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ih34rt-lanceystrxlly · 19 days

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Getting out of her shell

table of contents/pairing: oscar piastri x reader

summary: she had big shoes to fill at Mercedes and the added pressure of being a rookie, she knew that. On top of that, she was finding it hard to open up with the media, the rest of the grid, even her own teammate. All it took was a little push from a certain papaya driver to get her out of her shell...

warnings: mentions of a crash and alcohol (also I refuse to proof read, so sorry !!)

message from A☆: I swear I've been working on this on and off for months !! This ones a pretty long one, so grab a snack and a drink, plus I'm super proud of this fic, and I really hope you enjoy...

"She's like a ghost in the motorhome, I swear. If she doesn't need to be anywhere she's just alone in her driver's room with her headphones in." George said with a scoff, talking with Alex, Logan, and Oscar about his new teammate.

"She's even like that outside, I mean, look at her now..." Alex pointed over to Y/N, and he had a point. The new Mercedes driver was always alone in the paddock, but she never felt lonely. Well, at least not all the time. It was in Y/N's nature, she was a very reserved and quiet person, always had been. She was leaning against a wall, separated from the other drivers who were all talking with each other before the drivers parade began. She has her headphones in, as usual, and seemed to be staring at something no one else could see. Oscar looked at her for a little longer than he should've, he felt a little pang in his chest, but he pushed the feeling away.

"Mate...Oscar, snap out of it" Logan said while snapping at Oscar to retrieve him from his trance.

Seconds later, they were all called to board the vehicle of the parade, and Oscar still kept looking at her. He looked at her as if she was a riddle he wanted to solve, he wanted to know why she was so quiet. But that would never happen, right?

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It was lap 10 of the Grand Prix, it'd barely started. Oscar was in P8, Y/N close behind him. They hadn't even reached turn 4 when their cars go wheel to wheel. Only Oscar comes out unscathed. Y/N's car veers off the track, just barely bumping the barriers. Minutes later, she's out of the car, physically fine but inside she wants to start sobbing.

"Is she ok? Is she out of the car yet?" Oscar asks over his team radio, the slightest hint of guilt in his voice.

"Don't worry Oscar, she's out and ok...more importantly, are you ok? Is you car fine?" His engineer chimes in over the radio. Oscar says everything is fine, but he still feels like something is off.

Back in the Mercedes paddock, Y/N is being checked up on. The crash wasn't horrible, but even that slight impact could've caused injury. She's antsy the whole time, wanting to go hide in her driver's room until the day was over. She put too much pressure on herself, she knew that, but she couldn't help it. She was the only rookie on the grid, and on top of that she had replaced the Lewis Hamilton. She'd be insane if she didn't beat herself up at least a little bit...but there was something different about this time. It was like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders and it was suffocating her with a crushing force. As soon as the medic and Toto gave her the ok, she ran off to her driver's room as fast as she could. Once there she closed the door frantically, slid down to the floor and just started sobbing. It's not like she had anyone to turn to, she wasn't even friends with her own teammate, this was one of those times when she did feel lonely in the paddock. And there wasn't much she could do about it.

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The race was over by then, Oscar placed P6. Sure, he was happy to be in the points, but there was still something wrong. He saw Y/N as the post race interviews, he notice how her eyes looked a little redder, her lashes clumped together in that way they do when someone's been crying. She'd been crying. He could tell. Another wave of guilt washed over him, but he was quickly snapped out of his daydream by a journalist pointing a microphone at him.

All the drivers make their rounds with the interviews, media necessities, post race debriefs with their teams, and they've reached the point in the night when everyone is leaving the paddock. As Oscar's leaving, he sees Y/N leaving too, she looked tired. He had to apologize. So he caught up to her and tapped her on the shoulder.

"Y/N, hey, I just wanted to see if you're ok..." He said a little breathlessly.

"Oh no, no, I'm fine, really, it's fine" She says with a bit of a shake in her voice, but her face said otherwise. Her eyes looked tired and she looked deflated.

"I know it's not...come on, you can tell me." He said in a soft tone, he didn't have to apologize or even speak to her, but something in his heart told him he needed to.

"I just feel so much pressure...and it's not like the team or Toto is on my ass, it's all just in my head. And social media. But it's just so hard when I replaced the fucking Lewis Hamilton! Plus the fact that I'm the only rookie and a girl for that mater...it's just all too much." She said with a sigh. "And I mean, have you seen the shit people say about me on the internet? It's just...exhausting." She punctuated her sentence with a groan. "And the crash made all my emotions just kind of blow up in my face...I'm sorry." She took a deep breath, rubbing her face.

"There's no need to be sorry, Y/N. Just know you can always talk to me...ok? In fact, let me give you my number, just incase." He gestured for her to give him her phone, so she opened the messages app and gave it to him. He typed in his number and sent himself a text, then gave her phone back and promptly got out his so he could save her number.

"You know you don't have to be this nice to me, right?" She looked up at him with slightly furrowed brows.

"I know, but I want to...I'll see you around Y/N." He gave her a soft smile and headed towards the paddock's exit, she just watched him leave with a confused smile on her face. Now, maybe she wasn't so lonely after all.

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Her and Oscar became fast friends, she reminded him of himself earlier into his rookie season. She was so shy and reserved, to some maybe she even seemed stoic, but deep down she was a really kind and funny person. And maybe that wasn't all Oscar liked about Y/N. He loved the way her eyes lit up when she talked about racing or anything she really loved, her little nervous tics and that face she'd make when she was really concentrated, he loved every little thing about her. Now when they hung around together in the paddock, he was almost like her guard dog (and also her social crutch, but that's besides the point !). He really helped her open up to the other drivers, even if she didn't become best friends with all of them. And most importantly, he was always there for her when everything just felt too much, he was always the first person she'd call. And he loved that feeling, of knowing it was him who could comfort her when nothing else could. It made him feel close to her. But something still made his cheeks flush and chest tingle when he was close to her. Maybe he didn't want to be just friends. But at the same time, he knew nothing could truly happen. At least that's what he thought.

It was much later in the season now, in fact it was already over and it was almost time for the FIA prize giving ceremony. Oscar hadn't won anything, but Y/N got rookie of the year. She was nervous for the ceremony, that's for sure, even if he had helped her get out of her shell. But she had a great idea as to how to calm her nerves, and that's when she called Oscar.

"Hey!" She said as Oscar picked up.

"Y/N, hey, what's up?"

"So you know how I'm really nervous about the whole prize ceremony thing?"

"Mhm"

"Can you come with me? Not as a date, I mean you would technically be my date...but like my plus one, as friends!" She rambled a bit nervously.

"I'd love to Y/N." He said with a chuckle.

"You don't have to-"

"I want to Y/N, you know I don't mind"

"Ok then...my dress is green, obviously. But you can just wear black if you want."

"Alright, perfect." He chuckled into the phone.

"Ok, I'll text you more info later, bye!"

"Bye..." He said as Y/N hung up, he couldn't wait.

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It was the night of the Prize Giving Ceremony, and Y/N was a nervous wreck. She was so thankful to have Oscar with her, who held her hand the entire time. She looked stunning in the emerald green gown she had on, Oscar had a basic black suit that was tailored perfectly to his body. The ceremony itself went very smoothly, and as it got later the real fun began. Y/N and Oscar drank and danced the night away, but as she drank more, Y/N's thoughts just started to pour out with no filter. It wasn't until they were walking back to the hotel that she truly began to ramble.

"I don't really know why you agreed to this, I mean, I am such a loser." she giggled.

"You're not a loser, Y/N, far from it actually."

"Oscar, you're my only friend, and anyways I don't even know why. I feel like I cling to you too much, and I'm annoying, an-"

"Y/N you're no-" He gently held her biceps to make her face him as he spoke, but he was then cut off by her.

"I am though, I am, and everyone else knows it too. I shouldn't have replaced Lewis, I-" She continued to ramble, until Oscar cut her off.

"Look Y/N, I love you, ok?I just...you're so perfect and beautiful and talented, and it's just not fair that you're so insecure." He said with his hands still gripping her biceps. Her cheeks were flushed, partially from the alcohol, and she looked up at him wide-eyed.

"I...I love you too." She said with a light, drunken giggle. That's when he finally leaned in and kissed her, it was an almost frantic kiss. Like he'd die if he didn't kiss her. She happily reciprocated it, even if she went a little softer. Thank god for the Aussie that helped her get out of her shell.

#f1 #f1 x reader #oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x y/n #oscar piastri imagine

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norrisleclercf1 · 6 months

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Street racer Lando whose easily distracted because you turn up looking super hot

A/N: I have a couple more of these, in my inbox, but here you go babes

"Honestly, it's not that hard." Lando snips, Max scuffs as he wasn't going to fall for that. Charles looks over from the drinks as the music booms loudly in the house.

Just their annual house party, letting Carlos and Pierre invite everyone to the party. Of course, the invitation was extended to you. Lando's sweet and cool new girlfriend. The others were proud of Lando, having been crushing on you for so long.

"Hey? Where's Y/n?" Carlos comes up, handing off a red cup to Lando. Lando sniffs it and makes a face, but Carlos quickly switches his and Lando's cup. "Sorry," Lando sighs sipping on his coke. "I don't know, she's still getting comfortable with me doing this whole street racing thing. Not pushing it," Max makes a face.

For some reason, you two had become quiet close and he knew it doesn't bother you. "Please," Lando looks up, but stops mouth dropping open in shock. "What?" Carlos and Max turn and stare as you walk in, waving to Oscar who blushes and about runs into a wall with Logan.

Lando swallows thickly, like cotton was going down. You wore these pretty thick black heels which has little orange straps. A dress that hugged everything right and your hair pulled up into this gorgeous style. That made his hand twitch with wanting to tangle it in there and pull. Makeup was delicate, with black eyeliner and soft orange eyeshadow.

You turn, shrugging off your jacket that in big orange letters Norris was there, fuck you were wearing one of his street racing jackets. "Damn, I think she doesn't have a problem with it." Charles shouts and walks over to you. Kissing you on the cheek he hands you an unopened bottle and leads you to your boyfriend.

"Hey, Max." Max smiles and tips his head to you. Turning you blush, feeling nervous under your boyfriend's watchful eye. "Fuck, I mean," Lando shakes his head placing his cup down. "You look, woah. Just, yeah." Lando couldn't find the words.

You place your hand in his open one and he spins you around taking you all in. "You wore my jacket," Lando breathes and that has oyu freezing for a moment. "Is that okay? It's cold and I figured we'd be going.....out and I wanted to be comfortable, and it smells like you," Lando shuts up your rambles with a kiss.

Pulling back you lean into his body heat. "It's more than okay, it's fucking perfect." Lando kisses you again, this time his fingers find their way into your hair tugging it. "So perfect, god." Pulling away you blush seeing Carlos smirking at you two.

"Hey love birds, time to go." Carlos smacks Lando on the shoulder who doesn't even look away from you. "Lan, we got to go." Lando jolts back into reality and laughs, embarrassed by the fact he's so caught up in you.

"Right, right we're going." Lando gathers all your stuff as Charles glares, "Be careful." "Yeah, mom." Max groans getting smacked in the head with a can. Lando stands in the doorway walking you put on his jacket and goes all warm inside.

"Jesus, Lan. Either walk or fall I don't care, fucking move." Max groans shoving past into the crisp air. "I think he won't be driving tonight." Oscar snickers as Lando follows you like a puppy. "20, he doesn't even get there and they somehow end up back here." Logan chuckles and Oscar rolls his eyes.

Logan won.

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fxrmuladaydreams · 8 months

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oooo ok poly with lando and oscar

reader and oscar are dating and have been for awhile but kept it private so not many know, the reader is a f1 driver and a rookie with oscar so the grid just thinks there best friends and maybe lando thinks the two are super hot but can’t admit he likes them both, but he doesn’t know the two have been hinting and trying to get him to join them in their relationship and maybe reader oscar and lando are at a club with some drivers and someone is hitting on the reader, pretty badly like trying to touch her and everything so oscar punches him and checks on reader kinda letting the people they went with to the club they are together and maybe lando sees that and realizes he does have feelings for both of them ams bolts outside to try and breath and the two follow him and they get in a relationship

send me lando, oscar, & poly landoscar thots for mclaren night

It would definitely be on “oh shit” moment for Lando. I think he’d maybe not really realize exactly what he felt towards the two of you, but maybe when he see’s someone flirting with you he feels that same protective urge in him that Oscar feels for you, and whilst Oscar is checking up on you he also wants to check up on Oscar, because he just decked a guy in a club. Then it all comes crashing down on Lando all at once.

All of a sudden it’s getting hard to breathe in the club. His chest feels tighter, his lungs feel like they’re closing up. He pushes past groups of people that give him weird looks. When he finally gets outside he leans against a wall and takes a few deep breaths.

He feels awful. How could he have feelings for not only his teammate but his teammate’s girlfriend as well? He feels that pressure in his chest start to build up again, until he feels a hand on his arm.

Oscar is standing there, a concerned look on his face as his eyes dart back and forth between Lando’s. You’re standing with Oscar, an arm wrapped around his bicep.

Lando feels his heart start to calm down as he closes his eyes and starts breathing slowly again.

“Are you okay mate?” Oscar asks once Lando has calmed down.

He nods, but looks down at the ground, not wanting to look up at either of you.

“Lando, are you sure? Do you want us to take you somewhere else?” You offer, now letting go of Oscar to stand on Lando’s other side. When he doesn’t look like he’s got an answer you make a decision for him. “C’mon, lets go back to the hotel. We can have a movie night.” You lace your fingers with his and pull him towards the car you took.

Back at the hotel you all lay down on the bed, Lando between the two of you as you watch whatever movies you can find. You all slowly drift off to sleep and wake up in a mess of limbs. You’re laying against Lando’s chest, who’s got an arm wrapped around Oscar.

It’s then that you and Oscar realize that maybe you enjoy having Lando there with the two of you more than a friend would.

#lando norris x reader #oscar piastri x reader #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #poly landoscar x reader #mclaren night

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unformula1 · 2 months

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Changed (LS2 x OP81)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ synopsis: Logan thinks about Oscar. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri w/c: 645 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: messy but eh. hopefully this becomes a series (yea?) day 16 of loscar posts until we get a loscar podium! (series masterlist) masterlist ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan didn’t know when it started, when everything started to fall apart at the seams, when the four walls came crashing down, when life started to make less sense.

All he did know was that Oscar wasn’t there.

“Promise?” Logan asks.

“Always.” Oscar assures.

“Always there?” “Promise.”

It was just a bunch of empty, pointless promises.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, they were kids, naive and innocent, unaware of how the world would treat both of them differently.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, how was he supposed to know that he would find someone better eventually.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, he never expected Oscar to keep his promises anyway. As he grew older, he knew that their promises would eventually fall apart.

He couldn’t blame Oscar, he really couldn’t.

Logan leans against the walls of his drivers’ room. The silence is deafening, it��s just him and his thoughts which aren't always good. He’s forced to sit down and run through everything in his head.

They’re usually messy jumbles of information which he’ll probably forget within hours, faded memories like old reports turning yellow and crystal clear mistakes which will never go away.

He throws a ball against the wall, it bounces back and he catches it. It’s stupid, but it helps to arrange Logan’s thoughts. It’s pathetic. Who the hell throws balls against the wall to think properly?

If younger Logan could see him now, he can only imagine the disappointment on his face. The sighs coming out from his mouth, the subtle head shakes.

Logan forces himself to stop messing around with his thoughts. He rolls the ball to one side of the room and steps out of his driver’s room. Usually this shouldn’t be hard, but it is. It’s unbearably difficult for Logan to walk into the paddock and see everyone but him having fun.

He makes his way around the paddock, finding something to occupy his mind with. It’s harder than he expects. He loiters around the different garages before finally landing at the McLaren garage.

Oscar’s face is plastered on the giant entryway, Logan looks at it for a solid few seconds before kicking a tiny pebble on the ground and walking off. He looks back at it one more time. He misses Oscar.

He really does.

Oscar used to be that one constant in his life, the one who would always be there for him, the one who always regarded Logan as his first choice. Not anymore. Oscar had someone else, he had something more important to focus on.

They used to be a perfect pair, made for each other, crafted to be each other’s halves and now they were a wilting rose, a loose thread hanging on to whatever’s left, an invisible string losing its glow.

It was absolutely devastating to think about it. Logan wipes the small tear that he shed.

Just like the universe playing some sick trick on Logan, Oscar walks out of the garage, standing super close to Lando, who follows him. A media crew surrounds him. They’re probably filming some media day content which reminds Logan he needs to head back for media day filming too.

He looks one more time at the McLaren duo and for a split second, him and Oscar lock eyes. Logan gives Oscar a smile and suddenly, everything slows down and Logan feels the rising urge in him to just run over and hug Oscar.

Then reality comes back and hits him in the head, Oscar turns away, barely acknowledging Logan’s presence.

Logan stands there as the McLaren duo walk off, camera crew following behind.

Logan feels his world crashing around him, not even a smile back, not a glance, nothing. Everything was gone.

Everything’s changed, nothing stayed the same, it’s all different now.

It was like peeling the petals of a rose, wondering if they love you back and ending up with the last petal of “he loves me not”.

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f1-disaster-bi · 4 days

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Do you write Oscar/Lando pairing? :) I had an idea of Oscar coming to the team, excited to get to know Lando, only to find grumpy, stand offish and cold Lando with lot of anxiety. He is having hard time to deal with all the pressure, but Oscar slowly breaks down his walls

This idea is super cute anon!

It's not a pairing I have dabbled much in beyond a few short writings, and I don't have time to write a full fic exploring all of that but I can give you some rambles for it!

Lando, when Oscar joins the team, is under a lot of pressure. He has the car to deal with, the fall out of the last season, there's eyes on him and of course, people reminding him at every turn that he still hasn't won a race despite knowing the car is shit.

He now also is the oldest in the team. He's the driver with more expereince, the one expected to help Oscar settle in and get used to F1 the way Carlos did for him, and Lando is just struggling with all of that so when he meets Oscar, he's closed off. He's helpful, but he keeps his walls up to stop himself seeming like a mess to Oscar. He's trying to be strong and cool and the one that Oscar can lean on. All while drowning.

Oscar kinda figures it out after a while. He notices Lando's obession with data, with doing as much work as he can. He notices the way Lando's smiles don't reach his eyes, and how sometimes doing media things leaves Lando absolutely exhuasted.

Slowly, Oscar tries to get closer off camera. He start bringing Lando coffee when they're at the MTC. He brings them snacks, and cracks jokes that make Lando smile. He starts hanging around with him during breaks, chatting to him, and slowly Lando starts to banter back but for real. There is no fake smiles any more, no forced laughter.

Lando starts to relax and open up to Oscar, and eventually lets Oscar see "what a mess I am", but Oscar doesn't think he's a mess and makes sure to tell him that.

#landoscar #lando/oscar #oscar/lando #if anyone wants to take this idea and run with if for anon please do!

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writing-whump · 1 month

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I'm in the fluffiest mood lately, so how about a no stakes sickfic. Movie night and the trip (Matt, Sel/Zaya) are home and decide to put on something like spiderverse or smth else, point being, either Isaiah or Matt gets super motion sick from it

Something fluffy it is. Thank you for the ask, Soup!!💙

Cinema sickness

The middle position was the best.

Matthew didn't notice when exactly they started to fight for it like that, but it was increasingly a place one of them got as special treat.

Like of course, when Isaiah was having his not so heart episodes that Seline still didn't know the cause of or when he was emotional. Then it wad Seline herself with a fever. She also usurped the spot most openly when she was well.

Matthew was a little too embarrassed to be that forward. Not when he was feeling fine.

They bought a camera projector they have been saving for a few months. Seline dreamed about the home cinema early on and Isaiah was such a movie buff, it was only to be expected.

Matthew found the cinema experience tiresome because of all the people, so their own private living room cinema because of the projector? Sounded fun. Though the cinema made for good people training.

"You guys didn't watch the second Spiderverse movie yet, right?" Seline said, taking control of the chromcast with her phone to put it on.

"I didn't see the first one either," Matthew grumbled as she climbed up between him and Isaiah who was scrolling through IMDb. He had a thing for ratings, while Seline loved comments and spoilers.

Matthew considered himself the only sane and commonly invested movie person. He liked to get surprised.

"The animation is out of this world. The first movie got an Oscar for it too, but they went overboard and beyond with the second. Each universe has a different animation style! It's the perfect movie for a cinema." Seline waved her phone in front of Matthew enthusiastically.

"Isn't animation for children?"

Isaiah and Seline both gave him scandalised looks. "In what hole did you live until now for such an outdated opinion?" Isaiah asked teasingly.

Matthew rolled his eyes. Didn't look like he would have a say today.

"I don't think you need the first one to understand," Seline said thoughtfully as she put the movie on. "They explain it pretty well, plus I can always explain things to you if you need it."

"You are still more of a fan of the first one, aren't you?" Isaiah said, bumping against her. They were sitting shoulder to shoulder, all three of them.

"I think the character development is simply better there? Also the relationships. The focus on bad mentor and a confused kid and different father figures...this one goes more into the romance storyline-"

"The focus just shifts from him to her's all-"

Matthew shook his head. "Alright, quit it. I want to see for myself."

The movie looked like a very expensive video game. The animation really was something else. Matthew understood quickly they would not be able to film stuff like this for real.

So many colours and so much quick movement. Their living room wall was basically flickering, going from one side of the colour spectrum to the next at rapid speed that had his head spinning.

How could there be so much happening on the screen? It was downright impossible to catch it all.

His eyes felt tired from it. It was all so fast and coupled with the music it was downright aggressive.

Matthew didn't notice when, but the left side of his head felt like someone held it in a vice grip. The more he watched and tried to make sense of what was happening, the more his left temple pounded in unison with his heart.

He found himself shaking his head to clear his vision, rubbing at the side of his face. He even tried closing one eye and then the other. But the images just kept coming and there was some kind of dramatic scene with spidermen all over the screen and damn, his head really hurt.

Seline was leaning her head against Isaiah's shoulder, her legs stretched out and touching them both. Her lap seemed very inviting.

Matt leaned to the side experimentally. He wanted to go slow and see how that would be taken, but the possibility of getting some cover from the screen was getting more irresistible by the second.

He slumped down into Seline's lap, twisting so his face was against her stomach. The lights were all over the living room, reaching even to the windows and the kitchen. No hiding from them.

Matthew closed his eyes, face buried in Seline's belly. He secured her from squirming with his arm over her torso, stretched out all the way to Isaiah's tight. If the other wolf wanted to protest or made any move of displeasure, Matt would quickly notice from that position.

His head hurt. Why just the left side of his face? It was tingling.

Everything was moving too much. The dizzying spinning sensation didn't quite go away, although he had his eyes squeezed shut and wasn't looking.

Not to mention he was starting to feel vaguely queasy, his dinner sloshing in his stomach angrily.

"Mattie, you aren't watching," Seline admonished softly. Her hand went into his hair though, petting it softly. He melted under her touch, grateful for a pleasant feeling to focus on.

Suddenly there was the incredible sound of the movie stopping.

"Matt? You tired?" Isaiah asked, shifting somewhere behind his head.

"Mhhhhhhhhmmmm." Was he that obvious? Suspicious? He wanted to stay huddled there in the softness, thanks.

Isaiah's hand landed on his arm. The older wolf reserved his touches for when Matthew felt sick. But they were so physically close these days, because of Seline of course, no other reason, Matthew kind of craved it, even when he didn't need it.

Or maybe it would count now. But he didn't want to ruin the celebratory mood by being a baby. It was a stupid children's movie, for God's sake.

"We can just call it a night, I think. Continuation tomorrow," Isaiah suggested, ever the peace keeper trying to accommodate everyone.

It sounded nice to not continue the movie in any case. But going to bed created a new set of problems.

Matthew would have to move.

Seline wiggled under his head. "You are heavy," she said playfully. She seemed more open to the gesture than Matthew expected. For no reason at all.

Matthew hummed non-committalally not sure how to explain or escape his predicament without losing his dinner. His stomach was churning angrily and his head was still pounding, sound or not.

Isaiah chucked. "You can sleep here for all I care, but at least let the lady get her PJs."

Matthew huffed at that, but opening his mouth wasn't a good idea. A little burp escaped, muffled against Seline's ribcage.

Seline's fingers in his hair stilled. "Mattie? You feeling alright?"

Did she notice that he got burpy when he was about to spew? He could just be full. Damn it all, the risks of living with people so closely.

Another burp, this time a little louder and wetter. Matthew pressed his face closer into Seline's shirt. It smelled of rain and ozone and grapefruit.

He felt both of their gazes on him without looking. They were probably mouthing something to each other at this point. He could picture it vividly.

The pain in his left temple spiked and he moaned quietly.

Seline's cold hand cupped his nape, stroking his neck up to his cheek where she could reach.

"...If I move, I'll hurl," he admitted finally, figuring he should inform her of the danger she was currently in.

The sigh came from Isaiah though, as the raven haired man moved gently away from the sofa into the direction of the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Is your belly upset?"

Jesus, that sounded childish when she said it like that. Not to mention that weird new Mattie nickname.

"Headhurtss," he manged to get through his gritted teeth, still entirely muffled against her stomach. It was quiet, churning only gently, like a purring cat.

"Has it been hurting for long?" She sounded amazingly calm considering he was lying across her lap. "You seemed fine to me," she said with puzzlement. He could imagine the way her forehead creased, a little wrinkle between her eyebrows as she thought back about the evening.

He opened his mouth the respond, but another burp rushed out instead. Pocket of air against her stomach. Saliva was flooding his mouth.

Matthew loosed his hold on her reluctantly, turning so he would be lying on her knees. He covered his eyes with his hands. "Ow."

Seline placed her hands on both sides of his face. "Where?" Her voice was impossibly soft.

He pushed her cool hand - how was it so cool? - against the left side of his forehead.

He felt more than saw two of her fingertips on his temple, making tiny circular movements against it. She bowled over him, her lips hovering over his ear. "How is this? Should I stop?"

"No, that's nice," he said, relaxing a little. The gentle pressure felt good against the pain, though his stomach was still roiling.

Isaiah came back then, the sofa dipping under his weight as he knelt on Matthew's other side. "I got a bowl if you need it."

"Not the nice popcorn bowl, come on," Seline complained, lifting her head.

"It's big and deep," Isaiah protested, sounding amused.

Matthew groaned at the banter. The headache was giving away a bit at the message, but the nausea rose steadily no matter what he did. He felt air in his throat and spit flooding his mouth. He didn't want to move away from Seline's fingers or the attention, but his stomach cramped angrily then.

It had him shooting up into general direction of up. Except he felt dizzy right away, swaying and moaning.

Isaiah grabbed his shoulder to steady him.

Matthew held his eyes shut against the spinning of the room, trusting him to have the bowl at the right place, cause he couldn't aim. His head exploded on his left side with the sensation and puke rocketed into his mouth.

He was right to trust him. The vomit made a splashing sound against the bowl without him even looking, Isaiah holding it under hid chin.

Seline's hands came to cup his forehead from behind. "You are okay, you are okay. Just get it up."

Matthew gave in to his body completely then, a little more voluntarily at the support. His senses were all over the place. He couldn't tell which was was up and down and his left side of the face as pounding and burning from warmth.

More waves of vomit came, easier to bring up now that he wasn't fighting it. When he thought he would catch a break, a loud burp brought in one more splash and then two more. His back arched, only Isaiah's hold on his shoulder keeping him upright. The sofa was moving like a water bed.

When he was finished, he spat the rest of the foul taste and slumped blindly back into Seline's lap. He wanted her nice scent and her cool hands and the little message against his temple that had a drilling machine against it.

"Better now?" she asked, her hands on his face just like he wanted, stroking his cheek and forehead.

"Mhhhhhhhhhmmmm." There was a relief from the nausea, but he was still afraid to open his eyes.

He could vaguely sense Isaiah's movements as he got rid of the bowl, returned to position it next to Matthew. Then circled around, fitting himself into the opening between Matthew's side and the sofa.

Matthew wasn't sure when vomiting because a group activity, or if he shouldn't apologise or feel embarrassed for making a fool of himself.

He sighed contendly as Seline went back to massaging his temple. Isaiah was rubbing his arm gently, as if to remind him he was there.

And who was Matthew to refuse the middle spot?

#sickfic #motion sick #emeto #hurt/comfort #whump #werewolf wip #my writing #Matt

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petit-papillion · 10 days

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FP1:

Several drivers already cutting it very close to the barriers and ripping off advertising.

ZHO ripped off more than that and lost his end plate.

Which Charles promptly drove over and then got it stuck under his car, before a red flag could be called to clean up the debris.

Pierre was having PU issues and ended up being able to put in only a handful of laps

P1: HAM | P2: PIA | P3: RUS

FP2: Charles was 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 !!

P1: LEC / P2: HAM / P3: ALO

FP3:

Charles was again on fire and finished at the top of the list. I honestly can't recall anything else happening!

P1: LEC / P2: VER / P3: HAM

Quali:

In Q1 plastic from advertising had wrapped around Charles's front wing end plate, messing up the aerodynamics and leading to much slower laps than anticipated.

Shock exit for PER as he placed P18 with only the Saubers behind him.

GAS managed to make it to Q3 much to Pierre's delight as he was shouting on the radio when told he was P5 in Q2. Teammate OCO ended in P11.

Bad luck seemed to follow Charles again as he reported something moved in the pedals, but he still took provisional pole.

Another super lap in the final stages of Q3 gave Charles his third pole in Monaco with an incredible 1:10:27.

Haas drivers HUL and MAG qualified P12 and P15 respectively, but ended up getting disqualified because they changed their wing and did no measure the height correctly. This meant a pit lane start for both of them.

Petit's Race Notes:

Ah, where to begin? Oh, I know!

CHARLES LECLERC WINS THE 2024 MONACO GRAND PRIX!!!!!!

Fingers and toes crossed at the start, but Charles was quick off the line. But behind him chaos unfolded...

Carlos bumped into Oscar and got himself a puncture which led to a yellow flag.

Next Checo and Kevin collided as K-Mag tried to squeeze through and Perez did not give him any space. PER hit the wall, got hit by MAG again, and then HUL also got hit for good measure.

The end result was that PER's car was reduced to the survival cell, debris was scattered all over the race track, both Haas's were out, and we had a 45-minute red flag for clean up and barrier repairs.

Meanwhile elsewhere on track OCO drove into GAS launching himself in the air and damaging both Alpines in the process. Gasly's car was repairable, but Ocon was out. He also received a 5-place grid penalty for Montreal and 2 points on his license. And Alpine is even rumoured to be considering having him sit out the next race...

With the red flag thrown before all cars entered sector 2, the order was reset for a second start.

Which meant Carlos (who'd been able to make it back to the garage) started again in P4, and Charles had to have another good start to keep his position.

This time all went well, and we were in for 75 laps of anxiety (Charles fans) / boredom (everyone else).

George (in mediums) backed up the pack, so it was 🔴🟡🔴🟡 at the front (McLarens in their special yellow Senna livery).

ALO led his usual DRS train - under the assumption he was P10 (found out after the finish that he was actually P11).

The remaining 16 (!!!) cars all made it to the finish line without further incidents.

Pierre Gasly scored his first point of the season.

There were only 6 pit stops the entire race.

After much nail biting and some lovely team radio sound bites, Charles came across the finish line and FINALLY won his home Grand Prix! 🙌

Not a dry eye in the house at the podium celebrations! The royal family was elated, with Prince Albert II crying, Charles's football buddies pumping their fists in the air, and the Prince also getting in on the champagne spraying.

Oscar was the only non-Ferrari man on the podium, but having been recently "adopted" by Charles, he was part of the family!

Watching on below the podium: girlfriend Alex, Mum Pascale, brothers Lorenzo (with girlfriend Charlotte) and Arthur, Joris, John Elkann, Andrea, Nicolas Todt, and the entire Ferrari team, with Ale lifting the P1 sign over his head! The Monaco/Italy anthem combo hadn't sounded like this since Monza 2019! 😍

Charles has already told Bryan over team radio that he wanted everyone to stay for celebrations, and celebrate they did - well into the night!

Fred and Charles also made good on their agreement to jump into the harbour (originally from 2018 when it was about scoring points).

Charles continues his streak of top 4 finishes this season, and is now only 31 points behind Max in the WDC.

Top 3: P1: LEC | P2: PIA | P3: SAI

Fastest lap: Lewis Hamilton

Driver of the Day: Charles Leclerc

Fastest pit stop: Red Bull/Max Verstappen (2:10)

📷 Scuderia Ferrari, F1

#race 8 of 24 #monaco gp 2024 #race week summary #mon24 race summary #f1 2024 season #charles leclerc #charles wins monaco

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i’m so confused as to how everyone seemingly came to the collective consensus that the dream premiere was some huge pivotal moment/statement for taekook. i don’t rlly understand how them showing up to a movie premiere together is a huge deal? it’s not like they waltzed in holding hands or anything like that. it very well could have just been two close friends/bandmates going to a movie premiere together bc why not? if any two other members had gone to a movie premiere together it would be seen as completely platonic and normal so why is tkk going made out to be some crazy brave and “wow” moment for them? everyone knows they’re friends. is it just bc jk was shy? bc that’s pretty normal for him tbh especially given that it was his first public outing since being on hiatus for a long time and only doing weverse lives from his house/gym.

also everyone seems to have concluded that they were definitely intentionally wearing queer coded clothes when honestly their outfits were pretty normal. ppl just dug extensively into the background of every item they wore and found some far-off connection to queerness/tkk when rlly it’s so unlikely they planned each article of clothing out like that. bc for what? they’re not actually trying to come out so why would they plan queer coded outfits as some “secret sign” ? like ppl really think jungkook looked up the exact quotes of the print on his jacket and traced it back to being vaguely alluded to something queer? and then said to himself “yes this is what i’ll wear to show the world” ?? and ppl genuinely believe taehyung intentionally wore the brand juntae kim to symbolize the connection of their two names together…like rlly? it’s just a brand…we talk so much abt how shippers connecting clothes/accessories to prove a relationship is stupid yet we’re out here doing the same and making it one of our biggest moments?

don’t get me wrong i love the dream premiere, it was cute, but i rlly don’t get why it’s been made out to be THAT much of a big deal. like i get the kappa tshirts thing bc those r clearly the exact same shirt on the same day but in what way is going to a movie premiere together some “huge step” ?

Vibes, my friend. Vibes.

Let me start by saying I also don't put much into the clothing. They may have been styled for it, they may have chosen themselves. Who knows? But I also wouldn't be surprised to find out it was deliberate. Tae is knowledgeable about queer culture, British music and art, etc. I don't think it's a reach to assume he knows who Morrissey or Oscar Wilde are. But ultimately no, I'm not factoring it into my thinking.

I found videos of a couple of other times two members attended a thing together.

Joonie and Hobi at Love Your W 2022 photowall.

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They do heart poses together but when you watch the video, they are both completely focused on posing for camera. I'm not implying they're not close but there's a business-like vibe to it. Joonie was there to perform, it's on schedule etc.

I also found Jimin and Hobi at Dior in Paris.

This video doesn't show it but they arrive seperately, do photowall seperately* then sit together at the runway. They're on schedule.

(* there are some pictures showing them together at photo wall but they're edited.)

These both feel a bit different to:

👉 An off schedule event to support Seojoon.

👉 Tae going to his best friends premiere and taking a plus one.

👉 Being together at all points of the event from arriving in same car to leaving together to then continue being together with Wooga after the event.

👉 Hyungsik and Wooshik posed alone and they're super close. This might be because Tae and JK are grouped as BTS though.

👉 The pair of them having a number of moments of eyes on each other rather than anywhere else.

👉 JKs extreme giggliness which, though I see your point about him being shy, seemed excessively nervous.

👉 The fancams of JK stopping and Tae encouraging him.

👉 JKs somewhat pensive live later.

👉 This picture:

(I know it's a still photograph of a millisecond in time. I'm just being a dork.)

Vibes.

Thanks anon. It's good to look at this stuff twice and compare. If you know any other times two of them attended something, let me know! 💜

#taekook #my asks

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augdawg888 · 20 days

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the office characters as teachers!

in honor of teacher appreciation week!

(and also my math teacher was flirting with some other teacher and my brain immediately went to jim and pam)

enjoy!

the staff:

michael scott: the principal

dwight schrute: gym teacher & vice principal

jim halpert: also a gym teacher

pam beesley: art teacher

holly flax: counselor

oscar martinez: personal finance teacher

angela martin: math teacher

phyllis lapin-vance: language teacher

kelly kapoor: fashion / interior design teacher

andy bernard: music teacher

& creed bratton: janitor

(other characters are mentioned, but i didn't have enough to say about them)

general headcanons:

michael scott: mr. scott

super laid back and chill

he never gets people in trouble

'yk, when i was your age, i did that all the time'

stops in classes just to distract people

assemblies all the time !!!

theyre always super fun though, lots of games !!

he's always recognizing the teachers for their hard work

he has a lil bulletin board (that pam designed) for spotlight moments

hangs out in the art room with pam a lot

'pamcasso' 'pamanardo dibeesley'

his office is littered with toys, pictures of holly, and pictures with his kids

he also brings his kids to work every so often

when he visits the gymnasium he always tries to impress the students

dwight schrute: mr. schrute

takes being vice principal way too seriously

also takes being a gym teacher way too seriously

he and jim participate in all the games and activities

but dwight is always trying to one up some high schooler

loves dodgeball.

he tries to 1v1 jim in basketball (and he fails miserably)

he instructs a health course once a year and jim always has to cut it short

he's the best hype man though

feeling insecure in gym class ? dwight is def hyping you up

not like a quiet, off to the side pep talk, like whooping and yelling

'let's go !! you guys are doing fantastic'

he also gets to do a karate course during the school year

has an agriculture club after school

jim halpert: coach jim

chillest gym teacher ever

unlike dwight, he does the quiet off to the side pep talks

its all very appreciated and sweet

he's looking out for all of the students

and they all have a crush on him too (who wouldnt????)

he's always goofing around and trying to have fun

he's the basketball coach too !!!

always going to the art room for any reason

he needs pam to design some flyers for friday's game, or his pen ran out of ink (he uses a laptop)

he's always pranking dwight

the pictures of the pranks always get put in the yearbook too (it's like a special section)

pam beesley: ms. beesley / ms. pam

shes so sweet.

all of her lessons are really well thought out and passionate

she loves teaching about claude monet and impressionism

shes doing art with the kids too

michael is always taking her finished pieces to hang up somewhere

shes also a volleyball coach !!! so shes constantly going to the gymnasium to make sure theres enough equipment or to check on the players in gym class

shes really there to see jim (but thats besides the point)

she's apart of phyllis' book club (yes phyllis has a book club)

all of her students ask if she and jim are going to date/are dating

'you guys are aware i'm engaged right?'

anytime roy visits shes always stressed afterwards

jim brings her lunch !!!

holly flax: holly / mrs. flax

shes so sweet and understanding omg

when a student needs something to fidget with she just steals a toy from michaels office

has a yoga club after school (michael is always there)

her office is so cozy and lighthearted

shes one of those teachers with memes printed out on her wall

has lots of knicknacks

knows every students name

loves loves loves helping kids pick out their schedules for the next year

shes super close with all the teachers too

very inclusive !!! she has an assembly every month for different cultures and information about different heritages

has a lot of stuffed animals in her office

and every single one of them have been named

shes also apart of phyllis' book club !

oscar martinez: mr. martinez

he takes his job super seriously and is a little strict

but everyone still loves him and respects him a lot

no matter how strict he is, he cannot stop gossiping with all the students

'okay, but did you hear about jim and pam?'

his classroom is so boring though, super bland

gets a lot of kids coming to him

super comforting teacher !

always plays music in the background

its like fucking classical music though

also in the book club !

he and pam always have a lot of gay kids in their classes

they're both just prepared for people coming out to them

angela martin: ms. martin

super strict and serious

but has her fun moments

everyone knows her cats names

she has the lil baby poster hanging up in her classroom

theres literally nothing else in there

she noticed how some teachers left out bowls of candy, so she did the same thing, but with mints

advocated for class pets, but kept getting shut down

when asked her opinion about other teachers it's usually negative, but when it comes to dwight it's always slightly positive

phyllis lapin-vance: mrs. vance

gets called mrs. vance refrigeration a lot

doesnt talk too much

always asking for help with her computer

her lessons are short and sweet

has a candle burning during class

but it's like a grandma smell

everyone loves watching her and bob

they're so sweet together !!!

she runs a small book club with teachers and students after school

loves when they all choose mystery books to read

she tries to teach different books every year

her classroom is right next to angela's and that can lead to some unpleasantness

funky sweaters !!!

kelly kapoor: kelly

hates hates hates being called ms. kapoor

it's just kelly

most of her lessons are just rants, but theyre educational !!!

loves working with everyone in her class

asks if ryan ever mentions her

wears the clothes that students make

designs merch for the school

desperately wants the schools colors to change

'theyre just so old looking !'

always so energetic in the mornings

besties with the students ofc

wants to hear ALL THE TEA

also keeps everyone updated on jim and pam

her classroom is sooooo cool too

like pink everywhere, comfy seats, and hello kitty

she loves hello kitty and i will die on this hill

andy bernard: mr. bernard

he's like the perfect music teacher

he brings instruments into class that no one has even heard of

and plays them perfectly

all the music they sing are show tunes

they watch musicals in the class when it gets slow

talks about cornell a lot

the rants about here comes treble get so old after a while

'it's funny you guys mention that song, did you know when i was in college i performed that with my acapella group?'

yes he's really trying to get an acapella group started

when students are frustrated with something he uses the same techniques he learned in anger management to calm them down

when asked if he wanted to be the golf coach he turned it down immediately

he was too busy trying to make sailing club a thing

but, he is the theater club leader (idk what theyre called)

loves directing everyone

has to kick michael out a lot

he wears funny ties !!!

creed bratton: creed

omg hes so mysterious and cool and no one knows anything about him

but also we know everything ?

he knows all the kids names

celebrates their birthdays

know one knows how he knows their birthdays though

shows up simultaneously in every class

plays guitar in andys class

tries to crash a fashion show in kellys

he was just wearing sunglasses and a blazer

plays basketball in gym class

and then he tries to convince dwight he is in fact a student

and why does it almost work ?

everyone's pretty sure he lives in the school

the lunch ladies are always complaining about food going missing and then creed will talk about how much he likes that food

he sells fake weed to the students

and fake ids

pam is still looking for her laminating machine

has an mp3 player still (its 2024 creed, get a phone)

his music is BLARING

air guitar in the hallways

everyone loves how he dresses up during spirit week

i was thinking of doing more in depth ones about spirit weeks and assemblys, but that's a lot of work lol

lmk if you want those !!

also the timeline is really random. i wanted holly to be in here and her and michael to be married, but i didn't want jim and pam to be married yet, sorry about that !

#the office #teacher appreciation #headcanons #jim halpert #the office headcanons #nbc #pam beesley #kelly kapoor #michael scott #dwight schrute #omg gay people #book club #i love this show #creed bratton #the office as teachers

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Omg yes! I didn’t even think of how the grid would’ve reacted when the news broke that Charles went into rut in the cooldown room. There would’ve definitely been a few alphas who wanted to break the door down to make sure Max was okay and wanted it. Oscar would’ve been interrogated about what happened and definitely some concerned growles when Oscar lets it slip that Charles had Max pinned against the wall. Some of them being super hard on Charles until Max approaches and purrs from just being around Charles. They like seeing their grid omega be so happy.

There would be a lot of very concerned alphas as soon as they heard what had happened. Oscar (and GP) would try and explain the best they could that they did try and keep them apart but Max was calling out for Charles. Some of the alphas would not be satisfied with that though!

There would be quite a commotion outside the cool down room with officials having to try and calm a pack of alphas down! (All the while Max and Charles are all over each other inside and completely unaware of what is happening outside)

Charles would have a hard time from some until Max makes it clear that he is really happy and Charles has been looking after him and treating him well.

The other alphas would still be keeping a close eye on Charles though 😂

#anon asks

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mermaidsirennikita · 5 months

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and none for bradley cooper! you love to see it

He was MAD too. You could see it written on his face, and he's always been rumored to have thrown a fit over not getting nominated for Best Director for ASIB (even though he WAS nominated for Best Actor).

I think he's just... so bizarrely entitled. I'm not saying he isn't a talented actor (directing... who knows if ASIB was a fluke, and I do think he benefited from it being a remake, with three versions to draw from--it wasn't even the first one to focus on the music industry versus the movie industry). But Bradley was a comedy guy for years, and many of those movies were absolute stinkers. The Hangover Part II and III, He's Just Not That Into You, ALL ABOUT STEVE??? He was the "Not Michael Vartan" on Alias.

He really began to turn it around (moviewise) with Silver Linings Playbook and his other David O. Russell movies (which....) and tbh other actors understandably always got more attention--Jennifer Lawrence, Christian Bale, Amy Adams. He wasn't ever this guy who LOST BY A HAIR or was seen as like... super respected but passed over. Leonardo DiCaprio, easily one of the best actors of his gen, got passed over for an Oscar 4x (never mind the times when he wasn't nominated and should've been lol) and he's probably about to have another loss lol. Bradley has been nommed 4x, and let me tell you, he ain't Leo.

It seems like he has this very "I'm due" perspective, when much better actors, including those who have BEEN respected and seen as True Artists for way longer than he has (like Cillian) have waited way longer to get their flowers. It's like... no dude. You have been THISCLOSE to clinching.

Like, let's get granular. SLP, he lost to DANIEL DAY-LEWIS. DDL. One of the GOATs. Did you REALLY think you were gonna beat DANIEL. DAY-LEWIS. There were (other) better performances than Bradley that year (I think Denzel was excellent in Flight) but it wasn't even close, dude.

American Hustle--admittedly this was a shitty category that year, full of shitty people. But Jared Leto was very much seen as a shoe-in, as much as I hate to say it. Barkhad Abdi, I'm sorry.

American Sniper--honestly, such a bad movie lol. And he lost to Eddie Redmayne (whew, The Theory of Everything has taken a hit recently) who was in a very standard, "he had to work really hard physically" movie, but like... he did legit have to do some challenging work. And if it wasn't him, it would've been Michael Keaton, who was in a really different movie and had a strong comeback narrative.

ASIB--honestly, his strongest showing to me, but he wasn't ever gonna win. Rami was seen as obligatory after Bohemian Rhapsody. Which... I think Rami is a great actor. BR was a mess with a frankly disrespectful depiction of Freddie Mercury. I don't think it was THAT GREAT a performance either. But he did go into it very expected to win. This is probably the closest Bradley got and honestly, I would've given it to him because the category was weak that year, but I don't think he had a REALLY GOOD chance. Rami was anointed by then. And tbh, when he got passed over for Best Director... I think the writing was on the wall. I think he over-campaigned, and Lady Gaga was the real centerpiece and everyone knew it.

Again, this really wasn't a moment where it's like "WHEN WILL HE HAVE HIS MOMENT" like Leo. He's a good actor. There are a LOTTA better actors. The idea that he can compete with Cillian in... any of the above performances, let alone in MAESTRO, against what Cillian did in Oppenheimer especially, is delusional lol. Tommy Shelby Cillian, if he was up for an Oscar, would step on Bradley performance-wise, let alone Oppenheimer. I'm not even an Oppenheimer stan, but the black and white shots of him with the hat alone are like, already kinda icon lol. This. Is. His. Moment.

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f1forfishsticks-racingpodcast · 28 days

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Not the bolded “SUPER CLOSE to the wall” for Oscar 💀💀💀💀

#fp1:miami:24:f1

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waheelawhisperer · 2 years

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Okay, so, I went back and rewatched Hazel vs. Salem earlier (for a post about Raven Branwen and her relationships with her family, because my brain takes my posts in weird directions sometimes) and I noticed a few things I really want to talk about.

The first is Salem - specifically, the way she fights. You'd think Miss Aloof Regal Villainess would be cold and detached when she fights, but she's actually the opposite. She's remarkably emotional during her fight with the B-team and Hazel once things get going.

At first, she's pretty contemptuous and unamused. She seems mostly bored with everything Jaune, Ren, and Yang throw at her. Subduing them is a chore to her. She's throwing pests out of her house, with all the emotional investment that merits.

Everything changes when Oscar hits her with his magic beam. It's the first then we see that seems to cause her genuine pain or distress, her expression is furious afterward, and her vocalization when she throws Yang at him seems pretty damn angry.

She goes back to her calm and collected self once Oscar is subdued, but once Hazel punches her and they square off, she's... grinning. This is amusing to her, somehow. She's having fun. Her subordinate's betrayal is almost like a game to her.

Also really intriguing is the way she attacks Hazel after throwing him up against the wall. She doesn't stand back and bombard him with magic, she gets up close and personal. Looking at her expression while she's bouncing Hazel's head off the floor, she's simultaneously pissed off at her defecting minion and having fun putting him in his place.

Really cool choice by the writers to make Salem so down to brawl. She has no problem getting physical with other characters, as we see in this fight: she grabs Yang and throws her, she goes hand to hand with Hazel, and she rushes Oscar immediately once she thinks Hazel's down. You'd expect the sheltered-princess-turned-dark-queen to think of this kind of combat as beneath her, but she actually seems to like it. She doesn't quite default to it (she still seems to prefer her magic), but it's clearly not an option she hesitates to use.

Then Hazel grabs her, traps her (just like her father and the Gods!), and she just loses her shit. Those screams she's making? The expressions on her face? That's not just pain. She is pissed. She's livid. She's thrashing around and doing her best to strangle Hazel with her Shadow Hands.

It seems like certain things hurt Salem much more than others. She couldn't care less about blunt force trauma, given that Hazel splatters her face across the floor and she just shrugs it off. She doesn't mind too much when Yang blows her titties up. However, energy beams and fire get a reaction, and so does being grabbed and restrained. Not sure if that's something the protagonists can take advantage of later on, assuming Oscar managed to pick up on that and shared it with the rest of the group, but it's certainly a factor that interests me.

Another aspect of this scene that isn't super related is Yang's dialogue, specifically this line:

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Salem: And who is it I've taken from you, girl?

Yang: Summer Rose. My mom.

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There are a couple ways you can read this, and I choose both of them because I'm really smart and have perfect opinions about everything.

The first is that both of Yang's sentences refer to Summer. We know Yang thinks of Summer as her mom from her conversation in Burning the Candle, and obviously Salem did take her away, as we learn from her line at Ruby in Volume 7.

The second is that the second sentence refers to Raven. Yeah, Raven's not much of a mother, but Yang refers to her as "Mom" throughout Volume 5, and Salem very much did take Raven away from her, too - if not when Raven initially left her team and family, then certainly when she fled the fight at Haven and left Yang to take the heat in her place!

I think Yang is thinking of both her mothers here. I think she's primarily referring to Summer, the mother who actually bothered to be in her life, but I think there's also a part of her that still cares for/about Raven. It's a really well-done line of dialogue, and while the actual fight between Hazel and Salem was pretty lackluster for two such powerful characters, I think the rest of the scene was great.

#rwby #analysis #salem #hazel rainart #yang xiao long #summer rose #raven branwen #oscar pine

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freeuselandonorris · 8 months

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🦋🍉🩶 for the writer asks 😘

(from the writer asks meme here!)

🦋what are you most insecure about when you post a fic?

it’s actually pretty rare that I feel insecure about posting anymore! I used to feel pretty nervous when I was first posting kink and edgeplay fics (I can remember being absolutely terrified before I posted eight of swords (reversed) which was the first piss kink fic I ever wrote) but now I’ve realised people will generally just avoid the kinks they don’t want to read.

I do like the validation that comes from getting kudos and comments, so I do check my stats a lot after I post which is probably not very healthy. so I suppose the insecurity is that people just won’t engage with it, or won’t bother reading something that I’ve put a lot of work into. but as I’ve said, I’m aware that I write for small fandoms and rarepairs, and a lot of my fics deal with niche or ‘extreme’ (to the mainstream) kinks that I recognise aren’t going to be super popular. (apart from the Lando/Oscar fans who are apparently all freaks 💕)

🍉in what ways has writing helped you process trauma and/or navigate through your own life?

I tend not to use fic to process traumatic events, although I have done in my original fiction and poetry. I do, however, use it a lot to navigate through life in general!

a very obvious example of this is you know how sticky it gets, which is the Dan/Max fic I wrote a few months ago. I’m pretty much bang on the same age as Dan and that fic was basically just 18,000 words of me processing being in my mid-30s and the sickening realisation that your life is never going to turn out the way you thought it would when you were a kid, that actually you do just have to settle for mediocrity sometimes and the challenge is finding the space within that realisation to still make your life feel meaningful. so yknow just light stuff.

on a less existential note, a fic like born and raised for the job was great for me because I got to write about a very dominant figure and — not to break the fourth wall too much — that’s a side of myself I don’t get to explore much in real life where I’m generally much more on the s side of the D/s divide. so it’s nice to be able to use fic as a way to explore that fantasy self in a safe container and one where my preconceptions of self don’t need to get in the way. it’s also a way for me to work through gender stuff without having to actively work through it in a way that might feel exhausting or stressful, and to explore more extreme or unsafe sexual practices (I’m gonna write that goddamn Pierre/Charles knifeplay fic eventually) or even just ones I don’t necessarily want to carry out in real life but find interesting to write about from a distance (like the in-progress Lando/Oscar foot kink fic).

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

hmm you know what, I don’t think I’ve ever really had feedback for a fic — at least not consistently — that made me think people didn’t ‘get’ it. I think the only one that might come close is the aforementioned Dan/Max fic, which people seemed to find a lot more romantic than I had necessarily intended it to be! but that’s no bad thing, and to be honest I do try to write a lot of my non-PWP fics to be relatively ambiguous in their interpretations. I don’t like it when stories try to bash you over the head with an intended outcome or try to impose a particular worldview on the reader, so it’s not really something I look out for in my reader feedback either. (unless it came from a particularly bad-faith interpretation like reading a consensual power dynamic as abusive, which thankfully I’ve never experienced!)

thanks for asking love! 🩷

#fic meta #ask meme

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Got a Secret, Can You Keep It? Part Two

Part Two: Ice Cold Heart

Part One is HERE

Thomas "Iceman" Kazansky was always cold. Nothing ever seemed to warm him up. Nobody knew how to melt his ice cold exterior–not even his own parents. Not that he cared. His mother was the only parent worth caring about. Not that it mattered anymore. He hadn't spoken to either parent since that fateful day. Since then, he closed himself off, put up mental walls, and froze his heart for good. Or, that was what he thought.

Tom met Slider and Goose at the flight academy. Tom and Slider hit it off right away. They became partners in crime. Slider was Tom's RIO. Goose and Tom also hit it off. Goose somehow became the parental figure Tom never really had. Hence, the nickname Mother Goose came into play. Tom couldn't help but feel sad when they were stationed apart.

Next thing Tom knew Goose was at Top Gun with another pilot. A short guy with black hair and striking green eyes. During their first class, Ice made sure this pilot knew he would lose against him. Then the instance at the bar. Maverick was his name. Shock pulsed through his veins when Ice left the bar with Slider.

"Ice?" Slider asked once they reached Ice's home. "Ice?" No response. "TOM!" Slider yelled, snapping his fingers in front of Tom's face. Tom blinked, shaken from his thoughts. "What's wrong buddy?"

"I was hot," Tom breathed in disbelief, running a shaky hand through his blond hair. "I was warm, Ron. I've never…" he trailed off, avoiding Slider's shocked gaze. Why did Maverick make me feel warm?

"Ice, that's…good right? I mean, you've always been cold. Someone made you warm. Who was it?" Slider's face morphed into happiness, widely grinning.

"Maverick," Ice deadpanned.

"Maverick?" Slider gaped, jaw dropping. "Are you serious? That little cocky pilot made you warm. Wow. That's hilarious!" Slider laughed, hunching over. Tom stood unimpressed as Slider wheezed. "I can't believe this! The ice cold Iceman has fallen for the wild card Maverick. HA HA!"

Narrowing his eyes, Tom turned heel and walked away. "I'm going to bed. It'll melt in two hours." Looking back at Slider, he cruelly smiled, scrunching his nose.

"Wha–HEY!" Slider looked down and ice had encased his feet, trapping him in the middle of the room. "You bastard! Get me out of this!"

"CAN'T!" Tom shouted from the bathroom, smiling into the mirror. "Like I said, it will melt in two hours!"

"YOU MOTHER FU–" Tom closed the door to his room and Slider's voice muffled. Soft laughter echoed in the room. Slider always made Ice smile. But, even Ron couldn't melt his heart.

That night the terrors came back and Ice woke up in cold sweat with Slider sitting next to him, a concerned look on his face. Tears welled in Tom's eyes and he just hugged Slider. Neither of them spoke. They didn't need to. Tom was hurting, and Slider was there to help. It was a routine. Tom would have a nightmare, Slider would come in and help him through it. That was the extent of it. Sometimes Tom talked about his dreams, other times he would stay quiet–the memories were too painful.

Slider helped Ice back to sleep, staring at his lower stomach bitterly.

G37UM

The next morning both acted like nothing happened. Tom would get up first, make coffee and breakfast for Slider and himself before heading off to Top Gun for classes and the training hops.

Tom kept sending Maverick little glances and smirks. The next few weeks that's all Tom did. He would rile Maverick up, fly his best, be in first place, and repeat. Routines were a part of Tom that kept him grounded. Life was better with routines. Yet, Maverick always found ways to rattle Tom's perfectly scheduled routines. And Tom wasn't exactly mad about it. It scared him, but he never showed it. Slider was right about Maverick being a loose cannon.

"Okay, Ice, yeah!" Slider shouted as Tom twirled the volleyball. The sun's blazing heat was enough to make the four pilots sweat buckets even before the game began.

"All set!" Goose yelled, looking at the opponents, Slider and Tom. Maverick grinned and spiked the ball, starting the game.

The game went back and forth, Ice and Slider in the lead. Tom dived into the sand, hitting the ball upward so Slider could set it across the net. Maverick and Goose smacked the ball to each other and Maverick jumped up, spiking it. After each point, Maverick kept checking his watch. Wonder what that's about. Tom shook his head.

"Here's what we're gonna do, fake block, stay down. We'll just take 'em," Tom whispered to Slider, their backs turned toward Maverick and Goose.

Then Maverick left Goose hanging. Typical Maverick. Tom sighed, shaking his head. He called an empty insult after Maverick and stretched his arms above his head. The game was over, and of course, Tom and Slider were the winners.

Goose sighed as Maverick sped off into the sunset. Looking back, Goose smiled at Tom and Slider, having them a thumbs up. He ran up to them. "It's a bit hot out, you okay?" he asked Tom. Slider gaped, and Tom slowly nodded. "He knows?" Slider whispered to which Goose grinned.

"He isn't called Mother Goose for nothing," Tom shot back, shivering slightly. "Goose, heading home or staying?"

"I think I'm gonna head home. Carole and Bradley are flying up and should be here tomorrow afternoon," Goose explained, using a towel to wipe the sweat off his face. "What about you two?"

"The ocean's calling," Tom said, leaving Slider and Goose alone. He picked up the pace and ran into the ocean, the cool water feeling heavenly on his skin. He closed his eyes and floated on his back, soaking up the sun and the cold feeling on his back and limbs.

"You knew this whole time?" Slider hissed, dragging Goose over to the shoreline, away from the others. "Why didn't you say anything to me?"

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Dearest Brother

Jake Seresin

Word Count: 2536

Stupid, stupid, stupid! Jake groaned, punching his locker, ignoring the pain in his fist. He should've kept his mouth shut. The look of pain and anger on Bradley's face made Jake shudder. He didn't mean for everything to escalate. In a sense he was right. Bradley needed to let go of the past, as did Maverick. As do you.

Everyone has given Jake the cold shoulder after the incident…well, everyone except Javy. Javy was always Jake's rock. He trusted Javy with everything. Sometimes Jake thought Javy knew him more than he knew himself. For that, he was grateful. No matter what Jake did, Javy had his back, always. Jake didn't trust many people, but Javy, with his life.

Not many people were at the Hard Deck that night. Just the pilots from his class, Maverick, Penny, and a few other aviators and civilians. Though, the night was still young and plenty of time for the bar to fill out. Jake did his best to avoid Bradley, Phoenix, and Bob. Javy kept his distance, but he still made sure Jake was doing okay.

Jake sat by the bar, sipping at his beer. Something felt off. Penny cleaned the other side of the counter and Maverick was happily talking with her. His phone buzzed in his pocket, but Jake ignored it. Whoever it was could wait. He didn't feel in the mood to talk.

"You should probably answer that," Javy advised. "Penny, could we get another round?" he asked the woman, gesturing back to the others.

"Of course, Javy," Penny smiled, grabbing the beers and handing them to Javy. "Don't go overboard," she warned, her parental instincts kicking in.

"We won't, ma'am," Javy promised, sending Jake a pointed look to answer his phone. 'Answer it, dammit,' he mouthed to Jake, bringing the beers over to the group.

"Fine," Jake huffed, setting down his bottle and checking his phone. He missed the eye rolls Penny and Maverick shared. His mother had called him three times. Not the best time, Ma. He clicked her contact and brought the phone to his ear, listening to it ring.

"Jake?" Mother Seresin's voice broke. She had been crying, Jake realized. "Is that you?" Jake could practically hear the tears falling from her eyes.

"Hey, Ma. Yeah, it's Jake," Jake spoke softly, cutting out the background noise and focusing solely on his mother. "What's wrong?" His mother never cried. Never.

"Hon, it's…it's Austin…" Jake's blood ran cold, his eyes widening. He tried to keep his breathing under control, and his body tensed up.

"Austin! Wait for me!" A seven year old Jake cried out, chasing after his older brother. Dust clouds rose as the two boys raced through the fields. "It's not fair!"

"What's not fair, little Frog?" Austin laughed, skidding to a stop, dust covering his clothes. He waited until Jake had caught up and ruffled his blonde hair.

"You're taller than me," Jake pouted, glaring up at his brother. "Stop calling me that. It was one time!" he indignantly replied, stomping his foot making more dust rise. Jake had caught a frog when he was five and when it jumped away, he had cried.

"Awe, no can do, buddy," Austin grinned, wiping sweat off his brow. The Texas heat was brutal that summer. "It's permanent now. You're my little frog." He placed his cowboy hat on Jake's head, laughing as it was too big for Jake.

Jake grinned, holding the hat on his head. "Austin, where are we going?" he asked, walking after his brother. "Are we there yet? What's taking so long?"

"We're almost there, buddy. Just a little farther," Austin promised. "Come here." He crouched down and Jake jumped onto his back. "There we go. Better?"

"Yeah!" Jake cheered, wrapping his small legs around Austin's waist. Austin carried Jake the rest of the way, telling jokes and making his younger brother laugh.

"We're here, little frog," Austin softly said, slowly putting Jake down, careful not to hurt him. "Look at this."

"WOW!" Jake yelled in awe. The sun set on the horizon, flooding the dusty valley in an orange light. The cacti seemed to glow, and the rocks glimmered. The hillside Austin brought them to overlooked the valley.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Austin smiled, watching the sunset as birds flew above them.

"Yeah!" Jake breathed, eyes wide.

"What happened? Is he okay?" Jake asked in a hushed tone. "Ma, talk to me. Please," Jake begged.

"I'm so sorry, Jake. He was teaching your nephew Connor how to ride," Mother Seresin choked up, and Claire, Jake's sister, took the phone. "They were doing well, so your brother took him for a trail ride. You remember the trails we used to ride?"

"Of course I do, Claire," Jake managed a smile. "You and Austin used to race down them, leaving me in the dust…literally," Jake deadpanned. He did not miss the dust always in his eyes or hair. "I'm guessing Austin took Connor down that trail?"

"Yeah, umm, they stopped at the hillside on the far side of the ranch," Claire's voice cracked.

"Come on, girl. Just a little more, come on!" A sixteen year old Jake urged the palomino mare. She galloped down the trail, Jake laughing, wind hitting his face. He loved the feeling. It felt like he was flying.

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A Smoothie: A Camp Half-Blood Story

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Sneeze. Okay, Luke did NOT need to be sick today. He was still a camp counselor and wouldn't be leaving until the end of summer. Two whole months laid ahead of him. Percy, Annabeth, and Grover had returned a few days ago. "ACHOO!" Luke jumped, startled by Connor sneezing. "Ow!" Travis yelled as a bow that suspiciously looked liked Chiron'a hit him in the head.

"Okay, why did you steal that?" Luke groaned, feeling a migraine coming on. He rubbed his temples and took a deep breath. He could do this. He could do this. He could do this.

...He couldn't do this. Turns out, half the Hermes cabin was sick. Connor, Travis, and Chris would summon an item they stole every time they sneezed or coughed which meant room was rapidly running out. Clovis coughed and everyone was hit with severe drowsiness. Lou Ellen sneezed and a camper turned into a cat. Lovely.

"Everyone, stay calm. No one leaves this cabin until I get back, understood?" Luke did his best Camp Mom™ voice. Everyone agreed, most too tired to get out of bed. Luke stormed out of the cabin toward the Apollo cabin to either get Lee or Will. "HEY! OPEN UP!" he yelled, banging on the golden door, narrowing his eyes against the brightness.

"Luke, what do you want?" Lee Fletcher, Apollo cabin counselor, groaned, sounding terrible. He was stuffy, his eyes were red snd puffy, and he could coughed every few minutes.

"Half of my cabin is sick, and I came to get you or Will, but I can see you guys are sick as well?" Luke tilted his head, looking inside. All of the Apollo campers were horribly sick. Some were literally glowing, others made musical instruments play without touching them, and some only spoke in poetry or song. "Nevermind," he sighed. "I'll go check on the other cabins."

Turns out, most of the camp was sick. Just great. The campers who weren't sick were instructed to stay in the Big House. Luke was staying in the Big House. Clarisse, Percy, Nyssa, Malcolm, Miranda, Will, Annabeth, Castor and Drew were all in the Big House. Literally everyone else was sick. Chiron mentioned this sickness was one he hadn't seen in many, many years. It was a virus that only infect demigods (absolutely wonderful. Just perfect! Amazing!) and made their powers go haywire. (Ugh.)

The next few weeks were horrible. Walking around camp was like walking through a live minefield. However, Luke didn't care. He was a son of Hermes who thrived on a little danger. He and Percy were in the arena, sparring. Luke did feel bad. Percy was a good kid, but he stood in Luke's way and needed to be taken out.

"Thank you," Percy smiled, confusing Luke. "For not treating me any differently because I survived," the son of Poseidon clarified. "I don't like all the attention."

"No problem," Luke smiled with all teeth. "I'm glad you sur--ACHOO!" Luke sneezed.

"Gesundheit," Percy said before his eyes widened. "Luke...what do you have there?"

Luke looked down and cursed in Ancient Greek. (Percy was glad he didn't understand what Luke said.) "A Smoothie," Luke deadpanned, coughing again and a blue slushies from 7/11 appeared, dumping all over him and the master bolt currently in his hands. "Dam it," Luke groaned. Now he was caught red handed and sticky.

"You stole the master bolt?" Percy whispered, stepping back.

"I did?" Luke feigned innocence. "Percy, I am sick. My powers are going haywire. That's probably why it's in my hands," he bullshitted, hoping Percy would believe him.

"Okay..." Percy hesitantly replied. Luke sighed. "I should probably get this to Dionysus. Or you should. I must go quarantine with the others." He dropped the bolt. "And shower," he grumbled, shaking a glob of slushies off of his hand.

Luke sneezed again and more items fell tot be ground, a left shoe that belong to Hermes hitting Percy in the head. Next thing he knew, a mountain of left shoes fell on him. "How did you manage to steal all of this!?" Percy shouted at Luke who cackled.

"Let's just say I wanted child support and took something of his," Luke snickered, imagining how confused Hermes would be to see all of his left shoes missing...again. Now that was an adventure Luke would never forget. A year after his quest, Luke, being a petty bitch, stole all of Hermes' left shoes. He even blamed it on Apollo.

"YOU SON OF A--" Lee Fletcher screamed, aiming a bow at the Hermes kids, Luke stood to the side, confused. "What in Hades is going on!?"

"THEY STOLE THE PLUSHIES!" Lee snarled, eyes glowing with rage. "THEY TOOK ALL FIFTY PLUSHIES!"

"The cow ones?" Luke asked.

"YES THE COW ONES!" Lee shouted back.

"Well, simple, keep a better eye on them. I am going to sleep. Settle this yourselves." Luke shrugged, going into the showers before collapsing on his bunk. Maybe things would be better in the morning.

Things were not, and now the entire camp was sick. Luke hated his life.

Bonus scene: if Nico was at camp

Nico coughed and tons of chibi skeletons popped into existence, all following Nico would like lost ducklings. "Not a word," he glared at Will, who was covering his mouth to poorly hide his laughter.

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Okay, so I have this Luke idea. Also, I know! An original post from me. Took me long enough lol.

So! It's sort of this half-baked AU I created after a roleplay with my friend (@tired-gaydumbass ). It's basically, after The Last Olympian. Luke is dead. Sadly. HOWEVER, Luke keeps sneaking out of the Underworld so Hades is like, "I've had enough. You want out. Here." AND BAM! He makes Luke a sort of bodyguard/servant (think Meg and Apollo's relationship) to Nico.

That's all I have for now. I will post more updates about this. I am also looking for a yay or nay on writing more to this AU. (I'm looking at you @lukecastellanshandholder and @off-with-medusas-head. I need your opinions on this.)

Well, that's all. Time to disappear into my hole again. CIAO!

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My #1 post of 2022

IT'S HERE!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39378129

I hope you all enjoy this!

@lukecastellanshandholder @off-with-medusas-head I finished it! I hope I made you guys proud!

14 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

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