#accepted: isabella

[st4rsdoyoulikedem]

Your girlfriend is taking a picture and yet you lean in to your teammate, total straight behaviour🤨🏳️‍🌈

[rickybaby]

Uncle Daniel 💖💘

[softhereal]

I just saw a video on ferbnessa, like, discussing the relationship. I thought the commenters would be aware enough to say "yeah, its weird"

But no, a bunch of people actually defend this ship. They think that the issue that people that are against ferbnessa have is the age gap. THE AGE GAP WAS NEVER THE PROBLEM IF IT WAS A 25 YEAR OLD WHO MET A 20 YEAR OLD AND THEY STARTED DATING, THAT WOULD BE TOTALLY FINE.

THE ISSUE IS SHE KNEW HIM AS A KID AND SAW HIM GROWING UP, SHE WAS REGULARLY THERE BECAUSE SHE WAS FRIENDS WITH HIS BIG SISTER

IMAGINE WATCHING A KID GROW UP AND WHEN HE'S AN ADULT YOU'RE LIKE "HEY, I WANNA DATE YOU", EVEN IF THERE WASN'T GROOMING IT IS STILL CREEPY

[sapphic--kiwi]

drew the rest of the PNF gang in my style as well…love these kids sm 🫶🫶

[lcbyuri]

if you like isabella whats stopping you from dating her?

polyamary exists

no no i don't like her i apparently am her.

[live-and-learn]

Behold, Perry the Platypus, MY WOMANIZER! Yes, yes, my brother is suing me over the rights to the inator name. BUT NO MATTER! When I use this to take control of the tri-state area, everyone will see that my creations are the real inators, not his three-bit knockoffs.

Why the fuck does "womanizer" mean what it does, that shit sounds like the name of an instant sex change ray gun invented by some guy who has beef with a platypus.

[intomybubble]

Talk of the British supreme court… “If this sounds like a nightmare scenario where Brits could pretty much get away with anything short of murder, you're correct.”

This reminds me of a certain British exchange student from a certain game…

(caption isn’t relevant lol,

but the manga: Isabella Bird in Wonderland is adapted on the irl Isabella Bird’s exploration of Japan in the Meiji era to find and learn about the indigenous Ainu people in Hokkaido before they went extinct, as well as Japanese people in general. This includes trekking on the unbeaten path literally no one has gone before (even the natives consider it dangerous and a death sentence) as a 47-year old woman.

[bpdpenguin]

#good fucking god#ive been thinking a lot about how he wants love SO badly but simply does not know how to give it#he only knows how to terrorize people and demand they remain loyal and throw money at them but he doesn't know how to actually GIVE#all the love he has!!! when he's bargaining with ivy she's like i just want you to be nice to me#and he is so shocked by this request#he doesn't know how to do it and he loses her as a result#even victor loved and gave his love to done falcone! and oswald loses him for it too#he isolates himself so pathologically because he requires UNCONDITIONAL love#he needs to commit evil deeds and betray people and have them love him ANYWAY#because his parents did this#and spoiled him rotten as a result#he is SO DEEPLY CORRUPTED BY HIS PARENTS UNCONDITIONAL LOVE it's such a wild character trait#and Ed on the other hand CANNOT RECEIVE love!! he seeks approval so desperately and wants a normal relationship so bad#but he kills women when they offer him love#he kills oswald when he confesses his love#hes so terrified of real intimacy because it would require him to know himself and acknowledge what he is and he can't do that

tags by @alienfuckeronmain

btw.

[encredubitume]

IRON FIST ✸ LN04

Your daughter has an iron fist, and Lando is about to learn it the hard way.

PAIRING! ✸ Lando Norris x Single Mother!FemReader

WORDS! ✸ 1.5K

TAGS! ✸ Fluff. Not proof-read.

“She’ll probably seem closed off. Don’t take it personally. Ever since Isabella was born, it’s been hard for her to open up to strangers.”

Oscar’s voice is even, almost dull, but Lando picks up on the flicker of unease behind each carefully chosen word. Together, they move through the chaos of the Monaco Grand Prix; yet nothing is more frantic than Oscar’s pace.

In two years, Lando has learned to read his teammate's body language and its unsaid words. The tension in his shoulders and the tight fist at his side betray the calm he usually wears so well. He radiates apprehension⏤something so unlike him it disturbs Lando greatly.

It’s the first time his former neighbor from Hertford has accepted one of his invitations, and clearly, Oscar wants everything to be perfect.

“It took me a year to convince her to come, so please, don’t mess this up,” Oscar adds, confirming his theory.

“Wow. Who do you take me for? I do know how to behave, you know.”

Oscar stops in the middle of the paddock. He glances around, realizes people are filming them and pulls Lando aside by the arm⏤ignoring his protests⏤until they’re both hidden behind a broadcasting truck.

“What the hell, mate?”

Oscar gives him a wary look.

“I know you, Lando. And I know how this will go.”

Irritation flashes across the Brit’s face.

“Thanks, mate.”

“What I mean is…” Oscar shuts his eyes and draws in a deep breath, defeat written across his face. “She’s your type. Y/N, I mean. And she has a daughter. And you’ve been having this weird baby fever for weeks now. It's a disaster waiting to happen. I don't want you to scare her away.”

“I'm not an animal, Oscar.”

The latter runs a hand through his hair and sighs. Something in Lando softens at the obvious worry in his teammate’s eyes. He claps a firm hand on Oscar’s shoulder, who jolts.

“Don’t worry. I’ll just say hello. Nothing more.”

The second he steps into the McLaren motorhome, Lando regrets his promise.

The woman speaking with Lily is stunning, and the little girl in her arms, so adorable it takes everything in him not to coo aloud.

Maybe Oscar’s right. Maybe he does know Lando better than Lando knows himself, because this beautiful sight stirs something raw inside him, something he can barely suppress.

He clenches his jaw and looks away.

“Oscar!” a lovely voice calls.

You skips towards your former neighbor with a radiant smile, but your steps falter when you notice Lando standing beside him.

Before his eyes, you shift. The change is subtle, but the driver sees it—your arms tightening protectively around the child, your gaze darkening.

You're suddenly the Mother reincarnated, and to Lando, it turns you into something ethereal, a vision his eyes are thankful for.

“How’s my little princess doing?” Oscar coos next to him, his voice light and playful. Gone is the doubt from earlier.

The little girl babbles excitedly, arms outstretched to the Australian. Without hesitation, you hand her over. An irrational pang of jealousy twists in Lando’s chest as he watches the baby in Oscar’s arms and how easily the two interact.

He shoves it down and looks at you.

Your eyes stay on the duo, a fond smile tugging at your lips. Lando seizes the moment. He clears his throat and offers his hand.

“I’m Lando. Oscar’s told me a lot about you.”

You whisper more than you say your name, hesitant and guarded. Your hand is soft and disappears in his own. You are smaller than him, he notes. He could kiss the crown of your head without effort.

Lando blinks the thought away.

You promised to behave.

Reluctantly, he releases your hand and turns to Oscar, who’s now dodging the curious fingers of the little girl.

“And who’s this?”

“Isabella,” you say, cautious. “My daughter.”

At the sound of her name, the child turns—first to you, then to Lando, the only unfamiliar adult in the room. Her wide eyes study his face before locking somewhere onto the top of his head.

Then she beams, and something inside Lando cracks open.

He looks at you, whose expression is unreadable.

“May I...?” He gestures to Isabella, hands outstretched.

The baby, clearly recognizing the promise of a cuddle when she sees one, squeals and thrashes toward him. She kicks her little foot in Oscar’s chest, who grunts in pain.

You swiftly retrieves your daughter.

“I don’t want you to hold her.”

The words snap through the air like a whip. A few engineers turn around. Lando blinks. You exhale, adjusting Isabella on your hip.

“I just don’t like strangers touching her,” you explain more gently. “But you can say hello, if you’d like.”

Lando nods and flashes you a dazzling smile. Something flickers across your face, gone as soon as it appeared.

He crouches to Isabella’s level.

“Hey, love.”

“No!”

“You shouldn’t—”

Two voices cry out, but it's too late. In a blink, Isabella grabs a curl on Lando’s forehead and yanks.

The cry he lets out is far from dignified. He knows you heard it, and something in him dies a little at the thought.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry! Isabella, let go!”

But the toddler just giggles and tugs harder. Lando hisses.

“She does this all the time,” You try to explain while attempting to pull your daughter back. “It’s her favorite game. I should’ve warned you. God, I'm sorry. Isabella, let go of Lando!”

“It’s fine,” he mutters through clenched teeth, bent awkwardly.

How can something so small be so strong?

You grimace and step closer. A second, gentler hand dives into his curls to try and free him. The soft touch makes Lando’s heart thunder, or perhaps it is your newly-found proximity. His nose brushes your collarbone. If he concentrates hard enough, he can count the freckles on your skin and trace the seams of your bra beneath your white shirt.

Lando gulps, suddenly flushed.

“Oscar, some help maybe?”

He closes his eyes and inhales the sweet, floral perfume that overwhelms his senses—then yelps as Isabella finds another curl.

“Oh f— Fudge!”

One of his hands lands on your waist for balance; the other joins the tangle of hands in his hair. His fingers brush against yours—or maybe Oscar’s—and finally clasp around the tiny fist.

Isabella makes a curious sound.

“Maybe he should hold her,” Oscar suggests. “Might be the only way to get her to let go.”

Lando doesn’t need to see you to feel your hesitation—your body has stiffened under his hand.

“I suppose…”

Groaning, Lando stands, his back aching.

Reluctantly, you hand him Isabella, whose gaze stays fixed on his curls. Once nestled in his arms, she tilts her head and smacks her lips, once, twice, lost in serious contemplation.

“Alright, that’s enough,” you say, patience already running out, and step forward with outstretched arms. “We'll find something el—”

But you freeze.

Because Isabella releases his curls and wraps her tiny fingers around his index.

Lando's heart skips a beat. And his face breaks into a radiant smile.

He can’t help it. He brings their joined hands down and plants noisy kisses on the baby’s hand. Isabella bursts into delighted giggles.

“Hey you. Has anyone ever told you you’ve got quite the iron fist?”

Isabella drools in response. Lando chooses to take it as a yes.

When he finally looks up, he’s surprised to see you blushing.

“Sorry,” he winces, realizing how forward he’s been.

But, to his delight, you just shrug with a shy smile on your lips.

“'I'm sorry she took you hostage. It’s the first time she’s this... lively around someone new.”

“I’m honoured.”

They share a shy smile. Oscar clears his throat loudly, making you both jump. You blush deeper, shaking your head as you reach out again.

“Alright now, Isabella. Uncle Oscar and Lando have a race.”

Isabella whines as she’s pulled from Lando’s embrace. The sound slices something deep in him. Right then and there, he decides he hates seeing her sad.

“You’ll see them later,” you sooth, gently rocking your daughter.

As you both sway, your eyes flick shyly to Lando’s. He nearly chokes at the sight.

“If they want to, of course,” you add.

“I do,” he replies instantly, breathless. “I'll see you right after I win.”

Somewhere behind him, Oscar snorts.

But Lando means it. It’s a promise.

One he’s determined to keep.

When he crosses the finish line—There you go, P1 in Monaco, says his engineer—his mind isn’t on the crowd, or the glory. No. It’s elsewhere. On something softer.

The day after his victory, while videos of the drivers in nightclubs flood social media and scandals brew in their wake, fans wonder where Lando Norris has gone.

They should’ve looked further, past Monte Carlo’s frenzy, down a quiet alleyway in Monaco City.

Maybe then they’d have found the Grand Prix winner at a candle-lit table, sharing dinner with a beautiful woman and a little girl seated on his lap, tugging on his curls with an iron fist.

[msmimundo]

People in Phineas and Ferb revival posts comment section: nooooooooooooooooooooo😫😫😫 dont make it woke 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 no woke 😖😖 on my soup 😔😔😔 dont ruin this totally not woke show fo me plsss???? 😣😣😣

Baljeet being indian (though poorly portrayed but they adressed it so it might change) and Isabella being Mexican-Jewish and Heinz being an inmigrant growing up in poverty and Lawrence and Ferb being brittish and Heinz and Charlene being divorced but getting along regardles and Linda and Lawrence being a remarried divorced couple and Phineas + Candace and Ferb being adopted siblings and Heinz being a good attentive father despite his trauma and Vanessa being a daughter of a divorced couple but not hating her parents and Vanessa accepting Norm as a new adoptive brother and Buford and Baljeet's canonical bromance and that one lowkey lesbian scene of Vanessa and Stacy and Heinz and Perry's romantic relationship and Peter's whole affair existance and Peter and Mystery's romantic relationship and Perry, Heinz, Vanessa and Norm being a family and Perry having female traits(laying eggs+sweating milk) and Heinz not following masculinity roles and Lawrence not following masculinity roles and Jeremy not following masculinity roles and Buford crying and Isabella being sportier than the rest and Candace being stronger than the rest and Phineas and Ferb being ok with wearing dresses and Perry being ok with wearing dresses and Carl being ok with wearing dresses and literally everybody being autistic/having ADHD/ both: do you watch the show

[jackass-jones]

Oh god. It’s october 4th 😰

[wefuckinglove33]

go bella go !

ISABELLA ROBUSTO interviewed after her P3 finish in the 2025 General Tire 200 at Talladega Superspeedway. She is the highest finishing woman in ARCA competition at Talladega.

[wileys-russo]

be my valentine II a.russo

requested, part of the maternal instincts universe be my valentine II a.russo

your eyes fluttered open as you blinked sleepily trying to return to the land of the living, yawning quietly and covering your hand with your mouth, exhaling deeply with a stretch and a grunt.

patting around the bed with your hand you realized the spot beside you was empty, and then it dawned on you that the apartment around you was quiet, namely it was far too quiet for life with a rambunctious six year old.

suspicion now flooding your body you sat upright, blinking to adjust to the dim lighting of the room, frowning in annoyance as you could hear the rain coming down outside even if hidden behind the blinds which were still closed.

"less? bella?" you called out with another stretch, waiting for a response but not getting one, calling out again as you swung yourself out of bed, slipping your feet into your slippers and padding over to the window still without a response.

drawing the blinds up you scanned the ground a few floors below and noticed alessia's car was gone from its usual spot, which at least explained the abrupt silence and meant you were home by yourself.

but that in itself was highly unlikely for this time of the morning.

grabbing your phone off the side table you took a seat on the edge of the bed, unlocking it and finding your girlfriends contact, clicking call and moving it up to your ear.

"you're up! good morning sleepy head." you smiled at the strikers voice as she answered after a couple of rings. "are you sure its valentines day and not opposite day? normally you're the one who sleeps in." you teased playfully.

"is it valentines day?" the blonde gasped clearly sarcastically as your eyes rolled. "mama you know it is! thats why we're-" you heard bella pipe up as alessia hastily shushed her.

"uh we'll be back soon love, we just popped out for some...milk. cause bell wanted cereal before school!" alessia requested quickly, shushing bella again as she tried to speak up once more, mumbling something you couldn't quite catch.

"there's milk in the fridge? i did the shopping yesterday." "she wanted um...chocolate milk." "the monster did!"

"ohh i see, and we can't let the monster go hungry or it might takeover and eat isabellas brain. i understand." you clicked your tongue with a sigh, hearing your daughter giggle in response.

"we're nearly home. but you have to stay in bed mummy!" the six year old ordered sternly. "and thats an order!" alessia added on and your eyes rolled again but you hummed in agreement none the less, promising you wouldn't move.

a few more words exchanged and you hung up, laying back down and getting comfortable, doom scrolling through your social media and caught up on a deep dive into an odd looking penguin in a zoo in melbourne before you heard keys in the front door and footsteps thunder on inside.

you couldn't quite make out what was being said but it wasn't long before you heard bella call out for you, yelling back that you were still in bed and asking if you were allowed to get up yet to which there was a resounding no from both girls.

you pulled yourself up to sit against the headboard and placed your phone down right in time for bella to come skidding into the room, and you melted seeing her struggling to carry a large bouquet of flowers which was easily over half the size of her.

"mummy! mummy! i got you flowers! happy valentines day!" bella beamed proudly, head popping out from behind the brightly coloured bunch as she offered them to you from where she bounced eagerly beside the bed.

"oh they're beautiful bell, thank you." you cooed happily accepting them as your daughter climbed up and into bed with you, throwing her arms around your neck in a bear hug as you hastily moved the flowers out of the way before they could be squashed between you both.

"you're beautiful! the most beautiful mummy in the world." your daughter sung out, squishing your cheeks together with a grin making you laugh. "well you're the most beautiful daughter in the world." you poked at her stomach and kissed her cheek with a loud mwah, ignoring her whines in response as you held onto her tightly.

"what is all over your face you grub?" you laughed grabbing her chin and turning her head side to side, evidence of some sort of chocolate snack smeared across her cheeks as you licked your thumb and wiped it off causing her to protest louder and try to wriggle away.

"someone couldn't wait until we got home to dig into breakfast." alessia hummed with an amused smile as she appeared in the doorway as bella gave a cheeky smile.

"yeah. the monster was hungry!" she patted her stomach as alessia rolled her eyes playfully and pulled a face. "yeah a little monster named isabella!" alessia accused taking a step inside.

"well big foot dropped your pancakes on the ground!" bella shot back pointing at your girlfriend who went bright red. "i did not!" alessia scoffed as bella gasped. "mummy she's lying! she dropped your pancakes and then she-" alessia cleared the room in three long strides, covering your daughters mouth with her hand.

"happy valentines day gorgeous." the blonde grinned, still a slight blush to her cheeks as bella squirmed and kicked trying to push her hand away, alessia leaning down to peck your lips a few times.

"don't you need to go get ready for school trouble?" you laughed as alessia removed her hand, quickly yanking it out of the danger zone as bellas teeth snapped and she huffed sitting up and crossing her arms.

"but its valentines day. i wanna stay here with you and mama! you won't be at school." the six year old pouted, collapsing on top of you in a hug as alessia leaned over to carefully pick up the bouquet of flowers, mumbling with another kiss she was going to go put them in some water.

"well i have fridays off and mama has training. it might be valentines day but its a friday which is a school day babe." you smiled sympathetically as bella groaned, trying to push her head up and inside your hoodie making you laugh.

"i think i'm sick." bella fake coughed still trying to climb inside your hoodie with you as you chuckled and gently tugged her out. "no you're not." you shook your head knowingly as again bella groaned, sounding an awful lot like alessia as she sighed.

"but remember you me and mama have special dinner plans tonight! and you get to see your dad because he's going to pick you up from school, and you can't do that if you don't go to school yeah?" you reminded running a hand through her mess of hair.

"daddy said he's buying me new football boots and we can get ice cream!" bella remembered, perking up suddenly with a wild grin. "exactly. plus you get to see all your friends, and you do art on friday right? you love fridays!" you poked her cheeks as she puffed them out and went cross eyed.

"didn't uncle gio warn you if you pull silly faces and the wind changes you get stuck like that." you teased as she stood up on the bed. "yeah but then uncle luca said uncle gio is just ugly and thats not the winds fault." bella shrugged causing you to chuckle, wincing as bella jumped down from the bed with a thud.

"it's ready!" you frowned hearing alessia call out, bella gasping and promptly grabbing your hand, trying to drag you out of bed and demanding you come with her right now.

doing just that you allowed yourself to be pulled out of bed and down the hall, bella ordering you to cover your eyes with your spare hand as you chuckled but obliged to her bossiness none the less.

"okay. open!" you removed your hand and felt your knees go weak at the sight before you, the living room and kitchen covered in rose petals and heart shaped confetti, alessia stood by the dining room table with an armful of roses and a bunch of heart shaped balloons in hand.

"happy valentines day!" both her and bella sung out in sync, high fiving as you looked around the room in awe. "when did you do all this?" you shook your head in disbelief, almost near tears at the incredibly sweet gesture.

"mama got up before the sun!" bella chimed in as your girlfriend gave you a soft smile and you cleared the gap between you. "i love you. its so perfect less, you're perfect." you mumbled against her lips, hands on her cheeks as alessia let go of the balloons which floated up to the roof, arm wrapping around your waist to draw you in closer.

"i love you, its what you deserve." the striker mumbled back, the two of you only breaking apart to the sound of gagging, bella pretending to throw up as alessias foot shot out and pushed her away.

"bella cover your eyes." alessia ordered, placing the roses on the table and drawing your body even closer into hers, both hands now resting on the small of your back as your laugh was swallowed by her lips latching onto yours.

"eww!" bella whined, and you heard her footsteps race off toward her bedroom yelling out that the pair of you were gross and kissing was gross. "good because you're not allowed to kiss anyone until you're forty!" you pulled away to yell after your daughter, now alessia the one to laugh.

"are these the floor pancakes then?" you teased with a nod down to the table where your breakfast was plated and waiting. "no!" your girlfriend protested, but before she could say anything else you cut her off with a kiss.

"here mummy!" you broke apart again as bella returned, arms piled high with alessia's presents you thought you hid well enough. "and where did you find these?" you accused as she arrived, very carefully putting them right at your girlfriends feet.

"where you hide the christmas presents." bella grinned cheekily, darting to hide behind alessia as you scoffed, making a mental note to apparently find a new hiding place.

"go get dressed for school, cheeky!" you warned pointing back to bella's room who huffed but stomped off none the less. "custom wrapping paper mm?" alessia smiled as you both took a seat at the table, her presents sat in front of her wrapped in brown paper which sure enough you'd spent hours decorating with lipstick marks.

"oh! not that one, lets maybe save that one until after bella goes to school." you quickly grabbed the first package she picked up and moved it out of reach, cheeks flushing red as alessia gave you a look, smirking to herself as she grabbed another one instead.

"what! how did you know about this? i didn't even say i wanted it." alessia gasped unwrapping the present to reveal a brand new watch you knew she'd had her eye on for awhile now.

"we share an ipad and you're terrible at closing tabs baby." you smiled, leaning across the table to kiss her. "wait but does that mean-" alessia was now the one to flush bright red as you grinned. "later." you patted the present you'd taken off her with a wink.

"i need help with my laces please!" bella yelled out from her room, alessia already up and on her feet before you could even blink. "eat your breakfast before it goes cold babe." the striker ordered softly, stealing a kiss with another thank you before racing off toward bellas room.

grabbing a fork and tugging the plate of pancakes closer you now realized were from your favorite cafe, and though now more cold than warm you were touched by the thoughtfulness as you took a bite, pausing for a moment with a frown as you swallowed.

"alessia is there gravel in my pancakes?" "see mummy i told you she dropped them!"

[forgottenfriendshiprpg]

[ she&her / Cis-Female ] {Isabelle}, who is an {original character} from {The Winx Club™} has just arrived to Canterlot Island. Her age is {twenty-four}-years-old, and she is enrolled at {Canterlot College}. She is {thoughtful, and empathetic}, but she is also {stubborn, and quiet}. Her memories are {partially forgotten}, and I keep mistaking her for {Isabella Ferreira}. Unfortunately, she will not be able to leave Canterlot Island, so I hope that she will adjust to living here. [Ella/29/she&her/P.S.T.]

Accepted !! Thank you so very much for bringing us Isabelle from The Winx Club™, Ella !! I can’t believe that Isabelle from The Winx Club™ is not Isabella Ferreira !! Isabella Ferreira is now taken x1 !! Welcome to Canterlot Island, Isabelle from The Winx Club™ !! You have arrived to Canterlot Island with all of your memories partially forgotten !! Ella, you will now have twenty-four hours to send in your blog via THIS link, and to let us know if you will be also using RPnow.net with the other members of this RPG for Isabelle from The Winx Club™, or we will have to re-open this character. Please also take a look at our Checklist, and please review our new Rules here for this RPG !! Thank you so very much for applying to our RPG, Ella !!

[agentem]

I have watched a couple interviews with our new Pope's two brothers. They both said he watched Conclave before the actual conclave. And this one said Isabella Rossellini's character inspired him to ask the women their opinion on the various Cardinals. And that made me cry for some reason.

But it also reminded me that you gotta talk to your family members about what they are allowed to say on the off chance I get famous for something. I don't want all the talk to be of what sportsball team I follow (one brother very upset news said he was a Cubs fan when he likes White Sox). Mostly because I don't. But still.

ETA: His niece had to call into work that she wasn't coming in because her uncle is the Pope. I don't think some employers would accept that excuse.

[heartofstanding]

more things I do for my anon askers: read Kathryn Warner's article about the adherents of the Earl of Kent's rebellion against the Mortimer-Isabella regime despite losing the will to live

the things I do for my anon askers: read the entirety of Ian Mortimer's article about Edward II's death or survival despite losing the will to live at several points