Thank You, Thank You, Thank You, @terhenetar!! I Love All Of Yoneda-sensei's Couples, But Up There With

Oh how completely adorable this is 🤩

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This 😭

I’m gonna miss the Swiss team

„congratulations on your first podium! your mercedes team“

mercedes employee is carrying a bag filled with champagne bottles over to the sauber garage because sauber doesn‘t have enough

I don’t think I’m going to fully work on this plot bunny so instead of filing it and losing it, I’m going to write something here briefly..

Gabico under the cut - very lemony 🍋🍋‍🟩 iykyk

Unbeta read, un-researched, barely checked for typos. Read at your own risk/

He’s leaving the track post debrief, his arm around Egle’s waist and Noemi running in front. He tends to enjoy Sunday post-race debriefs, as usually the track is a lot quieter by the time they leave, with few to no fans asking for an autograph or a selfie. It’s late, but Noemi slept in her mother’s arms earlier and now she has a momentary peak of energy. He watches as she runs behind a bug flying just above her head. He enjoys these moments: a great race weekend, one when he reminded the observers that he had the talent and acumen to be the leader to bring Audi into F1. One in which he reminded himself why he loved this sport so much. He smiles, as Egle leaves his side and joins their daughter as her little hands try to reach the insect above a barrier; she would easily climb it if her mother didn’t stop her.

He is admiring the portrait they paint in the setting Catalan sun when his phone rings in his pocket. His wife throws him an inquisitive look: it isn’t unheard of for the team to realize that they need to verify one last detail that eluded them earlier before he would leave, recalling him back to the paddock, but it isn’t usual. She keeps an eye on him as she reaches the 4 years old. He slips his phone out, apologizing to her silently, and peeks at the display.

Gabriel.

That, however, is unusual. If the team needed him, it would be his race engineer calling him.

He accepts the call and brings the phone to his ear. “Nico.”

“I need you.”

That, also, is unusual. Gabriel plays for the cameras and the fans, but he wouldn’t not greet him, not explain.

He stops, and frowns as he looks back at the paddock behind him.

“What’s wrong?”

Gabriel’s voice is strained - in pain? - as he repeats his earlier words, offering no explanation. “I need you.”

Nico reaches up to squeeze at the bridge of his nose, wondering what could have happened since their earlier exchange during the debrief. Gabriel’s race had been good too, he had seemed elated. Could something have happened? Something with the team? Elge must have read his puzzlement: she has picked up Noemi, balancing her on her hip as she walks toward him.

“Should I go ahead?”

Nico smiles at her, thankful for her understanding. He reaches out to tug a strand behind her ear and caresses her jaw delicately, then pats their daughter’s head on her shoulder.

“I’ll get one of the driving services back.” Apologetic. He kisses Elge and presses his lips to his daughter’s forehead, then turns and walks back to the paddock as he brings back the phone to his ear. If his young teammate needs him, he’ll be there for him. He was ready for this role when Mattia told him of his choice.

“Where are you?”

There’s a muffled sound before Gabriel answers him. A moan? A whine? Has Gabriel been physically hurt? This sounds so unlikely, but so does the phone call from the start.

“Your driver’s room.”

Nico makes for the green and black building. “Stay there. Wait for me.”

A non-concomitant sound answers him before he hangs up.

—

He walks into his driver’s room to a sight he doesn’t immediately understand. Rolled in his discarded clothes and covers to what serves as bench, and bed - on the occasion, is a bundle of curls and half undone clothes.

Gabriel.

The brown eyes look up to him as he comes in.

Wide. Lost.

Glossed over.

“What the-“

He shuts the door almost on automatic. He’s not sure what is happening here, but he knows instantly he doesn’t want the team to misjudge anything: whatever Gabriel is going through, it’s better left undisplayed.

“Nico…”

He realizes at once that Gabriel is inhaling his clothes, a hand burried in his pants…

He never thought someone could crawl quite literally across a room, not an adult at least, yet that’s exactly what Gabriel does as he uncurls from the mess on the bed and across the space to him. He backs off, but rapidly he is stopped by the wall behind him. In front of him, Gabriel has reached him. Nico jerks when Gabriel starts running the flat of his hands up his legs and he becomes painfully aware that in his pants, his cock is answering him.

“Nico… I’ve been watching your on-boards from the race… you were so good.” Nico’s breath hitches as Gabriel presses his face against his crotch, rubbing his cheek against his hardening self under the material of his pants and underwear.

“Gabriel…” He wants it a warning, he’s not sure it comes that way.

Gabriel moans against him. “And during the debrief… you were so in control...”

He reaches up for his waist band, pushes the button through its eye and slides down the zipper. He watches as Gabriel’s tongue peaks out to lick at his lips. “I’ve wanted to feel the weight of your cock on my tongue the whole debrief..”

He pulls the underwear down just enough to free him.

Nico isn’t hard, not yet, but whatever Gabriel intends to do is threatening to fix that very soon. He growls. It emboldens Gabriel, who cups his balls and runs his palm along his length. He’s only got a chance to stop this.

He grabs at the curls, pulls the head back. He’s about to speak, to make him stop.

“Nico…”

His resolve stretches. “Stop it already.”

Gabriel whines, pulls against his hold as he tries to free himself, and laps at the air in front of him, eyes reduced to needy slits. “Please…”

His resolves snaps. “Aah, fuck it.”

He lets go, and immediately the boy slides the weight up the hollow of his tongue. He hisses as his head hits the back of that throat, the wet sweetness impossible to resist.

He lets himself be brought to full hardness under the boy’s ministrations. Gabriel, he finds out, is highly vocal in sex, producing sound after sound of satisfaction as he tastes him, sucks him, and runs the flat of his tongue up his length. He groans.

“Fucking stop it, they’re going to hear you.”

To which, of course, Gabriel doesn’t stop, only switches to mewlings and other soft sounds, even when Nico starts thrusting into his mouth to try to silencet him. Exasperated, he slides out and pulls Gabriel by the shirt and pushes him against the wall in his stead.

“What else do I need to do to silence you?!”

A rhetorical question. He already knows what he’s going to do the moment Gabriel’s face is pressed against the wall, the way he moans after a moment of surprise and looks back at him, the way his body moves around each inspirations, hard.

He reaches to run fingers along the narrow hip. Immediately, the back curves to thrust his hips back at him.

Nico smiles; the boy has a beautifully slim figure, and curves it so exquisitely.

“So needy.” He teases, as he slides fingers under the loose hem of Gabriel’s pants and along the cleft. His eyebrows shoot up when he finds no resistance as he slides a finger in, and even a second. “You’ve been preparing yourself?…”

He watches as Gabi shuts his eyes tightly and nods against the wall, biting down on his lip. “I need you…”

Nico presses in, putting weight on his arm across Gabriel’s upper back. He licks up Gabriel’s ear lobe, then bites down on it. “How long have you been doing this? I know I’ve been missing team shirts recently. That was you, wasn’t it?”

The boy nods, but whatever answer or explanation he was going to give dies as Nico pushes a third finger in, and turns into a moan. Satisfied, he licks the bruised lobe before pushing off. “Push your pants down,” he says, before spitting into his hands and coating himself as much as he can.

This, Nico hasn’t done in more years than he can count. Indulging in moments like these, post-racing, holding tightly onto such narrow hips and a pliable body asking for him, he stopped feeling that urge a while ago and just put it on the back of aging into another period of his life. And yet, as he digs fingers into Gabriel’s hips, he feels the lure coming back.

He’s revelling in the feeling when he realizes at once that Gabriel is moaning at each of his thrusts. People might be packing on the other side, he still doesn’t want to risk anyone hearing them. He considers pushing fingers into that eager mouth, but realizes fast enough that it doesn’t stop the boy, so instead, he covers his mouth.

“You’re so loud..”

His palm is well over Gabriel’s mouth, clamped to keep any sound from leaving his mouth, when he realizes Gabi is licking his palm under it. He usually wouldn’t like the feeling, but the expression of blissful abandon on Gabriel’s features is so complete that he lets him go on, until of course, he starts liking the depravity of it all. Gabriel just wants to taste him that much, huh?

He leans in, presses his forehead on the side of Gabriel’s head..

“Gabriela..” he sighs. He’s teased him with that name before, but it was in jest. At this very moment, it’s something else, something deeper. Something like the utter realization that this lanky body is miles different from any others before. And around him, the other tightens, his hips just curving back at yet another better angle as they seek him, hungrily.

So he likes it…

“Sheisse… you got me good..”

He comes just a few thrusts later. The other too.

He stumbles back against the other wall as he reaches for a tissue and lazily cleans himself, before bringing his pants back up. Gabriel slides to the floor, spent, exhausted, pants barely pulled back up to cover his hips, out of breath.

Nico runs a hand through his hair, looking at him. He looks at the stain on the wall, the one he has to remember to clean before he leaves. His chest heaves still. He’s drained.

“Fuck.”

Gabriel trembles on the floor.

Got a spam message

Got a spam tumblr message inviting me to some dating app.

Even tumblr knows I’ve been single for way too long.

Gabi standing off to the side, being slightly awkward while the team celebrate Nico, wanting to join but not sure how… adorable

operation i forgot that i had FLAMMABLE paint right before i had to go through security for a flight home

i had 1 hour to use as much as i could and these photos are some of the results

i was devastated thinking i had to use everything quickly and then throw out the originals (takes around 2+ hours to dry and 10 for it to be truly dry) but a security guard liked them so much he decided he wanted to keep them

i still had paint left so i very quickly taught him how to use it so he could take the remaining paint home for his son to try

so i guess this story ends well after all

here’s some of the other (old) paint pours peppered between illustrations: https://www.instagram.com/dora.wednesday

have a nice day xoxox

a more personal post

this tumblr has been, for most of its existence, just a way for me to reblog privately any posts I wanted to keep for myself, of any fandom I've been part of through the years, with a very poor (read, non-existent) tagging system.

However, over the past few years, I have been going through a rough patch with an important person in my life. This person was someone with whom I could discuss things, fandoms yes, but also just anything in my life. As the rough patch has been quite continuous, I find myself needing to exteriorize some of those musings and thought processes. I started writing them down in my journal, but then they are quite random and not deep by any means, and thus seemed a bit incongruous with the rest of the journal. I therefore decided to experiment on this blog (I also can't deal with the admin of more than one account, so it will all be here).

I don't expect to have much of those, but if anyone following would prefer not to have these ramblings on their feed, I will tag these posts with two tags: bubreherro and bubreherro thoughts. Feel free to filter them out.

That being said, I feel this will lead to some written analyses as part of my current fandom, Formula 1 (specifically Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz Jr, with some other drivers too).

voilà

Also, I guess it will finally be time to figure out tumblr.. years after the fact ^^;

@evilpixiea

No, no, no! Don’t stop now! This was going so well! See, I completely see the “relationship” the same way as you do. I ship the mental assault, the sexually one-sided relationship. The way, yes, the culmination of Joker’s erotic obsession would definitely be to be killed by Batman. And while Batman wouldn’t have a sexual drive toward Joker, yes I believe the equivalent of it is how Joker gets under his skin in a way no other villain does. And so it creates a sort of unhealthy relationship.

And in shipping them, I like seeing how deep and dangerous that relationship (because it’s more than simple interactions) can go.

So my ask was really: in a world where maybe the Joker, just like in maybe Snyder’s Death of the Family, takes things dangerously far, and Batman is dangerously strained by it yet will let himself be affected by the dynamics, how would Superman react, in a world where there is a Superbat relationship. How would he react seeing how consumed Batman is by the very destructive dynamics, yet does not pull himself away from it.

I may be rambling and incoherently incapable of putting coherent words to my thoughts, I admit...

(Side note, I’m actually a fan of Troy Baker’s Joker in Origins.. I thought he did a perfect rendition of a younger Joker. Perfectly in tune with Mark’s)

(Can I also add how much I dig Supes’ face when he’s under the Joker’s toxin’s effect in Endgame??)

I don’t think I’ve ever seen much of BatJokes in your work, but I’m going to bring this up.. hope it’s alright.. I consider the relationship between The Joker and The Batman to be heavily sexually charged. There may not be anything physical, but there is sexual tension that creeps on the “mentally sexually charged”... If this would be the case in your worlds, what would Superman’s reaction, and to it via-a-vis Bruce? Extra points for angst..?

Personally, the BatJokes ship has never been one that gels very well with me. That’s not because I don’t think there is sexual energy between them (I very much do) but because I think that energy is very one sided. From my readings of the comics and other media Joker has for a long time has had a very explicit and obvious sexual interest in Batman. Not Bruce. Batman. However, instead of trying to have sex with him he tries to hurt him. For the Joker, intimacy is achieved when he successfully gets under Batman’s skin or (better yet) makes him lose control.

A part of the Joker wants Batman to kill him. That I think would be the climax of his erotic obsession with Batman. He wants to be that person that breaks Batman and unleashes the beast.

Bruce, for his part, I think really truly does hate the Joker. There is no softness, no caveats, or round edges in that feeling. He hates him as much as a person can hate another.

He wishes Joker was dead… which is what makes the dynamic interesting from a hero/villain point of view. Bruce, to uphold his code, needs to not kill. Joker wants Batman to kill him and will continue trying to hurt him until he does.

That is the dramatic tension. That is the push pull. That is what makes the pair so interesting.

However, personally, that also means I don’t really enjoy shipping them. I can’t see Joker ever giving a shit about the parts of Bruce which aren’t Batman and I can’t see Bruce ever not hating Joker with every single fibre of his being.

However, as anyone who has spoken to me on this subject knows, I am fine with people interpreting and building on canon however they see fit. This is what fandom is all about and fandom is a beautiful thing. So, if people see their relationship differently than I do and like to imagine them together or, at the very least, a two way erotic energy, then that’s cool. I am fine with people shipping whatever they want. That’s what makes fandom interesting.

And even if I don’t ship them I still think they have a really interesting hero/villain relationship. One of the best in comics, if not the best.

Some of my favourite Batman vs Joker moments which really (I think) highlight Joker’s fetishisation of the Batman persona and Bruce’s utter hatred mixed with his constant near loss of control are…

The Joker’s POV scenes in Arkham Origins. God, if only they had Mark Hammil it would have been perfect.

The Joker in Scot Snyder’s Death Of The Family.

The Joker in The Dark Knight Returns.

Side note. It’s really interesting that the queer coding of Joker hasn’t gone away yet, don’t you think? Traditionally comic book villains (like Disney villains) were given gender non conformist traits to emphasis how evil and different they were… we’re a little more enlightened in regard to queer folk now and tend not to do that with our villains anymore. Joker’s the exception. He is still very queer in his coding. Everything from the way he moves, the way he puts on his makeup, the way he often wears women’s clothing like high heels, and the language he uses.

I think Joker gets a pass on the whole ‘evil character being queer coded’ because DC has decided to play into the idea of Joker’s fetishisation of Batman. It’s interesting, no?

Anyway, I’m rambling. Sorry. I’ll back out of this post now.

Archiving the new angle (if I haven’t already done it)

New angle hehe

@evilpixiea

I read this yesterday just before heading to the gym, and I wasn’t going to write anything and leave the ideas to my head, but then it stuck the whole time at the gym and still this morning... so here it very humbly is:

All I thought when I read this ask is: “Mana-sama.” Now few will know who Mana-sama is, but he is an important influencer in the early visual kei Japanese rock movement.

Not that The Trinity should dwell into androgynous visual Kei, but Mana-sama was the co-leader of his group, Malize Mizer, despite never speaking in public. In interviews, he would occasionally whisper to the ear of his lead vocalist who would then speak out his words, or more often than not, simply blink or tilt his head. Actually, he was awarded for many years the “best nails of Japan” award and his acceptance speech essentially consisted of him looking cold and giving looks to his interpreter, who would then speak his words.

So that’s how imagine The Batman in The Trinity band: the cold leader who never speaks in public. Occasionally smirks.

But physically, The Batman would obviously not be the originator of the Gothic Lolita. There, I imagine more the like of Toshiya, the bassist of the Jrock band Dir en Grey.

Cold, beautiful, angular and dark bassist of The Trinity. Dressed perfectly (see below) and dark makeup around the eyes. Astonishingly beautiful, but darkly so.

Clark would rather be the lead vocalist, perhaps occasionally dwelling in electric, or even more rarely, acoustic guitar. Bright, energetic, and oh so loved by the limelight. He is not the leader, not even the co-leader. But he speaks all the time to the press and he’s really who you have to ask if you actually want an answer.

(To be honest, maaaaybe a part of Gackt’s new, current persona matches Clark... but for the purpose of this post, since I am apparently on a visual kei reference mood, Gackt would fit the more masculine good looking lead vocalist type for sure)

And Diana? She’s at the drums of course! Beautiful, strong, powerful behind that elaborate piece of instrument. Her dark hair is all loose, curls flying around her face, held back by her golden tiara (what is it called, anyway?) while she executes that solo to perfection. She occasionally lends her voice to the lead vocalist, but mostly it’s all about how her arms move around creating those strong percussion sounds, muscle taunt, golden bands on them and at her wrists catching in the light. She’s also the co-leader. And in interview? Sometimes you’ll get a word out of her, and it’ll be strong and phylosophical, and probably too deep for most fans, who will love to analyze all she says post priori.

(I don’t know whose gif to add for this one.. sorry. EDIT: added a visual.. it’s probably a guy but.. heh. It’s visual kei. Meaning it is probably meant to look like a girl anyway)

If the trinity were a band, who would be the drummer, lead singer, and guitar/bass player? (Also, side thing that Bruce and Clark come off as players but are really hiding a secret relationship) (side-side thing that Diana's the only one who knows about it)

Haha! This ask made me so happy because… can you imagine the Trinity as a band? Seriously. They’re the most un-band-y people you will ever meet. The broody silent type that doesn’t like to be in the spotlight, the ultimate ‘dad’, and a warrior woman who (while a lover of music) is more of a wild dancer than anything else.

If they did somehow organise and take to the stage it would be a thing of… well… not quite beauty.

Especially as they enjoy very different music. Diana we know from the comics likes rock and roll. So she’s up there attacking her electric guitar like it’s strings are the strings of her bow.

Beside her Clark is trying for something slow and country on his normal guitar.

And there, pushed to the front with a I-don’t-want-to-be-here look on his face is Bruce… who can sing. He can sing well and will if he really has to. But, by god, he never thought he would be on stage let alone between these two manics.

Meanwhile the charities that convinced the Justice League to put forward and act look on in horror…

Still, no matter how bad the trio are they book out the venue every time they get on stage and donate all the money to charity. So no one can really complain that much.