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memeodrama · 9 months

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#L4 #tweet #lorde #pure heroine #melodrama #solar power #my posts

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oscarspastrys · 6 months

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Im sorry, but if you buy tickets or attend a formula 1 race. Your are not entitled to your favs winning. To boo the winner during the national anthem of the country they are representing is disrespectful to not just the driver but the country and all the other participants in the sport.

You decided to spend money, you decided to attend. You cannot control the future or outcome but what you can control is how you act and react to the outcome. Don’t be an ass and let the guy live in peace. Your entitled to disappointment, that’s okay, but why are you hating and making everyone feel bad.

Max deserved that win, they all deserve a win. But that doesn’t mean you get to be a bully and a have horrible sportsmanship. While your booing and being mean, your favs will be too busy congratulating the winners and figuring out ways to improve their vehicle and plans. You booing and essentially being a bully does not help anyone and makes the mood worse for those who are already disappointed in themselves and worse for the winners who worked hard to stand on that podium. Don’t be rude and stop being disrespectful.

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two-white-butterflies · 9 months

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hectic inside | L4

Description: It's your first time in Monaco - you catch a certain DJ's eye. After a few days of getting to know each other, the nature of his career makes it clear that he isn't just a normal boy.

He fucking looks like one of the dudes you watched in HBO. The same cinnamon eyes - a light tinge of youth. There were headphones situated on his neck, and he skillfully made his way through the DJ booth - pumping a song that explained his personality perfectly.

"He's kind of a golden retriever lad." your classmate commented, staring at him - who was dancing on the stage. "He's giving - looks like a cinnamon roll and is a cinnamon roll." you chuckled while taking a sip of your drink. At a young age - you were made aware of other people's tendencies.

You could tell what their characters were - just by the vibes that they had - and by the gods, this DJ had awesome vibes. He reminded you of your family - who were probably sleeping back home. He looks like the type of guy who'd go around introducing himself. You liked that.

"The both of you make a perfect pair," your classmate added - and a small blush creeps towards your cheeks - engulfing your face with that pinkish hue - that you could hopefully pass off as the effects of alcohol. "But (Your Name) is different, because she's a cinnamon role that can kill you." your friend giggled while raising her glass.

"Guess who I'm going to kill first?" you rolled your eyes as she flashed her tongue. "You should speak to him," your classmate leaned. A groan escapes your mouth. "Guys, if he manages to take me away - no one is driving you home." you pointed out - maybe they'll stop trying to set you up with someone after this.

Your friend laughs.

"Monaco is a small city - we can walk home." she retorted. "- plus, all sacrifices are worthy if that guy can lift you off your feet." she added cheekily, finishing the contents of her glass.

They were insufferable at times.

"When you walk by every night, talking sweet and looking fine - I get kinda hectic inside." he sang this time - finally out of the DJ booth and into the dance floor. Your best friend strategically pushed you towards Lando - forcing you to stumble into his arms. "Ah, shit sorry." he apologized, catching you.

A gasp escapes your mouth - a little hurt by almost falling.

"Nah, it's totally my fault." you fixed your hair, slowly moving out of his arms with reluctance. He smelled like baby powder - the ones that smelled like jasmine kind. His chest was soft - like he took a bath in hyaluronic acid. "Well, my name's Lando - and you are?" he offered his hand to shake.

You attempted to look behind you - but your friends already retreated back to the table. "(Your Name)," you responded with a thin lipped smile. I mean - charms were basically useless in front of a man who was exactly your type. "That's a cute name." he smiled, shaking your hand but not letting go of it - instead he pulls you towards a more secluded part of the dance floor.

(your name)'s close friend - instagram

caption: guys wtf 😭 i can't remember what happened last night

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bestfriend: finally sum dick i see 👀 - yourname: bitch stfu - yourname: plus, i don't think that happened.

bestfriend: tis a sad day for the empire bestfriend: where are you tho? u didn't go home last night - yourname: OBV in his apartment/house - yourname: it's kinda nice here, no roaches or anything

bestfriend: IS HE A RICH MAFIA BOSS? bestfriend: you are living out ur 365 days dream 😭 - yourname: STOP THAT'S SO YUCKCKCKCK - yourname: should i wake him up?

bestfriend: ur waking someone up after a one night stand? - yourname: ah no, i was laying down. its a one night sleep. - yourname: WHAT DO I DO ??? !! !!

bestfriend: well we have a lecture in an hour... bestfriend: ur MBA or his BBC? - yourname: BBC??? bestfriend: big british .... - yourname: YOU ARE SO UNHINGED 😭

Lando could remember what happened last night. You drank too much vodka. He offered to drive you home - but you forgot the place that you lived - and passed out - but not before giving him consent to bring you back to his place. Poor boy almost shit his pants.

"Did I wake you up?" he could feel your hands gently nudge him awake. Well, you were obviously trying to wake him up.

"Uh, no it's alright." he tried to sit down - feeling his body sore from sleeping on the floor. He looks at the 'bed' - a pile of socks.

"I'm sorry if I have to ask but-"

"No, nothing happened - you drank too much and I didn't know where you lived." he explained, trying to not seem crazy. Judging from your demeanor - you didn't know him. You weren't aware of his semi-successful formula one career. To you - he was just some DJ that brought you home.

"Oh fuck, that happens when I drink - that's why I try my best to control it. I'm really sorry if I bothered you." you apologized, taking the duvet off your body and preparing to leave. "And uhh I used your fingerprint to open your phone - I gave your friends your location. Just in case." he explained and you smiled.

"Thank you for being considerate. If there's anything that I can do for you - just tell me." you thanked and he grabbed a shirt to cover his body. Okay ... maybe he got a little drunk last night.

"It's nothing, but we'll keep in touch, right?" he smiled and you nodded. "Of course, you're like the coolest guy in Monaco." you scoffed while pulling out your instagram. "I'll add you on insta." you mumbled while typing Lando on the search bar.

"Oh, I'll add you later...what's your username?" he inquired.

God knows where his phone was.

"yourname..." you replied.

@landonorris has requested to follow you.

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landonorris: hi stranger

#lando norris x reader #lando norris #lando norris x you #l4 #mclaren #lando norris imagines #lando norris fanfic

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gayaest · 11 months

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A lot of his personal PTSD reactions involve irritation and anger! He doesn’t know a lot about disability culture and community until he meets other disabled people during paravolley practice!