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#standing at your door
oscarpiastriwdc · 7 months
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27.6k, george/max, e | george russell mpreg. that's it, that's the fic.
“Alright there, mate?”
George waves him off without looking up. “Fine, yeah. It’ll pass, it always does.”
“Have you been having a problem for a while?”
“Only the last couple weeks. Random waves of nausea, more sensitive to smells. It’s fucking annoying.”
Max snorts. “You sound like my sister when she was pregnant.”
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krispyweiss · 1 month
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Remastered “Standing at Your Door” Announces Reissue of Robert Hunter’s Tales of the Great Rum Runners
Robert Hunter’s “Standing at Your Door” - on which the Grateful Dead lyricist fancies himself a blue-eyed soulster - is remastered and out to announce the forthcoming reissue of Hunter’s Tales of the Great Rum Runners.
For the record, Hunter was not a blue-eyed soulster and this experiment largely failed.
“Standing at Your Door” does not represent Hunter in his best light as either a songwriter or performer - the words are subpar and the music is generic - but the sonic spit shine brightens things up a bit.
Out June 7, the 50th-anniversary edition of Rum Runners presents the original LP - with contributions from the Dead’s Jerry Garcia, Keith Godchaux, Donna Jean Godchaux and Mickey Hart and members of Country Joe & the Fish, Jefferson Starship and New Riders of the Purple Sage - in remastered form, plus six alternate takes and 10 tracks that didn’t make the 1974 LP.
4/11/24
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llamagoddessofficial · 4 months
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Consider: analogue horror style story where a human is recording themselves being hunted down by some kind of terrifying cryptid creature. However, it turns out that the cryptid is chasing because it's in love. The found footage horror scenario slowly shifts into this human documenting their weird fuckin experience of being 'romanced' by an uncanny monster that likes them and won't leave them alone
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guqin-and-flute · 5 months
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Wangji trying to convince his brother to immediately turn on Jin Guangyao and help Wei Wuxian after the Koi Tower Debacle™ feels very [no_take_only_throw_dog_meme.jpeg]
Lwj: Xiongzhang. Help.
Lxc: Okay, but I need to understand the whole situation.
Lwj: ... >:( No nuance. Only help.
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zu-is-here · 4 months
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*relaxing elevator music*
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heich0e · 6 months
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au in which touya ends up having to watch natsuo put his hands all over you because you took something offered to you at a sketchy warehouse party that has you panting and whimpering and burning up and his own hot hands can't provide you any comfort but his little brother's cool-quirked touch can
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lexyscross · 7 months
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The way she just looked up at him and said: "Dad?" Like she was so confused, even after he'd just been choking her. Like she was just a little girl again, I'M CRUMBLING. 😭😭😭😭😭
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balasha7sanbardo · 7 months
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please please please PLEASE do me a favor and unfollow me if you have a problem with me dump posting about palestine or if you’re pro-israel/a zionist or neutral about what’s going on. I’m not gonna stop and you have no place here.
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angelofviscera · 1 month
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to find direction in my existence
1a & 1c juliet's balcony, amy beager / 1b keep the distance, the beths / 2 west side story, camp cope / 3 weaving through a dream, amy beager / 4 dressing america, torres / 5 & 7 uncluttered mind (central nervous system), bridget marie / 6 prickly water lily painting, seunghwan kim / 8 nine stories, hazel english / 9 everything is going to be okay a sweet and gentle spirit says, tae lee / 10 not a lot, just forever, adrianne lenker / 11 & 13 untitled, julie-ann simpson & valeria nuyanzina / 12 warm blood, the beths / 14 & 20 in all of my dreams the words i love you, hanif abdurraqib / 15 rear windows (detail), caroline walker / 16 lullaby in february, skullcrusher / 17 wind vibe, una ursprung / 18 dreams tonite, alvvays / 19 fireflies and hydrangeas, una ursprung / 21 untitled, jiayue li / 22 swimming, maple glider
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hm.
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oscarpiastriwdc · 6 months
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the little landoscar in standing at your door gave me life and the fact that in your mind its canon that lando is a misdiagnosed carrier as well and oscar is too blind with fondness to notice he got him pregnant is just way too funny to me—it’s so them. also oscar’s mum taking one like at lando and going “buy a pregnancy test” takes me out. would love if you actually wrote a little story about it but in the end it’s totally up to you hihi.
also love the single dad charles idea, it’s so hilarious
A tiny snippet of unknowingly pregnant Lando spending the holidays with Oscar's family:
Lando has met Oscar's family before, at races and random McLaren events, but spending the holidays with Oscar's family in Australia is different. Bigger.
It's been an exhausting season. The last two months are a painful blur of jet lag and physical exhaustion and muscle aches and getting unprecedentedly weepy every time he or Oscar are on the podium. Oscar's dad picks them up from the airport, claps Lando on the shoulder and wraps his son in a bear hug that makes Lando coo and Oscar blush. He falls asleep in the backseat of the pickup truck, lulled into a drowsy state by the motion of the vehicle and Oscar's gentle voice telling his dad about the final race.
When they arrive at the house it's just past noon in Melbourne but it's the middle of the night in Monaco; Lando doesn't even manage to greet the rest of Oscar's family before he's out cold.
Lando wakes up a few hours later to an empty bed, disoriented by his surroundings. It's still light outside, and the sun streaming through the window highlights Piastri family photos on the wall. He grins at one of Oscar and his sisters at the zoo, posing like flamingos.
He follows the sound of voices downstairs where he's met with Oscar sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter talking to his mom who's posted at the stovetop.
"Oh hi Lando, dear! How did you sleep?"
"Hi Nicole." Lando steps around the counter into Oscar's mom's open arms pulling him into a hug. "That mattress is amazing."
"How was the flight? I bet you're feeling hungry."
Oscar snorts, makes room at the counter for Lando to join him. "Mum, you don't need to baby us."
"Yes I do, I don't care how fast you drive those cars, while you're under my roof you're still my baby. Oscar told me you don't like fish but you do like chicken tenders, so I made sure to pick some up at the grocery store. I'll pop some in the oven, how's that?"
"That sounds good, thank you."
"Of course, dear." Oscar's mom sets to preheating the oven, removing the frozen chicken tenders from the freezer, and arranging them on a tray while she asks Lando about Quadrant and his parents and plans for the rest of the holidays. The chicken tenders go in the oven and, soon, the kitchen is filled with the scent.
Lando's stomach turns. He must make a face because Oscar turns to look at him.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, just jet lag."
Oscar's mom glances at them before removing the tray from the oven. Lando catches another whiff of the chicken and gags the way he only ever does when faced with fish. Oscar rubs a hand up and down Lando's back, soothing him.
The tenders get plated and slid across the counter. Lando picks one up, aware of the way Oscar's mom scrutinizes him, and nibbles a bite out. He has to force himself not to spit the food out.
"Have you been having unprotected sex?"
At that question, Lando does spit out his food while Oscar turns bright red.
"Mum!"
Oscar's mom tuts. "Calm down, Oscar. I'm going to run to the pharmacy, I'll be back in half an hour. Your sisters should be around if you need anything." With that, she promptly exits the kitchen, fetches her purse, and heads out the front door.
"What was that all about, Osc?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"Well she's your mum, isn't she?"
Oscar and Lando bicker for a minute before they're distracted again, resulting in an impromptu make-out session on Oscar's parent's couch. They break apart and shuffle to opposite sides of the couch when Oscar hears the front door opening and pushes himself off Lando.
Oscar's mom marches in and sets a box down on the coffee table. Lando leans in to inspect. It's a pregnancy test.
"There's no way Oscar's pregnant, he never tops–"
Oscar throws his hand over Lando's mouth. "Please don't talk about this in front of my mum. And I don't think it's for me."
"Is it for one of your sisters?"
The room is silent while Oscar and his mom stare at Lando with mirrored, unblinking expressions. A minute later, Lando connects the dots.
"Oh. Oh shit."
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madeofstardust17 · 7 months
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Fanfic writers out there depicting kid Tim Drake as a little bundle of anxiety and the 🥺🥺 face while I'm over here absolutely convinced that that kid had the personality of the little girl from Uptown Girls
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ganondoodle · 9 months
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(wip)
another screenshot practice for totk rewritten, this time in the underground, as requested (will do more of the interior of a "shrine" later on (its a lab really) )
(armor set: head and middle piece = shiekah research/tech set -still in development-, legs = ghirahim set, based on his clothing from my comic) (ability selected = power injection)
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youngpettyqueen · 1 year
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running with the idea that Trapper thinks Hawkeye is dead due to the Incident in “The Late Captain Pierce”, scenario where after the war ends Trapper finally makes himself go to Crabapple Cove to visit Hawkeye’s grave and he finds the late Mrs Pierce’s grave but he can’t find Hawkeye’s and he awkwardly asks someone he finds visiting the graveyard where he can find the grave of one Benjamin Franklin Pierce, explains they were close during the war, and the person looks at him with complete and utter confusion like “you mean Dr Pierce? I mean, yeah, he visits his mom here most Saturdays, but I think it’d be more appropriate to just go to his house. He lives up the road”
and that’s how Trapper finds out Hawkeye isn’t, in fact, dead
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angel-blitz · 7 months
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Sorry this frame makes me giggle imagine opening your door to THAT
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