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odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

#!!! #the odyssey

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#incredible #animals

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meant to be

#like no other #charles x alex

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LEWIS AND BONO // SUNDAY, LAS VEGAS GP 2023

#kith.... #lewis x bono #vegas 23

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- I Guess the Old You is a Ghost (#589: June 25, 2014)

#kms #words

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kmag with his daughter before quali 🥺 | abu dhabi 23

#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #kevin magnussen

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Yeye

#omg. wish that were me #art

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“when i get on the floor and i see number 11 suited up with me, i feel good about our success and our chances to win a game…”

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#in fucking SANE and it should be ILLEGAL that this exists!!!!!!!!!! #actually feel very sick abt this and them and the future and the HSITORY!!!! oh god the history #oh god the future they've been planning together for years and years and years #wouldn't want to do it with anyone else !!!!!!!! #gsw front office if you make them do it with anyone else i'll kill you!!!!! #they're insane. thiseyre actually just . meant to be oh my fucking god #i think abt klay thompson free agency and i instantly want to kms #anyway. gorgeous. ridiculous. awe inspiring. sickening. #klay x steph

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#art

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#fucking . christ #lewis hamilton #austin 23

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📷 @.iwcwatches / instagram

#gf gf gf. #lewis hamilton

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love when he explains things 💜

#seb in the back row asking increasingly ridiculous questions to get lewis's attention #they haven't spoken in eight months but both happen to be attending the same work conference #seb has thought abt lewis's work and also his hands and his company every day for the past twelve months #lewis doesn't get flustered and doesn't let his feelings at seeing seb show #and when seb asks ''what happens if you just fully send it around the hairpin?'' lewis says ''everything goes up in flames.'' #seb knows all about that one. #anyway. could listen to him talk forever and ever!!!! esp abt these things #lewis hamilton #china 24

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🫶🏾

#😖😖😖🤧🤧🤧 #please.... #lewis hamilton #china 24

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🧸🔒💜🚀

#he's so pretty idk what to do. #i just don't know what to do. i keep staring at these hoping to find an answer #so beautiful 🙇🏻‍♀️ #lewis hamilton #china 24

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#🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #love u to the moon and back a million billion times 💕 #lewis hamilton #china 24

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59. interrupted declaration of love + 90. unexpected virgin....? -kane :)

The way I've been seeing this url in my notes for WEEKS and did not put together that it was you... here you go:

Lewis is cooking dinner, monologuing about what happened when he met Rick Owens, how he tried on the giant acrylic platform heels and nearly tumbled flat on his face. Mick watches him gesticulate affably in front of the floor-to-ceiling kitchen window, the smoggy skyline of New York unfurling behind him. Mick clenches his fists under the table, listening to Lewis explain how he wants to try the shoes again, wants to practice in them so he can wear them through the paddock and piss the geriatric fucking oil barons off—Lewis’s words. Mick feels bad about interrupting, but he has to say it before he loses the nerve. 

“Lewis,” he says, abortively. He feels his cheeks heating. Now that he’s paused, it’s going to be a thousand times harder to get the words out. He sets his jaw and makes himself say it. The words exit his mouth in a jumble: “I have—feelings for you.” 

Lewis drops the spatula he was working with, and his head snaps towards Mick. Mick’s heart nearly arrests right there, under Lewis’s assessing gaze. The careful opaqueness of Lewis’s face is going to break his heart—Mick knows it. He readies himself for the worst possible reaction, which he figures will be pity. that someone like Mick loves someone like Lewis. 

Lewis blinks. The pan on the stovetop steams and sizzles. “Oh thank God,” says Lewis. “I thought I was wrong and that I invited you here for nothing.” He wipes his brow, cracking a relieved smile. Something tender and happy unfolds inside Mick’s chest. He watches Lewis flick off the stove while Mick’s hands shake, his fingertips pressed into his thighs. 

“Let’s not even bother with this,” says Lewis, nudging the pan off the stove. “I want to fuck you so badly. God. Can I say that?” 

All of a sudden Lewis is crossing the open-concept apartment, his bare feet on the ridiculously ornate tiles, and Mick is still frozen at the dining room table, distantly aware that his mouth has dropped open and that he must be staring at Lewis with awe in his eyes. It’s almost like he can’t believe it. He doesn’t believe it, even though he heard it from Lewis’s mouth. 

Lewis pauses half a metre away from Mick. Mick finds himself tilting his head up to look Lewis in the eye. 

“I thought Seb was going to kill me,” said Lewis. “I felt so… dirty? I haven’t felt that way for… at least a decade.” He takes another step towards Mick and reaches for Mick’s jaw. “Is this okay?” 

Mick feels himself nod. Then Lewis’s lips are meeting his, his mouth is opening to Mick’s, and Mick is hauling himself out of his chair to mold his body to Lewis’s while he kisses him. Lewis rakes a hand through Mick’s scalp, fingers closing around a fistful of hair, and Mick lets himself be led to the sofa. Lewis pushes him down onto it, their mouths never parting, and climbs on top of Mick. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” says Lewis, when he pushes Mick’s shirt up above his nipples. Mick experiences a double rush of arousal at the feeling of Lewis’s hand tracing his abdomen and the idea that Lewis thinks he’s hot. 

Lewis ducks back in to kiss him again, and feeling bold, Mick reaches around to hook a few fingers into the belt loops on Lewis’s jeans and pull his hips against Mick’s. Lewis groans, rolling his hips into Mick’s erection, and a shock of ecstasy pulses up Mick’s spine. He momentarily loses his coordination and finds his lips mouthing messily at Lewis’s beard. 

Lewis chuckles like it amuses him, and then his hand is slipping down Mick’s abs and towards the elastic waistband that’s peeking out of Mick’s jeans. “Tommy—I like it,” Lewis murmurs, into Mick’s neck. His hand travels further, thumbing over the button of Mick’s jeans, popping it open, and then—

“Wait,” says Mick, tearing his mouth from Lewis’s. “Just. Hold on a second.” He swallows, working up the nerve for the second time this evening. “I’ve… never. With a guy.” 

“Oh,” says Lewis, pulling back. There’s an impossible flush on his cheeks. His hand remains where it is. Mick swears that his pupils have dilated, that there's a crazed light shining behind his eyes. “Okay,” he tilts his head from side to side. “I can work with that.” He dives back in.

#buzzing noise in my brain gets so loud that i can't form a coherent thought #this is sissjjsisisks this . #YEAHHHHHHH #lewis x mick #fic rec

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me watching it all unfold, oil on canvas paper, 2024

#oh i adore him #incredible!!! #art