i already uploaded this the other day but this is a slightly nicer flip through and im so happy with it all. pls humour me

exactly how hyperactive can someone get 😭

ddog

what’s he so fucking big for.

On the sofa (by me)

On the Sofa

Leonid Pasternak

watercolour on paper, ca. 1916

Daniel describing how he broke his arm as a kid, from the Red Bull 2018 On the Sofa video

After Max answers “What’s the stupidest way you ever hurt yourself?” with a story of him drunkenly walking into a door: MV: “You?” DR: “I broke my arm as a kid. Uh, February the 13th, 2003. Basically, how did I- so I broke my humerus,” MV: “Okay” DR: “Like serious bone. And I broke it by throwing a tennis ball.” MV: *in disbelief* “How?! How can you-” DR: “I threw a ball, and my arm snapped.” MV: *grimaces* “Awhh. So how is that possible? DR: “In the end, I- so we found out I had a bone cyst. So something that, I guess some people get, it’s just, I don’t know how, I guess you’re just maybe born with it and over time, I guess it’s some form of like little, disease in a way. Anyway, so it, it’s this thing that eats away your bone over time, and eventually the bone becomes so thin that it-” MV: “It snaps?” DR: “eventually is gonna break. Basically.” DR: “Um, so it could’ve happened like, the doc- the hospital said it could have happened like, getting out of bed, like one morning I could’ve just gotten out of bed and it would’ve just snapped.” MV: *huge grimace and groan* DR: “So I was walking with my friends, erm, it was at lunchtime at school, and people were playing cricket. So the ball came over, so I like just picked it up, threw it, and that’s when it snapped. And I just fell to the floor, and all my friends were laughing at me, like ‘You’re being an idiot. Get up.’ And I was like, obviously crying. And yeah. And the guy that hit the ball, true story, the guy that hit the ball, was, I wanna say, I don’t wanna exaggerate, I wanna say at least 50 meters away, at the very least 50 meters away. And he heard the snap, when it- it was that loud. I’ll never forget it, unfortunately. I wish I could.” DR: “But anyway. So if you like touch my arm now, you can feel like the bone where it grew over, it’s kind of weird. Anyway, broke my arm throwing a tennis ball.” MV: “Impressive,” DR: “Yeah.” MV: “Impressive.” DR: “Yeah.” DR: “One weird thing with that, I’ll just quickly- so I was sitting there at school, like waiting for my mom to pick me up. Cause I didn’t know what I had done, I didn’t know it was broken, I just knew something was up. And I went to move my arm, I was supporting it.” MV: *can tell where this is going, softly* “Oh.” DR: “And I went to move it, and I literally, I could feel things inside, like move, but my arm stayed still.” MV: *mouth drops, loudly* “Oh no, ohhhh” DR: “So like all like the, whatever nerves or whatever, like I could feel them move but my arm didn’t move. I was like, ah. That was the scariest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.” MV: *looks in shock during this whole story, continues to grimace* “Ah” DR: “Yeah. And I’m not good with that stuff, I get-” MV: “So you have like a scar here *points to upper right arm* now?” DR: “Ah, no, so they couldn’t operate on it. So they needed just to, erm, I mean they like, I don’t know what they did in the end. But they couldn’t operate. I stayed in the cast for a crazy amount of time, and then it just, like, grew over. So I got no scar, but you can just feel- I’ll let you touch it later, off camera.” MV: *sharp inhale before smiling* “Ha hah” DR: “I’ll let you touch my arm.”

little archives and their covers

The last On The Sofa with Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen (or so they thought)

i see the appeal of beefy gojo but lanky gojo works better imo bcs i need him to be a cryptid and weird and strange and have six eyes and be some sort of eldritch terror in a somewhat human body

On the sofa (by me)

It's so funny to me how I like tmnt not just one specific version but the whole franchise. Interacting with the fandom feels like talking about our cats to another cat lover; it's amazing.

imagine >

moving into a new city with no friends and family around. having to find your place in an entirely new space and into new people's lives.

neighbour!miguel being so sweet and caring, but also flirtatious and serious when time is best. offering to help you with just anything; driving you to work because you just moved in & are getting acquainted with the city, getting groceries for you when you're sick and/or tired, occasionally even bringing you flowers in the mornings.

neighbour!miguel smiling so sweetly when he sees you at his door at 11 p.m. on a friday night, asking for his help with your new furniture instead of being out and having fun.

neighbour!miguel walking through your apartment door, so happy to help you and spend even as much as a few more minutes around you. and it all feels so domestic and serene; seeing him in his home clothes, just a navy blue t-shirt and sweatpants, in your own private, intimate space.

neighbour!miguel not even asking for your help because he doesn't want you to lift a finger, or worse, get splinters stuck in your delicate fingers. frankly, he wants and likes to show off to you. he relishes in the opportunity to show you how strong he is, how he can effortlessly put everything in place. and sincerely, you do enjoy the show.

you enjoy seeing his arms flex when he lifts the entire underside of the ikea sofa so he could turn it around and continue with the instructions; yet his face shows zero struggle. no holding his breath, no pants of exhaustion. he knows exactly what he's doing, and he only needs to look over the pages a few times before he arranges the whole thing like he designed it.

neighbour!miguel secretly even taking longer than necessary to set the screws just to have you look at him with such admiration. maybe you might even begin to like him the way he likes you. he has no idea the only thing you wish you could do was to kiss him and let him put his arms around you, to reward him for how good he's been to you.

neighbour!miguel whose heart races as you gently kiss his cheek as he's working, gazing into his eyes with that look he knows all too well. but eventually you grow bolder, seeing no resistance from him; only satisfaction and a hint of sugar sweet surprise.

neighbour!miguel who can't help it but drop the screws and keys to grab you as you keep teasingly kissing him all over his face; one arm secured around your back, one around your middle, finally returning the kisses he had long coveted to give you.

divider by @cafekitsune

a/n: should i continue???? will miguel break the bed he just made???? poor miguel

also im posting that back massage fic soon too i just gotta make up my mind ab a couple things💀