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[saviorified]

I'm sorry, but what does "your dad and lando norris fucked man" reference?? 😭

my favorite video of all time

[thornescratch]

"Dylan has so much lore with more player/teams than you'd expect"

Exaaactly! Can we talk about this please bc that was me when I found out he's childhood/family friends with the Hughes brothers of all people lol

Okay I did not know about the Hughes thing! In general, I feel like I know so little Dylan Strome Lore that I welcome any additions. (I mean, I barely know whatever the hell happened with McDavid. I actually almost enjoy not knowing because the imagination can go truly wild.)

[mistressemmedi]

Here's the full context of brocedes no longer being neighbors: https://www.tumblr.com/worldwidelunatic/794393482171121664/im-willing-to-bet-all-my-savings-that-lewis

It is Nico who is moving, doesn't seem like he's moving away from Monaco but just to another apartment.

the neighbors celebrating when they realize that Nico has left the building and they don't have to be subjected to brocedes anymore:

[peoplesprincessgeorge]

wait, literally my first reaction to seeing your tier list was "I wonder what's with Ocon, I've never heard anything bad about him." I didn't question it bc I feel like some people don't like to elaborate on their tier list choices for fear of ~discourse~

But after reading your tags on that anon ask, I'm super curious. Did Ocon do something that I'm ignorant about??

Ahaha no! Not that I know of. He's just a lil cringe with his Marvel shtick and didn't seem to wanna reconcile with Pierre. So no major crimes (jk they're major to me)

[argentinagp]

Hey, I just saw your tags about ribs on Franco's picture. Those aren't ribs, they are muscles! Some people literally call them "fish gill obliques", so you are right about how they look haha

For reference of what extreme obliques look like:

https://cuttystrength.com/5-exercises-fish-gill-obliques/

ohhh yes!! i know! i didnt know how they were called in English so i just said ribs bc it was where they were!

but also so cool that they are called that also, didnt know that!!!! franco’s really do look like gills is so crazy!

[elareine]

I am excited for your prompt-a-thon! Is it possible to get a continuation of that JayDick arranged marriage drabble you wrote a while ago?

Of course <3

This is the drabble in question, btw. It’s probably a good idea to read it first.

Jason had been married for two months, and he hated every minute of it.

After their shitshow of a wedding, which had ended with Dick openly expressing his disgust to Jason, they hadn’t spoken for a week. After, Jason had reluctantly begun talking to the other man again, if only because he’d noticed the servants gossiping.

“It’s important to convince them,” was all that Dick had said when Jason entered their rooms again. His face was doing that thing where he aimed at being friendly but just ended up being unreadable, at least to Jason. “I know you don’t want to be here, but…”

Jason had nodded, and that had been that. He was at the head of the House of Wayne, now, second only to his husband. There was a lot at stake here—the territorial integrity of Gotham, no less.

Also, he’d promised Bruce. That was the only reason he kept returning even when Dick drove him mad, when Jason wanted to shatter all that fine china and throw the golden statues out of the window. Bruce Wayne hadn’t done especially much to earn Jason’s loyalty, not by the end—but he had once saved Jason’s life. Gave him shelter when no-one else would.

For that, Jason would help keep his empire together.

His duties weren’t that bad once he got used to them. It wasn’t easy juggling them and his classes at the same time, so he dropped a few courses. Not like he was in any hurry to finish, now, seeing how his tuition was comprehensively taken care of. How Dick did it was beyond him. Not that he was surprised. Mr. Perfect probably looked down his nose at Jason for giving in even that little bit.

He knew Dick was still going out as Nightwing by night. How, exactly, his husband presumed he didn’t notice him leaving when they shared a bed was beyond him. Dick really must think him stupid.

He’d better not have left early tonight, though. If Dick left Jason to explain his absence at one of the most important social events of the year, there better be at least two orphanages burning.

Jason knocked on the door to Dick’s study for a second time. “Dick?”

When no answer came, he turned the doorknob, fully expecting to find the room empty.

It was not. Dick was sitting behind the desk, papers and laptop in front of him. He looked up. “Oh. Jason.”

“Hey,” Jason said, gentler than he’d meant to. Something about Dick’s posture was off—not that he cared. His next words came out in his usual rough tone: “The banquet is about to start. Why aren’t you ready yet?”

Dick blinked at him. “The banquet?” His voice was weirdly blank.

“Yes, the one with the Kyles and the—“

“…ah, yes. I… I—“

Slowly, inexorably. Dick slumped over and buried his face in his hands.

“Dick?” Jason hurried to his side. Did his husband just have a heart attack or something? Jesus, what if someone had poisoned him—

“I’m fine,” Dick said, but his shoulders were shaking, and he clearly wasn’t.

Jason stood next to him, undecided.

“Sorry, I just—I’m just not ready.“ Dick seemed to feel the need to explain himself. “There’s all this paperwork I’ve been meaning to finish, and the council meets tomorrow—Dent is going to want to talk about the social programs again, and I need to prepare because he’s wrong, but—And I have an economics paper due at noon. That I haven’t even started.”

“Dude. Breathe.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick whispered. “I’m sorry. I’m fucking this up, I’m—“

“You’re fucking tired,” Jason interrupted.

It was at least enough to get Dick out of his fugue. He looked up at Jason with red-rimmed eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that you need to take a break. When was the last time you even slept through the night?”

Jason looked around. Dick had two phones, one for normal life and one for his night activities. The latter tended to be nearby but hidden—ah, there. Beneath the book on tax law. How predictable.

He handed it to Dick and told him: “Text them. Two nights.”

When Dick opened his mouth, no doubt to argue, Jason held up a warning finger: “I could blow your operation in five seconds if I wanted. No arguments.”

It was a little mean, but it worked. Dick typed, and the phone chimed confirmation less than twenty seconds later. Whoever it was on the other side told Dick to make it three nights and not to think about coming back early.

That settled, Jason put his hand on Dick’s shoulder and bodily pulled him up. The docile way Dick followed him told Jason more than enough about other man’s state of mind. Jason didn’t show just how freaked-out he was by that; he just led Dick to the bedroom and gently pushed him toward the bed.

“C’mon. I can’t promise everything will be better tomorrow morning, but sleep sure as fuck won’t hurt.”

Dick took a few steps toward the bed before turning around. “Why’re you doing this?”

Good question. “Cause someone has to. If you keep going like that, you’re gonna work yourself into an early grave, and I’m gonna be the one under suspicion for murder. Again.”

Dick looked skeptical. As he might.

Jason just pointedly leaned back against the doorframe, though. “I’m gonna keep standing here until you’re settled, just so you know.”

Dick grimaced, but he did get into the bed. As Jason had suspected, it didn’t take the longer man long to forget his presence; Dick’s exhaustion caught up with him so rapidly, he fell asleep with Jason still watching.

Curled up around his pillow like that, Dick no longer looked like Golden Boy, the perfect heir to a powerful house, a respected vigilante, a top student. He looked like a scared young man who had lost his father less than six months ago.

Jesus. Had Dick even had time to grieve?

Jason closed the door and took a deep breath. Then went to give his instructions to the servants. Master Dick was sick—just the flu, but his loving husband was worried. All events canceled and no disturbances. If they could send up some food, that would be most appreciated, though he would come make something himself if that was too much work.

For the first time, he saw an approving smile on the head butler’s face.

Then he returned to the study.

Okay. What this city needed—what it was lacking—was a strategy. Jason had only seen fragments of what it took to rule. He suspected Dick was in the same boat: too deep in some areas, too superficial in others. So that would need to change.

Tonight, he would read up on Dick’s work, finish his paperwork for him. (Maybe even that paper, though he would e-mail the prof about an extension first.) Tomorrow, he and Dick would sit down and talk. There had to be a schedule, a division of duty that worked for both of them. Something that allowed them to juggle their duties and maybe—just maybe—do more than just survive. All they had to do was work together and figure it out.

To his surprise, Jason was actually looking forward to it.

(I’m taking prompts until the end of the year.)

[jaykore]

Hey I do the same thing! I refer to Jason's stint with Black Mask as the "Hoe-son Todd" era 😏

Hahahaha omg. I can roll with that XD lol

[thestuckylibrary]

Can you help find a fic where Steve gets shrunk down and Bucky doesn't even realise until they start cuddling?

This one?

nothing goes over his head by fmo (oneshot | 1,494 | T)

In which Bucky gets knocked out briefly during a mission, wakes up fine, and then spends a day enduring strange hints, clandestine looks, and cryptic texts from his friends. Steve will never let him live this one down.