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sorry
shit
wow lol
hope you didn’t see that
party foul—
Daniel sends Max a spicy picture by accident. Max freaks, then deals.
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- Part 1 of Brunette Cinematic Universe
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12 Jun 2026
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He bounces back from things so quickly that Max, who lingers, who is burdened by his own clinging feelings, marvels at it.
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Max fantasizes about how to put Daniel’s entire entity into the hidden folder on his phone so nobody else out in the world, the world which is obsessed with him, can see him.
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fratstappen x nerd oscar
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29 May 2026
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Max's expression does the door-opening thing. The enormous quiet thing.
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Oscar had, at some point, become a piece of furniture.
That wasn’t a complaint. Just an observation. Like noticing the weather had turned or that the apples in hospitality were bad again.
George Russell had apparently decided that wherever Oscar was standing was the correct place to be. This was true at national anthems, in the paddock, in the media pen, and—most impressively—exactly when Oscar was attempting to film something for McLaren’s social channels.
Every race weekend, without fail, George found him. Especially if he needed an umbrella.
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- Part 4 of Tumblr Short Requests
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But this commenter also mentions that liking men felt like a decision.
An argument could be made that Lando ‘chose’ that guy (and every other guy) she slept with because she knew she could, not because she simply felt drawn to him, and that's where the difference lies in her attraction.
If she were gay though, wouldn't she have felt 'drawn’ to a woman by now?
Lando can't understand herself. George is there to help.
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05 Mar 2026
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george: Idk, maybe you just really appreciate the female form and that's why you also watch porn that focuses on solely on the woman
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Sansa finds it difficult to look at Jon’s face, with its weathered lines and cragginess. It is the face of the North and a face that northerners trust; the face of Sansa’s brothers and her father, who had been loved and respected by their tenants as their forefathers had been when they were kings. How can Sansa feel anything but resentment, looking into that face and knowing that all of her years of hard work will never earn her the respect that that profile engenders within seconds?
But she does. It is a small, burning coal of something that must be smothered.
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27 Feb 2026
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“Uh!” Jon coughs. He doesn’t even have a crumb of fruitcake to pretend to choke on; he had eaten all three of the slices on the tray within twenty minutes of sitting down.
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She strokes the back of Jon’s hand and thinks, His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
“You have made a rather poor trade, Jon,” she tells him, slowly opening her eyes. “A golden ring for a woman who is distrustful and deceitful by nature.”
“Don’t speak so poorly of my wife,” Jon rasps.
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“Where do you need me?” he asks her in a lull between waves of gossips. Sansa recalls the feeling of pure tenderness that had swept over her the first time he had asked her this--his trust in her skill had felt like a gift--and it is tempered now by the realization that Jon only really knows how to be a service as a soldier, as someone given orders who then follows them.