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[kathlare]

the boy is mine

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie is blindsided by swirling internet rumors involving Lando and a pair of familiar beachside troublemakers.

Wordcount: 3.5 k

Warnings: none

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August 27th, 2025 - Los Angeles, CA

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f1gossipgrid:🚨| Magui Corceiro and Pietra Pilão were spotted in Comporta this weekend enjoying the F1 break — and they weren’t alone. 👀 Sources say Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris were also seen with the girls, sparking major rumors online…

With Amelie Dayman currently in LA filming Euphoria, fans are speculating whether the Lanmelie ship has hit rough waters. Breakup? Trouble in paradise? Or is it all just a messy misunderstanding? 👀💔

Neither Lando nor Amelie have commented yet, but you already know the internet is in flames. Thoughts?

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lanmelie4lifers: don’t play w me rn i’m mentally unstable already → cryingoverlan: @lanmelie4lifers like it’s a SUNDAY??? let us breathe

mclanmelie: max being a professional wingman or professional problem 😭 → chaosfewtrell: @mclanmelie that man thrives in the drama don’t lie

amelieupdates: baby is in LA working 12hr days and y’all think lando’s out here cheating?? be serious 😐

paddockslutzz: lando if you fumbled amelie dayman, i fear for your well-being. the girlies WILL riot. → lanstans: @paddockslutzz riots?? girl i’m blowing up the papaya factory

notgonnaliebut: plot twist: pietra and magui are there for MAX and lando’s just third wheeling in misery → thirdwheelnorris: @notgonaliebut canon behavior tbh

dailyamelie: if lanmelie breaks up i’m suing quadrant, zak brown, and the FIA

softlanmelie: they probs just getting sun and Lando texting Amelie like “these girls annoying i miss you” → lanmeliekisses: @lanmeliekisses bet she hit him w the “lol ok” and left him on delivered 😭😭

screamingggirl: can’t lie… if she ends up writing a heartbreak album i’ll forgive him 😭 → ameliestansonly: @screamingggirl not the silver lining being new music i’m crying

daymansunshine: no bc if he fumbled AMELIE DAYMAN over MAGUI again??? jail. immediately.

f1slut69: not this man speedrunning 2023 drama again 💀💀 → maxssidehoe: @f1slut69 it’s always comporta. why is comporta the villain.

maddydiazcore: watch it be some group trip and y’all blowing it up 😭 → teamdayman: @maddydiazcore maybe but why is it always magui… LIKE… WHY IS SHE ALWAYS THERE???

pitwallproblems: lando if you’re bored just say that. don’t self-sabotage your hot famous girlfriend over beach girls in portugal 🙃

daymanxlandos: he better post her again soon bc we’re spiraling rn 😭 → lanmelietapes: @daymanxlandos someone check his location. someone check Max's too. someone call Amelie.

lanmelieupdates: until we hear from Amelie or Lando idc. i’m DELULU and in LOVE with them. → landoshelmetcam: @lanmelieupdates delusion is the only thing keeping me alive rn 😭🙏

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The sun was merciless in the midday sky, baking the Euphoria set under its usual Los Angeles blaze. Amelie squinted as she stepped out of the studio in a thick, oversized robe thrown over her outfit — which she was definitely not allowed to be seen in outside the soundstage — and the now-familiar brunette wig slightly askew on her head. She was starving, the fake bruises on her collarbone itching under the robe, her boots clunking awkwardly with every step as she beelined toward catering.

She had just reached for a plate when she heard a voice behind her.

—Finally,— Meredith muttered, walking briskly toward her with a phone in hand and a frantic look on her face. —Your phone is blowing up, Amelie. Like, thermonuclear. Twitter, texts, missed calls. It won’t stop vibrating, I thought it might combust.—

Amelie furrowed her brows, grabbing the phone. —What do you mean “blowing up”?— she asked, frowning, but before she could even unlock it a voice from behind the catering table interrupted her thoughts.

—Babe, what d’you want? We’ve got grilled chicken, pasta, that weird vegan curry thing you pretended to like last week...—

It was Joel, one of the PAs, balancing two trays and somehow still grinning despite looking like he hadn’t slept in forty-eight hours.

Amelie blinked at him, flustered, glancing down at her screen but quickly locking it again. —Uh... all of it? I’m starving.—

—Respect,— he nodded, piling her plate high. —You want a cookie too?—

—Is that even a question?—

With her phone still clutched tight in her left hand and a precariously loaded plate in the other, Amelie scanned the set for somewhere she could eat without being bombarded by crew, questions, or cameras. She finally spotted a shady, half-empty table near the back of the lot, shielded by a row of trailers.

She dropped into the chair with a soft groan, tossing her phone next to the plate and pulling off her boots with a wince. Benny would’ve curled up at her feet by now, she thought absently. She missed her cats. She missed Lando.

The thought had barely finished crossing her mind when a bottle of water dropped onto the table in front of her, followed by a familiar voice.

—Room for one more?—

Amelie looked up to see Sydney sliding into the chair across from her, sunglasses pushed up into her hair and an unreadable smile on her face.

—Sure,— Amelie said cautiously, already taking a bite of her pasta. —You’re brave sitting with me. This is probably a health hazard.—

Sydney laughed, pulling her salad closer. —I’ve smelled worse things on this set. Remember when Jacob tried to microwave fish?—

Amelie fake gagged. —Don’t remind me.—

They ate in a comfortable rhythm for a few minutes, swapping stories about the chaos of the morning’s scenes, both visibly relieved to be off their feet and away from the chaos of the cameras. But Amelie couldn’t ignore it; Sydney was fidgety. Like she wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

She took another bite of chicken when it finally came.

—So... where’s Lando right now?— Sydney asked casually, too casually.

Amelie froze mid-chew. —Uh... my place.—

Sydney tilted her head, picking at her lettuce. —So he’s here. In LA.—

—Yeah?— Amelie said slowly, eyes narrowing. —Why?—

Sydney let out a breath like she’d been holding it all morning. —Oh thank god.—

Amelie set her fork down. —What’s going on.—

Sydney didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she pulled out her phone and slid it across the table to her. The screen was open to a Instagram post.

@f1gossipgrid: 🚨 | Magui Corceiro and Pietra Pilão were spotted in Comporta this weekend enjoying the F1 break — and they weren’t alone. 👀 Sources say Max Fewtrell and Lando Norris were also seen with the girls, sparking major rumors online…

Amelie blinked. Once. Twice.

Then her fingers closed around her phone like a vice and unlocked it.

And yeah... there it was.

Her notifications were a war zone. Mentions exploding. Texts from Stella, from Alex, even her mum had tried calling. Fans in chaos. Paparazzi shots of Magui in a beach bar. A blurry profile that kind of looked like Lando.

With Amelie Dayman currently in LA filming Euphoria, fans are speculating whether the Lanmelie ship has hit rough waters. Breakup? Trouble in paradise? Or is it all just a messy misunderstanding? 👀💔 Neither Lando nor Amelie have commented yet, but you already know the internet is in flames.

Amelie stared at the screen, her stomach dropping despite the full plate in front of her.

—What the actual fuck,— she muttered under her breath.

Sydney reached over, gently squeezing her wrist. —I didn’t believe it. I just... you know how the internet is. But people are freaking out.—

Amelie sat back in her chair, heart pounding. He was at my place this morning. He made me coffee in his dumb boxers. He kissed my neck while I brushed my teeth.

She remembered the way he’d called her baby girl before slipping back into bed because he’d claimed the Euphoria call time was “criminal” and that actors deserved naps. The way he stole the last bite of her toast and pretended to dodge when she threw a grape at his head. That Lando Norris? The one in the blurry photo next to Magui fucking Corceiro?

—This is bullshit,— Amelie said aloud, a little too loudly.

Sydney raised her hands in surrender. —Hey, I’m on your side. But you know how it is. People see a grainy photo and they turn into Sherlock Holmes with Wi-Fi.—

Amelie groaned, dragging her hands down her face. Her chicken was going cold. —Why is it always Magui?—

—Wait, you guys have history?— Sydney’s eyes widened.

—They hooked up. A while ago. Before me,— Amelie said, voice flat, grabbing her water and chugging like it might drown the bile rising in her throat. —But still. The second the internet sees her near him, they act like I’m roadkill on the fucking track.—

Sydney winced. —Damn. I mean... do you wanna call him?—

Amelie didn’t answer right away. She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over his contact. Lan 🧡. His stupid little emoji. Her brain itched. She could hear Meredith in the distance, shouting about needing her back on set in ten.

She finally sighed and locked the phone, setting it face down on the table.

—No. I trust him. It just... sucks.—

Sydney nodded. —People suck.—

—Mm.—

A pause.

—Still mad though.—

Sydney smirked. —I’d be mad too. But also, like, your man is hot. It was bound to happen.—

Amelie rolled her eyes. —You’re not helping.—

Sydney leaned in, smirking like a cat who knew exactly which buttons to press. —Okay, okay, fine. I’ll stop playing devil’s advocate.— She paused dramatically, tapping her nails against her water bottle. —But if it were me? I’d post something. Not like a full-blown announcement, but just... enough.—

Amelie raised a brow. —Enough of what?—

—Enough to remind the world he’s not in Portugal or fucking Comporta or wherever the hell that is.— She scoffed. —He’s here. In your bed. Eating your toast.—

Amelie stared at her, a mix of exhaustion and disbelief tightening across her face. The tips of her fingers tingled with adrenaline and annoyance, and underneath the thick robe, her skin prickled with heat — but not from the LA sun.

—You’re saying I should just... post him? Like a lost cat flyer? “If found in Comporta, please return to LA”?—

Sydney laughed. —Bitch, I’m saying post a picture of him in your bed and caption it ‘found him’ and watch the internet combust.—

Amelie scoffed, shaking her head but not quite rejecting the idea. Her fingers were already inching toward her phone again. Her eyes flicked back to the chaos on Twitter. Mentions, memes, dramatic fan edits. A few edited crying montages with Wicked Game playing in the background. Jesus.

And yet.

He was here. In LA. In her house.

This morning, he was still half-asleep, arms tangled around her waist. She could still feel his stupid cologne on her neck.

He hadn’t even mentioned Portugal.

Her jaw clenched, thumb hovering over her camera roll now. Her gallery was a landmine of soft, sweet mornings. Him cooking half-burned pancakes shirtless. Him in her fuzzy pink robe, holding Björn like a hostage. Benny asleep on his chest. Him in her mirror, lifting her shirt to kiss the tiny scar on her rib.

This wasn’t a breakup. It wasn’t even a scandal. It was bullshit.

She clicked her tongue and scrolled down until she found the one.

She bit her lip, glanced up at Sydney, who was watching her like a hawk.

—Fuck it,— Amelie muttered.

She hit “Edit,” scrawled out the caption: “Definitely not in Comporta🧡”

She didn’t even tag him. She didn’t need to.

One last glance at Sydney — who was now visibly giddy — and she hit post.

The second it went live, she locked her phone, tossed it face-down, and grabbed her cookie.

—Now we wait,— she said around a mouthful of chocolate chip.

Sydney let out a long, impressed whistle. —That was bold. Subtle, but lethal. A classy decapitation.—

—Thank you. I try,— Amelie said, licking chocolate from her thumb.

Somewhere behind them, Meredith was shouting her name again.

Sydney stood, grabbing her water and nudging Amelie’s foot with hers. —Seriously, though. Fuck them. He’s yours.—

Amelie looked up, and this time, the corner of her mouth curled.

—Yeah,— she said, a new kind of steel in her voice. —He’s mine.—

And as she stood, boots forgotten under the table, robe billowing dramatically behind her, she felt it — the power, the control, the absolute clarity.

Let them talk. Let them guess. Let them burn.

Lando was hers. And she wasn’t sharing.

Not now. Not ever.

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f1gossipgrid:🚨| Amelie Dayman just shut the rumors DOWN 👀 The actress posted a cheeky Instagram story showing what looks very much like a shirtless Lando Norris in just a towel, casually drying his hair — with her bare leg also visible in the foreground.

The caption? “Definitely not in Comporta🧡” 😮‍💨

Fans are LOSING IT and so are we. Looks like Lanmelie is alive, thriving, and very much together.

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lanmelieupdates: SHE SAID “IM THE ONE IN HIS BED” AND THAT’S THATTT 🔥🔥🔥 → mclovr44: @lanmelieupdates magui babes blink twice if u need aloe for that burn 💀

charlescroissant: “definitely not in comporta🧡” is the new “i ain’t sorry” → gridgirlies: @charlescroissant beyoncé who?? it’s amelie’s internet now

ameliesera: she really said “clears throat… MINE.” 😭

drsforlanmelie: i just KNOW lando smiled seeing she posted that. man is obsessed → maxisinternalvoice: @drsforlanmelie obsessed. owned. SIMPIFIED. and happy about it

padockdrama: magui somewhere throwing her phone into the atlantic rn 😭

daymangfclub: her leg. his towel. the audacity. the peace it brought me. → lanodaddy: @daymangfclub this post cured my skin and made my grades better

ameliecore: she’s booked, brunette, in bed with Lando… the woman is in her villain arc and i support her → lanmeliesupremacy: @ameliecore exactly like she’s not even fighting rumors, she’s flexing 🫡

maxgotcaught: SHE POSTED THAT FROM THE BED. IN. THE. BED. AMELIE I OWE YOU MY LIFE

daymansrevenge: she posted ONE LEG and ENDED a whole rumor mill. powerful. → gridgirlie: @daymansrevenge the way she didn't tag him or anything and we ALL knew. queen of PR and passive aggression 💅

notamaddystan: the fact that lando pulled Amelie Dayman after MAGUI… that man’s PR arc is INSANE → snlamez: @notamaddystan it’s called growth babe

lanmelieupdates: we should’ve known he wasn’t in Comporta. man’s too whipped to leave her for more than 3 seconds

chaoticf1gf: “definitely not in Comporta🧡” is CRAZYYYY that’s her version of a diss track 😭 → landosgfirl: @chaoticf1gf she’s so passive aggressive i love her sm

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The house was quiet except for the faint hum of the stove and the low jazz playing from the speaker in the corner — something old, crackling, and French. Amelie moved slowly around the kitchen, barefoot and in an oversized band tee of Lando’s, her hair twisted up with a pencil. A half-sliced zucchini sat forgotten on the cutting board as she stirred the pot of tomato sauce in front of her.

She wasn’t mad. Not really.

But her chest still felt tight.

Her phone was abandoned on the marble counter, face down, like it might bite her. She hadn’t opened Twitter again since the post — “Definitely not in Comporta🧡” — blew up. It had done its job. People stopped panicking. Her mentions calmed a little. Still, the ache lingered. That kind of ache that made her feel stupid for even being bothered by it in the first place. The ache of being dragged through some imagined breakup when she’d literally had her head on Lando’s chest twelve hours ago.

She tasted the sauce absently, adding a pinch more salt, when the door creaked open behind her.

Keys dropped into the dish near the entry.

Then: footsteps.

She didn’t turn. Just stirred.

Arms wrapped around her waist from behind, warm and familiar, and the scent of his cologne — the one she always stole — settled into her skin like second nature. She let out a soft breath as Lando buried his face in the crook of her neck and kissed it gently.

—Hi, baby,— he mumbled, voice scratchy from the long day. —Missed you like crazy.—

Amelie let her hand rest on his forearm. —Hey,— she said softly, but didn’t lean back like she usually did. Didn’t melt into him completely.

Lando stilled for a beat.

His nose brushed against the shell of her ear. —You okay?—

She hesitated.

Then gave the smallest nod. —Yeah. Just tired.—

But that wasn’t it. He knew her too well.

He gently turned her toward him, hands on her hips. Her face was soft, makeup wiped away, cheeks a little pink from the heat of the kitchen. She looked like home. But her eyes didn’t hold the usual spark when she smiled.

Lando’s brows furrowed. He cupped her face, thumb brushing along her cheekbone.

—Talk to me,— he said quietly. —What’s going on?—

Amelie shook her head, but he could see the flicker of something behind her eyes. Not anger. Not sadness, exactly. Just… off.

—It’s dumb,— she murmured.

—It’s not dumb if it’s making you feel like this.—

She bit the inside of her cheek. The sauce simmered behind her, momentarily forgotten. She looked up at him then, finally, and sighed.

—It’s just… people online. That stupid photo. Magui. The rumors. I know it’s not true, Lando. I know that. But it still felt like… like the world was trying to rewrite what we have. Like none of it mattered.—

His jaw tightened immediately. He stepped back, not away from her, but just enough to run both hands through his hair with a sharp breath.

—You’ve got to be kidding me. What the fuck is wrong with people?— His voice was low but laced with fury. —I’ve been in sponsor meetings since seven in the goddamn morning, and meanwhile the internet’s out here making up fairytales? That I’m... what? Cheating on you? In Portugal?—

She flinched slightly at the word.

Lando noticed, and his expression immediately softened. He stepped close again, gripping the edge of the counter behind her so she was boxed in gently between his arms.

—No. No, don’t go quiet on me now,— he said, voice quieter, but firmer. —Amelie, I need you to hear me, okay? I don’t care how blurry that photo was or how dramatic people want to get. You were the only thing on my mind all day. I kept thinking, “just get home.” Because this... you... you’re it for me.—

Her throat bobbed.

—You didn’t even check your phone?—

He shook his head. —Didn’t want to. Not until I was here. With you.—

Her eyes dropped to his chest, to the soft material of his hoodie and the slight crease where his chain hung beneath it. Her voice was barely a whisper.

—It just messed with me. Not because I believed it, but because suddenly I was watching strangers pick apart our relationship like it’s a puzzle they get to solve.—

Lando exhaled hard through his nose, nostrils flaring.

—Well they don’t. They don’t get to touch this. They don’t know what this is. They didn’t see you curled up in my arms last night. They don’t hear the way you laugh when you’re half-asleep or see you dancing around the living room in my socks. I don’t give a fuck what they think they saw. I can’t even imagine my life without you, Amelie. You’re it. You’re the whole fucking thing.—

She let out a shaky breath. Her hands were now pressed lightly against his chest, grounding herself.

And then, just like that, the tension broke.

Lando leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then her nose, then her cheek. He didn’t stop. He kissed down her jaw, the curve of her shoulder, the inside of her wrist where her pulse fluttered. She giggled — soft, breathy — as he continued his assault of affection, peppering kisses across her arms like he could glue her back together with them.

He reached behind her and gently lifted her onto the kitchen bar. She sat perched on the cool marble, legs dangling until he stepped between them, his hands resting on her thighs.

—Don’t ever feel like you have to question what we have,— he murmured against her collarbone. —I love you. More than I thought I could love anyone. I’m all in. And nothing, nothing those people say changes that.—

Her arms wrapped around his neck now, drawing him closer. His forehead rested against hers.

—You’re so dramatic,— she whispered, voice teasing but tender.

—Takes one to know one,— he murmured back, and kissed the corner of her mouth.

They stayed like that for a while, the sauce bubbling gently in the background, the jazz still crackling from the speaker.

Finally, Lando tilted his head slightly, brushing her hair back behind her ear.

—Miami GP’s coming up soon. It’s gonna be chaos, media, events, the works. But after that... what do you say we take a trip? Just you and me. No work. No noise. Just... escape.—

Amelie blinked, surprised.

—Where?—

He smiled. —Wherever you want. You pick. Beach, mountains, a tiny island in the middle of nowhere. I’ll book the flights and pack the bags.—

She looked at him for a long moment, heart warm, stomach still fluttering with the last echoes of doubt dissolving.

Then she leaned in and kissed him fully, slowly, fingers threading into his curls.

—Okay,— she whispered. —Just us.—

Lando grinned against her lips.

—Just us,— he echoed.

And for the first time all day, her chest didn’t ache.

[krismations]

I think I only watched the ep 1 dub but I might as well finish it now :/

Finally watching the Filipino dub for TADC ep 4

[sora-the-air-wubbox]

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH~!

I FOUND THIS ON PIN

ITS SOMETHING FOR A BATHROOM IG??

edit; YALL FUCKING CHILL 😭🤚

edit2: YALL THIS IS GONNA GET 300 NOTES STAP IT AND STAP BLOWIN' UP MY NOTIFI- 💀🤚

edit3: YALL- DONBGVJOEBVHIFBVSFD-

edit4: yall- YALL ARE FVCKING SIMPS FR

[verycharismaticdragon]

please help dianxia, he doesnt have the money for voter fraud....

>> vote for Hua Cheng here <<

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EDIT4: Hua Cheng's new poll is up! The link above now directs there! Additionally, he's currently in the competition for the title of best leader here.

[clueless-romantics]

best hazbin character?

edit: surprised Alastor isn't winning tbh

edit2: guys we need to spread this because I'm genuinely curious of what's gonna happen

edit3: LETS GO HUSK!!!

edit4: WHY DOES EVERYONE HATE CHERRI??

edit5: guys should I do a helluva one

edit6: HE WON LETS GO

[marblezartstudio]

I've made a horribly edited meme

also TAKE SOME MORE MEMES BECAUSE THIS IS ALL I HAVE IN LIFE ATM

Edit1: why are people liking this-

Edit2: OK STAP, WHY ARE YALL STILL GOING?! Which meme is causing this to blow up?

I am C O N F U S L E D

Edit3: JESUS CHRIST YALL ITS BEEN MONTHS

Edit4: OH MY WORD YALL, WE ARE GOING ON A YEAR WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO FORGET THIS EXISTS

[ghostingkai]

Guidebook spoilers? Idk, I’m gonna treat it as spoilers for now lmao (Okay, I’m done editing this post. There is still a LOT of material I haven’t even touched yet, but I’ll make a new post if I need to scream about it later. I gotta take a break now lol)

MIKUNI RESPECTS/ADMIRES HIS GRANDFATHER

I KNEW IT

I LOVE YOU MIKUNIIIIII

EDIT1: He dreams of giving a best man speech at Shuhei’s wedding, god I love him I LOVE HIM

EDIT2: Damn, looking at Mikuni’s parameters, he really took a hit after getting the finger wagged at him… how on earth did he lose two mental points? LOL I guess working with Tsurugi will do that to ya

EDIT3: Oh my god Mikado has a birthday finally OH AND AN AGE CONFIRMATION (he’s 51, then post-time skip he’s 52)

EDIT4: Mikado and Mikuni both respecting Mikage is really cute…

EDIT5: Oh no, not Kiriko’s birthday being so close to Misono’s birthday ;u; Oh no my heart

EDIT6: OH NO NOT KIRIKO’S DREAM BEING “To cry at my son’s wedding” NO PLEASE STOP—

EDIT7: WHy… WHY… WHY would you confirm that Tsurugi’s phonecall at the end of the series is not a call with Mahiru, but refuse to say who it really was?! WHYYYY

EDIT8: LMAOOOO Touma’s favorite animal being “anything but hamsters”

There’s an interesting tidbit in here about Touma, Yoshimasa, and Shuhei. During the battle with Tsubaki when Touma was 19, Touma was gravely injured, and as a result, he used his invisibility technique to try and hide all of them from Tsubaki’s sight. He encouraged Yoshimasa to retreat, insisting they could lose one agent if it meant keeping others alive. When Shamrock killed Yoshimasa in retaliation, Touma felt responsible for his death because of his decision to retreat, and that’s part of why he ended up promoting Shuhei to his third in command.

I know that Touma has emotions, but we honestly didn’t get to see them show through a whole lot, they were mostly implied here and there. I would love to see Touma, Iori and Tooru’s early days, honestly…

EDIT9: STOP STOP STOP, YUMIKAGE ADMIRES IORI???? I”M GONNA THROW UP I—

EDIT10: ALL OF THE TSUKIMITSU CHILDREN WERE VOTED “MOST BEAUTIFUL” IN HIGH SCHOOL. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for that useless but completely life changing fact.

EDIT11: Junichiro was on the combat team with Tooru for a time, and apparently was really fond of him. That’s so adorable 😭

EDIT12: Oh god, Tooru’s “thing I’d like to try one day” answer is “I’d like to learn how my sister and Touma met” BRO. NO. There are some doors you just keep shut forever.

EDIT13: Akira was 33 at the time of her death, fwiw

EDIT14: Guys, help me, I just got to Iori’s profile… wish me luck

EDIT15: IORI CONFIRMED TO HAVE BEEN MARRIED AT 31 THROUGH AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE. They divorced within a year. Iori says he discovered the only thing in life he has no talent for is being a family man. Y’ALL I”M I’m just fucking dead. I’m gone. Deceased.

EDIT16: Iori dreams of one day living on a deserted island (but specifically notes he only wants to try it for a little while)… I love him. I love him I love him I LOVE HIM—

EDIT17: Iori being confirmed as not very physically strong means everything to me

EDIT18: Iori refers to Miyako as his little brother (sister) in his family list, which I think is cute. He also lists his hamsters as family, which is just freaking adorable. I love him so much.

EDIT19: Iori’s favorite hobby is “coming up with nicknames for people in my head.” I LOVE HIM SO MUCH.

EDIT20: He buys a lot of oden at the grocery store… his daily routine is “hamster care”… his favorite place in the world is the balcony of his apartment… I love him so much 😭

EDIT21: MIYAKO!!

“Who do you respect/admire?”

Miyako: My big brother (sort of)

NO, PLEASE, that’s exactly what I thought she would say to something like that I’m sobbing

She is the chief C3 manager of the information network.

She was in the kendo club in high school! Also, she apparently outpaces Iori in a lot of ways omg.

Strength: 8/10

Tactics: 7/10

Mental: 8/10

Speed: 8/10

(And Beauty ofc was 10/10 lol)

Meanwhile, her cooperative score was lower than Iori’s, hers was only 4/10 (Iori was 6/10)

Miyako dreams of one day getting to discuss beauty and makeup amongst three generations of mothers and daughters… she wants to have a child to talk beauty with 😭 I’m not crying, YOU’RE crying

Miyako got to wear a wedding dress, and Kei got to wear a tux on their wedding day, and they were both very happy about it. Oh my god I just… this guidebook has given me purpose in life again.

Also, Miyako’s most purchased convenience store item being “energy drinks” lmao

It also sounds like Miyako, like Yumi, rides motorcycles. I love them so much.

EDIT22: Shirayuki is 62 (63 post-finale.) That means she had Iori when she was about 26, Miyako when she was about 28, and Yumi when she was about 36. Which isn’t relevant to anything unless you’re like me and you write about their family nonstop and all of this info is so freaking invaluable, you have no idea.

-When Gear came to Tokyo 40 years earlier to look for Kuro, Shirayuki ended up battling Gear during one of his rampages. After their battle, the two apparently ended up respecting one another. Her dream is to get to battle Gear again someday lmao

-Her worst subject is home economics, and it says her favorite food is “ozoni cooked by [her husband.]” Coupled with a few other answers, I’m going to say it’s likely her husband was the one taking care of the home and the kids when they were younger, which I always had as my headcanon and I love that for them. Shirayuki has a “family love” skill of 8/10, but also she’s apparently obsessed with battling, and she was probably very busy as the C3 president of the Tokyo branch, so she probably didn’t get to see the kids as much until they were able to go to work with her. At least, that’s my own little brainchild thought~

-No sign of Tsukimitsu dad’s name yet. That’s frustrating lmao.

-Also, I just want to point out that even Shirayuki is stronger physically than Iori. Lol.

-SHIRAYUKI’S FAVORITE CONVENIENCE STORE ITEM TO BUY IS CUP RAMEN, BUT SHE ONLY DOES IT IN SECRET. Is it because she doesn’t want her kids to see her eating bad foods after she spent all day telling them to be healthy? Or is it specifically because Iori can’t have ramen while he’s recovering, and she doesn’t want to rub it in his face? Either way, I think it’s hilarious that she has a lot of the personality traits she specifically tries to steer the children away from fjfjflkdsl

-I like how her favorite hobby is to watch wrestling. Also, her favorite quote being “survival of the fittest” is so funny to me. She enjoys being viewed as “strong” too.

EDIT23: Sigurd is 41 (42 post-finale.) I envisioned him being around that age — just slightly older than Iori — so I like that.

-Sigurd’s favorite hobby is golf. I don’t know why I find that so funny, but I do. I thought for sure shooting would be his hobby, but it was listed under favorite subjects instead.

-HE HAS A WIFE??? And a sister apparently… BUT A WIFE? Someone can actually stand being around him, but not Iori? Lmfao

-But it’s really cute how his favorite day-off activity is to go jogging with their dog… adorable.

-Gear threatened to kick the crap out of Sigurd for using Tsurugi as a pawn, but Sigurd apparently bought his way out of trouble by gifting Gear and Yotarou tons of sweets and tea lol

EDIT24: Gear confirmed to be over 1000 years old, but apparently it’s unclear his exact age. He lists his family as “Yotarou, plus all the other grandchildren (self-proclaimed)” lol. Omg and he dreams of writing a bestselling novel, so cute.

-Yotarou made Abel, and it was confiscated by C3 at some point, which is how she then made her way into Mikado’s hands. I can’t remember if that was ever explicitly stated, even though that’s kind of what we figured.

-Oh my god… Gear worried about Yotarou being around him, so one day, he just returned to London without saying anything. Yotarou was devastated, and once he was old enough, he used his knowledge of Gear to track him to London and just showed up on his doorstep, and that’s when they began living together. Oh my god that’s so cute???

-There is a whole section dedicated to profiles for the characters (or at least a handful of characters) during Mikuni’s mirror world universe. Very interesting.

-Tanaka explains that Mahiru learned his “simple” thinking from his uncle, but since Tooru learned it from his big sister — Touma Mahiru was able to learn the “simply” mindset from his mother in that universe.

-Okay there’s a lot to unpack about the mirror world, but there’s one note from Tanaka about Mikuni, Touma and Iori that pretty much confirms what we already suspected. Mikuni and Iori are apparently not far apart in terms of logic skills, but Mikuni’s slip up was assuming that Touma and Iori shared habits similar to his own. Namely, not being able to rely on others to get results. She specifically says that Mikuni believed Iori couldn’t stop him by himself (which was true,) but he also assumed Iori wouldn’t rely on the others for their assistance. So when Touma and Sigurd helped Iori with his plan, Mikuni wasn’t expecting it.

-LOL HOKAZE IS 38 IN THE MIRROR WORLD. She is about 15 years older than Mikuni. I mean, we already knew she was much older, but I love that for him.

-Oh my god, okay, here’s a note from Tanaka about the mirror world: She says she wanted to have time to depict a scene where Tsurugi/Noah is a mix of the two, but then when Tsurugi sees Touma happy and smiling with his family, he begins to think to himself, “Maybe the world really is better without me in it,” and that’s when Tsurugi gets suppressed fully by Noah, until the real Touma shows up to pull Tsurugi back. I would have loved to see that, and it would have made Tsurugi’s transformation into Noah feel more fluid honestly.

-Nico died at 27, because World End never made a contract with him and wasn’t there to rescue him.

[lcgacyofages]

can we discuss how Lucanis has like one inch heels on his boots ooorrrr...

Anyway, I don't know if Neve has some sort of heel to her boots to offset her prosthetic but she is like 5'8"/5'9"

and Lucanis, if we remove his heels on his boots, is around 5'7"

Edit: Davrin is around 5'10" Edit 2: Bellara is around 5'7"/5'8" Edit 3: Emmrich is 6'3"/6'4" Edit4: Taash seems to be around 6'9"

[gravityfalls4life]

Welcome to the Gravity Fallz official blog, ya beauty ppl!

eugh.. Mabel do I have to? *camera pans to Dipper*

Uh- As the employees of the best gift shop.. shop.., we've.. uh.. spread to- uh- Tumbuler! Tumblrer? Tumblarr... Who named thi-

Ask us something, anything, fuck it, TELL US something! Go nuts!

Yo, dipstick, why d'ya look like that in the background?

UH- SOOS YOU'RE UP-

Nice! I'm da handyman o'er here! Dude, you done with those snacks?

Soos, you need to lose some weight. Over at the Mystery Shack, we bring the Fun, in No Refunds!

What is this? The internet? I'll just stick to my books, thank you.

WHY DO MABEL AND WENDY GET THE GOOD PICS??

It might take a while, but we'll reply one day... Until then... Stay cool!

-Mystery Shack

TW: Occasional swearing ig and S p o i l e r

btw I will NOT answer asks about Palestine!

OP NOTEE: This is a RP blog HEAVILY inspired by the Hazbin Hotel rp blog made by the-grand-av3. I heavily recommend having a look at their blog!! (if you know the lore of hazbin hotel that is). Ask us questions, and we'll respond, color indicating character. Color coding below! Feel free to tell us or show us anything too!

Characters available:

Mabel, Dipper, Wendy, Soos, Stan, Ford, Tambry, Candy, Grenda, BILL CIPHER THE BEST DORITO EVER, Pacifica, Gideon

If you'd like to get a message from only ONE of us, before your ask, type in

[Private message to <character>]:

Otherwise, if you just go:

"Hey <character>! <Ask>?", more than likely, you'll get more than that character responding.

You may include as many links as you'd like in your asks, whether this be copy and paste or hyperlink! PLEASE don't share actual p0rn, g0re, or something potentially triggering.

You may call me mod, Ominous Voice (OV for short), or GF4L or literally anything else (I'm actually curious as to what you'd come up with lol) Pronouns are vae/eed ^^

Thank you, and enjoy our blog! :)

(why am I saying our? I'm one person lmao)

EDIT: I FORGOT TO ADD THAT I AM A MINOR. I'M UNDER 18 OKAY BYE-

Edit2: because I'm feeling gay I shall add my flags heh

Byebye

Edit3:

Man I like the Nonbinary woman flag but I feel like I'm a Paragirl more

Oh well guess im genderfluid, asexual, lesbian, and paragirl hngnnhnnnnng

Edit4: Ok so I'm a Lesbian, Genderfluid, Asexual, Nonbinary, Offgirl, Xirl, Nonbinary Woman who uses Neopronouns.

For fucks sake

[chimericchaos]

Ok sorry but

I found this boy on youtube shorts

He knows trigonometry (9)

Oouuooouuugh

Edit: HE CAN RAP EMINEM HHUAAA

Edit2: the way he lifts his legs when he bounces on the bed LORD HELP ME

Edit3: He made a rant video and... mmm... talk angry to me like that

Edit4: "my sanity" lmao "are you stupid?" "Yes, I am" actually kinda iconic (but at least pretend to be interested in what he's saying jesus)

Me going through emotions rn:

[mijikai12]

BIENVENIDOS!!!!

hola chicos!! this is my main blog and this pinned post is also a more updated and simpler than the og!!

warning: LONG POST ⚠️⚠️⚠️

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Ask(1): @just-ask-finn

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MusicBased: @cheryap

where you can also find me ->

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details ->

i am a minor (13) and my birthday is March 2nd! 🎂

i am a aromantic lesbian

i have adhd and some autism

im an extrovert mainly around people i know. but i am literally forcing myself to interact with people (i swear it actually works omfg)

i go by Kayla

i love talking to people here.

i joined i think in september or october.

i play flute, piano, and a bit of recorder

my favorite colors are 💚🖤🤍❤️

i like weirdcore

im a big adventure time fan

im open for asks

im in seventh grade

i like to draw, animate, make music, and write!

she/them/green

im a Pieces

i'm hispanic

i speak english + spanish

MAIN OC'S!!!!!!:

Mijikai Tsocka(mascot): she is a bunny hybrid bc of course. i gues she was tested on or something, i havent quite figured her lore yet. she's a she/them 16 lesbian female.

Sarahnah Dandila(princess): She's fucking annoying anyways; she is a she/her 23 straight female. She's princess of whatever idk i dont have a name for the kingdom yet. (most parent standard hehe)

Mattie Sercel: He's a he/it 21 bisexual trans (least parent standard haha) he's in college and majors in 3D art and animation.

okay! i really hope you enjoy my blog!! i cant wait to meet yall and to get into situations id rather die than be in!! 😊

edits below:

edit1: guys i made a Neobook account!! i dont know what shit to do there so it might be empty for a while.

edit2: im trying to make an ao3 account. i should be on by 1/30

edit3: i know ive already said this but my reblogs are slowly being deleted. so my art posts will go to Yoki while normal text/memes/etc posts will go here (≧∇≦)

edit4: i lied in that last edit. anyways, i am gonna make an insta soon (maybe tonight) and i might make a Pinterest account! 😆

edit5: I MADE AN INSTAAAA

edit6: i have a twitter if you didnt notice

edit7: AO3 DOESNT LIKE MEEE

edit8: i have a gf omggg i'll be posting a lot about it at @kayventa

edit9: yeah ao3 does NOT like me wow. anyways, so springbreaks coming up soon. i'll post about this on thursday or friday ✌🏽

edit10: ive had an c.ai account for months ive posted about it idk if yallve seen it yet 😒

edit11: i found out a few days ago that when ao3 said i'd be on by 1/30, they didnt mean 1/30/24, they meant 1/30/25. wtf

[kathlare]

plans in the quiet

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie experiences a difficult night with lingering nightmares, and in search of comfort, she unexpectedly seeks out Lando instead of Charles.

Wordcount: 2.8 k

Warnings: none

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July 16th, 2020 - Mogyoród, Hungary

The hotel room was dark, save for the faint glow of the streetlights outside bleeding in through the edge of the blackout curtains. The kind of dark that pressed against your chest, that made you hyper-aware of your own heartbeat. The kind Amelie hated.

She shot upright in bed, breath ragged, chest tight, shirt clinging to her skin with sweat. Her hair stuck to her neck, curls damp, and her throat burned like she’d screamed—though she didn’t remember if she had. Just flashes. A hallway. Silence too loud. Cam’s face. His hand slipping from hers. That gut-wrenching weight of too late.

She pressed the heels of her palms to her eyes, breathing in hard through her nose, out through her mouth. Ground yourself. Five things you can feel. Her sheets. The cotton of her sleep shirt. The corner of the pillow. The cool tile under her toes when she swung her legs out of bed.

Charles. That was her usual escape hatch. Safe. Familiar. He never asked questions when she showed up in the middle of the night. Just handed her a hoodie and let her crash on the couch until her breathing evened out. Until she remembered she was okay.

She padded through the hallway barefoot, arms wrapped around herself. The hotel was quiet. Everyone was asleep or pretending to be, saving energy for practice day tomorrow. Her fingers hovered near Charles’ door before she knocked.

Only—she didn’t.

She knocked on the one next to it.

And the second it opened, she realized.

—Mierda,— she whispered, stepping back.

Lando blinked at her, hair a mess, shirtless, just boxers and sleepy confusion on his face.

—Amelie? What’s wrong?—

She didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

The look on her face must’ve said enough.

—Fuck. Come in,— he said immediately, stepping back.

She hesitated, hugging herself tighter. She shouldn’t. It wasn’t Charles. It wasn’t the usual plan. But her knees were still weak and her skin still crawling, so she stepped inside.

Lando shut the door behind her gently, like any sudden sound might break her.

—You okay?— he asked, voice low, careful. His eyes tracked her movements as she sat down on the edge of his bed, trying to catch her breath.

She didn’t answer for a while. Just stared at the carpet like it had answers.

—Nightmare,— she finally muttered.

Lando sat beside her, close but not touching. —Want to talk about it?—

She shook her head.

He nodded like he expected that. Like he already knew her tells.

—Okay. Do you want me to just sit here then? Or... I don’t know. Get you water or something?—

Amelie let out a breath that might’ve been a laugh. —You can sit.—

They stayed quiet for a while. Lando leaned back on his hands. She tucked her knees up and rested her chin on them.

Then, quietly—almost like it slipped out before she could second guess it—she said,

—I usually go to Charles’.—

—Yeah, I figured.—

—Didn’t realize this was your room until you opened it.—

—Good thing I’m your second-favorite man.—

She cracked a small smile, finally looking at him. He grinned like it was a personal victory.

—I...— she hesitated. —I hate when I see him. In my dreams. It’s not even always bad. Sometimes it’s... just his voice. Just his laugh. But it feels so fucking real, Lando.—

Lando didn’t say anything. Just watched her.

—And then I wake up and I remember he’s dead.— Her voice cracked slightly. —Again. Every fucking time. Like it’s new. Like I forgot.—

His jaw clenched. He reached out slowly, fingers brushing her knuckles.

—You shouldn’t have to go through that alone.—

She looked at their hands, at the warmth there, and something soft shifted in her chest.

—Yeah, well,— she said, voice hoarse. —I’m kind of good at doing things alone.—

—Still doesn’t mean you should have to.—

Lando’s voice was steady, quiet. A contrast to the ache in her chest. He rubbed his thumb gently over her hand, and the motion grounded her in a way nothing else had tonight. Not even the hotel’s silence. Not even the weight of the routine.

For a long beat, they just sat there. Amelie’s breathing slowed. Lando didn’t let go.

—Do you get them often?— he asked eventually, softer now.

She swallowed, and nodded.

—Not every night. But... enough. I got better. But some nights... like this...—

She didn’t finish the sentence. Didn’t have to. He got it. Or at least, he tried to.

—Have you told anyone?— Lando asked after a pause, quiet like he didn’t want to scare her away.

Amelie gave a small shake of her head. —Just Charles. Sometimes Alex. They don’t say anything. Just let me crash until I can breathe again.—

He nodded again, eyes still on her like she was a puzzle he was trying to solve without forcing the pieces.

Then he stood. She blinked up at him, heart tripping over itself for half a second. But he just grabbed the spare hotel robe draped over the armchair, the one she'd seen him wear to breakfast earlier that week, and handed it to her.

—Here. You’re shaking.—

She hesitated before slipping it on. It smelled like his cologne—clean, warm, a little citrusy—and it hit her like a punch to the gut. Her chest tightened all over again, but not in the way it had when she’d woken up.

This felt like comfort. Like safety.

Lando dropped down beside her again, not quite touching but close enough that she could feel the heat of him.

—You wanna try sleeping again? Or maybe walk a bit?— he offered, like she could pick the shape of her comfort and he’d adapt.

She rubbed at her eyes. —I dunno if I can fall back asleep.—

He nodded, then tilted his head, nudging her with his shoulder gently. —What if I promised to keep the nightmares away? You know, knight-in-shining-hoodie style?—

She huffed, the corner of her mouth twitching up. —You’re so dumb.—

—Dumb but charming,— he countered with a grin, clearly relieved to have made her smile again.

She exhaled through her nose, glanced down at her bare legs tucked up against her chest, then back at him.

—Come to Hawaii with me.—

Lando blinked. —What?—

���Next week. I’m filming. It’s a chill thing, just a few interviews and photoshoots. But we have time off before then. There’s an empty guest house. Beach. No people. Just... quiet. You could use a break from everything anyway.—

His heart thudded hard, like it didn’t understand she might’ve just said it to be nice.

—Just me?— he asked, trying not to sound too eager.

Amelie looked at him, her expression unreadable in the dim light. —Yeah. Just you. Unless you think it’d be boring.—

He swallowed, hard. —No. No, I... I’d like that. A lot.—

Something flickered behind her eyes. She looked down at their hands again, still half tangled from earlier, then let her head drop against his shoulder.

—Cool,— she mumbled. —It’s settled then.—

They sat like that for a while, silence folding over them again. His shoulder against her temple. Her breathing finally slow and steady. It felt... right.

After a bit, she shifted, rubbing at her eyes.

—I should go back to my room.—

—You don’t have to,— Lando said quickly. —I mean... if you want to stay. The bed’s huge. You can take all the pillows. I’ll just stay on my side and keep the nightmares away, yeah?—

She paused, then looked at him with a slightly raised brow. —You sure?—

—You kidding? I’d probably sleep better knowing you’re not alone,— he said, trying to keep it casual even though his heart was now doing full laps in his chest.

She chewed her bottom lip for a second before finally nodding.

—Okay. But if you snore, I’m leaving.—

—Harsh.—

She stood, pulling back the sheets as he flicked off the bedside lamp. It was dark now, save for the dull amber of the hallway light sneaking in through the crack beneath the door.

Lando slid in on one side, staying true to his word and keeping to his half. Amelie climbed in on the other, curling onto her side facing him. The silence that settled between them this time wasn’t tense or heavy.

It was comfortable.

—Hey, Lando,— she whispered after a few minutes.

—Yeah?—

—Thanks.—

He turned his head to look at her in the dark. —Anytime, Ames.—

She didn’t say anything else. But when her fingers reached out under the covers and found his, lacing them slowly, Lando didn’t let go.

She fell asleep like that. No nightmares. No cold sweats. Just steady breathing and the quiet rise and fall of his chest beside her.

And Lando?

He didn’t sleep for a while. Not because he wasn’t tired, but because something in his chest was buzzing—hopeful and soft and terrifyingly tender.

She invited him.

Only him.

And for the first time, it felt like maybe—just maybe—he wasn’t imagining this thing between them after all.

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daymanation: ✨ SHE’S HERE ✨ Amelie has officially touched down in the paddock for the Hungarian GP and somehow made pit lane look like a runway?? This is NOT a drill. Miss Dayman, the grid missed you 🏁🇭🇺

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gridgirlie44: her showing up at hungary is a cultural reset idc → maxvercursed: @gridgirlie44 the grid needed their good luck charm back and she DELIVERED

lanmelieproof: every time she shows up he drives like he’s in a disney movie. the science is there. → f1sluttycorner: @lanmelieproof you’re telling me that’s just friends energy??? be fr

sunnyforlan: she really brought the sunshine with her bc lando looks extra smiley today 😭☀️ → carlossmooch: @carlossmooch that boy has ONE brain cell and it spells "Amelie"

stella4life: just found out she’s in the paddock and suddenly my skin is clear and my crops are thriving → checofan3000: @stella4life hungary has been healed. thank u miss dayman 🙏

daymangf: i just know lando’s in the garage sweating for reasons unrelated to the weather ��� ameliewardrobe: @daymangf like sir focus on tire temps not heart rates

paddockpeach: someone check if lando’s smile got bigger the moment she arrived → carlossmoothie: @paddockpeach bet he was like “oh she’s here? no i didn’t notice” while texting her from inside the helmet 💀

softlaunchdetective: she walked past the mclaren garage and lando tripped over a cable i’m calling it rn → lanmeliepropaganda: @softlaunchdetective the hold she has on him is federal at this point

amelieangelcore: she’s been in the paddock for 5 mins and already has 6 ship edits and 3 slowmo tiktoks → lanlanfan03: @amelieangelcore not to be delulu but the lanmelie brainrot is BACK

quadrawhore: i know Lando’s in McLaren debrief rn texting her like “u looked cute today 🧡😳” → f1tea.spill: @quadrawhore and she’s replying like “just today?” she’s EVIL 😭😭

charleslemonade: justice for the security guy who almost dropped his walkie when she smiled at him → f1.sluttycorner: @charleslemonade he saw God for a sec

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The McLaren hospitality suite was unusually quiet for a race weekend. The sun had barely crested over the paddock, casting long shadows over the sleek motorhomes and glinting off polished carbon fiber. Inside, the smell of espresso mingled with fresh croissants and fruit.

Amelie sat at a small table near the window, her legs tucked beneath her and one of Lando’s oversized team hoodies swallowing her frame. Sunglasses perched on her nose despite the indoor lighting, a flimsy attempt to hide the evidence of a rough night’s sleep—not from nightmares this time, but from the lack of them. She’d slept through the night for the first time in weeks, curled up in a bed that wasn’t hers, under a blanket that smelled like citrus and warmth.

Across from her, Lando was nursing his second cup of coffee, one arm lazily draped over the back of her chair, the other scrolling on his phone.

—I found a flight from Budapest to Maui with one layover in LAX,— Amelie said, stabbing a piece of pineapple with her fork. —But it’s a red-eye. You’ll be wrecked.—

—I’ll survive.— Lando leaned in to glance at her screen. —If I get to wake up next to you and the ocean, I can handle jet lag.—

Her cheeks flushed, and she bumped his knee under the table in retaliation. —You’re so full of shit.—

—Full of charm,— he corrected, smirking. —Totally different thing.—

They had been like this all morning. Quiet, easy, a little buzz of something unspoken hanging in the air between them. The kind of bubble they didn’t get to live in often. She was this close to booking the damn ticket and pulling him into a secluded week of sun, sand, and finally—not having to pretend around anyone.

But of course, peace was a myth in Formula 1.

—Oi!— came Charles’ voice before either of them registered the footsteps. —Are you two seriously having breakfast without us?—

—Traitors,— George added as he appeared behind Charles, hair too perfect for 8 a.m., balancing a banana and protein bar in one hand.

Alex trailed behind with a smoothie in hand and a grin that was already too knowing. —Look at them. Cozy and scheming.—

Amelie snapped her laptop shut with a guilt reflex honed by years of secrets. —We weren’t... It’s just breakfast.—

Lando didn’t even get a chance to add a deflection before Charles slid into the seat next to him like he owned it.

—You’re terrible liars,— Charles said, reaching for one of the croissants on Amelie’s plate without asking. —What were you actually doing? Booking secret spa days? Coordinating matching outfits? Planning your wedding in a Google Doc?—

Lando let out a breath that was half laugh, half despair. —Relax, man.—

—Just looking at travel options,— Amelie added as casually as she could, though her voice pitched up slightly at the end. Her poker face was good. Not great. Especially not under the pressure of three nosy boys who had known her for months.

George leaned over her shoulder and pointed at the still-open browser tab, the one she hadn’t minimized fast enough. —That says Maui. Are we planning a team retreat, or...?—

Fuck.

Lando shot her a panicked glance. She blinked back at him, frozen. She hadn’t thought this through. She never should’ve mentioned Hawaii in front of breakfast food and curious men.

—Oh my god, are we going to Hawaii?— Charles’s eyes lit up like a child on Christmas morning. —That’s brilliant. We’ll all go. Boys' trip meets beach holiday. I love it.—

Alex was already pulling out his phone. —Wait, I have points saved. I bet I can get us all into business class. Do we want a villa or a resort? Actually, scratch that—Amelie probably already found something bougie.—

George beamed. —This is exactly what we need. Post-Hungary decompress. No press, just vibes.—

Amelie’s brain short-circuited as all three of them started making actual plans. Resort recommendations. Flight times. Group chat names. Spa packages. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

This was not the plan.

She looked at Lando, who was staring straight ahead like he was buffering.

Because how the hell was she supposed to say no?

No, sorry, you can’t come on the Hawaii trip we definitely just planned in front of you because… what? Because we were planning to sleep in the same bed and pretend we weren’t slowly unraveling the tension that’s been choking us for months?

She opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

Because there was no answer that didn’t expose everything.

So she smiled. A tight, pained, I-want-to-die kind of smile.

—Yeah,— she said, voice high and bright like she wasn’t internally screaming. —Totally. That could be... fun.—

Lando shot her a sharp look, one that said "are you serious right now?" and also "I’m going to throw myself into traffic."

George clapped his hands like he’d just won the lottery. —Yes! This is going to be chaos and I love it already.—

—We’ll rent surfboards,— Alex added, already texting someone. —And jet skis. And I swear to god, if anyone brings a schedule, I will drown you.—

—You’re bringing a schedule, aren’t you?— Charles asked Amelie, deadpan.

—She’s got tabs open already,— Lando muttered.

Amelie sipped her coffee to avoid answering.

George leaned over and bumped her shoulder. —You're a legend for organizing this. I’ll Venmo you whatever. I trust you with my life and also my resort bookings.—

—Great,— Amelie said, voice strangled.

Because now she was stuck.

And so was Lando.

Because this was supposed to be their trip. Their bubble. Their maybe-finally-figure-it-out week.

And now it was about to be shared hotel rooms, shared inside jokes, shared attention.

She glanced at Lando again as the guys got louder, already discussing whether they could convince Carlos to come too. He looked... resigned. Still smiling, but barely. That forced Lando-smile he gave in press conferences when he wanted to be anywhere else but there.

Their eyes met.

No words passed.

But she knew exactly what he was thinking.

Fuck.

So much for Hawaii.

[w3nus]

Mam ochotę usunąć się z tego świata

Edit: ogladam roszpunke jednak życie jest piękne

Edit2: skończyłam zaplatanych czas na krainę lodu zycue jest piękne

Edit3: ogladam miraculum życie jest piękne

Edit4: obejrzałam między nami żywiołami, idę spać, jest 3 w nocy życie jest piękne

[tremendouskoalachild]

i think this is all the footage from The Acolyte we currently have? please please correct me if not

teaser shown at Star Wars Celebration 2023, leaked recording

official teaser released in March, very similar to the above (they're calling it a trailer but i'm saying teaser to more easily distinguish them); official subtitles with character names

Dafne Keen promoting CCXP Mexico and the show, on twitter April 28th, with several new shots of her character

preview attached to the end of Phantom Menace rerelease, leaked recording

Lee Jung-jae promoting the show in a very short video with 1 new shot from the show

Korean featurette on Sol, released May 4th, showcasing the character of Sol in the show along with behind the scenes footage and interviews; with official English subtitles

official trailer released on May 4th; official subtitles with character names

Autodesk ad released on May 4th, mostly showcasing the droid Pip, with a few unrelated shots and behind the scenes footage

edit: short promo from May 11th, showing glimpses of the same fight scene as the preview, with one new shot; official subtitles

edit2: tv spot May 11th. thanks for the link @generalpierrotdameron

edit3: the Disney+ Philippines channel released a couple videos on May 4th too, plus a version of the Sol featurette without built-in Korean subs. the only one with new footage is Manny Jacinto's promo featuring two new shots of his character:

edit4: promo spot May 18th. new footage of Vernestra's lightwhip, Kelnacca fighting a possessed Torbin(?), Aniseya's witches, new shots of Indara/Mae fight, one new shot of Sol in the temple. reddit link and now on yt as well. includes official subtitles not anymore!

edit5: a different version of the Sol featurette on the main star wars youtube channel, with several new shots, and some different behind the scenes material

edit6: a clip released by IGN on May 22nd, now on main star wars channel with subtitles

[katy-books]

I'm rewriting this on my account (for a community I'm in) so I can reblog it when it needs updating - here's what the original said -

Does this group have admins I can DM? I know they say poetry has no rules, but it's a bit of a stretch to call a porn video poetry 🤔 and I've seen two of them on here. Surely there are communities to share porn. I'm in the crowd that thinks erotic content shouldn't have been kicked off of tumblr but I don't think it belongs in a poetry group. Erotic poetry/poetic language? Awesome. Link to a porn video? No. I have no issue with inspirational quotes, anthology promos etc but I just don't think the porn video shares fit. Just me?

And the edits that have followed -

*edit* it's now 3 porn videos and an ad for a Trump rally 🙄

*edit2* I think we're up to 5 porn videos now and the Trump rally ad is still there 🙄😒

*edit3* up to 11 porn videos - ngl I'm getting occasionally curious but I don't want to give the bots any clicks 😆 - also another Trump related news share 🙄 - someone said a couple had been removed though so that's something

*edit4* I think it's 13 now I'm not sure - at this point I'd offer to be a spare admin if that's possible, because the bots are going to scare new poets off from joining the community - if I'd seen all those posts I wouldn't have joined because it's a sign of a neglected and soon to be dead group - if bots aren't deleted they take over until the genuine people get sick of it and leave

*edit5* Up to 14 and an ad for an investment course (I've reported that one to Tumblr because it's almost certainly a scam) - I just created a test community - you can promote members to moderators or admin - I don't think there is anything Tumblr can really do about bot accounts - they exist everywhere - the systems exist for admins to take care of communities - I've messaged the admin

*edit* 16 now and the admin doesn't look like they've been active on their account for a month - I'm going to start reporting the accounts - I didn't want to because I disagreed with the erotic content ban but these are just bot accounts spamming communities (there's another writing one that I've seen it on) - this will probably be the last update for a bit unless the admin replies

[love-nikki-future-suits]

intro post

Hello guys! It looks like no one else has been uploading the future events debuting on CN here and it's been a little slower on reddit/the google sheet so I will start updating them there based on what is posted on the weibo. I also want to practice my chinese so hopefully this helps...

edit: ok well it does look like someone else was updating future events LOL (i just didnt look hard enough). ill probs keep doing this but ill keep it to suit things only (im too lazy to do crafting pfp momo etc anyways). this is a sideblog btw so i cant follow back sorry 😭

edit2: ok if theres text in quotes that doesn't usually mean someone was speaking it means i gave up translating there (sorry...)

edit3: mark my words i will make a custom theme for this blog if it looks a lil broken that was just me

edit4: any starry rock prices i get are straight from weibo assuming its a cn debut. usually their prices seem to be a little higher than ours e.g. 310 for blooming wishes on cn vs 260 on en so do not fret when you see those numbers