I can’t stand McLaren. Really. Oscar took advantage of his teammate’s slow stop. And you make him swap? Such trash. Can’t stand that team. Trash.
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I can’t stand McLaren. Really. Oscar took advantage of his teammate’s slow stop. And you make him swap? Such trash. Can’t stand that team. Trash.
its like r**l players know they can do anything and they know the ref isn’t gonna do anything
Domenico was bored out of his mind, he had a splitting headache, the light hurt his eyes and he was struck picking up trash, so yeah. Not that there weren’t perks to his punishment though, he got to watch a bunch of spoiled rich kids down in the dump grabbing trash with him, probably doing dirty work for the first time in their lives. Besides, Nico didn’t mind a few hours a day of work, after all he had been taking shitty teenage afternoon jobs since he was old enough for it and it sure was better than being expelled and having a future of flipping burgers for all his life.
What he hated though, were the whispers and amused looks of the students that for one reason or another had the luck not to be involved and still thought their situation to be hilarious. Which was perhaps pretty hypocritical on his part, but self-awareness didn’t mix well with an hangover.
“Hey Fuck off!” He shouted, raising the middle finger to a sophomore that had just ‘mistakenly’ kicked down one of the bags he and the rest of the ‘team’ had spent most of the afternoon filling up. The blazer wearing asshole just grinned at Nico and then retreated among the safety of his friends. They were having a blast weren’t they? He clenched his fists, but before he could do anything about it, one of the sisters gave him a stern look.
“Di Giovanni…” She remarked, with a shrill, irritating, voice, pointing at the small pile of trash that now littered the floor. Apparently it was his duty to fix the mess. Great.
“Cazzo* (Fuck), when we are done… I am going to kick, that asshole a new one.” He declared, crossing the gaze with a fellow party goer before he leaned down to try and fix the bag of trash, gathering its spilt content as best as he could.
“This sucks, but still worth it though… If you ask me.” He grinned. Yeah a pool party with half of the girls in bikinis, he would pick up trash for a year if he could get a repeat.
nott looking straight at caleb while saying "maybe it's time to remove that chain" of their secrets reblog if you cry
modern AU where this is Arthur’s lockscreen
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Kaamelott Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Characters: Arthur Pendragon, Appius Manilius, Aulus Milonius Procyon, Titus Nipius Glaucia, Venec, Licinia, Iulia Additional Tags: Rome, Livre VI, Fix-It, Can You Believe This Is What Happened
for the gays, mais en particulier pour @little-water-lily, bon anniversaire bonch <3
A DnD WIP of Leelou! Our absent-minded too tall Wood Elf Druid! She spent a hundred years in the woods outside her destroyed home of Pomn, she probably did stuff like this a lot
Its a new morning and I still love the Dallas Stars.