What Do You Mean They're Finding GIRLFRIENDS??? JUST DATE EACH OTHER

ooughg random little snippet from the lethal company poly au be upon ye

“I hate these fucking beds,” CJ said.

Smallant rolled onto his back to glare lightheartedly at the bottom of the bunk above him. “It’s the middle of the night, dude. Just go back to sleep.”

“We’re getting an early start on the next moon tomorrow,” Failboat reminded them, his voice floating up from the bunk below. “We’ll need all the rest we can get if we want to meet quota with the next haul.”

“We always get an early start, though!” The bunks swayed as CJ swung his head and shoulders over the edge of his bed. Della grumbled above him; he didn’t pay her any mind. “And we never get any sleep because the mattresses are, like, an inch thick, not to mention that there’s only three of them so we can’t even actually sleep on an actual mattress every night—”

“Hey, you can’t complain,” Della shot back, “You’re not the one on the board tonight.”

“And I’m saying none of us should be on the board!” CJ huffed out a sigh and threw himself back into his bed. The bunks swayed again, hitting the wall.

“That’s just how the company is, man,” Failboat sighed. “I wish it was better, too, but there’s not much you can do about it.”

“Well, the company sucks ass.”

The others chuckled and smiled. “Amen to that,” Della said. There was a beat.

“It’s just…” CJ started again, softer now. He sighed. “It’s lonely. You know? There’s no fucking room in these bunks. I want to cuddle with my girlfriend for once. And you guys, too.”

“Aww,” Smallant chuckled. “We’re your girlfriends, CJ?”

A heavy pause. Then, gently, CJ’s voice wafted into the ship once more. “Yeah,” he said. “Something like that.”

Smallant looked more intensely at the bunk above him, at where he knew CJ’s head would be. He could feel a warm sort of comfort start to flood his cheeks, and he couldn’t help but smile at the words.

“We could always pull the mattresses out,” Failbot said at length. “Put ‘em all together on the floor, sleep in one huge pile. If you guys are interested.”

“I’m interested,” CJ said immediately.

“Would they all even fit?” Smallant asked.

CJ was already hopping down from his bunk. “Only one way to find out!”

The mattresses did all fit, in the end — albeit with the help of a furniture overhaul (read: they shoved all the cabinets and scrap metal into one corner). There was barely enough room for all four of them, but once they got close and got comfortable in a tangle of limbs, it was the best night of sleep any of them had had in a long while. As they floated through the cold void of space, they held each other, warm and happy and together, ready to face another day.

Made mouthfools refs in the year of our lord and savior, 2024 . here we go ( - background versions under cut )

Very violent today.

Take Grian as I start a new au

Charles won the Monaco Grand Prix and I’m supposed to go on with my week? The red crowd erupted for their little prince as he crossed the line and later the bells of Maranello sang for their predestinato and I’m expected to be fine? How am I supposed to care about menial tasks when the Sun of Maranello shined bright above the streets of the Principality?

Equally as relentless as that track is uncompromising, he mastered the streets of Monaco and formalized them as his owns. After the hardships and the incompetence, the disappointment and the heartbreak, he achieved one of his dream. He did it for his dad. He did it for Jules. He did it for himself.

“Monaco I love you and I hope one day you’ll love me back”

Charles did it the way we always knew he could.

The way we always knew he would.

Monaco finally loved its little jewel back.

charles is an invasive species on the chewis tag free the REAL men

i need you all to make up your minds on what the lewis/checo and lewis/charles ship names are. 'cause they can't both be chewis.

WHEN WILL CHIEFMYLES BE A THING GRRRRRRRRRRR

I'm on episode 15 of YHS by SamGladiator and all I have to say is that I still fucking miss Professor Gareth. I'd find his wife for him. Oh my god please I miss him SO BADLY

COME BACK RIGHT NOW I BEG

FRANÇOIS CEVERT, 1972

idiot sold his soul lolll

version without background :3

tooned 50 specifically was a roller-coaster and a half im so srs 😭😭

This. We need to talk about McLaren Tooned