#ti so tot

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.

[hellishgayliath]

They’re my comfort characters okay :V

[fate-defiant]

These four wormed their way into my head last night and would not leave me until I spat something out so here's some assorted headcanons, a comic that I'm not sure I understand the punchline of myself and the youngest inn-bling(ba dum tss) in ten to fifteen years.

[pageofheartdj]

Please, allosexuals can be sex-repulsed. It's not either both or neither. You can be attracted to people and want to be intimate with them, but feel aversion to the idea anyway.

[hikari-writes]

"You know, I think I've found my favourite piece of art."

Marius Von Hagen looked up at you, tearing his gaze away from his phone. His brows quirked, now intrigued at your sudden exclamation.

"Oh? What is it?"

He was genuinely curious. Maybe it's a piece that you've both seen before at an exhibition on one of your dates. Or maybe it's a piece that you discovered on your own. Either way, he was eager to discuss about it with you.

You and art? Two of his favourite things, combined together? Nothing could make him happier.

You bit your lips, trying to hold back a grin (and failing miserably) before cupping his cheeks and bringing it closer to your face.

"It's you."

Your answer was met with an unexpected silence. He was caught off guard by your answer. And you were caught off guard by him being caught off guard by your answer. And so another prolonged silence ensues, and your face was already as hot as the summer sun outside when you finally let go of your hands from his cheeks, using them to cover your own instead.

"That was so embarrassing oh my god-"

You continued mumbling incomprehensible words, facing away from Marius (who was, unbeknownst to you, also mirroring your current state), steam coming out of your face and wanting to dig a hole you can hide into.

"Onee-san, do you want me dead or something..."

Marius let out a long, heavy sigh, taking a moment to compose himself before gently wrapping his arms around your neck, a hearty laughter escaping his lips as he snuggled closer.

"I love you."

He whispered, his smile never leaving his face and cheeks still dusted in heavy pink hues.

"I want to bury myself in a hole..."

[mechanichuntsman]

what a great way to try to comeback to sfm with my two favorite bois in a bittersweet scenario lol

[kirayamidemon]

hIS DUDO IS WITH DEUCE MALLEEUS DUO IS WITH DEUCE IM FUCKISNG SCREAMGINGGGGG

[tobynnz]

Non related LBC post here....

But I bought this for a plushie/doll. Because why not

Well uhm, the victim is like uh.. Zuo ran(artem) from tears of themis.

Yeah you heared me right.

BUT LOOK ISN'T HE CUTE??? (don't ask why, I just did)

[taters-for-tots]

NBC COMMUNITY SEASON 1 EPISODE 10 “ENVIRONMENTAL SCIENCE” MY FUCKING BELOVED

[jerseyclown]

#horsegate

[asherasgayagenda]

a little late but trick or treat!!

maybe i just really like working in pink

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

[wodenscild]

GODS DEVANAGARI IS SUCH A COOL SCRIPT I CANT- it is honestly in the running to be one of THE favourites of mine, & is on par with Qaniujaaqpait!! Like Qaniujaaqpait, Devanagari is an ✨alphasyllabary✨ BUT UNLIKE QANIUJAAQPAIT (sorta) IT IS AN ABUGIDA TOO WHICH IS JUST SO NEAT!!! An alphasyllabary is one in which vowels are intrinsically bound to a consonant!! So we have:

ᐱ ᐳ ᐸ (Qaniujaaqpait)

पि पु प (Devanagari)

pi pu pa

In each instance the vowel is bound to the consonant! For Qani this is done by rotating the shape! Direction here is what indicates the vowel, & the shape itself is what indicates the consonant! Devanagari dearest heart on the other hand has more or less explicitly written bound vowels! So <i>, and <u> (there are a tonne more but I went with the 3 primary vowels so it didn’t outmatch Qani) are ि & ु!! BUTTTTTT <a> aint written, it is left implied!! & this is what makes it an abugida!! Which is cool :] it systematically omits one vowel from writing, but writes all others!!

Anyway while this DOES PLAY A MASSIVE PART IN WHY I LOVE IT- WHAT IS PUSHING IT UP TO BEING TIED FOR MY MOST FAVOURITE SCRIPT IS ITS LIGATURES!! Syllabic scripts have different ways for dealing with consonant clusters, some like Mayan Syllabics or Cypriotic Syllabics over spell their words, so something like my name would be “Wo-de-ne-se-ci-li-di”, while others like Qaniujaaqpait or Ainu Katakana fancy letter modding (ᕗᑎᓐᔅᑦᔨᓪᑦ Vu-ti-n-s-t-ji-l-t)- BUT DEVANAGARI TAKES IT A WHOOOLLLLEEEEEE STEP FURTHER- sure letter modding is cool & all- but what if OwO you create a new symbol for that consonant cluster~ WELL THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT DEVAN DOES!! वोदेन्स्चिल्द् (vo-de-nsci-ld)!! WHICH IS SOOOOOOOOOOOO COOL I CANT EVEN!! So the “nsc” is the न्स्च & is a ligature of न (na), स (sa), & च (ca)!! WHICH IS BRUHHHHH IM AGRINNIN’!! & THE “LD” IS THE ल्द् PART WHICH IS JUST A LIGATURE OF ल (la) & द (da) PLUS THE LIL NULL VOWEL MARKER ्!!!

HAAAAAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAAAAA CANT WAIT TO MEMORISE THIS SCRIPT & GET STARTED ON LEARNING HINDI I AM ALREADY HAVING SO MUCH FUN /GEN

[preposterous-birb]

Fish n Chips!

A little drawing with a tabletop character I made for a campaign my friends and I are part of!

[cherrysnax]

sorry for talkin sm

[baby-dr1ver]

pairing: dad!lando x mom!reader

warnings: so much fluff, tooth rotting

a/n: hello all! thank you guys for your endless support and request I've been getting! I promise I haven't forgotten your fics, I'm working on them I swear. here's a fic I wrote a couple of weeks ago while you wait! btw this literally happened in a dream of mine so I feel like I just HAD to write it.

It was an early morning in Monaco, the sun had just risen, there were faint snores coming from beside you. You could make one out to be your husband having just got home from a long race weekend, and your little boy, Atticus. When Lando got home from a race weekend, he made it a habit to put him in our bed to sleep.

You watch the identical faces for just a moment more before jumping out the bed. You loved days after a race, everything felt like it was finally in place again. You especially loved the morning after, you and Lando created a routine that started before your little one was born. You’d wake up before him and run to the little breakfast nook at the end of the block to grab his favorite. 

After dressing, brushing your teeth, yada yada, you set off. You had a pep in your step, bouncing a little with each stride, feeling lighter and lighter knowing your other half was waiting for you at home, snuggled up with your little creation. You giggled to yourself, realizing how crazy you must have looked to the people passing by. 

 The bell rang above the door as you eagerly pushed it open. The owner saw you and smiled, knowing exactly what was coming. “The usual I assume?” She asked cheekily. You blushed and nodded, “Can you add some tater tots and an apple juice please? Atticus has been in a phase lately.” The owner simply nodded as you paid as she got to work.

As you sat in a small table in the corner, you could see a small group of girls looking your way, trying ti be subtle on the fact that they recognized you. You smiled and shyly waved causing the girls to walk over slowly. “Hi! Are you Y/N?” One of the girls asked. “I am! How are you guys this morning?” You were happy to make conversation with them, feeling better at the fact most of Lando’s fans didn’t despise you. After a few minutes of talking about the recent race, what they were excited to see, they asked for a photo. You had one of the workers take it before handing you the food. You waved goodbye to the small group of girls, smiling to yourself at the softhearted interaction. 

You couldn’t contain yourself as you worked your way through the door. You sat everything out on the counter and prepared it like it was a five star meal. You set Lando’s burrito out, eggs, bacon, cheese, on a plate. You scooped some tater tots in a bowl and poured the juice in a small sippy cup for the little one. 

Just as you finished, Lando came trudging down the stairs. He was dressed in gray sweats, no shirt and his hair sticking up in different directions with that sleepy look in his eyes. “Hi baby, welcome home.” You quietly whispered. He came around the counter to where you were standing and latched onto you. 

You stood there completely at ease with him in your arms, the feeling of his heartbeat against yours, his warm tan skin, the smell of his cologne-everything about him made your heart sing. He started placing small kisses on your cheek and jaw, no hidden intention behind it, just wanted to feel your skin under his lips. He pulls away with a groan, “I forgot the babe upstairs.” I giggled and pushed up towards the stairs, and watch him lumber up to your room to grab Atticus. 

You tuned back to the food for a moment before setting it on the island so everyone could reach it easily. Lando came down the stairs holding your baby boy, dressed the same, with identical looks of tiredness and you audibly cooed. “Hi my little star,” You grabbed a tot from his bowl, hid it behind your back, and walked closer to softly pinched the babes cheek. “did daddy dress you the same?” Atticus pulled his gummy smile, only a couple of teeth in the front, and rubbed his bright green eyes. Lando placed his hand around your waist to pull you closer to him. “It’s kind of unfair that I carried you for nine months but you’re a carbon copy of your dad.” You ruffled his curly hair. Lan huffed, “Could be worse.” You nodded in agreement and pulled the tot from behind your back and offered it to Atticus. His eyes lit up seeing his favorite food. His chubby fingers reached out and snatched it from your hand and tried to put the whole thing in his mouth. You and Lan laughed before he gently pulled it away. “My little duckling, you can’t just shove it like that, you’ve got to bite.” Lando tried to imitate a bite so Atty could do the same. Instead, he started to laugh and shoved the whole thing in his mouth. 

“Yeah, that’s your son love” Lando looked down at you with a disgruntled look, making you join in on the laughter. You lay your head on his shoulder and like it was a reflex, softly kissed your forehead. Atticus leaned down, sticky hand out to lay on your cheek, and tried to kiss your forehead just like his father did moments before. It ended up leaving a wet mark on your forehead, it’s not like he knew had to give his mom a kiss, he was just trying to copy his dad. 

You heard Lando take a big breath in, and without looking away from Atticus, 

“Let’s have another one.”

“Lando!”