#this is...yeah

[wedriftlikelonelyplanets]

26 for landoscar 🤭🤭

26 - A kiss on a scar

This ROUGHLY takes place in the GITHHHW verse, just kind of as a slice of life moment. Inspired by You're The One For Me by Good Great Okay Fine and If You Ever Leave, I'm Coming With You by The Wombats. This isn't polished, but I kinda think that's the point of this a lil too

The sun is warm where it lingers on his skin, as he wraps the blanket a little more tightly around himself. He’s missing the warmth of Lando pressed against his back, and he lets out a sleepy, indignant sound at the loss, buries his face into a pillow that smells like Lando instead, shifting onto his stomach to hug it closer. 

He’s not usually the heavy sleeper of the two of them, but Lando’s bed is more comfortable than he thinks his has ever been. There’s a belated, sleepy thought that he should ask Lando where he got this mattress so he can get one of his own. He tucks it away in the back of his mind, yawns so wide his jaw cracks, and lets his eyes shutter closed against the onslaught of the morning sun. 

Half thinks to call Lando’s name out loud into the silence of the apartment, but is asleep before he has the time to think it through any further. 

“Osco,” Lando’s voice is soft in his ear, prickling into his subconscious, and he shifts, pressing himself back against the warmth of Lando’s body, seeking him out like a cat to the closest ray of sunlight. “Osc, wake up,” Lando’s voice is soft and sweet, and Oscar lets out a grumble, presses himself closer, still doesn’t want to open his eyes because this is heavenly. He doesn’t think he’s allowed himself to enjoy sleep this much in a long time. When they’re heavy into the race schedule, he feels like he gets enough sleep to get by, but it’s not restful, not like this. 

“Don’t wanna,” the words are slurred out, hazy, as he gravitates more to Lando’s warmth, nuzzling his face against Lando’s chest, “Come back t’bed,” he murmurs against the soft fabric of Lando’s shirt, has to resist the urge to open his mouth and bite at the fabric, and the jut of Lando’s collarbone beneath it. 

Lando’s soft laugh is endearing, and sometimes he wishes he could bottle it up and save it forever, these happy moments that they’ve only really just started to settle into. “Osc, come on. I got you breakfast,” Oscar can hear the lilt of amusement in Lando’s voice, and does give into the urge, unhinges his jaw, closes his teeth around Lando’s clavicle and bites, light press of teeth. 

“Oscar, ow, what the fuck,” the noise that’s punched out of Lando is less indignant, laced with a hint of arousal. It gives Oscar a host of other ideas that take place of going back to sleep, has to stop himself from squirming, from moving to quest out the hot press of Lando’s thigh. Almost wishes that Lando had woken him up with the press of his body against Oscar’s back, insistent roll of his hips. Thinks about saying it out loud, but doesn’t, tamps down the urge instead, because the mention of breakfast is filtering into his sleep-hazy brain. 

He cracks open one eye to glance up at Lando, and wants to squeeze it shut again, because the look on Lando’s face is impossibly soft and endeared, smile lighting up his features with a boyish joy that sends a twist of warmth through Oscar. Sometimes it feels like this is something he doesn’t deserve, seeing Lando warm and soft like this. Sometimes he wishes that he was better at showing his emotions, better at wearing them written on his face like Lando does. 

“Love you,” he murmurs, nuzzles his face even harder against Lando’s chest. Lando tangles his fingers his hair, scratches at his scalp softly, and Oscar lets out a soft sigh, shimmies himself closer, wraps his arms around Lando’s torso. He feels the huff of Lando’s laugh, the twitch of his ribcage, “Get up, you slug,” Lando grumbles, poking a finger into Oscar’s side, hard. Oscar can’t help the yelp that escapes him as he jumps away, eyes flying open to fix Lando with an indignant stare. 

“Mean, I take it back,” 

But Lando’s still just smiling at him, eyes glimmering with mirth and amusement. “Get the fuck out of bed, breakfast’s getting cold, and I’m not going to listen to you complain about your eggs being rubbery because you didn’t want to get your lazy ass out of bed,” 

“A week ago, you were feeding me breakfast in bed. What happened to that version of you,” Oscar mutters, shoving the blankets back, making a face at the cool room air, despite the warmth of the sun shining in the window. “Next time, I’m going to bite you harder,” he grumbles, and Lando laughs, loudly, the sound shatteringly bright in the room. 

Oscar pauses the search for the hoodie that’s tossed in some corner from when he and Lando fell into bed the night before. Just turns to look at Lando, the way his face scrunches up, the brightness reflected there, and can’t help the smile that breaks across his own features. Moves back towards him with a smile, palms settling gently on the sides of Lando’s face. “Love you,” he murmurs, all over again, pressing a kiss to the scar that’s shiny across the bridge of Lando’s nose, a press to the tip of his nose, and then a gentle kiss to his lips. 

“Now stop being mean and feed me,”

[vesselmade-a]

what are you seeking ?

FORGIVENESS / "what should i apologize for; what i am or what i'm not?" // oh, little hero, how close are you to crumbling under the weight on your shoulders? how heavy has that heart of yours gotten? how deeply has the guilt burrowed into your bones? how permanently has the grief been seared into your soul? you were so tender, and the world so cruel. loss after loss after loss, each another chip on your shoulder. because you deserved it, didn't you? if you could be better...faster...stronger...smarter...then maybe it wouldn't have happened. right? the blood stains your hands, and it won't wash out will it? but darling, it's never been your fault. you've learned to turn the rage and the regret, the guilt and the grief, inwards. if you're hurt, it's your own fault isn't it? because then there's a reason for it, because it gives you some semblance of control, doesn't it? what you seek is forgiveness, for your perceived wrongs. but oh, little skeleton, you do not need it. stop blaming yourself for what was beyond your control. let go of the past. grow. and learn to breathe with both of your lungs. stop choking on your own self hatred. the weight will ease, i promise. i love you.

[anais-mirliaz]

frolicking with mama :)

[hug-your-face]

via @swatercolour here on Tumblr and also on [insta]

EDIT: I do not interpret "just managing" as "just suffering, just enduring, curling into a fetal position and waiting for it to be over." Managing is an active process.

So I'm using this post as a platform to make the reminder that "the power of the people is greater than the people in power," and we all are cordially invited to:

Take good care of ourselves. Mental, physical, emotional health. Hydrate. Move if we can, get outside if we can.

Keep up a routine. Remember quarantine and we all had to find a routine? This is the same.

Be intentional in our news consumption. Let's not stick our heads in the sand but let's not doomscroll either. Get an RSS aggregator. Subscribe to WTF Just Happened Today, Yoour Local Epidemiologist, Fix The News (for some inspiring hopeful news!). We'll check our feeds a few times a week, but no more than once a day.

Connect with friends and loved ones. Remind ourselves that while SOME people are horrible, for the most part people are awesome... if complicated. Share our fears but also our hopes. Eat together.

Now that we're keeping healthy, safe, sane, and hopeful... now we also fight. Quietly if we prefer, loudly if we prefer. But sustainably. I hate that I had to live through three rounds of this nonsense where a few people use half of us as tools to fuck over ALL of us, but here we are again. So let us take just one moment every week or so to...

Use 5calls to keep blowing up our reps phones. Tell them to either break ranks with the Orange Administration, or to stand up louder than just matching outfits and signs. Or to THANK them for standing up.

Use Vote411 to find elections before the midterms. A lot of villages, cities, townships etc have local elections that will affect where we live... and more importantly, the people in office there will affect things upwards too.

Use Ballotpedia to know exactly what's on our ballots ahead of time.

Protest, because it actually works.

Use Vote.org to make a plan to vote in the midterms. Make a plan that is immune to voter suppression tactics. Get our documents in order. Reach out to our friends to go to the polls as a group. Plan to livestream our visit, up until the point we have to turn our cameras off.

Make and share memes that promote hope, organizing, solidarity, and/or resistance.

Get involved with an action network like Indivisible, MoveOn, or Working Families Party.

Go to a local town hall meeting. Speak up.

Heck, start our own local activism networks, letter campaigns, call campaigns, or fundraisers with Action Network.

And we will remember our self-care. We will remind ourselves and each other that they want us scattered, focus is how we resist.

It IS coming back. Things ARE going to get worse. The world has become a place where a very few people are pulling levers and pushing buttons that are actively destroying much of what is good about living in a society where people care for each other.

Many others are in shock, sputtering "but can they do that?" MANY many others are waiting for someone to come save us.

But there are those who are actively, loudly, opposing.

And there are more people speaking up, acting up, every day. More people saying it's time to get scrappy. It's time to get into some good trouble. The shock is wearing off.

Yes, it's gonna get worse before it gets better (the long-term damage of the acts of the past momentum of all the damage that has been done will take that long to be felt -- but it WILL get better.

If WE will it.

[lovely-v]

It’s crazy and fucked up that being yourself is actually the solution.

[teaboot]

Yeah Mr. Darcy’s proposal was a complete turd and a half but you gotta understand. You got your life together. A good career, stable income, retirement plan, all that shit together. And you meet this girl. And she’s everything. Clever, outspoken, funny, calls you on your bullshit. Grade A cutie, right? And she doesn’t go out of her way to spend time with you but she’s nice, and sometimes you catch her looking your way in a way that makes you think you might have a shot.

But her family. Holy shit.

First off, it’s p much ALL women, and mostly UNMARRIED women, which at this time means of something happens to her dad then you’re financially responsible for like. Four grown ass adults, potentially forever

Because mom in law is DEFINITELY gonna need someone to take care of her when dad in law kicks it, and they have like. NO money. So already you’re accepting that if all goes well, you’re gonna be one random old bag’s retirement home. That’s expensive and exhausting, yeah? Imagine asking someone on a first date knowing that if they say yes and things go good her high-strung chihuahua mother is gonna move in with you. IMAGINE.

And girly’s other sisters. Well, one is a sweetheart, yeah, so she probably won’t be an issue, but that still leaves three more, and two of those ones are INSUFFERABLE. Never went to school, dumb as rocks, spend cash like it’s toilet paper

And while one of the two is young still and might grow out of it the OTHER one is actively torpedo’ing her entire family’s reputation by wandering off with random dudes and chasing ass. She’s never gonna work, she can’t build connections, she’s a fucking sinkhole, and she’s being led on by the same goddamn con man ass leeching tit who’s been bleeding you dry while telling anyone who’ll listen that your family is full of ratty thieving bastards.

And if he dumps her after a week- WHICH YOU KNOW HIS BITCH ASS IS GONNA- you’ve got a SECOND UNMARRIABLE GROWN ASS ADULT TO PROVIDE FOR. And you KNOW she’s gonna be a tantrum-throwing little shit about it, and it’s not like you can lock her in the basement or something, you’re gonna have to bring her fucking. Everywhere. And give her an allowance and shit while she contributes zero, because again, she NEVER GOT EDUCATED AND HAS NO MARKETABLE SKILLS. She’s not even good to TALK to. FUCK

And you’re looking at this girl’s father like “please for the love of fuck get your spawn under control, marry them off, get them working on their résumé, learning to sew or be nursemaids or manage staff or SOMETHING, yall got no money and one foot in the grave” and that old man just laughs like “haha yeah, what can you do. lol”

So you’re looking to the mom and finally it’s making sense how she got that twitch in her eye and as MUCH as she is you’re starting to realize she’s the SMART one, desperately throwing her armloads of girls at random men like they’re a bunch of fucking lifeboats bobbing around a sinking ship, like yes Jesus Christ sweetly that life boat IS old and ugly and kind of boring but for FUCKS SAKE PICK ONE

And you look back at this girl who is ALSO REFUSING THE LIFE BOATS BY THE WAY and god damn it she’s still the most radiant thing you’ve ever seen so fine, fuck it, Christ alive, you’ll do it. You’ll shoot your shot. She’s everything you’ve ever wanted in anybody abut it’s not even just about that anymore, it’s about being her best fucking shot at a future, and even if she doesn’t like you all that much she’s still gonna say yes and that might break your heart a bit knowing it’s about the money but who knows, maybe it will at least be civil, or companionable, and even if she doesn’t LOVE you at least you’ll know she’s well and cared for

And so you’ll do it. You’ll take on the neurotic stress mess mother in law, the absent father, the broke ass wingnut no brain no money no future airhead sisters, the bad mannered relatives and the embarrassing behaviour and the impending future of sharing your entire shit with a clown parade of freeloaders, you’ll risk it all and accept the absolute certainty of financial ruin and emotional exhaustion for the rest of your whole ass life and you’ll make your own family deal with it too, you’ll do it, you’ll fucking DO IT, you stupid lovesick motherfucker

And so you go to this chick like “look. Your whole family’s a shitshow. You’ve got fucking nothing and you’re gonna die on the street. But for some reason- and I don’t get it either- I’ve fallen in love with you, and I wish I didn’t, but I did, so I’m telling you that whether you like me or not, I’ll give you everything. I’ll give you everything even if it’s the dumbest shit I ever done. Fuck my stupid Baka ass, I’ll marry you.”

And she looks at you- having heard or considered absolutely none of your months-long internal debate and monologue- and goes “The fuck did you just say about my family, you son of a bitch?”

And the shock of that is enough to jolt you back into a reality where you are able to actually hear and process what just came out of your damn mouth And yeah

Yeah, I think I kinda get it

[scribefindegil]

Everyone is so weird about people who cry easily. Fellas, is it evil and manipulative to *checks notes* have an involuntary stress response?

[drizzledrawings]

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

[thankstothe]

folk hero really

[kazisonline]

All I'm saying is Jayce Talis is a bisexual polyamorous man who has a type and that type is just, Higher Beings. His type is just Jesus Christ. Bro straight up wants to fuck God

Edit: damn bisexuals found this post hello y'all hope you have a nice day the post reached its target audience

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

I'm a simple bitch. i believe the purpose of government should be to improve the lives of its citizens and protect its most vulnerable members. unfortunately i live in a day and age where this gets me labeled an enemy of the state

[modernchemical]

watching death note with my family and after the college entrance episode my mom asked offhandedly if anyone had ever pictured L and light as a couple before. it felt like one single white dove had landed on a crystalline lake in a beautiful pure clearing. no i dont think anyones ever thought of that before

[stafsar]

my muse and I

[jue-jack]

Kirby is a star!!!

[mushiver]

I know what you're all definitely thinking. What if everyone from Gravity Falls was a chair. Well, I was bored enough at 3am to think about that too

Edit: part 2