#rc writes

[racingcore]

Tumblr eats the quality, and exams are the death of me. Enjoy!

also, drachmas for your thoughts?

[raccoon-coded]

Doesn't look like I ever posted this one—maybe just the ao3 link? So dropping it here now:

An MCU Rocket Raccoon Headcanon & Character Analysis #3: Neat or Sweet?

An exploration of Rocket's drinking preferences.

Rocket will drink just about anything alcoholic, except the piss water they dare call alcohol on Terra, but what can you expect from a planet named Dirt?

His first choice is normally hard liquor. Doesn't matter what kind, as long as it gets him drunk fast.

While he often does have fun drinking (in the beginning at least, before all the emotions he's been holding back come to the surface,) Rocket isn't a casual drinker and rarely just drinks for the fun of it. Mainly, he drinks to numb himself—to forget. Which mean when he drinks, it isn't just one or two. His goal is to get as plastered as possible and when you're barely over 3 feet tall, that's not a difficult task. Although don't underestimate him as a light weight, he has a remarkable alcohol tolerance and will drink just about anyone under the table. Maybe it's because he's built different—literally.

However, if he's only able to have a couple of drinks (maybe he's on a stealth mission and is trying to blend in with a crowd), and the setting calls for it (think island escape), he won't pass up a fruity or dessert cocktail. It's a guilty pleasure. Scrap that—he's not guilty of anything. They're delicious, and in all honesty, he has a hidden soft spot for sweet things.

This isn't to say Rocket never drinks casually. He can have a couple of celebration drinks with friends if he's in a good mood. He just prefers to drink heavily because, let's be honest—he's rarely in a good mood and alcohol helps keep his demons at bay. Or at least, that's what he tells himself.

That's how it is until he becomes Captain, anyway. Post volume 3 Rocket has a lot more responsibility, clarity, and hope for the future. By then he's likely to have become more of a casual drinker, a few glasses or bottles during celebrations or downtime. He doesn't have time for hangovers—he needs to be on his toes at all times! Sacrifices must be made. Noone ever said being captain was easy.

[brutal-out-here]

Renegade Nell fanfic cast & prologue chapters up now!!

I should have chapter one and maybe 2 up by the end of the week!

[forepop]

it really is like this isn’t it? the singers you used to wipe the floor with are the only one’s left to sing your songs. for the few minutes the video lasts its like you're still alive. like a cliche, strange to think such a vibrant man is no longer with us, that everyone is singing his songs but him. the family who watched you grow up and watched you die, the friends who could redraw your soul from memory, the coworkers who knew you well enough to know they wanted to know you better, the ones who admired you from a distance, the seniors and the hoobaes and the contemporaries, the people you talked to last week and the one’s who were your best friend when you were seventeen and didn’t know anything. death like a limb ripped from your body, death like the ground vanishing beneath you. grief cracking like thunder, grief like phantom limb pain. bitterness and melancholy, like an old song on the radio, where have you gone, joe dimaggio? the future that comes with a bitter taste, where, o where, has my juliet gone? your friends sing your songs and i feel like crying. it’s a ghost story - your little brother sings in his voice just like yours. i want to be in the world where u last forever, your comfortable songs in your voice and you never need coals to make you warm. i want to live there. can you take me? i play another video and close my eyes, and for a moment it’s still possible.

[robotsnchicks]

Read Gimme the News On Ao3

Rating: Explicit

Word count: 1960

Tags: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Doctor Castiel, Patient Dean, Medical Kink, Prostate Exam

Summary: Dr. Novak crosses his arms and glares at Dean from across the room. “If you think there’s a foreign object lodged in your rectum then I suggest you go to the emergency room so they can take an x-ray and properly address the situation.”

Dean sucks his lower lip in and then releases it into a pout. “Aw c'mon doc. I’ve got a ten dollar copay here. If I go to the hospital I’m looking at a couple hundred minimum.” He spends some time admiring the strong length of the doctor’s hands. “Besides I’d much rather have my favorite doctor’s fingers in me than some stranger at the ER.”

This is a gift for my friend @thedumbscientist who shares some of my favorite kinks. Sorry it took so long! I hope you like it! <3

Also using this to fill the patient/caregiver space on my card for the @deanandcasbingo

[racingcore]

2025 Ferrari team mates and at the end of this Lewis is going to be like 'they need god' to lestappen cuz even he cant comprehend that they aren't together with all their domestic bullshit and he has been through highs and lows of brocedes 😭😭

[racingcore]

im writing a fic with my big three: charles-max-lewis and nico is the ghost that haunts it.

[racingcore]

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Love your stories

oh i get to choose!

okay then from 'how terrible it is to love' aka lestappen crash fic, i know that religious symbolism and some more symbolism i dont know the name of is sprinkled all over but i thought why just not shove it into the readers face here.

The doctor just shook his head. Then there was a gentle pat on his head, the weight staying. Max looked up but couldn’t see the person’s face, the sun directly above him. He felt dizzy.   “I'm sorry,” the voice said gently, the only thing Max could hear above the rush of noise around him. “He is not going to wake up.”  

at first i was thinking of making it more obvious. like you already know its a person, too blinding to see because of the sun, you dont know their face. i was going to add how Max was peaceful in the moment, but how wrong it felt. how he was above everything in the presence of that person but how badly he wanted to be grounded in Charles laying in front of him. but then it would have been too much symbolism considering i also did this with Max

He knew, deep down he knew. But he was Max Verstappen, stubborn and reckless to the fault of writing his own destiny in the history books. He willed almost everything his way, a three times world champion, Mad Max, the Flying Dutch.   And if he didn't will God, the universe, to look him in the eyes and let him keep Charles; then what was he?  

arrogance in the face of god, of destiny. how long one can be presented by indifference by the universe before the price has to be paid kinda way? but also not. you get what i mean? yes Max wrote himself in but things happen, life happens and loved ones die and no matter how sure you are of yourself in life, it shakes you cuz you can be angry all you want, be defiant and demanding but nothing can change that.

all in all i wanted that what Max defied be the one to deliver him the news all while it was happening on the very base of which Charles and Max's relationship developed into love: racing.

from this ask game.

thank you anon! hope you're having a nice day <3