#but definitely

[supertaliart]

I silently passed this over to my friend Kayla while we were watching House MD and she just said “How dare you.”

[dyncmicduo]

r.e. the twitter discourse of "if dick died, how would bruce react" and everyone responding with 10 different variations of bruce going on suicidal missions, killing people, and himself is so funny to me... so you agree? that dick dying would break bruce like no one else? that dick is the most important person to him? that their bond is the strongest and most complex within the batman franchise? people will undermine the brucedick bond and then will unanimously agree dick is the only one keeping him from going off the rails

[cryoverlife]

The only reason some “kid’s books” are called kid’s books is cause the trauma the twelve year old went through is never properly addressed.

[f1reasons]

I like Kimi, I really do mainly because of Max liking him. Plus I hate Russell which is reason enough. But his fans are insufferable. They alone are making him so much less likeable in the community 😭

Hi anon 👋 I wish I had something more insightful to add. I'm honestly in the process of unpacking my feelings in regards to Kimi and it's not a done deal yet lol.

(this got sooooo long winded. i'm adding a read more 😊)

First I'll say that I don't really hate any of the drivers. Sometimes I get fully fucking done with one driver or another. George does fall into that category sometimes and Lando too tbh. Both of them lost a lot of points with me for their comments about Max and the regs during testing. And Neither of them impress me much in terms of racing, though I'll happily acknowledge that they are good and sometimes even great drivers. Anyway that was a lot of words to say I don't 'hate' any driver.

And then about the fans... I'm embarrassed to say that I do not engage with fans outside of my maxblr bubble. I learned early on last year during the 2025 season that I needed to just stick to my following page because the amount of Max hate coming from certain corners just fully bummed me out. And most of the times the takes were actually brain dead so even for intellectual honesty on my part there was nothing to be gained. I believe you that they are insufferable. I just don't know first hand. What I will say in regards to this is that I think there is overall some interesting things happening whenever Kimi gets valid criticism. People seem afraid to stand by it. I know this is a bit of a dead horse for me, but I was taken aback when Charles Leclerc apologized for the w2w comment he made about Kimi on the radio. When have drivers apologized about radio messages. I think the only time I've heard it is a driver to their engineer or team (ie Max to GP after he gets heated). I always assumed it was understood that those are heated moments and don't require any handwringing. Why did Charles apologize? He wasn't even wrong and it's an opinion. Is he not allowed to have an opinion on Kimi's wheel to wheel skill? Everyone and their dog on that grid has and has voiced their opinion on Max's 'aggressive' driving and no one apologized for that did they? Maybe I missed it?

Okay so now that I've already gotten long-winded like I always do on to what I'm trying to unpack. The thing is that there is a part of my negative feelings about Kimi are because I'm feeling protective of Max and his records. I hate it but yeah, that's a big part of it for me. Which is funny because I doubt Max is holding on to his records that dearly. He's looking ahead to the future ones he can break while having fun driving fast cars lol. So I keep that in mind when I think about Kimi... I'm feeling a little protective of Max.

But is there more to it? I think so. Let me say that the word 'deserve' isn't one I entertain really. You either win or you don't win. You either get a record or you don't. Kimi has won and has broken records. It's not about deserve or not deserve. However, that said, I think that the current state of affairs in F1 has broken a lot of what the sport should be about and it's bad not only for the sport, but I maintain, bad for Kimi as well. How is he developing as a driver when he is doing very little 'racing'. He's an incredible driver with an incredible skill set. He drives so smoothly and handles the car with a grace that is amazing at his age. But let's not forget that he logged a massive 9,000+ kilometers of private testing in a older spec Mercedes F1 car. That is unheard of for a rookie. By comparison Max did 400 kilometers. Ollie Bearman also did 400 km and Isack Hadjar did 471 km. I'm sure we'd find that the other rookies are similar. The only driver who comes close to Kimi is Lewis Hamilton who did 8,967.8 km (don't know how they know so precisely lol). Another Mercedes wunderkind. Interesting 🤔 What none of those private testing miles get you is wheel to wheel knowledge. His stint in F2 was marked unsurprisingly by amazing speed, but a lot of racing mistakes. Does Mercedes think they can just speed past his mistakes? Apparently they do. Is the strategy to just keep him in front? What happens if the W17 isn't the dominant car? Is Kimi prepared to race other hungry drivers to win? And more importantly has he been prepared mentally to push through loss? From what I can see right now... no, I don't think so. And it only makes me dislike Wolff even more. I really really distrust that man. I do not think he has Kimi's interests at heart.

So, yeah, like you I'll say right out loud. I like Kimi Antonelli. He seems like a sweet kid and I'm extremely glad to see a driver who can reach this level without having been abused into. I'd very much like to see that old trope die. No more Max is only good because his father kicked his ass. Ugh, that's ugly af and needs to die. But yeah, I like Kimi well enough. I don't appreciate his driving at the moment and literally cannot stand the comparisons to Max. I'm not going to apologize for that. It doesn't make me a bully. It doesn't make anyone a bully to say 'I don't like that driver.' My advice is to retreat to your bubble. This isn't politics or human rights or community or anything like that. This is a privilege I think you can safely take to protect your mental health that hurts no one 😊😊😊

Thanks for messaging and here's to hoping we get a Max victory very soon. Victoria en Barcelona!!!!

[hardly-noticeable]

I woke up from a nap with this slightly unhinged idea in my head. I think I've been reading too many possessive!Eddie fics. Anyway, here's another. Enjoy.

Tommy walked through his apartment door one hot summer night in LA, tired and ready for a lukewarm shower after a shift of sweat and stress, and knelt to untie his shoes by the door. As he stood, he felt a buzz in his back pocket. He took his phone out and flicked it open without paying much attention, heading for his fridge for a bottle of water. He paused with the door open, bottle in hand, as he read the sender's name.

He hadn't heard from Diaz in months. Not since he and Buck split. In fact, his last text had gone undelivered. He was fairly sure Eddie blocked him.

Without any text around it for context, after months of no-contact, Eddie had sent him a video. The preview for it was just a black screen.

Tommy tapped the play arrow.

The black appeared to be from the video taper adjusting the phone in their hand. The image shifted quickly, to a sight that stunned him to see.

A zoom in on Buck from the neck up, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. His pretty amber curls in complete disarray as they stuck to his sweaty forehead, his soft cheeks flushed a deep red, and his pretty mouth parted as he panted and whined. He had been chewing his lips; they were red and marked from it in a way that Tommy was once quite familiar with.

The camera panned down, following the trail of blooming red marks down his neck to his smooth round pecs. He appeared to have his arms splayed out on either side of himself, though the camera didn't move to show their exact position. It followed the marks the filmer had likely made down, down, down to where Buck's wide, weeping cockhead was leaving smears of pre all over his stomach.

It swayed and dragged, leaving glistening moisture in its wake. The camera lingered on it, followed it, as though the filmer was distracted by it for a moment. Or maybe they were just emphasizing how good Buck was feeling? It was certainly emphasized to Tommy; he didn't remember Buck leaking that much when they fucked, though he did get wetter than most men Tommy had been with

The video resumed its downward path, following the length of Buck's flushed shaft to his balls, drawn tight and pushed up by gravity thanks to the way he was positioned. It came to a stop again when it reached his hole.

His wide-stretched, lube drenched hole, and the flushed nearly purple cock thrusting steadily inside him. The raw cock. There wasn't a condom to be seen around that huge fucking thing as it pushed in and out of Buck while Tommy watched.

Then, a brief shot of thumb on the lens, and the zoom of the video changed. When he could see Buck again, he was treated to a wide angle shot of him from the cock-owner's incredible perspective.

He did have his arms spread beside him like Tommy assumed, biceps flexing as he clutched at the bedspread beneath him like it was the only thing keeping him from being swept off the bed. His thighs were as littered with bites and marks as his throat and as tense as his biceps; they were shaking and hard at work keeping him raised slightly off the pillows that had been shoved under him to get the angle the filmer wanted. His pelvis was perfectly tilted, allowing for his hole to be in the light and his cock to drag across his stomach.

Tommy had fucked him, but he had never seen him look so overwhelmed by it. The way his whole body was trembling as the owner of that fat purple cock continued to thrust into him was mesmerizing.

The owner of said cock slammed in hard, pushing upwards as he did, and Buck’s body spasmed as he arched into it. Tommy's volume was low, but he heard him cry, “Eddie!” as his body jerked.

Tommy pressed down on his volume until it was all the way up. The sound of the bed in the video creaking and the filmer's heavy breathing became loud and clear. Above both sounds, he heard Buck whining as he tossed his head side to side.

“Oh!” he gasped. “No, no, I'll come. It's too much!”

The filmer Eddie. It was definitely Eddie, Tommy accepted that as he watched Buck continue to take his cock on his phone screen. Eddie just said, “Go ahead, baby. Come for me,” and began to slam in even harder.

Tommy had never been one for rough sex. He didn't think Buck was either. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Buck responded to the harsher thrusts with a loud cry, before seemingly forcing his eyes open. He paid the camera no mind, possibly didn't even notice it as he locked eyes with Eddie. The camera, however, noticed him, and the glint of the tears that began to stream down his face without his clenched eyelids to hold them back.

“Eddie,” he whined again, then again, until he was all but chanting, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” with each harsh slam of Eddie's pelvis against his ass.

Tommy could hear the slap of skin on skin.

He watched, unblinking, as Buck's fevered chanting grew in pitch and volume, until a whole body shudder went through him, his hips jerked, and he all but screamed, “EDDIE!” before his pretty, red cock began to shoot all over his stomach.

The video ended as the phone fell with a dull thump onto the bed beside him.

 

Tommy was left standing in his open fridge, holding a water in his free hand, and staring at the black video preview while confusion and arousal were warring inside his brain.

He finally moved to let the fridge fall closed.

Then, as he watched, the video blinked away and was replaced by the words Eddie Diaz unsent a message, leaving him even more completely confused. Did Eddie mean to send that to him? What the hell was happening?

He watched the three little dots bubble up below the unsent message, blinking because it was the only thing he felt like he knew how to do. Then, a simple, four word message came through and he knew for sure that, yes, that video was for him. He was meant to see it, hear it, live with it ingrained in his brain with a clear message behind it.

All Eddie said was, “You lost.”

Tommy let out a long, shuddering breath. Yeah, he really, really had, huh?

[fandom-hoarder]

Finishing watching the main panel, and it's been a pretty good one. Decent questions. Decent mics. They had a lot of reminiscing. They laughed at the michael/lucifer fight, talked about switching Sam and Dean's lines in a breakup scene.

Someone asked what spn monster they would like to play, and Jensen immediately said wendigo. That wasn't his final answer, but it was his immediate answer.

And my brain is like: there's a Jared gif from years ago where the question was what spn monster would you fuck, and jared said wendigo (because he'd like to see what it's like to f someone taller 😅)

👀

[j4zz4lop3]

Valentines Day seems like a fitting day to admit that i am some kind of aromantic. Because i keep imagining myself kissing different people i know, including my one and only ex-girlfriend and cringing, so uh..yea.. woo