#lio saying shit

[zakurohampter]

I finished promare for the first time I’m not joking it is taking every ounce of willpower in my fucking body to stop myself from hitting my head against the wall a million times what the fuck what the fuck what the fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk

#i literally can't say anything that hasn't been said before but holyyyy shit the camera movement. the colors. the mecha designs. #OUGH LIO FOTIA. my little meow meow. twirling my hair around a finger hiiiiiii #THE VOLCANO SCENE WHERE HE GOES BATSHIT #story was pretty good too i honestly wasn't expecting much but i liked it #also it was hilarious i was like hmm seems like kind of a deus ex machina and then that's what it's named LMFAOOOO #im so late to the promare party but yeah. im sooo normal about it #oh yeah and i didn't realize kakusei was from promare LOL #promare #thoughts? #hampterpost

[matoitech]

trigger is like ok galo and lio r gay and in love and attracted to each other and they kiss and they do get married post canon but they r only allowed to express so much physical affection on screen or our dudebro fans will be angry on twitter and we cannot think of literally anything worse

#their decision making is just fascinating 2 me cuz the fate of the movie was sealed when they made lio the love interest #so idk why u wouldnt just go as hard as u want w it. whoever made them cut a couple of emotional scenes may i ask what u were thinking #im saying this knowing it was surely an internal decision btw im not blaming that on like nameless media corps or something like #it was execs for sure ppl who were working on the movie #its not like prmare didnt go hard in a lot of ways it Did some shit it was popular for a reason #but knowing like behind the scenes they made exec decisions to cut an emotional moment for a fight scene or whatever is so trigger #self conscious abt their own ability to take things seriously sometimes

[bonnievoyage]

screaming and crying and throwing up bc the butterfly effect is so fun to think abt and it feels like such a wasted opportunity that ppl didn't blow the fuck up with everything everywhere all at once aus bc you can do so fucking much with it jesus christ

#fr was just 'what if vanitas knew that misha survived The Incident' and oh my god it would have changed so much #i might hold off on saying shit bc i wanna release a fic version of this rp drabble but i'm just so enamored #misha might have even been normal #bonnie talks #might write one out for lio next if he actually killed kray if i don't get a chance to write it w friends

[x-rds]

[Lio] I’m of the opinion that every once in a while fitzs friends do something that makes him a little 😳

#liolog #=he keeps being like -jokingly comments on how firbolg is a good kisser- #=-jokingly comments about how sexy Argo is- #=-jokingly says some really gay shit- #=your honor I think he’s a little bit of a fruit for his besties #=I think that first time the firbolg stands to full height he is just like O///______///O #=all my opinions are correct btw because. hehe well. you know. ;) #lio tazblogging

[onstoryladders]

ok so i just watched promare and wdym its not gay. someone out there saying that there was no gay tension between lio and galo and that galo had more tension with aina when he literally drops her ass on ice the moment he sees a flaming twink flying across the sky. shits gayer than gay sex

#promare #galio #and yes ik he didnt know that was lio BUT GUYS THE SYMBOLISM CMON #i finally found something else to rot my brain #galolio

[phantomfallacy]

So I just binged The Greatest Estate Developer and I'm clawing at the walls??? Screeching with laughter? God Lloyd busts my sides better than any comedian I've watched. If ya'll haven't read it yet, I'm begging on my knees—

Originally, people compared TGED with LCF, which actually made me leery about reading it because LCF just has that peak found-family-feel that has yet to stand out to me in any other series. But while TGED doesn't have the level of found family that LCF does (bc Cale collects his family like he collects Pokemon), it has other qualities that make it unique and lovable.

Lloyd is similar to Cale in shamelessness and cunning, but he's more hands-on with solving problems, and will not hesitate to fuck a bitch up, personally. Take a shot for every panel that has a tooth he knocked out from his enemies eyy!

Lloyd's replacement of the original body is subtly touched upon repeatedly early on, which I give kudos to because a lot of transmigration stories don't do that, especially if the main character transmigrates into a villain/cannon fodder. This obviously affects the tone of the story, and we get plenty of touching moments that change the relationships between Lloyd and the side characters who knew him intimately before the swap.

His relationship with his summons is also very sweet. I'm sad to say that there's not enough moments with him and his summons, but he does give them cuddles and every panel where he squishes his and their cheeks together hhhh. I got cavities—

Cults are a must for men as charismatic as him, because he's literally bombastic and has so much flair—side characters say he's got a plain ass face but like. Who needs a face that's pretty when you have your personality speak for you?

Love his relationship with the protagonist too. He and Javier are in a constant state of shitting on one another while supporting one another—

Which leads to the main charm of TGED: ITS HUMOR. It's like crack. I can't get enough of it. I'm usually not a big fan of crack humor, but the manhwa takes itself seriously sometimes too, and I guess there's just enough of these moments intermingled that makes me addicted.

If that's not enough to convince people to get started, here's some bonus points:

There's muscles. A lot of muscles. Attractive muscles.

Javier looks like Lio Fotia from Promare.

Emperor? No it's Empress and she's thicc.

One of his summons farts steel pipes and volcanic ash.

I'm begging you to read it.

#the greatest estate developer #tged #tged spoilers #not that spoilerish but tagging just in case #lloyd frontera #lcf #lout of the count's family #cale henituse #tged lloyd #webtoons #shameless protagonists

[ladylooch]

How about Nico fucking his gorgeous wife until she is absolutely spent and then swings into dad mode to make her birthday extra special as she naps. I love the passion and love that couple has for eachother 😍

Still what we call the good shit!

A marathon. 

That is all Lexi can think to describe what her and Nico have been doing since they dropped the babies at school this morning. 

Jokingly, Lexi had told Nico she wanted him to split her open for her birthday this week. She had been a little wine drunk and also it had been some time since she had her husband, so it seemed like a funny challenge.

She never expected him to deliver so literally.

“Oh, oh, oh, oh!” Lexi wails gripping the sheets in her fists as Nico rushes her towards her next orgasm. “Baby, please, please don’t stop.” Her throat gets dry from how desperately she is pulling air into her lungs.

Nico pumps faster into her, dragging his cock along her used pussy. He leans close to her ear. 

“You love my cock, baby? This all you needed for your birthday? Hm?” Lexi moans in agreement. Her head falls back, face towards the ceiling. Nico holds her there like that, a hand on her throat, finishing her off with rapid thrusts that shake her ass against his abdomen. In her throat, her moan gets stuck. Her walls collapse around Nico’s cock, squeezing his sensitive tip until he launches ropes of cum into her. 

“Oh!” Lexi finishes loudly. “Ohmygod.” She whines, slumping forward as Nico lets her go. He runs his ravenous hands over her bare back, gripping her ass cheeks, wishing he could bury himself inside of her again. But he knows his wife, and she is done.

He also knows his sister is on her way to the house with all their babies.

With soft presses, Nico kisses his way up her back. He gets to the back of her neck and sighs. 

“Babies are inbound in about ten minutes.” He murmurs against her hot skin. “You stay here, tangled up naked in our sheets. I’ll lock the door on my way out. I’ve got everything handled with the girls. You deserve to rest now. Took me so well, baby.” Lexi nods, unable to speak. She stutters on a gasp as Nico sucks her throat for a moment before getting off the bed completely.

He smirks to himself, knowing he just fucked his wife out of her damn mind.

As Nico is finishing up pouring juice for the girls downstairs, the front door bursts open and sneakers hit the tile.

“Daddy!!!!!” Lucie screams, launching herself into his legs. Mack comes next and then Sophie bounces behind, construction paper blowing in the breeze behind her.

“For mama!” She insists. She turns like she is going to go upstairs.

“Stay here, baby.” Nico says. 

“I wanna see mama.” 

“Sweets, you will later.” He runs a hand over her hair, careful of the blue bow her and Lexi picked out for today. 

“Bye Hischiers!” Emma yells into the house, then closes the front door the girls forgot to shut. Nico chuckles. Something is up in the Meier house.

“Lio is in trouble.” Lucie tells her dad.

“Yeah I heard he mouthed off in school today. Good thing my girls would never do that.” He squeezes Lucie’s chin, watching her eyes widen. She's been known to a time or two.

“Mack! Let’s play castle downstairs!” Lucie rushes off, away from her dad’s curious eyes.

“Hey, Luc?”

“Hm?”

“You have an hour. Then I want all of these babies in the kitchen helping me with dinner.”

“Why can’t mama make dinner?” Mack whines. 

“Because it’s her day.” Nico chuckles, handing Mack her cup of juice from the counter.

“We aren’t good at it like her.”

“True, but let’s try really hard tonight. For mama.” He smooches her nose then Sophie skips over, puckering her lips for a kiss. He complies happily and throws in a hug when she insists. He straightens to see Lucie next to him. “Oh? You too?” She nods, a little smirk on her lips. He gives her a quick one, then fixes the collar of her uniform that had folded inward. “An hour, baby. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Lucie says. “I love you, daddy.” 

“I love you too.” 

#what my world spins around au

[laora-ryn]

Anyway so we watched Promare for the first time Sunday, I went into it with zero knowledge beyond "blue haired titty man and small green haired person of indeterminate gender" and turns out I loved it

And the world they built is so interesting to me and tbh that was the thing that caught me the most at first? I think Lio's still my fave BUT I had some emotions about Galo just now and @ninthfeather told me to post them here, so

Like I feel like the defining Thing about galo in the movie, like obv he's a dumbass and embraces the dumbassery, and wraps it all in So Much Compassion and pours that into his work as a rescue firefighter

But the thing that hit me most in the movie is that in the cave. When lio's ko'ed him and ties him up and he's surrounded by people who are by all accounts his enemies. He sees a lady dying on the ground, a lady who according to the OVAs I haven't seen yet, who badly burnt him on his very first day on the job, and he begs lio to set him free so that he can help her

And the whole "I didn't think burnish ate food" (paraphrasing) "what the fuck, we're still human, don't be a shit head" followed by an immediate "oh fuck you're right, that was a shitty thing to say and think, I'm sorry"

Like that's not a thing that most people are willing to do?? Admit they fucked up and apologize for it??

And then afterward, lio, who he met like yesterday, who has been an ass to him the whole time, who is undeniably hostile to him and basically his enemy, tells him that the most important person in his life has been lying to him for twenty years, and that he's a horrible person and has done all sorts of horrible things

And I kind of expected galo to go full denial and/or existential crisis over it? But instead he listens to what lio says, and then goes to kray and asks him if what he said was true. And then when kray says that it is, he doesn't take up screen time with his breakdown or denials or anything. He immediately just goes "okay so turns out you're a shithead, we're no longer okay, I'm going to try and punch you and help the people you're hurting"

And like, X amount of time passes while he's in jail/lio's in the volcano and he almost definitely had a breakdown/crisis during that time since we see him crying in his cell. But it doesn't take screen time?

Like it happens but the next time we see him he's 100% on board with helping the burnish, and has no qualms about going up against kray, and just. Idk galo's just willingness to trust what people say and accept that his own worldview is wrong, and no matter how hard it is for him, to put aside his own feelings when other people's lives are at stake, idk I feel like that says a lot about him as a person

#Promare #Galo thymos #I hope I spelled his name right lol it's been a looooong day #Mine

[onboardsorasora]

I've been hammering at this all day and it doesn't want to go in a different direction. So I yield. Its not super whimsical but we're moving the story along, please don't hate me

Part 1 | Part 7

Part 8

Max stood in the kitchen, sipping a red bull and being grilled by his mother and sister. They had come over, as he promised Daniel they would, to celebrate his birthday. So… Max didn’t exactly tell them about Daniel, just that he had a friend staying with him for a little, while they worked out some visa issues.

Sophie and Vic had accepted that easily because they had no reason to not believe. They only realized something was….odd when they’d actually come over. Daniel was in Max’s clothes, it was clear to see. And he looked very cozy and comfortable in the space and the cats were very attached to him.

So after the initial greeting and introductions where Daniel gushed to Sophie how wonderful her son was (absolutely not helping), Daniel had happily agreed to keep an eye on Luka and Lio for a quick sec. That was how Max ended up in the kitchen being bombarded with accusations of hiding his boyfriend.

Daniel wasn’t his boyfriend, Max didn’t get why everyone thought that.

Not that he didn’t think that would, maybe, be nice. But that's a different thing altogether.

He looks across the room to Daniel who is talking animatedly with Lio while Luka stroked Jimmy’s fur. Sassy laid comfortably in Daniel’s lap as if that was her home. Truth be told, it kinda was. She had taken to Daniel faster and more completely than she’d ever taken to Max and maybe he could admit he was a little jealous of that. 

It was like she was protecting Daniel. There had been a few times that he’d seen her pad across the apartment and waited for him, as if leading Daniel to what he needed. She’d also gotten his attention once when it looked like he was going to squeeze his finger in a door. He’d crooned to her after about how amazing she was and they spent the afternoon curled up in a beam of sunlight together.

Sassy barely allowed Max to hold her sometimes, and she sure as shit didn’t want to cuddle. He’d joke and say she was a strong independent cat that didn’t need an owner. So this was completely new territory for him.

So yes, maybe Max was a little jealous of Daniel and Sassy’s relationship. Just a little. A smidge. A tad.

“No we aren’t together. Daniel is just a magical friend who needed some help getting home.” Max muttered around his can. Of course Sophie and Vic didn’t buy it.

“Magical friend?” Vic’s deadpan tone only got more cutting with motherhood.

“Yes. He’s magical adept or whatever google calls it.”

Sophie squinted her eyes at him before looking at Daniel again who was now gushing over something Lio was showing him. Their heads were close together as they chattered excitedly. Luka looked on with Jimmy.

“What do you mean?” Sophie asked. She, of course, knew about magical people. But she’d never met one. Vic was flabbergasted.

“He speaks to animals and his tattoos move.”

“Is that why Sassy is curled up on him like–” Vic cut in

“Yep” Max confirmed.

“So was the visa thing a lie?” Sophie asked.

“No, it is the weirdest thing. He’s from Australia and came over on a plane…but he doesn’t have a passport or anything. So I’ve been talking with his sister about figuring it out.”

“Is his sister magical too?” Vic again.

“I dunno.” Max shrugged, he was watching Daniel. He was more sedate than usual, very different to when he first met Lando, Charles, Alex and Lily. it seemed as if he was maybe trying to keep himself in check. Daniel looked up and caught him staring, he smiled sweetly at Max, not at all like the face cracking grins Max was used to, then looked back to the boys. 

It wasn’t bad, just unexpected.

Suddenly, Max remembered Daniel’s reaction to finding out that Max had cancelled his birthday plans and wondered if maybe Daniel was trying to make a good impression.

“He’s very worried that you don’t like him.” Max mumbled, not looking when both women’s eyes snapped back to him. “He was…upset that I cancelled our plans and blamed himself, I don’t of course, but he was really sad. So he wants to make a good impression so you don’t hate him, I think.”

Well that won’t do, Sophie and Vic shook their heads as if physically denouncing the idea. They each grabbed a drink and filtered back to the living room to join whatever activity Daniel and the boys were doing. Daniel offered them a tentative smile.

“I hope you don’t mind, we’ve been painting.” Daniel said softly and Max’s chest clenched at how achingly earnest it was. The boys picked up their artwork to show off happily.

“Why would we mind?” Sophie found herself asking, taking Luka’s painting– the race car was blue like his uncle’s and surrounded by trophies.

“Uhm,” Daniel bit his lip and looked to Max as if checking if it was ok. Max smiled at him encouragingly. “Sassy said you didn’t like the smell of the paint last time Luka used them. It made you sick.”

Vic’s eyes widened and she looked over at her brother as if for confirmation. Max held his hands up in a ‘it wasn’t me motion’ because he didn’t tell Daniel that the paints made Vic sick when she was pregnant with Lio. Sassy did.

Part 9

#they've truly taken on a life of their own and have refused all my guidance for this chapter. #I hope you like it lol #max/daniel #maxiel #enchanted au #disney princess dan

[lilyrizzy]

just a little something based of a csi fic i read 100 years ago, but cannot for the life of me find online to give credit to. if anyone recognises, pls do let me know!

outsider pov

cw: crash aftermath, breif mention of parent (guess who lol) being homophobic and a general dick

Sophie had always hoped that lighting a candle in church and crossing herself at the race track would be enough to appease God. Maybe she had angered him, missing so many Sundays this year to spend instead with her son, at his church; the track. Maybe it is just that God gives his hardest challenges to his loyalist followers, something she has heard repeated over and over since she was a child, something she taught to her own children.

Either way, watching the stewards pull her son’s unconscious body from a race car, it’s enough to have her wondering if there was more she could have done.  

Sophie lets herself into Max’s apartment with an easy twist of his key in the lock. Easier than she remembers, but then she’s struggling to recall when she was last here. The most recent times she’s seen Max, it’s been in the Netherlands or at different race tracks around the world. He says he likes to come home to see her, and it’s always warmed her heart too thoroughly, the idea that her house is home to him despite him never growing up there, for her to question that.

Now, she wonders if there wasn’t more of an ulterior motive.

Flicking on the hallway light, immediately she can tell it’s different. Splashes of colour she doesn’t remember seeing on the whitewashed walls. An antique-looking clock, letting her know it is 3 am. Artwork she’s never seen before hanging next to it, photos too, photos actually in frames. Years ago, there had been just one, her, Max and Victoria. Both of her children actual children in the picture, standing in front of some race track or other, and it had been frameless, stuck to the fridge with a magnet in the shape of a Red Bull can.

Now that one picture has multiplied, to make an entire collage frame, five photos in total sat inside it, the word ‘family’ written underneath.

Putting the keys in the glass bowl beside the front door- another new addition- she steps closer. The urgent, anxious need to be back at the hospital has dimmed, and she realises she feels closer to Max here than in a white, soulless waiting room, carefully avoiding both eye contact and conversation with his father.

The first photo she notices has a girl, no a woman, smiling at the camera with two small children by her feet. A boy and a girl, her hand on each of their blonde heads. The woman has dark hair though, a wonderful smile and kind eyes. Older than Max, probably by ten years. Sophie has never seen her before, can’t recall ever being introduced to her, and she wonders if this is the reason she has been kept away from this apartment, a secret girlfriend.

But Sophie can’t see any other photos of her, just a picture of Max’s own family, her, Victoria, Luka, Lio. A few photos of podiums at Red Bull, from when Max was just eighteen, then again at twenty, if she can guess right. A photograph of a sunset, the two blonde heads of the children just at the bottom of the frame, so maybe-

There’s a noise, the sound of footsteps that have her reaching for the can of hairspray she carries in her purse just in case, and-

“Fucking hell,” a man says, hand flying to clutch his chest, “Sophie, you scared the shit out of me.”

It’s a voice, a face that she recognizes.

“Daniel?” Her face is hot, embarrassed at her own overreaction, as her hand drops from the zip of her bag. “What are you doing here?”

He doesn’t answer, eyes widening a little as though there is still something to be afraid of. Quickly, her eyes track over the rest of him, the sweatpants and Red Bull Racing t-shirt he is wearing, both looking a few sizes too big. She wonders how much weight he has lost since being with the team, for the clothes to hang off him the way they do.

“Is Max okay?” He asks, and his voice sounds- Hurt almost. Definitely worried.

“He is still in surgery,” she says, hoping her tone is reassuring. He seems to need it. “I took his keys too- Well the nurse said maybe he would like some things, for when he wakes up. To help him feel more at home.”

A part of her, embarrassed, had wanted to ask the nurse, ‘like what?’ It had occurred to her then that she has no idea what her 25-year-old son would want, what he would need to make him feel better. She hasn’t been somebody who has comforted him when he is hurt, or sick, or even just upset, for a long time. With her, he is always happy, and though she has always cherished his smile, his laugh, she wonders just how true it is that he always feels that way.

Daniel nods, running a hand through his curls but doesn’t say any more about Max. Instead, he turns, walking into the kitchen, gesturing for Sophie to follow him.

“Would you like a coffee or something? It’s pretty late, but-“ he shrugs then, tapping his fingers against a fancy, expensive-looking machine that again, Sophie has never seen before.

“Yes, that would- Daniel what are you doing here?” She feels rude, interrupting his politeness with a question he dodged the first time, but she’s beginning to worry she’s let herself into the wrong apartment, or something equally ridiculous. Vaguely she remembers Max telling her, when he was newly moved to Monaco, that the building was nice and he knew so because Daniel lived there.

Daniel Ricciardo, his teammate and then ex-teammate, who Sophie heard endless stories about for the first few years of her son’s time with Red Bull, and then suddenly, nothing at all. The next she’d heard about him was when he left the team, Max saying dutifully that he was happy for him, but not much else.

They’d stayed friends, she knows, or whatever variation of friends rivals, competitors, can truly be.

“I live here,” is what Daniel tells her now though, turning his back to her to fiddle with the machine, “do you take milk and sugar?”

Sophie doesn’t know if she manages to hide the shock that must have found its way onto her face in his admission, by the time he turns to face her again with a tired smile, teaspoon in hand. She does manage to shake her head though, to take the cup from his outstretched hand and take a sip of bitter, black coffee without it burning her tongue.

“I’m sorry,” she says, once he’s finished fixing his own cup, “I did not know that you had been staying with him.”

She waits for an explanation.

Keeping up with the grid gossip has never been her strong suit, but she's heard the rumours like everybody else that this might be Daniel’s last season. She expects to hear something that makes sense, like maybe Daniel has already sold his Monaco apartment, and Max is helping him out. That he’s broke, that he’s in between apartments, that he’s an alcoholic that needs someone to hold him accountable, anything.

Not for Daniel to shrug, giving her the same wary smile, and say, “why would you?”

She nods like that makes sense, like any of it makes sense. Like she isn’t getting irritated by his attitude, by this feeling that there is something he knows that she doesn’t.

Her baby boy is hurt, she doesn’t want this. She doesn’t need this, to feel confused in his home, when she could be by his bedside, stroking his hair. Hopefully asking him herself, why Daniel Ricciardo is living with him. If he’s awake, if he can even-

“Where is his bedroom?” She asks, setting the cup on the counter. “I cannot be too long.”

He mirrors her, putting his own mug down. “I can get some things for him, no problem,” he offers, but she shakes her head.

“You should get back to sleep,” she tells him with a polite smile, “it is very late.”

He purses his lips and looks at her as though considering something. Clearly, there is an internal conflict that again, Sophie is not privy to, but it’s over as quickly as it comes, with Daniel shrugging and saying, “okay. Let’s sort him out some stuff.”

She’s about to insist again that it’s fine, she doesn’t need his help, but he’s making his way down the hall to another room, presumably Max’s bedroom, before she has the chance.

Inside, again, it’s nothing like she remembers, and she has a moment to stand in the doorway, watching Daniel open and close drawers, to take it in.

The walls are painted a soft green, where before she is almost certain they were white. The furniture is a dark wood, instead of the white Ikea flat packs she helped him to pick out when he first moved here. Even the bed is different, bigger, the bed sheets patterned, but not distastefully so, complimenting the features of the room.

An adult’s bedroom.

It isn’t the décor isn’t the thing that gives her the biggest pause though.  

It’s the way the bedsheets are crumpled, as though somebody- Daniel- only just got out of them.

It’s the way there are two phone chargers plugged into the wall on either side of the bed. Two bedside tables littered with items. One with a couple of water glasses, a racing magazine, a watch Sophie recognises as one she brought for Max’s 21st birthday. The other is tidier, just a book and a photo frame resting on top.

The picture is the final thing that makes her understand. Daniel with his arm wrapped around Max’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his cheek,

She looks from the photograph, then to Daniel, who is watching her carefully, something on his face quietly pleading for understanding.

“You should pick him some comfy clothes,” she suggests, swallowing down all the questions suddenly at the tip of her tongue, “for when he is discharged.”

That earns her a soft smile and a nod, and he starts rummaging through the wardrobe behind him, pulling out a jumper, a pair of worn tracksuit bottoms, a couple of plain white t-shirts. He walks to another set of drawers to get some boxer shorts and socks, moving around with comfortable familiarity, before dipping into the adjoining room, the bathroom Sophie gathers when he comes back holding a toothbrush and toothpaste.

“He doesn’t- The normal kind is always too minty for him,” Daniel explains, holding up the tube that Sophie recognises as a children’s brand, strawberry flavoured, before putting it on top of the small pile of belongings he’s made on the bed.

“Maybe a book?” Sophie suggests, wanting to feel helpful, but Daniel just snorts, not looking back from where he’s back in the wardrobe, reaching on his tiptoes for something off the top shelf.

“Good luck getting Maxy to read,” he says, “but maybe his headphones so he can watch a movie?”

“Sure,” she allows, “where are they?”

“Bedside drawer, but don’t- ah,”

She’s opened, seen, and slammed the drawer shut again in the time it takes for him to say it. Different, bright colours of silicone, and- When she looks back up at him, his face is pink the way hers feels, and his hand is cupping the back of his neck.

“Sorry,” he’s saying, struggling to meet her eye, “I tried to warn you.”

She pastes on the brightest smile she can muster. “It’s okay,” she laughs, but it’s forced, “I should know better than to go poking in my son’s bedroom drawers, maybe- Maybe you can find me a bag, instead, and I will just pack the things to take.”

Daniel nods, “right, yeah, let me just-“ and before long they have a system. Daniel places items, more clothes, a magazine, a phone charger, onto the bed, and Sophie packs them.

“Maybe this too,” he says after a while, holding up a tattered rag he’s retrieved from the bottom of Max’s wardrobe- their wardrobe- that it takes Sophie a moment to recognise.

“Oh,” she says, and the smile that spreads across her face this time is effortless. “I cannot believe he still has kept this.”

It’s her dress, the dress, the one she wore when she had him and gave him when he was a toddler, because Jos said he was not allowed cuddly toys or else he would turn out- Well, turn out exactly the way he has anyway, if the apartment he shares with another man is any indication.

“I used to wrap him up in this when he was a baby,” she explains, taking the dress from Daniel, rubbing the distantly familiar fabric between her fingers. “It was all he was allowed, as a boy, to cuddle. Jos tried to tell me no, but-“

But it was something she had stood her ground and paid the price over.

Daniel nods, “I know,” is all he says, “he loves it very much.”

The words lodge themselves thick in Sophie’s throat, as though she is the one to have spoken them. She remembers what it was like, to hold her new baby, her first baby, in her arms and to know that she would do whatever it took to make sure they were happy.

Even if that meant leaving them behind. It is just that standing in this apartment, in the middle of the life her son felt the need to keep secret from her, she is questioning what the right thing to do was more and more.

At the time, she had felt selfless, but now she just feels naïve.

They gather and pack the rest of Max’s things in silence. It is not until they are done, Sophie standing once more in the kitchen, this time a small duffel between her feet and Daniel’s that she speaks again.

“So how long have you- How long?”

If Daniel is surprised by the question, to his credit, he doesn’t show it.

“Six years,” is all he says, then tilting his head to the side as if to prove he is thinking, “seven in a few months.”

Sophie nods, as though the length of time is not a slap across the face. For seven year her son has loved somebody, and she has never known. Max would have been eighteen, barely. Daniel, what, 26? 27?

It should worry her, she knows, but she finds that strangely it doesn’t. Max is not a liar, it is not in his nature, so for him to have felt the need to hide this from her, it must have been something precious in his eyes. Something worth protecting.

“And I suppose you moved in here, let me think, four years ago?” She asks, and this time he does look shocked, and she relishes the only opportunity she’d had to make him feel this way, when he has caused that same emotion within her countless times since she came through their front door.

“That is around the time he stopped inviting me to stay with him here,” she offers as an explanation when he doesn’t say anything.

His face smoothes over into understanding.

“Ah,” he says, nodding with his lips pursed again, “I thought- Well, my mum, she said she always kinda knew that-“

“That you were with Max?” Sophie interrupts, because this is not something she has considered. Was she supposed to have seen this coming, all the times Max mentioned Daniel, unprompted, during the first season of his career?

“No,” Daniel says though, shaking his head, “I mean about me. My mum always thought I was, well, different was the word she used, but what she meant was ‘a little gay.’” He grins then, as though he expects that to make Sophie laugh, but it doesn’t. “I’m bi though,” he adds in a bit of a rush, as though that matters to her.

Bi. Gay. Which one is Max, she wants to ask, but is afraid she’ll fail some kind of test doing so.

“So your mother does not know? About you and Max?” She questions instead.

“No, she knows,” Daniel admits with a shrug, “my dad too.”

Jealousy spikes within her, and she feels her jaw tighten as she has to look away, to the sea just the other side of the balconies sliding glass door that would be visible if it wasn’t so dark.

“Who else knows?” she eventually demands, voice clipped to her shame.  

“Well, my sister,” Daniel begins, and with that, he gestures to the new photograph stuck to the fridge, the RedBull magnet replaced with one in the shape of a race track. The Yas Marina circuit, if Sophie had to guess.

It’s another photo of the same woman Sophie had thought might be Max’s girlfriend not twenty minutes ago.

“A couple of my best friends, who I trust,” Daniel is continuing, “one of Max’s, you know Martin, right? That’s it though.”

“So Victoria, she does not know?”

Daniel’s eyebrows knit together, and Sophie wonders if he is considering how much he can stretch the truth without it being an out-and-out lie. It stings, to consider that Victoria might know what Sophie did not. She has always, and maybe foolishly so, considered her and her children a trio, one that didn’t keep secrets from each other.

“No,” he says eventually, “I think Max always thought she wouldn’t be able to keep things from you. You two are close.”

They are. Sophie had just thought all three of them were.

“And Max wanted to keep it a secret?” She asks, because that is what she cannot wrap her head around. Her sweet boy, so eager to put his head in her lap to be close to her, hiding, being deceitful.

Eyes glancing towards the door behind her, as though wishing he could use it, could leave this conversation altogether, Daniel sighs. “I think Max is afraid. Of what you would think.” Then, frowning, head tilted to the side as he reconsiders, “of what Jos would think.”

The unhappy look on Daniel’s face at just the mention of her ex-husband’s name has Sophie thinking he knows, just like she does, exactly what Jos would think.

“Max should know better than to assume I would share anything with his father, much less an opinion on this.” She tells him firmly, harsh and unfair considering Daniel has done nothing but try to answer her questions and help her pick things to take to Max in the hospital.

“I think- Look this is something you should talk to Max about, yeah?” He allows, an apologetic smile on his face. “But if- Look if you really don’t care, tell him that. Go to him first. He’ll open up if you push him, trust me.”

She nods, as though this isn’t strange. As though it isn’t her who should be giving him advice on how to handle her son, and not the other way around. She is his mother, and yet, this man she hardly knows, knows Max so much better.

“Thank you,” she says, grateful anyway.

Daniel just hums in acknowledgement, eyes fixed on where he is picking at one thumbnail using the other. There are a few beats of silence, and then he is speaking again.

“Is Jos still at the hospital?”

It’s then that Sophie considers how terrible this must be for him. To be stuck here, in the home he shares with her son, when he should be there, by his side.

“Yes,” she tells him, and now it’s her turn for the apologetic smile, “but not for much longer. We- Obviously we are not supposed to be in the same room together, and I know he was planning to fly home soon.”

Daniel doesn’t say anything, doesn’t look at her. Keeps picking at his thumbnail.

“Would you like to come?” She asks.

He snorts then. “Of course I do, but-“ He shrugs, doesn’t need to say what is the unspoken truth they both know.

It is important that Jos does not know.

It is important to Max that it stays that way.

#sorry that everything i write atm seems to be set around crashes or hospital drama oops #or coming out:/ #i just love love love outsider pov so couldnt resist #the next thing im planning to write is actually NOT medical drama related lol #or coming out #shock #hope someone out there enjoys regardless #thank u to my gals for pre reading and encouraging me to post this #especially lorna for never getting bored of chatting about angsty drama with me<3ly #max/daniel #fic

[matoitech]

still disagree w ppl putting galo in raleighs place in pacific rim aus. lio is raleigh and galo is mako actually. obviously theyre not gonna act completely the same or anything but i think that fits better for general character role

#i love seeing ppl put galo in raleighs role like ok hes the protagonist and hes taller. you did it. but is it right? dare i say no #i think lio is objectively more of a tortured male character. like yeah galos got some shit but galo doesnt rly take that role #within his own narrative but lio kinda does so #promare #pacific rim

[britts-galaxy-brain]

Different anon. So the long and short of it is, Lio has been revealed to be verbally and emotionally abusive towards his adopted children, and also favors one child, Hopeless Peaches, to the point that many are accusing him of having an "emotional affair" with her and cheating on his wife in a sense. In response, Lio has stabbed EVERYONE in the back - his other kids, the Senate, his friends, and even his own wife was threatened with divorce for getting in the way of him and Peaches. In a hilarious twist of fate, though, even Peaches has thrown him under the bus and accused him of being abusive, after she was revealed to be active in a server filled with groomers and zoophiles! Meaning that Lio abandoned all his friends and everything he's ever stood for, only to gain Jack and Shit in return. Several Youtubers have covered the ongoing drama, but the most notable are xzae, Akumu, Gilded Poo, and Kumo, so if you want more tea, I recommend going to them.

.....I wish I could say I was surprised.

Goddammit, Lio...

[4ragon]

what's your favorite thing from promare? (could be a scene, character, plotline, concept, etc.)

Listen. Listen. Alright. Okay. I watched that movie knowing NOTHING. I didn't even know it was an anime movie. I was like "I dunno is it about a horse? A horse movie? Whatever I'm not doing anything on this Friday night."

And I show up. We're the last people in the theater. The only seats are at the front of the theater. I can't fucking process anything happening on the screen because there are so many fucking colors. Nothing is making sense. A bunch of people exploded. There are fire fighters. And mechs. Characters are being flashed onto the screen and I don't remember any of their names.

And then Lio's helmet breaks.

Oh no, I think to myself in this movie theater. Oh no, he's adorable.

And then. And then we start getting more information about him. That he's a freedom fighter. He's unbelievably powerful. He's angry and reserved but still trying so desperately hard to save people even though the world hates him for it.

And I'm like. Oh no. Oh no I love him.

And then. And then. The movie is just. Kicking the shit out of him. He's struggling so hard as everything he's ever loved is being torn away from him. He's screaming for his friends as they try to sacrifice themsevles.

And I'm like. Oh no. I'm so fucking attached to this little guy. I'm so deeply into this.

And

then

the fucking piano chords. The colors are still flashing in front of my face. I can barely process anything happening in the theater. We're at the volcano. Lio is screaming in fury. And. And then there's a fucking FIRE DRAGON made out of grief and rage and pain and I out loud in the theater say "Oh no, he's meeting all of my standards."

There's no coming back from that. There's nothing else but Lio Fotia. Only Lio Fotia. He's my everything. He's my little guy. He's the perfect character. Every single piece of this guy is tailor made for me. Traumatized. Angry. Kind. Dragon-themed. He's perfect.

#promare #lio fotia

[x-rds]

[Lio] Me: hmmm yes I am doing ok about The Trauma

Me: -thinks about how I’m going over to our ex’s house tomorrow- -thinks about The Event and starts sobbing-

Ok. Maybe I’m not doing ok LOL

#liolog #= I don’t want to cry in front of them or our friend. it’s supposed to be fun. #=but I’ve only been there once since that event and the whole time I kept staring at the urn even when I wasn’t thinking #=idk. idk. maybe I’ll be ok. #=but also it’s almost certainly going to be the last time I ever visit that place #=bc they want to move and idk when next I’ll be stateside #=so like. i guess. like ok I don’t want to make it weird. but. I want to say goodbye. #=bc I’m sure the next time I visit them it’ll be in a different place. and. idk. I want to say something to him while we are in #the place he left us. you know? #like i don’t want to believe he’s stuck there. I would like to think he went somewhere nice after that horrible suffering #but like. idk. maybe it’s haunted For Me. maybe MY memory is haunting that place. #and I want to say goodbye. you know. #fuckin idk. when I get to japan it’ll be obon almost immediately #which is like. a time of rememberance and shit. even if I’m like. not anywhere near where he left me maybe it’ll still be good to do that #for him. #SORRY FOR going into it in the notes I’m just. you know. #going the fuck through it. yeah. idk. grief sucks and I’m trying not to be a fucking downer tomorrow when I see my ex and my friend for #probably the last time For A While. on account of moving to japan. #so I don’t wanna bring the whole vibe down!!! you know!!! but whatever that’s tomorrow Lios problem

[lemonthepotato]

Reminder: What Peaches allegedly went through is horrible, if true, but that does not excuse him from what he did to Rosa. As an autistic person, his and Lio’s actions remind me of downright horrible bullies I’ve dealt with (I am not a victim of bullying, at least in the traditional sense, but it’s a long story.) and it’s deplorable the way they treated her.

Peaches has called people the r slur, and another derogatory term for an autistic person based on the word aspergers (I have my own issues with the term itself anyway) and clearly enjoyed what he did to Rosa. In some of the audio recordings he released, he did show remorse for what he did to Rosa, however, he went into those conversations with Lio with the intent of recording and publicising it to throw Lio under the bus. I was only vaguely aware of the Rosa call before, and Lio had given me weird vibes, but I always excuses his behaviour with “oh, well, they’re predators, who cares if he’s mean to predators?” But nope, turns out he just treats everyone like shit. And that’s the thing with these moral grandstanding people. They channel their anger into self-proclaimed righteousness to avoid being seen as the unhinged mf they are. Nah. Fuck ableists. Fuck this shit.

Deplorable behaviour. To think it took 3 hours for anyone to say anything. Everyone who was in that call should be ashamed of themselves, even if they were silent. You’re an enabler.

I hate these internet vigilantes. I actually give a shit about these topics, so here are some resources about topics I care deeply about.

Fuck ableists. Bye.

Here’s the video of these grown adults bullying a mentally handicapped woman for not having a job and needing a carer for three hours. Oh, and she’s not the predator in this case, she just didn’t ban the predator, and likely didn’t even KNOW there was one in the server, might’ve not even had permissions to kick them! I run a server, and unless someone is a very obvious troll, I don’t just let my mods ban who they want, most servers don’t. Seriously. This video is repulsive. Check tags.

Video #1 - Lio tries to act scary

Video #2 - Cowards in a VC harass a neurodivergent woman for 4 hours

Video #3 - A video of a cute dog unrelated to this ableist nonsense

Edit: btw the rosa call isn’t the only fucked up call these two participated in, but that wasn’t what my post was about so I didn’t mention it. u can google shit bou it. Might wanna look int2 the Jibz and Robert situations respectively. :) Senate sure be a lovely bunch of people, ay? Oh, yeah, recently found out ‘ay’ is pronounced ‘I’ and not ae. Unrelated. Also talking about shit like this just pisses me off. Really fucking much.

#tw ableism #cw ableism #lemons random rants #lio convoy #hopeless peaches #tw grooming (referenced in linked video) #tw misogyny (in the video) #tw victim blaming (can be seen that way in the call.) #tw shaming #tw ableist language #tw r slur

[dwippingbun]

So....

Now that its proven Lio is just a liar and shit because of the situation with him in Senate right now, I actually w… — ........I'm not even gonna ask. But giving my side? Happily. Fucking finally.

(Ironic cuz my chatroom was talking about thi…

Fucking

There

This

All of this

Holy fucking shit

I'm not even gonna get into the abusive relationship but here

Here's my evidence of THAT bullshit

I've actively had my reputation tarnished over false accusations or embellishments.

These are my sides of the story.

Btw? How did the opposing party even defend this? Doing nothing but sitting on a live stream for two and a half hours saying "oh it's just lies"

Over and over again

With no fucking defense

Evidence

Nothing

I can never have anons off

Otherwise I get this kinda shit

Making fun of how I have no parents, because they were abusive to me and how my brother took his life. Sexual harassment even which is highly distressing considering I'm a recent assault victim.

#accusations #harassment #beep1404 #spokenmind93 #stalking #obsession #PSA