#og oscar

[oscars-dumbass-central]

Concept for NewLife: Martyn doesn’t realise that most creepers explode, he’s been around the snowy creepers for so long that he’s just “wait what do you mean my weird cats can explode?” when he finds out

[xplore-the-unknwn]

"Am I not Merciful?" - Joaquin Phoenix as Commodus (Gladiator, 2000)

Pt. 1, Pt. 2

[princemick]

OSCAR -- SATURDAY, BEGLIAN GP 2023

[bmblboop]

Me: It's okay, I expected grieving. Everything sucks and it's chaotic and we are just setting up the pieces for a grand return. My heart feels things but surely I can wait until the end of-

Ren: How did you do it, Jaune?

Me: FUUUUUCK

[michelle-jacksons-art-blog]

K but what if siblings

[deepfriedpaddymayne]

I call this gifset the "Augustin looking like he's honestly enjoying himself a little too much during That Scene in episode 5" collection

+bonus, Augustin's disgustingly charmed little smile at the end of the episode

[f1-birb]

i fixed it 😌

[t4tails]

if i see one more person saying margot robbie and greta gerwig were snubbed for best actress and director nominations i think im going to explode because like... who tf do yall want to take out? barbie has EIGHT other noms. and you want to take out two others from two other categories? lily gladstone? emma stone? be honest. be for real. i hope barbie loses every category bc of how annoying everybody is being about this

[wishingeel]

Oscar was fun to doodle so I'm going to do some more of him! Again just drawn with pen on a work notebook and then digitally colored. Inspiration outfit, original drawing, and original colored with pen are below the cut:

[disaster-racing]

[oscars-dumbass-central]

the lucky one

1094 words

"As Herons we are explorers, historians, documentors, we learn the history of the places we visit and remember the past so others do not have to. Committing ourselves to memory and writing, we discover things no-one else has thought possible, and we find things which people have forgotten,” Scott leaned towards him, so close that their breaths mingled together in the cold night air between them. A small smile danced across his lips as his eyes refused to leave Owen’s, “So, Owen, what is your history?”

//or, I took a crumb of lore and ran with it

“Where were you before?” Scott asked, voice light and quiet as if he did not want to disturb the stars which glittered high in the sky above them. 

Turning to face him, Owen propped himself up on his elbow. “What do you mean?” 

“Where were you before you came to the isles?” He continued to stare up at the stars, eyes tracing constellations and patterns which no one else could see. He would do that every night, lying up on the roof of the larger wagons, watching the stars as if they were the most wonderful and brilliant thing he’d ever seen and he was witnessing them for the first time once more. 

“A lot of places,” he huffed out a small laugh, falling back onto his back to look up at the sky. “Which ones are you looking at tonight?” 

“None in particular, they’ve told me all their stories already,” he finally turned his head and met Owen’s eyes. “And maybe you tell me yours now.” 

Huffing, Owen turned to stare up at the stars, trying to find the invisible lines which seemed to show themselves so easily to Scott. “Not going to happen any time soon, you know that right?” He pushed himself up and crossed his legs, staring down at the forest lurking on the edges of the Herons’ camp. “It’s a long story and—” 

“I have time,” Scott is sitting next to him now, he didn’t even hear him move, his legs hanging off the side of the wagon's roof and his coat forgotten and laid out flat. “And I want to know.” 

“It’s… it’s not a pleasant story,” He stared down at his hands, fiddling with a ring on his right hand. It's silver and engraved with fine details, some of which have eroded over time from use and wear, but one thing is still obvious in the patterning. A stylised tree in the centre of the ring stands out, a small citrine crystal with its bright warm colours standing out against the cold metal. 

“None of our own histories are exactly pleasant either,” Shrugging, he leaned forward trying to catch his gaze. “And the more you try to obfuscate your past, the more I want to know everything about you.” 

Sighing, Owen looked up at him, “What would be the purpose of you knowing it?” 

“We are Herons.” 

“I–”

“As Herons we are explorers, historians, documentors, we learn the history of the places we visit and remember the past so others do not have to. Committing ourselves to memory and writing, we discover things no-one else has thought possible, and we find things which people have forgotten,” Scott leaned towards him, so close that their breaths mingled together in the cold night air between them. A small smile danced across his lips as his eyes refused to leave Owen’s, “So, Owen, what is your history?” 

Owen broke their eye contact, shifting away from him slightly and hunching over into his lap. “It’s not all that much really,” Before Scott could interrupt with another sentence about how he wanted to know it anyways he continued, “My parents were wealthy, father a minor lord. My mother, she died when I was young, too young. All I can remember about her is how she smiled and how when she laughed it made it seem like she had brought the sun down into the room with her.

“My father didn’t take it well, they had married for love after all, but my father’s parents swooped in. They never approved of my mother, seeing the marriage as him stepping below his class and setting for a ‘woman better off on the streets than in a house’. I didn’t see my father much during my childhood, my grandparents always looked after me and tried to make me learn my place in the world and how the servants’ children— the only other kids around —weren’t people I should associate with.” 

“And now here you are, with pirates and thieves.” 

“Now here I am,” he laughed dryly, blinking tears away as he continued to fiddle with his ring. “They sent me off to a school to learn how to be a proper lord one day, filled with some of the most horrible kids you could imagine. It was tortuous being there. Sometimes I wonder if they sent me away because they didn’t like me in the first place, saw me as ruining the family line with my mother’s blood. 

“By the time I was old enough to be a ‘man’ and was able to come back home, my father had remarried to a woman who always saw me as disposable and a bad influence on her children. I didn’t even know I had siblings until I got back. They were young, my sisters were four and my brother only two. He was sickly, had been since he was born, a complication with the pregnancy apparently. 

“I think my step-mother was somewhat happy when she caught me with the stableboy. Gave her a reason to send me away. Keep me away from her impressionable children, make her son the inheritor of my father’s fortune. Joined the navy for a while, learnt how to sail, met some people who were my family for a while. 

“We were in a battle against a smuggler’s fleet and…” he trails off, tears silently rolling down his cheek and soaking into the collar of his shirt. Scott hasn’t moved since he began speaking, leant forward slightly in order to not miss a word. “Three of them died, all at once, fell overboard and never came back up. In that moment I just thought to myself ‘What the fuck am I doing here?’ and then I was shot. They tell me I was lucky to survive, but I don’t think I’m lucky. I was stuck in a hospital there for two weeks listening to the other men around me dying. I recognised a few of the people around me, and I had to listen to the men I had fought alongside as brothers with die as I laid there unable to do anything. 

“And yet, they said I was the lucky one.” 

It takes a long few minutes before Scott breaks the silence stretched taut between them. “Sometimes being lucky is being able to remember the people you lost,” he shrugged, unable to come up with an adequate response to the story he had just heard. Owen didn’t respond, only nodded quietly and continued to fidget with the ring on his left hand. 

[pookiepiastri]

Carlos WDC campaign begins NOW

[lastonthebrakes]

wake up guys new personality test just dropped and it's just whether or not you were on the right side of history pertaining to oscar piastri

[devilsrains]

rose of versailles 50th anniversary book

[i-am-church-the-cat]

OMG, can you pleaaaaase turn the ask/ post about Loscar being married and Lando guessing around, George and Alex figuring it out and the revelation breakfast into a full fic. I love this way too much already 💙💙💙💙💙

Same and I would love to, but I don’t feel right writing a fic without permission from the anon with the original idea, since I was basically just bouncing off of them. If they message me or anything, I’d be happy to.

However, it might please you to know that I am writing a different Married!Loscar fic. It’s more focused on relationship dynamics and them coming up as a married couple, but it does have some secret relationship mischief of it’s own.

[hellosammy19]

SERIOUS SHUT THE FUCK UP