#For me

[myfairkatiecat]

Ok so envision: Sophie and Keefe (or whoever if you don’t ship sokeefe) have kids, the kids have blue eyes bc it’s just a powerful gene and it overrode the alicorn dna in their particular kids, and those kids have kids with blue eyes and so on. Except occasionally someone in that line will have brown eyes. And they’ll be like yeah so I guess I’m descended from Sophie foster. And if this went on for enough generations I just have this funny image in my head of two blue eyed elves far far far in the future giving birth to a brown eyed baby and then turning to each other like “did YOU know you were descended from Sophie Foster? Me? I think I’d know if I were descended from Sophie Foster”

[clarissasbakery]

Y’know,,

Every pinkified queen needs her pinkified king!!!:3

(been loving this blog sm, your human BFDI designs are so cute!!!x3)

AWWWWW OMGGG THE PINK COINPIN 🥺💞💞💞💞 BEAUTIFULL AAAAH

[bixels]

About that fanfic

Here’s the first chapter

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65833603/chapters/169572643

This is fantastic! Love your style of poetry-writing.

[share-the-damn-bed]

The teaser really makes it seem like the whole group is off fighting monsters while facing the apocalypse and Jonathan and Nancy got trapped in a broom closet somewhere and now have to talk out their issues and reaffirm their love.

[galaxyspeaking]

hitting jayvik with the yuri beam, pt.2

[art-bloob]

Wild out!

[idolomantises]

Apparently I was in Jocat’s recent video, look at my little guy 😭❤️

[julls]

Taash: I will destroy anything that ever tries to hurt you Juria: swoons

super cute Taash x Rook!Juria chibis by wonderful @seihar 🥰♡

[xo100]

Airport - LN4

*:･ﾟ Summary: Lando Norris offers a woman, who missed her flight, a ride on his private jet to Monaco. They bond over light conversation and flirting, leaving with the possibility of seeing each other again.

*:･ﾟ Word count: 1323

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The race weekend had been long, grueling, and filled with adrenaline. Lando Norris was ready to head back to Monaco, to the comfort of his own home where the sound of engines could be swapped for the quiet of the Mediterranean breeze. As he made his way through the airport, sunglasses perched on his nose and his cap pulled low, he weaved his way through the flow of people without drawing too much attention to himself.

It wasn’t until he neared the private terminal that he noticed something out of the ordinary: a young woman standing near the gate of a commercial flight to Monaco, her expression a mix of frustration and panic. Lando slowed his steps, curiosity piqued. She stood there, gazing hopelessly at the closed gate, gripping her passport tightly. Her bags were tossed haphazardly by her feet as though she’d raced through the airport only to fall seconds short of making it to her flight.

The sharpness of disappointment etched on her face was all too familiar. He’d been in similar situations before, dashing through airports, missing flights by mere moments. Only, she didn’t seem to have the luxury of a private jet waiting just down the hall like he did.

Lando hesitated. He didn’t know her story, but something about the way she stood there, looking so defeated, tugged at him. He glanced at his watch. His jet was leaving soon, but he still had time. And, well, maybe this wouldn’t be the worst idea. What was the harm in offering a bit of help?

He pulled his cap down a little further and crossed the distance between them, moving casually as though he were just another traveler making his way to his flight.

“Missed your flight?” he asked, his voice light but laced with concern.

She turned to look at him, startled at first, then quickly took him in—cap, sunglasses, and all. Recognition flickered in her eyes, but it wasn’t overwhelming. Just a flicker.

“Yeah,” she breathed out with a weak chuckle. “By about three minutes. They wouldn’t let me through even though the plane is still sitting there.”

“That’s tough,” Lando said, giving her a sympathetic smile. “Where you heading?”

“Monaco,” she said with a shrug, though it seemed like a more resigned gesture. “Guess I’ll have to wait for the next one.”

Lando nodded, glancing around the terminal. The airport was buzzing with the usual chaos, and he could see the stress rolling off her shoulders. He thought for a second, then made a split decision. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“I’m heading there too,” he said, slipping his hands into his pockets. “I’ve got a private jet leaving soon. If you want, you can take the flight with me.”

Her eyebrows shot up, and her lips parted slightly, a mixture of surprise and hesitation crossing her features.

“A private jet?” she asked, a little skeptical. “Isn’t that...a bit much?”

Lando laughed softly. “Maybe, but I’ve got plenty of room. Plus, you look like you could use a break from airport stress. I promise it’s less chaotic than commercial flights.”

She blinked, clearly processing his offer. The idea of getting onto a private jet with a guy she just met—even if he was Lando Norris—probably wasn’t something she had expected when she woke up that morning.

“That’s...really kind of you,” she said after a moment, her voice soft. “But I couldn’t—“

“Sure you can,” he interrupted, his tone teasing but warm. “Think of it as a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You miss your flight, and instead of waiting around, you get to fly in style. How often does that happen?”

She laughed at that, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. “When you put it like that…”

Lando grinned, taking her hesitation as a positive sign. “C’mon, what’s the worst that could happen? You get to Monaco an hour earlier, and we both get some company for the flight. No need to sit around waiting for the next one.”

She looked at him again, weighing her options. He could see the internal debate playing out in her eyes—logic versus the sheer spontaneity of his offer. Finally, she sighed, her lips curling into a tentative smile.

“Alright,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “Why not? But I’ll warn you, I might be a terrible conversationalist after the day I’ve had.”

“That’s okay,” Lando replied with a wink. “I’m known to talk enough for two.”

With that, he grabbed one of her bags effortlessly, motioning for her to follow him toward the private terminal. She trailed behind, still looking a little shell-shocked, but there was something about the ease of his manner that made her feel less anxious about the whole thing.

As they walked, Lando kept the conversation light, asking her about her trip and how she ended up almost missing her flight. She shared a story about how her taxi had gotten stuck in traffic, the minutes ticking away as she helplessly watched the airport get closer and closer. Lando laughed, offering a few of his own travel horror stories in return. By the time they reached the sleek jet waiting on the tarmac, the mood between them was light and comfortable.

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“You weren’t kidding,” she muttered as they approached the aircraft, eyes wide as she took it all in. “This is...wow.”

Lando chuckled and waved a hand. “It’s not bad, right?”

They climbed aboard, and soon enough, they were airborne. The hum of the engines was soothing, and the view of the clouds stretching out below them was a peaceful contrast to the chaos of the airport they’d left behind.

“You know,” she said after a while, leaning back in her plush seat, “I still can’t believe I’m on a private jet with you. This feels surreal.”

Lando smirked, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees. “Trust me, I’ve been in a lot of surreal situations lately. This one’s pretty tame.”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I guess that’s fair. Monaco, huh? Do you live there?”

“Yeah, for a while now,” he replied, glancing out the window. “It’s a nice place to unwind after the craziness of race weekends.”

“I’ve always wanted to visit,” she admitted. “I mean, I’ve been through a few times, but never really had a chance to stay.”

“Well, maybe this is your chance,” he said, eyes twinkling. “What’s your plan once we get there?”

“I was supposed to meet a friend,” she said with a sigh. “But it’s not set in stone. What about you?”

“Just heading home,” Lando said, then added with a teasing grin, “But if you need a tour guide while you’re there, I might be available.”

She raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at her lips. “Are you offering to show me around Monaco, Lando?”

“Maybe,” he said, his grin widening. “Depends if you’re up for it.”

She laughed softly, glancing out the window again. “I might take you up on that.”

For the rest of the flight, the conversation flowed easily, peppered with light flirtation and comfortable silences. There was something so natural about it—like they’d known each other for longer than just a chance meeting in an airport.

As the jet began its descent toward Monaco, Lando glanced over at her, feeling a strange sense of contentment.

“Guess we’re almost there,” he said.

”Yeah,” she replied, though her tone held a hint of reluctance. “Thanks again for this, Lando. You really saved my day.”

He flashed her a playful grin. “Anytime. Maybe I’ll see you around Monaco.”

“Maybe,” she said with a smirk of her own. “But next time, let’s hope it’s under more normal circumstances.”

“Deal,” he replied with a wink.

As they stepped off the jet and into the warm Monaco air, Lando couldn’t help but think that maybe missing her flight had been the best thing that could’ve happened to either of them that day.

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*:･ﾟ Notes; thank you for reading, I hope y’all enjoyed! Remember requests are open if you would like to request something. Also question for you guys, is there someone who can help me with the link of the requests so I could put it in my masterlist? I don’t know where to find that link, DM me if you know.

[son1c]

goofy goobers!!! commission i got from @kue-rangi 🫶

[mediacircuspod]

I know The Machine Herald is supposed to have no emotions to cloud his judgement, but I think it’d be funny, okay? Like Viktor giving monologue after monologue about how humanity is a curse and emotions are what breed evil, and then 5 seconds later he is absolutely enraged at seeing Jayce. He’s like, “That’s my ex who killed me, he’s such a complete bitch, but you know, I’m not bitter because that’s an emotion and I don’t have those” like sure honey, you put on your metal mask and pretend that a broken heart can be mended by ignoring it, and also killing people. That’s so real of you.

[sunseed-fandump]

"That dorky king who invites them to have tea even when he has weapons pointed at his stupid smiling face"

I really loved that line tibfkdhfhfjd, as soon as I read it I started on this after dinner haha

(This is,, my first time drawing pv, holly or dc haha)

YESSSSSSSS LMAO I LOVE IT THIS MEME FORMAT ITS ONE OF MY FAVORITES

You drew them all so cute!!! 1000/10!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

(Also the fact that Wizard can barely see over the table is SENDING me)

Thank you for giving me wonderful art to look at this morning!!! <3 What a fantastic thing to wake up to!

[an-internet-introvert]

Things I am normal about

[rooolt]

fantasy high junior year finale in which no matter what’s going on they must stop everything to sit and take an SAT for three hours

[aimer-arts]

SURPRISE hi aimer!! it's been so long since i drew one of your teams! i love them all, but i really love these two 🩵 i hope you like this!! (sorry nova's eyes aren't brown, i couldn't get it to work in my style </3)

AAAAAAAAAAA?! OH I LOVE THIS SO MUCH… 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖💖 YOU DREW THEM PERFECTLY AAAAAAA THANK YOU