#silly goose

[disgruntled-lifeform]

I am a silly goose and will be asking a plethora of poorly worded weaving questions over the next little while.

Sorry about that >.<

I will be reblogging this post with said silly questions.

Silly Question the First:

When calculating for a double weave fabric, do I make my width measurements based off my loom width or my finished unfolded cloth?

Does that question make sense?

For example, the finished unfolded cloth measured 24", so do I make my calculations with 24" or with 12"?

[soilarius]

Where's your head at at (Where your head at)

Where's your head at at at at (Where your head at)

(love these two headless silly)

[nich0las-st1nks]

boop his nose while you're scrolling please!

[candiewrapper]

starts posting again cutely :3

[bittertoxicity]

Pilby!

🤍💙 🐛💚🩷

[that-fox-thing]

GEESE

Silly things

[coco-loco-nut]

Miss Americana

Pairing: Lando Norris x American!Reader

Summary: Moments with Lando and his silly, American, girlfriend

TW: AMERICA! RAHH🦅

a/n: i wrote this super quick bc the ideas were bombarding me at work and it is not proofread. it’s also silly and stupid as an apology for my last oneshot which seemed to break y’all.

requests are open! masterlist part two

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Lando didn’t mind you were American, in fact, that might be why he loved you. You poked fun at his britishness, even trying to copy his accent. It’s almost like a joke with you two.

“Baby, where are you?” Lando whines from his gaming chair, needing attention, having texted you a minute ago asking you for cuddles.

“I’m declaring my independence!” You yell back, your voice coming from outside. He pauses his game and trudges towards your voice. The two of you are spending time in your American residence, near Miami. He spots you near the pool, holding something out.

“Baby, what are you doing?” He spots your camera recording.

“Happy December 16th!” You grin, dropping a box of tea into the pool. Lando’s brows furrow, thinking back to the book he read about the Revolutionary War. Needing to have some sort of reference for your jokes, he bought a book with the basics to read on the flights to races.

“Oh… I get it. Babe, we aren’t even IN Boston,” Lando says after a minute, and after you start laughing, he does too. Lando quickly grabs your phone and pushes you in the water too.

“Rude,” you huff, grabbing the tea box and climbing out of the pool. If it weren’t for your grin, Lando would be running away. You grab your phone and Logan pops out from behind the bushes as Lando’s phone dings.

“Wait, I thought you were recording,” Lando says, his eyes narrowing at Logan.

“Nope,” you pop the p and walk inside, the video quickly going viral and spreading around the drivers group chats. Logan makes his quick escape, leaving Lando to wonder why he agreed to associate with Americans.

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“GO GO GO GO! YES! TOUCHDOWN!” You yell, seemingly oblivious to the cold. Lando surprised you with a trip to your alma mater’s biggest football game of the season. He asked Logan for help with the surprise, but the Floridian didn’t mention, well, how much of a cult the school was.

“Logan said it was going to be cold, but not this cold,” Lando grumbles, taking a cute pic of you cheering.

“Babe, he has terrible taste in schools, why would you take his advice? Also, this is the northeast, it’s obviously going to be way colder than Austin will be next week,” You snort before joining in on a chant. Lando was only slightly regretting choosing seats right beside the student section, however, he could get behind the drinking. Especially tailgating. When you drug him out of his nice warm bed to hang outside the stadium at 9am with your old college friends, he was skeptical. All it took was one freshly grilled meal and a beer to turn that around. He is planning on creating an American tailgate for the race next week in Austin.

“American universities are... something else,” Lando smiles at you. Seeing as you are only one year removed from college, you had plans for the weekend.

“Just wait until we go to the bars later. Oh! And the frat party tomorrow, it’s family weekend and my cousin is getting us in,” you smile back at him. It was indeed a long, drunk, weekend, but Lando couldn’t help but admit that he would be more than happy to come back for more games throughout the year.

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Austin was something else the next weekend. You and Logan were quick to jump on board with Lando’s idea for a tailgate, and you all gathered at the Airbnb that you rented the night before the race, right after qualifying. The team’s socials loved the idea as well as the Formula One social media team, so you paid for nothing as the drivers and friends gathered at the Airbnb for your and Logan’s tailgate. You made sure there were multiple coolers full of alcohol, soda, and water while Logan manned the grill. You wore a NFL football jersey while Logan repped a Miami Dolphins jersey.

“Why are those two arguing,” Max asks Lando, observing you and Logan fight about whose team is better.

“Either college football or pro football,”

“American football, mate,” George says, standing on the other side of Max.

“All I’m saying is that you have TERRIBLE taste in teams!” You huff in Logan’s direction. He rolls his eyes, turning his focus to the grill as you grab a beer. Lando, who is sporting your alma mater’s football jersey, walks over to the two of you.

“She’s not wrong, Logan,” Lando chuckles as the blonde boy throws his arms up in the air in frustration. Honestly, the only thing that can top the bickering between the both of you is when you pull out the jell-o shots and people start grabbing food.

Half an hour later, you turn on the projector to the screen, a Disney logo behind you. You take position in front of the screen, remote in hand as a microphone. The crowd turns their attention to you. Lando’s lips twitch up in amusement.

“I just got three things to say. God bless our troops. God bless America. AND GENTLEMEN. START YOUR ENGINES!” You yell as you hit play on the remote.

“Okay, focus. Speed. I. Am. Speed.” The voice says over the screen. You and Logan decided to culture everyone, making the end of the tailgate partly a movie night. Eventually, everyone finds a seat in the lawn chairs scattered in front of the screen. Lando grabs your hand and kisses the back of it when you sit down.

“I love you, y/n,” he smiles softly as he nurses his beer.

“Love you more, Lan, but not as much as America,” you chuckle, teasing him. He playfully rolls his eyes, knowing you are jesting.

“Are you always so… American?” Daniel laughs as he sits in the open chair beside you.

“Shut up before she drunkenly sings the national anthem,” Lando hisses, cringing at the time he mistakenly took you to a karaoke pub in London on July 4th. Honestly, he should’ve known better.

“I hate you all,”

[cryptidcr3ature]

This came to me in a vision at 3 AM. Mr. 0-100 Charles Smith. I love him so bad.

[duck-of-the-mob]

I would call him a silly goose but I don’t think Randy would like that

He’d likely insist that waterfowl of any kind are NEVER silly

This was like a 20 minute scribble and I didn’t have a reference for the hands don’t judge me

Anyway how could I not draw his dumb face like this look at him

@directdogman

[sweetmoew]

Wall

I made this for myself but like I decided 2 post🤖🤖

[laugbergine]

Roxy for today :3

[poorlemons]

so i saw a shirt

[physcrbwl]

Hey guys twitter sucks so I’m here more now!!

artdump from there (1/2)

[catsrulesworld]

Say cheese!

Genre: fluff

An: Hii my loves I want to say thank you for all the love and appreciation on the last post I can't describe how grateful I am omg I did not expect that so TYSM!! anyways here's a cute little thing with e! 42 Miles and a photo booth just trust 🙏🏽(it's a little short but I hope you like it still) anyways love you guys 🫶🏽

You and Miles we're in the mall looking at all the stores when your eyes light up. he knew that look the look of you wanting something even if you tried to hide it.

“What's got you smiling like that Mami,” he said while smirking “They have a photo booth baby look!” you said sounding as optimistic as ever “Mami you know how much I hate photos,” he said looking at you.

“Please Miles,” you said while giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could that's all he needed to be being dragged to the photo booth.

You and Miles sat inside the small booth when the speaker near the screen said “Please insert five dollars” Miles grumbled something under his breath reaching into his pocket to get the five dollars. The ai robot quickly started counting down from 3.

“Three. Two. One!”

You make a silly face at the camera while Miles stayed with the straightest face you've ever seen. Becoming frustrated you said “Miles say cheese” In the picture, the camera took he threw on a lopsided smile while you threw on a big grin. The next one you had a plan to at least get a smile on his face faster than ever you took his lips in yours planting a big kiss he had a huge smile on his face when the camera took the picture. For the very last one, you posed giving him one last kiss for the camera.

When you guys exited the photo booth and the pictures printed it looks so cute, him smiling in the last two with you making poses and faces in all of them. “We look so good baby,” you said while smiling at him. “All you mamas,” he said while grinning giving you a quick kiss, so he can continue to spoil you rotten in the mall.

A little plus one ૮₍˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶₎ა

Miles had put the collage of you too inside his phone case on display for everyone to see. Uncle Aaron quickly noticed “Miles what is that,” he said while pointing at his phone. Miles shrugged “I thought it was cute,” he said casually. Uncle Aaron laughs a bit but continued with what he was doing.

[bittertoxicity]

A goofy goose staring 🤨

[slaymiedrysdale]

HES SO???