THEORY TIME THEORY TIME

the faim 💛💛💛 

creds please

Found a photo of Mikey and got inspired also forgot the photographer oops anyway if any one of these are your pics pls message me and ill give creds as always do not steal 

happy birthday to this turtle Tony Perry <3

Want You Back bloody great it’s alternative? groovy? pop? I don’t know but it’s great. My boys are back and life is great. 

my sister just said come on paper let’s go and took it with her to find a pen

idk why but i find it hilarious

a few things from the 5SOS V5 // SINGAPORE

HUZZAH! 

Michael playing hitting the sticks on a chair in the background

Apes

Just that entire bit

Apes

I really wonder how Andy puts up these guys

ALSO LUKE’S GLITTER EYESHADOW

Chair fort?

Ape dabs

Andy bringing out the fire

Ashton attempting to make a big flame with the hairspray

Guys don’t do that at home or anywhere really

Jesus Christ there’s a lot of fans

That zoom on Calum

Calum fixing his hair like wow that is ART™️

Also Simple Plan playing in the background

Luke in those glasses wow

The entirety of the Showbiz conversation

Calum: Hey rock bottom missed you guys

Michael’s lil smile awwwww

LUKE LEANING ON CALUM CAKE HAS CONTENT

Ashton: What you just jerk around for 3 years?

Luke’s laugh is adorable look at the squish

Michael is a mood. I too am done with these dorks

Ashton’s drumstick in the cooler

Luke’s red nail polish

Calum’s lil wave before going on stage

Ashton playing bass

Calum playing guitar

Luke playing drums

They should switch instruments for like one show it’ll be hilarious. Do it for the meme. For the content. You boys like that

Trying to play Jet Black Heart

Breaking the hi-hat

Luke stealing the pick from Andy then giving it to Calum. Cake is alove and well.

Calum: my traps are my most prized possession

Soooo many fans

Calum giving the finger

Michael threw his jumper I want to congratulate the lucky fan that caught it. I would die for that jumper

Calum playing drums

Calum cleaning the camera cause he’s a nice friend

T H E B O D A C I O U S

a comprehensive “guide” to sin in Catholicism - for the TOG fic writers

DISCLAIMER: I AM GOING OFF WHAT CATHOLIC HIGH SCHOOL AND GROWING UP IN CATHOLICISM HAS TAUGHT ME ABOUT SIN. IF YOU REQUIRE MORE INFORMATION SEEK OUT A PRIEST OR A THEOLOGIAN OR THE INTERNET (ALTHOUGH THAT MAY LEAD YOU DOWN A RABBIT HOLE) 

pls feel free to add on in the comments section :) 

Sin

Committing an action or thought that goes against the teachings of Catholicism

Teachings can include the Bible, 10 Commandments, whatever the Catholic Church says is right

Examples of sin: murder, lying, cheating on your partner

Original sin 

When Adam and Eve ate from the fruit of the tree of forbidden knowledge, sin entered the world through them

Every human being born since then is born with original sin

Original sin can only be washed away through the Sacrament of Baptism (which is what you need to be part of the Catholic faith)

Absolving sin

Sin can only be absolved by a priest or someone higher up in the Church hierarchy through the Sacrament of Reconciliation/Penance

The priest acts as a direct line to God, allowing him to remove sins which you confess to

Reconciliation will only forgive sins which you have confessed to or completely forgotten, not sins that you are deliberately holding back

The priest is forbidden to tell anyone else of what you confessed to, even murder

The Sacrament of Anointing of the Sick also has a similar effect of forgiving sins

If someone died with sins, they would go through purgatory (sin cleansing) which is a period between death on Earth and going to Heaven

Mortal vs Venial sins

These are the two types of sins

Mortal sins

Extremely grave sins e.g. murder (although the Catholic Church does not give an exhaustive list of sins and which category they fall under)

For a mortal sin to exist, it must satisfy these three criteria 

Grave matter: the matter is evil and immoral e.g. murder, masturbation, divorce

Full knowledge: the person must know that what they’re doing is evil and immoral

Deliberate consent: the person must freely choose to do this action

Think of it like this: a Catholic person has their own unique relationship with God but when said person commits a mortal sin, their relationship with God is completely cut off until they confess to that sin in Reconciliation

A person who dies with mortal sin intact is sent to hell

Venial sin

Lesser sins basically

A venial sin will weaken a person’s relationship with God but will not destroy it however, going to Reconciliation will restore and repair that relationship

Jesus dying for our sins

Jesus dying on the cross can result in a deep rabbit hole with many different interpretations and different symbolic meanings depending on which way you focus on it so therefore we’re doing it through the idea of sin and what I remember from high school religion classes this is going to be so rough

Jesus dying and resurrecting can represent the idea of Baptism as Catholics come to new life in Christ through Baptism 

Jesus’ cross represents human sin, therefore he died carrying our sins and for human sin

As mentioned before with a Catholic’s relationship with God, Jesus dying restores the relationship between God and the human race so that we could be forgiven of our sins

Revelations

I’m going to say right now I do not know much about this

Revelations is the last book of the Bible, most famous for detailing the end of the world

This specific point is also covered briefly in the Nicene Creed

At the end of the world, God with Jesus at his right hand, will judge every soul and deem those worthy to join him in the new eternal kingdom of God

This is depicted by Michelangelo in the Last Judgement 

lol im late but mayday parade is back and gay as fuck and im honestly living for it

Charles you are the table GAGGED HIM LMAO

Shameless

Charles Leclerc x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: you + Lestappen + a sex tape leak + one very unamused head of communications … need I say more?

Based on this request

The Red Bull Racing communications office smells like stale coffee and impending doom. Portia, the team’s head of communications, sits stiffly in the center of the storm, knuckles white around her phone. She stares at the video playing on her laptop, horrified but unable to look away.

The footage is intimate, explicit — grainy but undeniably clear. Three people, tangled up in sheets, moaning names, gasping into each other’s mouths. Max Verstappen. You. And, unmistakably, Charles Leclerc.

Her inbox is a dumpster fire of urgent PR memos, emails with subject lines in all caps, and press releases that have already been revised half a dozen times. She hasn’t even responded to half of them yet. No point.

This is beyond damage control.

The door swings open violently, smacking into the wall. Max strolls in first, looking every bit as casual as if he just finished a training session. You follow behind him, your hair in a messy bun, holding a half-eaten croissant. Charles is the last to enter, chewing gum like this is the most ordinary thing in the world.

Portia blinks at the three of you. “… What the hell?”

Max plops into the chair across from her, sprawling out like he’s just arrived at a friend’s house. “What’s up?”

“What’s up?” Portia repeats, incredulous. “You-” She gestures frantically toward her screen. “The video. The world just saw everything, Max! You, her, him-” She throws a desperate look at Charles, who only shrugs.

“Yeah. We saw,” Charles says casually, pulling out a chair and sitting down next to Max. “Kind of funny, no?”

Portia makes a strangled noise in her throat. “No! It is not funny, Charles. None of this is funny!” She can already feel the migraine creeping in, sharp and mean behind her left eye.

Max leans forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Listen, it’s not like we were hiding it. We’ve been-”

“Friends,” you interject, your voice calm as ever. “Very close friends.”

Charles grins. “Really close.”

Max winks. “Super close.”

Portia pinches the bridge of her nose. “Stop saying that.”

“You’re the one freaking out,” Max says, as if that makes any of this better. “It’s not a big deal.”

Portia throws up her hands. “Max, it’s not just a sex tape. It’s a scandal. Sponsors, shareholders, media outlets — everyone is calling. Red Bull is losing its mind, Ferrari is fuming, and the internet-” She gestures vaguely toward the air, as if the internet is some wild animal loose in the building. “-is losing its collective shit.”

Charles leans back, folding his arms behind his head. “The internet always loses its shit.”

“True,” Max agrees, glancing at you. “Remember when they thought we broke up because I didn’t post anything for two weeks?”

You hum thoughtfully, finishing the last bite of your croissant. “They were so mad.”

Portia stares at the three of you like she’s trapped in some bizarre fever dream. “Are none of you remotely concerned about this?”

Max shrugs. “Not really.”

“It’s out now,” you say, wiping your hands on a napkin. “What’s the point of stressing?”

Charles nods like you just delivered the most profound truth of the century. “Exactly. It’s not like we can put it back in the box.”

“Oh my god,” Portia mutters, pressing her palms to her temples. “You’re all insane.”

Max flashes her a charming smile — the kind that usually gets him out of trouble. “Come on, Portia. You handle worse than this all the time.”

“Not this, I don’t!” She groans. “I mean, sure, we’ve dealt with crashes, team infighting, broken engines, drunk interviews-” She shoots a pointed look at Max, who grins unapologetically. “But this? This is next level.”

Charles checks his phone, seemingly unbothered by her panic. “The fans seem to love it, though. Look-” He flips the screen toward Portia. It’s a Twitter thread full of memes and heart-eye emojis, captioned with things like Lestappen and Y/N living their best lives and Honestly, goals.

Portia glares at the phone like it just insulted her family. “This is not helping.”

Max raises an eyebrow. “Actually, it kind of is.” He points at the screen. “If the fans are cool with it, the sponsors will calm down eventually.”

“Sponsors are not fans.” Portia slams her laptop shut, as if doing so will somehow make the problem disappear. “Sponsors are very rich, very conservative people who do not want their logos anywhere near a video of you having a threesome!”

Charles clicks his tongue thoughtfully. “Technically, it’s not just a threesome.”

Portia shoots him a death glare. “I swear to God, Charles-”

You stifle a laugh, covering your mouth with your hand. Max notices, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he nudges you with his elbow. “See? Even Y/N thinks it’s funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” you admit, which only makes Charles beam with satisfaction.

Portia looks like she’s on the verge of a breakdown. “This is not funny. None of this is funny.”

“I think you need to relax,” Max says, as if that’s the simplest solution in the world. “It’s not like we committed a crime.”

“It might as well be,” Portia snaps. “Do you know what Ferrari is going to do with this? They’re probably drafting some moral code violation complaint as we speak.”

Charles waves a hand dismissively. “They can’t fire me. I bring too much to the table.”

Portia gives him a flat look. “Charles, you are the table.”

“Exactly.”

Max turns to you, his hand casually resting on the back of your chair. “Do you think we should put out a statement?”

You consider it for a moment, then shake your head. “Nah. Statements are boring.”

“Agreed,” Charles says, pulling his phone back out to scroll through more tweets. “No one likes statements.”

Portia exhales slowly, as if trying to summon every ounce of patience she has left. “Okay, so let me get this straight. Your solution to this PR nightmare is ... to do absolutely nothing?”

“Exactly,” Max says with a satisfied nod. “We just let it blow over.”

“Like Austria,” you add.

Portia stares at you, aghast. “Austria? You cannot compare this to a racing incident in Austria!”

Max looks thoughtful. “I don’t know. I think it’s kind of similar. People get mad for a while, then they forget.”

Charles grins mischievously. “By next week, someone else will do something stupid, and no one will care about this.”

Portia groans, dragging her hands down her face. “You are all ... impossible.”

Max reaches across the table to pat her shoulder. “You’ll see. Everything will be fine.”

“Max,” Portia says, her voice low and dangerous. “If this mess costs us a single sponsor — just one — I swear I will make your life a living hell.”

Max’s grin widens. “You already do.”

You burst out laughing at that, and even Portia can’t suppress a reluctant smile, though it’s clear she’s fighting it with every fiber of her being.

“This isn’t over,” she warns, but there’s no real bite in her voice.

“It never is,” Charles says breezily. “But that’s half the fun, no?”

You lean into Max’s side, content and completely unbothered, and he drapes an arm around your shoulders. Charles glances over at the two of you, a lazy grin spreading across his face. “See? We’re all good. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Portia shoots him a murderous glare. “Do not say that.”

Max laughs, the sound low and easy, and for a moment, it feels like the world outside the room doesn’t exist — no scandals, no cameras, no angry emails. Just the three of you, stuck in the strangest mess, but somehow, perfectly fine with it.

And, really, isn’t that all that matters?

***

A few weeks later, Portia is sitting at her desk, sipping her second coffee of the morning, when her inbox pings with a new email. She glances at the subject line, hoping it’s something routine — maybe a press update, or an invitation to a sponsor event.

Instead, her heart drops.

URGENT: New Video — Verstappen, Leclerc, and Y/L/N on Beach Vacation

She groans audibly, slamming her head down on the desk with a dramatic thud. They didn’t listen to her at all.

Opening the email, her stomach churns as she scrolls down to the attached link. The video loads instantly — there’s Max, Charles, and you, sun-kissed and carefree, lounging on beach chairs somewhere tropical. The sound of waves crashing in the background is almost soothing.

Almost.

And then, without warning, it escalates — hands everywhere, tangled limbs, kisses that start off playful but quickly turn into something else entirely. A bottle of rosé tips over in the sand as Max pulls you onto his lap, and Charles leans over, dragging his mouth along your shoulder with a grin.

Portia shakes her head in disbelief, muttering under her breath, “I’m going to kill them.”

Another ping. This time, a text from Max.

Saw the email. You’re gonna love the next one.

She screams into her coffee mug.

happy birthday to a person who inspires me everyday, Gerard Way <3