Bloopers Vs The Final Scene.

• Young Max

• Max Verstappen

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ok but can we talk about how obviously touch starved eddie munson is?

his dad obviously isn’t winning any father of the year awards, and his mom is either dead or gone, and wayne— although he loves eddie— doesn’t seem the type to be overly physically affectionate.

pair this with the fact that eddie has almost always been the weird kid. first he was the kid with the dead or deadbeat mom. the kid from the trailer park, who wore crappy hand-me-down clothes and smelled like cigarette smoke. the kid whose dad taught him to hotwire cars. then he was the kid with a buzzcut who played in a weird “satanic” band and played an even weirder satanic boardgame. then he was the teen who sold drugs, who got detention, who failed senior year twice.

and he’s always been the kid who was bullied. pushed down on the playground. beaten up in the locker rooms. dunked in toliets. nearly run off the road by rich popular kids when he was just trying to walk home to the trailer park. (wayne ends up buying the van from an old friend just to keep eddie a little safer.)

so when he finally makes a few friends, finds a few other outcast souls, he gloms onto them. he doesn’t even realize it half the time, but he’s always slapping gareth and jeff— then mike and dustin— on the back, slinging his arms over their shoulders, ruffling their hair. and sometimes they push him away, roll their eyes, annoyed by his antics, and he has to hide his hurt with another joke and quick smile.

he would be even worse with someone he had romantic feelings for. even if at first he thinks he doesn’t deserve you, doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, whatever, he still wouldn’t be able to stop himself from touching you. tapping your arm to get your attention, letting his fingers linger. playing with your hair, your clothes. knee and thigh pressed into yours while the two of you sit on the couch passing a joint.

and once the two of you actually confess your feelings? game over.

now he’s always holding your hand, leaning into your space. pressing kisses to your fingers, your hair, your mouth, anywhere he can reach. makes you sit on his lap any chance he gets, and half the time it’s not even sexual, he just wants you close. needs you close.

and every time you reciprocate— every time you lean your head on his shoulder while watching a movie, or interwine your fingers with his, or let him be the little spoon, or coax him to lie on the couch with his head in your lap so you can massage his scalp and run your fingers through his hair— eddie feels like crying. feels like he’s going to wake up any moment because this has to be a dream…

anyway…. just thinking some thoughts™️

Nico Rosberg

#nr6

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You're My Queen

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x plus size!reader

Warnings: Insecurities, self deprecating thoughts.

Summary: It saddened Loki to see you view yourself as anything less than a queen.

Wc: 576

a/n: @lilacprincessofrecovery I am so sorry that it took me so long to get to this, but I had a lot of fun writing for Loki though! I feel like it's always such a nice refresher when I thrown in a character that I rarely ever write for! Thank you so much for your patience, it really does mean everything in the world to me! I hope you enjoy! :]

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Even though Loki came from Asgard, he was an Earth man, through and through, why wouldn’t he be? That was the planet where he had found you. It was a complete accident, at least in your end, bumping into him on the street where he stood with his brother. If you was anyone else, he would’ve snapped on you, but it was as if his words died in his throat, and for the first time in what felt like centuries, the god of mischief, the man that always seemed to have something to say, was rendered speechless. He couldn’t help but let his gaze follow you, even after you apologized to him.

All he could recall from that day was Thor saying, “That’s a good one, brother.”

And a good one you were. At least in his mind. Loki considered you his goddess, a queen that everyone should bow down to and worship for the rest of their days. Sadly, you didn’t see yourself that way. At first, he was angry, angry that these pathetic humans ever dared to talk down to you, to make you feel any less important than you truly were. To him, you were the sun, the moon, the stars, the creator of the universe, the person that made his life make sense, but your insecurities only got worse when you’d visit Asgard.

“Loki…” You said unsurely as you stared at the dress laid out on the bed before you. Even though Loki despised his “family,” it would be the first time that they had met you, and he demanded that you’d have respect. “I don’t think this is going to fit.” Which was a half lie. The gorgeous cloth was intimidating; with beautiful intricate golden details to the corset which was even prettier. To you, you felt as though you had no business wearing something like this.

“Darling,” You heard him state as he walked over to you. “I’ve had that dress made just for you. It is one of a kind.” You shook your head, trying to conjure up any other excuse, but coming up empty handed. “I don’t deserve to wear this.” You said as your shoulders slumped. It was embarrassing really, how harshly you looked down on yourself to the point where you couldn’t allow yourself to enjoy the fact that you were on a whole other planet, let alone dating a god.

He placed his hands on your waist lovingly, turning you around so that you faced him.

“That’s nonsense and you know it.” He said sternly. “You are more deserving than anyone in the cosmos. You have hung the stars, my love.” His hands innocently traced your body, no lust in his intentions as he looked at you earnestly. “You are gorgeous. Perhaps the most enchanting woman I have ever met. It kills me, my sun, to hear you speak of yourself this way.” Your heart beat fast in your chest as his hands cupped your full, rounded cheeks that he adored so much.

“Loki I…” You went to say, but he was quick to cut you off. “No, I refuse to listen to such ridiculous words.” He then in turn, grabbed the dress and handed it to you. “You are my queen, and a queen deserves everything pleasant the universe has to offer, but,” He said with an airy laugh, “A dress is a great way to start.”

And for a moment, you believed him.

Joseph Quinn attends the Christian Dior Womenswear Spring/Summer 2023 show at Paris Fashion Week

SEBASTIAN STAN (✿◠‿◠)

Oscar Piastri

#op81🦘

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