ok but helen and odysseus have SO much potential as a brotp. his lying/disguise skills + her vocal impression abilities? the chaos would be UNSTOPPABLE
lewis absolutely looses his mind when he comes back home from his trip in winter break and sees how long his boyfriend’s hair has grown. lewis can’t stop himself from pulling his hair when max sucks his dick so perfectly and when red bull driver fucks him into other universe its only place for his hands. at first max doesn’t notice lewis’ new obsession and complains about length of his hair and how much they bother him. he stops when lewis speaks in a threatening tone that “if you put goddamed scissors on your angelic hair we won’t have any sex until it grow back to this length”, so max quickly shuts up. later, after another rounds, max allows lewis to do some hair routine in shower
The phrase is basically talking about an emperor seeking his lover in reference to their delicate dancing around each other on track.
I think one aspect of this commentary people don’t get is that dragons are primarily more masculine in Chinese culture and phoenixes are usually more feminine.
So in this context here with two guys, the commentators are basically discussing who between the two of them will be willing to “bottom” and be the phoenix.
Absolutely we make a superteam. Max and Charles assume their final form of Ultimate Track Terrorism in a Ferrari that makes the Adrian Newey Red Bull cars look like an Alpine. Their cars are jet engines, and Max and Charles are finally in equal machinery since the first time since karting, this is true lights out and away we go. I’m talking trading wins ever race, Max pulling a move he knows will have Charles driving into his front wing, akin to pulling your crush’s pigtails on the platonic. Meanwhile, they’ve lapped everyone else five times. They are drivers closer to gods than men, driving for a team that is closer to a church than a company, but they have also regressed to being fourteen again, pulling off physics-defying feats of racing just to get under each other’s skins. They are an Eldritch Horror to everyone else in the paddock, a nightmare the other drivers (especially whoever poor soul ends up in P3 that week) can never seem to escape from. They are The Superteam. They are Charles Leclerc and Max Verstappen, Scuderia Ferrari drivers.
(I assume this is about my Max to Ferrari agenda).
i want to share with you some of my favourite graffiti from Pompeii
“Weep, you girls. My penis has given you up. Now it penetrates men’s behinds. Goodbye, wondrous femininity!“
“Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this.“
“We two dear men, friends forever, were here. If you want to know our names, they are Gaius and Aulus.“
“Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.“
“On April 19th, I made bread.“
“ I have buggered men.“
“If anyone does not believe in Venus, they should gaze at my girlfriend.“
“It took 640 paces to walk back and forth between here and there ten times.“
“Chie, I hope your hemorrhoids rub together so much that they hurt worse than when they every have before!“
“Epaphra is not good at ball games.”
“Two friends were here. While they were, they had bad service in every way from a guy named Epaphroditus. They threw him out and spent 105 and half sestertii most agreeably on whores.“