUSSSS road rage (same). especially as someone who’s usually quiet it shocks the shit out of people to drive with me.

you don’t normally drive, but simon’s tired. he just got home from a long mission. however, the man’s gotta eat so you decide to take him out to grab a bite that way neither of you will have to lift a finger.

as always, it’s quiet. between the two of you not much is said, but it’s a comfortable silence.

until you get to a light that’s green, and has been for more than six seconds. that’s all it takes to flip your switch.

“go!!! it’s green for fucks sakes!!!!”

your strength mirrors that of superman with the way your palm slams against the horn.

and simon is lost for fucking words. his eyes snap over to you and he watches the crease in your brows, and the way your face scrunches into a scowl.

it doesn’t stop there though as they finally take off, albeit slowly. which simon notices only pisses you off more.

your fingers are drumming against the steering wheel, foot tapping the gas, and you’re literally riding the ass of the poor bastard in front of you.

“i will take both of us out if you don’t hurry it the fuck up.”

you’re punctuating your words with more taps on the gas. you aren’t screaming like before but your voice is borderline demonic.

finally they make a turn. you all but obliterate the gas pedal as you take off, and let out the breath you had been holding this entire time.

when you turn to peek over at simon, his eyes are glued to you, practically bulging out of his head.

and he has no idea whether he should be scared or horny.

he finally found someone who drives worse than him 😭 /j

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stress relief inspired by the silly question I get asked whenever I tell people I don't drink alcohol pairing: kyle 'gaz' garrick x reader a/n: still figuring out this smut shit and wrote this in a haze so... enjoy? cw: nsfw, explicit smut, p in v sex, no real gendered terms but reader has vag+clit so do with that what you will <3, all lower case

“drink?” a scarred hand blocks your leftmost view. in it is a can of some shitty seltzer drink that's already dripping with condensation.

you shake your head, chin resting on your hand as you continue to watch the silent baseball game. phillies are down by four against the fucking cubs. what a fucking disgrace. 

“you sure? can always get you another flavor.” he places the drink on the counter next to you, a ring already forming on the wood.

you turn to him, meeting brown eyes, “not fond of alcohol. diet coke is more my vice. the carcinogens make it fun.” 

he snorts, taking a sip from his brown drink. you pull your eyes from him and turn them back to the screen, ready to watch your team continue to get dogged. 

“so how do you relieve stress then?” he’s on the stool next to you now. he’s so broad he eats up some of your personal space, more of it when he leans in anticipating your answer.

Kyle Gaz Garrick fell off a damn helicopter, hang onto a fucking rope, shooting enemies upside down while the helicopter was moving like the coolest fucking character that he is and mfs still decide not to include him in 141 content. I'm convinced that none of them played the games cause I genuinely cannot understand if you played both MW1/MW2 and still decide not include Gaz. And before you cry that people don't have to include him if they don't want to, I know? That doesn't mean I can't express my thoughts on it.

"I don't know him that well" what?! You play BOTH games with Gaz, he's literally the character you know the MOST along with Price. But you know König who's part of the KorTac faction? And include him in 141 TF content but leave out THE 141 member?

The reason why I keep talking about this is because it's kinda concerning on a different level/weird undertones that go further than fiction/game when it comes to Gaz.

P.s: fucking hell, he's so fine it hurts my soul. Till the walls turn white and all oxygen leaves my brain.

when people put "trigger warning" on their content without specifying what the trigger warning is for

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