Interviewer: Lando, what an awesome drive that was there. You got driver of the day. Well deserved.
Lando: Thank You.
Interviewer: How did it feel out there?
Lando: Good! Yeah. Surprised, I’m very happy. Very happy for the whole team. They deserved it. Good pit stops. Just today worked out. I don’t know why. I really wasn’t expecting it to be the kind of race we had today but got comfortable, could manage the tyres a lot, which was an easier task that what I had yesterday. And I could just push. The car felt great and I felt comfortable. So, good day, good points and another podium, so I’m very happy.
Interviewer: The race pace was looking, I mean, strong at times. You were even quicker than the second Red Bull of Sergio. Are you surprised by that? It’s really cool to see.
Lando: I was surprised by many things. The lack of pace from Ferrari today. Our good pace and, I guess, us comparing to the Red Bull, which was so surprising. I just wasn’t expecting today at all. I got everything ready to go home early and not be on the podium. So it’s a pleasant surprise but it shows the team have done a good job. We’re working hard and it’s paying off.
Interviewer: Pre-race you were thinking the Ferraris were going to be all over your mirrors but that didn’t materialise?
Lando: I made a bet how far behind the Ferrari we would finish today. I thought 35 seconds, and I was very wrong with that. So yeah, happy to be wrong with myself, my own bets, but a good day for everyone.
(I'm very sorry for posting this late. I'm really busy at the moment, so I'll do my best to get Lando's post-Chinese GP interviews posted as soon as I can 🧡)
that last video you posted of your stomach has been driving me crazy. how would you feel about being stuffed full and lying face up across someone’s lap, having them knead your belly with one hand and get you off with the other while you belch and moan.
How would I feel about that? Oh goodness, I'd LOVE it!!! I love the thought of getting help with releasing in more ways than one... where do I sign up?
hey gal ~
Just wanted 2 say it’s really lovely to hear about your OCs!💖 I read all the tags on your posts about them so I can get the Lore 😆 You seem to be having so much fun developing them, it’s great to see 💕
-Mako
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MAKO!!!
Thank you 💕💕
I dont even know how to express the feelings that I'm feeling, but I just want to cry because this makes me feel so validated.
I've been self-indulgeding lately with them, and I appreciate and thank you for reading about them 💕
With OM Mephistopheles immediately adopting Ik in Nightbringer, he must be SO pissed when he hears that she's comatose because of the brothers
Storms straight to the House of Lamentation like "You are NOT fit to take care of Ik, HOW DARE YOU HARM MY CHILD". He's calling all the most expensive doctors in the Devildom trying to find someone who knows how to break the curse
The moment Ik's awake he's right there with extra blankets and soup, just fussing over her like there's no tomorrow
mephistopheles goes on the offensive from the very moment he hears the news, and from then until the moment ik wakes up, he's about as vicious as a mother bear when crossed
he is judging every single one of the brothers SO hard. he spares solomon a little since he sees him as a kindred spirit in terms of being an acting guardian, but he doesn't afford anyone else the same mercy, especially lucifer, whose efforts at bedside care he takes great delight in insulting
Let's build Legos while you starve. I keep telling you one bore bag, or after this one! You look at how many pieces there are... 1044 Legos. There's 7 bags!
We do five of those. It takes all day.
I tell you to build another set while I cook up something to eat. It takes forever to prep and even longer to bake. The aroma taunts both of our starved bellies.
I eat my portion in front of you, making you fully complete building before I serve you yours.
My gosh, sounds like a ton of fun! It might take longer for me to finish each bag as the hunger begins to slow down the building process. It's hard to focus on the set when my stomach continues to be vocal every few minutes~
Why is Sara crying about the desert rose? What does it mean?
desert roses can mean resilience. that version of sara is rejuvenation!sara, and with the fact they're an interceptor with the stuff that happened to them beforehand, they've been through a lot. they thing is that they remember every single thing (or, most of everything. some things are fuzzy in their memory according to her), so not only are they constantly remembering something traumatic, there's a small part of herself wondering how much more they could take. if they've been through all of that already, and things are getting even more serious, with all this pressure on them since they're the fiercest battler of the group, then what will it take to break them? can they break? what if they can't, and they just become a hardened weapon with no capacity to feel anything anymore?
...and what if she dies before any of that can happen?
in short, they're reliving the past while also fearing the future. they have a lot to loose now.
⌗︙・jjk men waking up after a wet dream about you ⸜⸜・
gojo
a small chuckle leaves his mouth when he wakes up from a pleasant dream about you. his cock is aching for attention, precum already building at the top. it's the first time he had a dream about you. not to lie, he fantasized about your cute little body before but never in a dream. he wraps his hand around his cock and tries to remember little details about the dream. the way you would bounce on his cock or your little hand wrapped around it. he's not ashamed, you're a pretty girl after all. but from your behavior, he can see that you're shy and timid. maybe he can ask you out to turn his dream true. he speeds his hand around his cock, bringing himself closer to his orgasm. he thinks about a specific scene from his dream - you spread in front of him with your fingers in your cunt. he cums at the thought, covering his hand with his cock. he giggles, gojo hopes he will have similar dream soon.
geto
he wakes up with sweat on his forehead, groaning when he notices his hard on. the girl in his dream was too similar to you, same hair, eyes, body type. he can't believe he had this kind of dream about you. it was a good dream, he has to say. geto can't decide if he should take a cold shower and forget about everything or take care of his little problem. after all, he's gonna see you today and he doesn't wanna be awkward. his lips turn into a little smile as he thinks about what would happen if you saw what he is about to do. or what if you had the same dream? mmm, you took his cock so well in his dream, would you be able to do that in real life? he's seen your tiny ass move in your little skirts, you would have problem taking him for sure. fuck it, he thinks as he wraps his hand around his cock. he softly massages his shaft, imagining that it's your tiny hand stroking him. all problems leave him in that moment, he's gonna relive that dream now and hopefully later today when he invites you over.
nanami
he groans when he finally opens his eyes to meet a familiar decor of his room. he doesn't wanna think about it, he doesn't wanna think about how hard his cock is right now. he throws his arm around his eyes, trying to breathe deeply to forget all about the dream. he hasn't had a wet dream since he was a teenager and now someone like you is gonna make them pop up again? he thought you were cute when he first met you but he never thought you would be capable of doing such a slutty things. it was just a dream, he has to remind himself, maybe you are innocent. he taps his fingers on his cock, he really doesn't wanna do this. nanami tries to think of different porn starts he's seen online but his thoughts come back to you. his hand finally grips his cock and he squeezes it until it's painful. it's all your fault, maybe it you weren't so cute, he wouldn't have to do this.
toji
she's even haunting me in my dream, toji thinks when he wakes up. his cock is already standing proudly, just begging for him to take it in his hand. he doesn't waste any time wrapping his hand around it. he always thought you were pretty, your body is basically all he ever dreamed about. it's not the first time you appeared in his dream but this time, he is certain that it was you. all of the other dreams were blurry but this one was way more vivid. he strokes his cock slowly, thinking about the way you bended for him in that dream. the only thing that's pissing him off is that you're not here with him right now, that you can't use your mouth or your little pussy on him. he feels himself getting close as he thinks about all the things he would do to you if he could. he cums on his hand, surprising himself how strong this orgasm was. there's something about you and he has to find out what it is.
per your last post, love your art and fic and everything you create and even though I scream at you via message on average probably once a week to remind you, I’m doing so via inbox for some variety!!! :D
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 awwwww!!!!! This is so sososooso sweet!!!
You know I also scream at you via messenger, but I will also let it be known I love your writing! (And I did read the new fic update....again recently kfhdkdbs)
Howdy folks! Sorry for the delay, I was, uhhhh covering the Tour de France. Anyway, I'm back in Chicago which means this blog has returned to the Chicago suburbs. I'm sure you've all seen Barbie at this point so this 2019 not-so-dream house will come as a pleasant (?) surprise.
Yeah. So this $2.4 million, 7 bed, 8.5+ bath house is over 15,000 square feet and let me be frank: that square footage is not allocated in any kind of efficient or rational manner. It's just kind of there, like a suburban Ramada Inn banquet hall. You think that by reading this you are prepared for this, but no, you are not.
Scale (especially the human one) is unfathomable to the people who built this house. They must have some kind of rare spatial reasoning problem where they perceive themselves to be the size of at least a sedan, maybe a small aircraft. Also as you can see they only know of the existence of a single color.
Ok, but if you were eating a single bowl of cereal alone where would you sit? Personally I am a head of the table type person but I understand that others might be more discreet.
It is undeniable that they put the "great" in great room. You could race bicycles in here. Do roller derby. If you gave this space to three anarchists you would have a functioning bookshop and small press in about a week.
The island bit is so funny. It's literally so far away it's hard to get them in the same image. It is the most functionally useless space ever. You need to walk half a mile to get from the island to the sink or stove.
Of course, every McMansion has a room just for television (if not more than one room) and yet this house fails even to execute that in a way that matters. Honestly impressive.
The rug placement here is physical comedy. Like, they know they messed up.
Bling had a weird second incarnation in the 2010s HomeGoods scene. Few talk about this.
Honestly I think they should have scrapped all of this and built a bowling alley or maybe a hockey rink. Basketball court. A space this grand is wasted on sports of the table variety.
You would also think that seeing the rear exterior of this house would help to rationalize how it's planned but:
Not really.
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She’s always with her dada. Clinging onto him everywhere he goes, practically attached to his shoulder as he has carries her around, especially since she refuses to go to anyone that’s not you or your husband.
A truly spoiled brat is what she was. Her antics knew no ends. She had taken a habit of strolling in the garden every morning with her dada, Sukuna having to slow down his steps to meet the strides of his little girl’s feet as she had barely learnt how to walk and clutched his kimono for support.
As if that wasn’t enough, she was taking after her dada in other aspects as well. Once she was seated on Sukuna’s lap, one of his arms protectively wrapped around her. The scene was a man cowering over in fear beneath Sukuna as he sat on his throne.
And the girl giggles.
He raises a brow to look at his daughter giggling at the sight of the poor man’s fear and smirks. “Why brat, you truly take after me.” He pats her head.
He shoos the man away instantly, “Scram while you can, I’m in a pleasant mood today.”
One day, when her beloved papa leaves for a few days, you notice her missing him incredibly. So you get a brilliant idea, “how about we prepare a little surprise for papa?”
The next week, Sukuna returns, and his first thoughts are to check on you and your baby girl, and she comes running straight to him. He doesn’t take a second to realize that the kimono she’s wearing is modeled after his.
“Dada!” She giggles and waddles to her father, almost tripping in the long garment. She hugs his leg with a soft pout, holding her arms up, “Up!” She demands.
He chuckles and holds her up, propping her comfortably in his arms, “you’re one cheeky brat, aren’t you?” She giggles, wrapping her small hands around his neck to hug him. He chuckles again, patting her back. “Someone missed me, huh?”
Naughty as she is (she has Sukuna’s genes, duh) she loves her pranks. Scaring the servants by sneaking up on them or hiding behind the walls. Of course, it was hard to act afraid of such a cute little girl but the servants pretend to be scared anyways. It makes Sukuna proud, even though you scold him for it.
She has also mastered the tool of emotional manipulation— puppy eyes. Sukuna groans as she gives the puppy eyes to him. You had restricted her access to sweets, but she was the boss around here.
“Fine brat.” He huffs, secretly assured that the puppy eyes are something she’d learnt from you. “You may have the mochi— just do not tell your mother about this.”
Well, let’s just say that mother got to know about this and that the dad and daughter duo were scolded thoroughly.
Regardless, Sukuna is beyond grateful to you for giving him this little bundle of blessing, even though he isn’t sure what he ever did to deserve such a thing. He has only ever felt the need to see to his pleasure, but when he sees you and his baby daughter, his heart swells with pride. He’d shred the world apart to protect you both.