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Gwen isn't even mad because she knows how it is when you give Merlin a lil' smooch on reflex.

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[lewis talking to new mechanic near mercedes garage with a bunch of 13~15 people walking behind him]

new mechanic: wow, what's that small crowd, are they mostly in different team uniforms?

lewis *turning around*: oh, that's the lestappen family

mechanic: what do you mean?

lewis: well charles has his brother who's an f2 driver and also kids like ollie, oscar, maya and a few more from f2,f3 and f1 academy, max has kids like kimi, franco, liam, gabriel, hamda and isaac and a few more from f3 and f1 academy, and since max and charles are together their kids become one big family... yeah...

mechanic: and all the teams ok with that?

lewis: if anyone tries to tell them something about their children, both max and charles will make sure it's the last thing they say in their lives. so we've all just accepted it and don't bother them. the main thing is that the children are happy

[Chaos and screams can be heard in the background]

max: LIAM! i asked you to be more polite with the younger ones! apologize to kimi right now!

charles: yeah liam i didn't expect that from you, i'm very disappointed, you won't be watching The Cars today

liam: but... i...

lewis*sighs and walks away from it*: f*ck... again...

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I need a fic where Nico Rosberg is the grid dad of all the younger drivers (Lando, Oscar, Logan, Alex, Lance etc. (+Max because who wouldn’t adopt max???) without the older drivers knowing (Jenson knows because he and Britney are bestieees). And the older drivers think they are their grid dads. So Charles (he isn’t Nico’s grid kid because seb) thinks Oscar is his grid kid and Lewis thinks max and lando are his and Fernando has lance and Logan (in my head it makes sense).

So one day they all hang out in someone’s drivers room and Max is having a panic attack and their Lewis and the other grid dads can’t calm him down and Oscar is like “I’m going to get mom” (it’s what they all collectively call Nico to tease him) and the grid dads are confused because why would Oscar get Nicole piastri? And suddenly Oscar walks in with freaking Nico Britney Rosberg in tow who quickly calms down all his kids ( they all started to freak out because they couldn’t stop max panic attack)

And that’s how they all found out they share the custody of their grid kids.

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Pin for survivors

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Fontaine! 🩵

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Since the discussion of commenting on ao3 (or really any creative work) is going around, just a reminder that your comments don't have to be this pristine pinnacle of human joy. You can just say "i want to eat this art" "i want this carved into my ribcage" etc etc. The intense and strange genuineness carries through - we understand that it moved you so deeply that you are experiencing a visceral love for it

And you don't even have to say that!! You can literally just be like "<3" "i love this" "beautiful" etc etc. The fact you took a brief moment out of your day to comment at all means so much more than you can imagine

So yeah comment on shit that makes you happy or moves you in some way

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(i am not immune to hozier)

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ive been complaining about how the doctor was pretty alright in stranded while the tardis was dead for a good while now. since july. so i compiled moments where he is decidedly not okay in ravenous because the tardis isnt okay

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We’ve been played for fucking fools

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disco enjolras out of context

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thinking about her (the ghost barbie from the 2012 haunted beauty series)...

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Lucien Falize, Bracelet, around 1880. Pearls, enamel, gold. Paris. Schmuckmuseum Pforzheim, Photo Günther Meyer

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i accept constructive criticism

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don't boo me i'm right

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fantasia (1940)

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Hydrangeas and Other Garden Flowers - John Ross Key , 1882.

American, 1832-1920 Oil on canvas, 36 x 20 in.