lando and 3💗💗
3) hiding face in neck
There’s a grin splitting its way across your face as you hustle through corridors and fight crowds across the paddock. You thought you’d be able to get away with watching the race in one of the fancy Miami VIP areas. You’d thought he’d do good but not this good— you shouldn’t have underestimated him.
P1. P1.
You should have started hustling to McLaren earlier in the race honestly, when he was leading and you had a sick feeling in your gut from the anticipation.
Whatever.
You’re sprinting like your life depends on it, flashing your lanyard and flagging down McLaren staff who recognise you so you can be let into areas that Lando or someone equally as important usually takes you through.
You’re waylaid just before you can hit the tarmac. Stopped by an obstinate security guard who you can’t really blame for just doing his job. You can see flashes of orange, bits of the car as you stand on your tiptoes to catch someone anyone’s eye.
“You have to let me through,” you say, “I am literally his best friend. He just won.” Then you’re seeing a Red Bull cap and you’re shouting, “MAX! Oi, Max!”
Max frowns, head turning in each direction until he finally spots you and the security guard who’s trying to hold you off. He rolls his eyes, then jogs over.
“You can let her through, mate,” he says, an exasperated edge to his tone that you will deal with later thank you very much, “She’s with Lando.”
You’re not with Lando, you want to bite back. Okay, technically in Max’s sense of the word you are.
Whatever.
The moment the security guard moves his arm you’re off like a shot, sparing only a second to pat Max’s arm in thanks. You take off onto the tarmac, out into the Miami sun. There’s the MCL38, there’s a sea of papaya behind a barricade, there’s Zak Brown and there’s Lando.
You thud into his side, almost knocking him into Zak as you throw your arms around his neck. Responding on instinct he catches you, one arm winding around your waist. You’re babbling as soon as you’ve got him in your grip— I’m so proud of you’s and I knew you could do it’s bubbling from your mouth as you try to stop from crying.
He’s laughing— giggling that shrill, joyful thing he does— as he twists around in your arms. He puts both arms around your waist, squeezes and lifts. And you don’t even care that he’s sweaty and smells bad, because he’s shoving his wet (from sweat, from tears) face into your neck and he’s hugging you like he doesn’t want to let go.
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"I'm a Being from Another World and I had a lovely situationship with a woman only for Some Guy to take her away from me" vs "I'm Some Guy and I had a lovely situationship with a man only for a Being from Another World to take him away from me."
aka wlw/mlm solidarity.
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moots if you ever see me blogging negatively about a driver you like know that i am never, ever talking about your rpf version of them. they should get to have all the gay sex possible
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Falls to the ground.
I am absolutely obsessed with this small crack in Ivan's graceful demeanor that he's been carrying himself with during the entire song as he remembers Till pulling his hand away from his and running away. It perfectly shows that despite everything, despite him more than likely not holding any ill will towards Till (probably because he expected him to do that)
that moment still fucks with him all those years later. A constant reminder of what could've been, and how it will forever be out of his reach.
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ok so this isn’t really an ask more of a ramble sesh
thinking about finding chonkli sun bathing one day and taking him home
cut to reader leading a domestic life and zhongli (who has remained in chonkli form the whole time) being absolutely smitten with them and their way of life. He’s sitting there in chonkli form daydreaming about living with them, marrying them, cooking together, slow dancing in the living room, ect.
just thoughts
(also i’m gonna be here a lot so can i be 💫 anon)
You're cooking so hard anon!!
Imagine if reader gets him a comfy little pet-bed, but obviously he insists on sleeping with you, curling up on you stubbornly until you have no choice but to give in - which comes easily since he's downright adorable.
Oh and think of his little kissies!! :((( he'd take every chance to express his affection! Though I wonder how long he would wait until revealing his identity...
Thank you for sharing eeeeek! <333
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Odysseus was forced by Zeus to make an incredibly harsh decision- kill an infant who was prophesied to grow up as a vengeful murderer who would kill everyone Odysseus was trying to save- or let them all be killed by him one day.
He chose to take the one life, to save the lives of many. He killed the infant to save his loved ones.
Zeus does it again. Only this time, Odysseus has to choose between his crew, or his own life.
Odysseus takes the life of many, in order to save one. He kills his crew- no, his family, to save his life.
The ones he killed for ended up dying by his hand in the end, and now he is completely alone.
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it’s crazy that when all the oceanids were making humansonas, they all made relatively normal people, but focalors was like “my humansona is actually an otter gijinka” and then also made an otter gijinka for neuvillette’s humansona. also lyney and lynette’s ancestor was like “can i make a catgirl?” and egeria was like “oh that rips, do it”
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