nico rosberg and jenson button flirting for 7 minutes straight
highlights include nico fixing his hair and giggling:
- "do you know what nickname you gave me?" "I gave you my fiancé's name!" (jenson's wife's name is brittny, and Nico's britney nickname lore here)
"you need to be loved" "I do, yeah."
- sharing the story where jenson got shitfaced at a bar in japan in 2013, and that nico and jenson had their longest (hour long) conversation that jenson doesn't remember
also jenson: remembers nico's first win, his first podium, what tyres he had in detail
- they both chant WE ARE WORLD CHAMPIONS
- nico wanted to do his extreme e team with jenson
- nico says he's gonna quarantine on a boat with jenson which is the most bougie thing I've ever heard
do still recommend the pod, this doesn't cover a lot of other bits like where jenson compares fernando and lewis as teammates or fernando's mind games, or brawn so if you're interested
"Brother Thomas has tragically fallen during his mission!" "...What." But how am I meant to move forward?
How am
I meant
to move
Forward?
...Man,
Humans suck.
They took everything, they spat in the face of all we had built. Used your words to create delusions of evil, cloaked in gold. Cruel and terrible, that's what they ar-
"Muriel?"
"Are you ok?"
How am I meant to move forward? Man, Humans suck- Cruel and Terrible- Delusions of Evil - All these thoughts are silenced when I look at you. How? How do you do this to me? So effortlessly? Do you even understand how much you have me wrapped around your finger? How badly I just wanted to hear your voice again?
Say those three little words all that long ago? To hold you in my arms and never let go? You don't even remember and yet here we are again. Right back where we started.
"...Even if it hurt, it shaped you as a person, therefore it has value. I get it." The past isn't for us to dwell on, all that matters is how you move forward.
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2/2 fin
I spent an hour rambling about panels for this comic. ._.
[As you like it , love's labor lost, Richard II, Hamlet, The Comedy of errors, King Lear, Romeo and Juliet, much Ado about nothing, Macbeth]
P.s. he had also been in Edward III as Edward the black prince and the midsummer night's dream as Lysander/flute but I couldn't find any pictures from those plays.
Good news! You aren't required to make your hobbies and passions "marketable." In fact, your crafts, hobbies, and passions don't even need to be public if you so choose. You don't have to spend all of your energy becoming perfect if you aren't enjoying the process. You are not a product, you are a person, a creative, and your work also does not need to be a product.
Rating: T | WC: 20k | Steve & Dustin
Character Study, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Dustin Centric
“If you’re gonna continue to bully me, dude,” Steve starts, brows furrowing; lips pursed in a tight, angry line. “I don’t think I want to be your friend anymore.”
“What?” Dustin replies indignantly, whipping around to face Steve, mouth hanging open. What the hell is Steve talking about? He’s not a bully? He’s one of the nerds, the freaks, he’s the one who gets sneers from jocks and got pushed around on the playground by the bigger kids. He can’t be a bully, it’s like, in the rules of high school. Steve must’ve gotten hit on the head harder than Dustin thought.
It was a Saturday afternoon, they were hanging out at his house, and everything was going fine. Good, even. So where did this come from? A stack of movies from Family Video on the coffee table, a bowl full of popcorn, they were laughing and it was fun. Dustin was just joking and now Steve’s saying this?
“I’m not a bully, what the hell Steve?” Dustin adds, louder this time, frowning over at Steve. He has his arms crossed as he sits in the large armchair in the corner of the lounge. Suddenly he feels so far away. “Are you serious or are you stupider than I thought?”
He watches as something flickers over Steve’s face. Something small, quick as a flash, blink and it’s gone. Something in his eyes, the downturn of his lips, his brow. Dustin can’t quite place what it was, especially not now that it’s gone, and there’s a horrible feeling in his gut that it was important. Steve immediately steels his face, smothers it, and it’s reminiscent of King Steve. That aloofness, carelessness, that air about him. That he’s better. That he knows more than you. He’s got the upper hand.
He’s unaffected.
Flexing his jaw, moving in such a way that it looks like Steve’s digging food out of his teeth with his tongue. It almost feels like disdain. He’s never looked at Dustin like this before. Even back in the tunnel, with Billy, when he was dragging him down the train tracks. So what’s gotten into Steve now? It was just a joke, and now Steve’s threatening to ditch him? He would never.
“Thanks Dustin.” Steve says, uncrossing his arms and resting them on the armchair. As if he’s about to lift himself up to standing — and leave. “Thanks for proving my point.”
This BEAST of a poster is finally finished and I can finally rest
I'll reblog this later to talk about the process and some thoughts because I am not about to let an opportunity to talk about poster design pass me by (edit: reblog ramble made)
Meanwhile though:-] You can have some close ups and such under the cut: