"shut up" (affectionately) -- for landoscar pretty please?

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“shut up” (affectionately)

It’s 2 in the morning when Lando finally gets to Oscar’s London apartment. 

It’s 2 in the morning and Oscar is probably asleep, and Lando knows how much Oscar values his sleep and he’s probably going to be annoyed at Lando for waking him up but he’s here now, he’s here, and he spent the entire flight and then subsequent car ride hyping himself up and if he doesn’t do this now he might not do it ever and that’s. That’s. 

Lando rings the doorbell. 

There’s a long silence. Too long. Lando considers ringing it again. Considers how much more annoyed Oscar would get if he was already on his way. Chickens out. Considers it again. Maybe he’s not even home and he made this whole stupid trip for no-

The intercom crackles to life. “Hello?” Oscar. Sleepy. Annoyed.

“Hi, Oscar, hey. It’s uh, me. Lando. It’s Lando.” Lando cringes internally at himself and genuinely wouldn’t blame Oscar for just hanging up on him and going back to bed. 

But Oscar surprises him. “Lando?” His voice is a lot softer now. Less annoyed? “What are you doing here? Aren’t you. The race? Congrats, by the way.”

“Thanks, yeah, that’s what I’m here about. Sort of. I guess. Can I come up?”

“Sure,” Oscar says, no hesitation. There should be hesitation, maybe. Lando did like. Technically break up with him last time they saw each other. 

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing Lando says when the door to Oscar’s tiny little London apartment swings open. The light filtering in from the hallway illuminates Oscar’s sleepy face, his rumpled appearance. It throws Lando a little. Oscar always throws him a little. Just with how beautiful he is, in an almost adorably boyish way. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeats when Oscar stays quiet. “I’ve been a fucking idiot. I shouldn’t have…” Sighs, frustrated, runs a hand through his hair. “Do you remember? The first night we met? I mean you were there, I guess you-“ Lando chuckles a little dryly. 

“I joked, then. That you shouldn’t fall in love with me. And you just shrugged and pressed me against the wall of that stupid club and kissed the ever living daylights out of me and I thought. I just never considered that I would be the one falling in love with you.”

Lando smiles a little sadly. “Stupid of me, really. I should’ve known, the very first time I laid eyes on you, bathed in those fluorescent lights you just-“ He laughs, shakes his head. 

“These past few months have been some of the best of my life. But I got into my own head that it would never work out. Me gone racing all the time, you with your teaching job. We could just never make it work, you know? So I broke it off. But turns out it was too late because,” he glances up at Oscar, who’s looking at him with an unreadable expression. 

“When I was on that podium today, celebrating my first win, all I wanted was to celebrate with you. I wanted to hug you and kiss you and share that moment with you. And I couldn’t. And that's just-“

Lando sighs. “Listen, I’m sorry for showing up here so late, I just wanted to tell you this in case there was a chance that, you know. We could still work, or something. But if not that’s totally okay, I will just,” he gestures vaguely behind him,” get a cab or something. I’m sorry about waking you up, too, I know how you are about sleep and oh my god you totally have class in the morning, don’t you? Shit, I’m so sorry, I should’ve-“

“Lando,” Oscar says, and it’s the first thing he’s said since opening the door and it doesn’t sound angry or annoyed or any of the other things Lando’s been projecting onto him. It sounds soft. Quiet. Fond. 

“Shut up,” Oscar continues, the corner of his mouth ticking up into a smile, and then he steps forward, takes Lando’s face in his hands, and kisses him full on the mouth. 

Lando shudders, melts into it immediately, momentarily wonders if it would be rude to pinch himself to see if he’s dreaming before he loses the ability to think entirely when Oscar opens his mouth and runs his tongue over Lando’s bottom lip. 

When he pulls away Oscar is smiling softly, and Lando’s trying really hard not to pull him back in and never let him go again. Kissing Oscar forever. What a beautiful prospect. But he reels himself in and instead asks, “So that’s a yes? To the trying again thing?”

“That’s a yes,” Oscar says, fondly, and pulls him in for another kiss. 

Mel for the unhinged character bingo!

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“you’re a long way from home, huh?”

Holy shit I'm only 2 episodes in but I'm already crying at Itsuomi signing to Yuki in the anime opening.

Wikipedia says Sun Wukong is 5'10" and my immediate reaction was to gasp and go through the 5 stages of Denial while saying "Hell no, that's fake"

I just can't see him any taller than like, 5'4" 😔

i could have sworn he was four feet

"our experiences dont define us, its what we gain from them that matters" sniffs okay peepaw

let me tell you. i have read 21 out of 38 of the extant canonical plays of william shakespeare. the first one to make me close the book and think "well i wish that had been better" was henry v.

So after you finish the team star route you can go back to the bases and have rematches with all the leaders and yes Giacomo has the new Bisharp evo on his team. I love Giacomo I love the team star kids I'm signing custody papers right now

Oh I have got to get through this game already then 👁️👁️

For the kiss thingy landoscar 17!!!!

17. kiss to distract

“But then, if Max gets fifth, and I get fourth, I still win, but only if Charles doesn’t get third. Oh, and if Yuki doesn’t win. But if I win and Charles gets second, that’s fine? But Max can’t place above me regardless. If he wins it’s all over. So I definitely need to place above Max, and not more then one below Charles. But if Charles-“

“Lando,” Oscar cuts him off, from where he’s sitting on the couch, amused expression on his face. He’s already in his Red Bull polo, and Lando is once again struck by how well dark blue looks on him. Sure, Lando still thinks orange looks much better on him, but that probably mostly has something to do with how Oscar was wearing orange when he fell in love with him. Or something.

Besides, he’s traded his own orange hoodie for a black one a while ago, so really he isn’t one to talk. It’s laid out on the bed next to him as he speaks, but he hasn’t been able to bring himself to actually put it on and walk out of their hotel room. Something about it makes it all so official.

If he puts the hoodie on, he’s one step closer to winning the championship. If he puts the hoodie on, he’s one step closer to losing the championship.

“I mean, I probably shouldn’t worry too much about Charles, Ferrari has been Ferrari-ing it a lot lately, so the chances of them screwing something up at least are pretty big. Oh my god, what if my team screws up? I mean I love those guys to death, but we’re so close to winning a championship here, and they have to be nervous, and you know what happens when a crew gets nervous, they get all jittery and-“

“Lando,” Oscar repeats, and he’s in front of him suddenly. He’s smiling, that soft one with the crinkly eyes he saves specifically for Lando, and Lando can’t help but smile back, even though he knows it’s a little fragile at the edges.

“I’m sorry,” Lando sighs. “I know it’s unfair to you, you’re practically out of the running, unless Max, Charles and I all DNF, or fall outside the points. Or, hey, no, if Max and I DNF and Charles gets, uh, eight, and you win, then you could still-“

Oscar kisses him. As far as distraction methods go, it’s pretty effective, because Lando’s brain immediately turns to TV static.

“What was that for?” He asks, when he pulls away, even though he kind of already knows the answer.

“You were rambling,” Oscar says, smiling fondly. He’s still holding Lando’s face, and pulls him forward ever so slightly to press a kiss to his forehead.

“Bleh,” Lando says, lets himself flop forward into Oscar’s embrace, nose buried into the crook of his neck. “I’m nervous,” he says.

He can feel Oscar’s smile press against the top of his head. “I know.”

“What if I don’t win?” He asks. “What if I go through all of this and then I just don’t win?” It’s the one thing that’s been on his mind the most. What if he’s been fighting this whole year only to throw it away at the last moment. What then?

Oscar shrugs, jostling Lando a little in the process. “Then you take a deep breath, straighten your shoulders, and try again.”

“Hm,” Lando says. It’s not that reassuring, but Oscar’s never really been good at being reassuring. It’s what Lando loves about him, at the end of the day. How he will always be honest, even though that’s not what Lando wants or needs to hear.

“Hey,” Oscar says, pulling away from the hug so he can look at Lando. “I love you.”

“Yeah,” Lando says, smiling. At least he’s won that. “I love you too,” he says, and with one last kiss to Oscar’s lips, goes to pull on his hoodie.

Pst hey Antonio, do you ever like want to adopt one of the survivors or like dream witch servants or Robbie?

“I’m more the wine aunt type, and no skills or interest in parenthood. Also, most of the Survivors are adults - please don’t infantilize them unless they’re actual children..”

HI HEY I am bursting into your ask box like Cosmo Kramer busts through his neighbour's door. I'm working quite irregularly through my backlog atm and regret that it's taken this long to get asks to you BUT I submit for your kind consideration the following OC Interview Asks to pass on to Yara my beloved :D (also I send her (and naturally you as well!) an excited wave and like seven thousand cool rocks)

16. Describe your perfect day 21. Describe your ideal partner 31 (freebie)- Tell me about your ideal house. Would it be big? What kind of colours/styles/things would you keep in it?

*first time trying to write her speaking, so sorry if it’s clunky and took a long while! She can be kind of verbose sometimes, Also, small text is quiet mumbling to herself, and bold is louder/more rushed excited speech. Tak tak tak is equivalent to “yes yes” “so” or “well well well”. Yolki-Palki (fir trees-sticks) is a euphemism for “fucking hell”. Sbornaya solyanka (solyanka soup with everything on hand) is an equivalent of “hodgepodge”.

Yara lifts her arm halfway up, more akin to one lifting their hand to ask a question than a wave, and smiles at you. She seems to be hard at work fiddling with something rather small, all the while throwing uncertain ~~bashful~~ glances at the formidable pile of rocks. She takes a deep breath.

“It’s good to see you, Plant. Tea? I have a great fruit one right-“ she seems unsure of how to approach the gift, giving off a slight deer-in-the-headlights feeling, albeit a distinctly pleased one “O - for me? Thank you. I didn’t expect such an addition to my collection- oh, you should see it when it gets organized!” The latter part of the sentence is significantly louder and faster than the rest as she claps her hands together “I’ve acquired a lot of new specimens from my last trip to Orzammar, even got my hands on some very curious raw lyrium…” she gives you a conspiratorial but overly exaggerated wink. She might not be very good at winking “of course, it is not to come into contact with anything, but it’s fascinating..!”

16) “Ah! My perfect day? Tak tak tak.. “ she drums her fingers on the table introspectively before reaching for a journal and leaning back, the next words coming out in a mumble “That’s a lot to fit into 24 hours… or, are you talking daytime? 12 hours, then? A perfect day… perfection is a bit of a difficult concept… Well, Zev would need to be there, of course, and Mishka should come too, and it would need to be somewhere nice - no, that’s too cold, and that’s a bit crowded, and I don’t think they allow dogs after last time- I think the gardens near the central market would do fine, they got some new plants - some quite toxic too ! - and there is the duck family and some of the people who come there are really weird! (Is probably firmly cemented in the neighborhood as one of said people, but the irony is lost on her) Yes, I think he’d like that. That and the more interesting shops…oh, and the fruit tarts! No, Mishka, my perfect day doesn’t include you eating the ducks! You can always make your own list!” The Mabari peeks over her shoulder, and sighs dramatically. He doesn’t have opposable thumbs. “Alright, we can stop by for some treats and take a few toys…Plus, I think this alleyway is quite infamous for murders lately, so that’s always fun!! To solve I mean. Or commit. Both is good..” she grins to herself ……at this point, it looks like she’s building a schedule. There is a murder slot. It’s a pretty big one. Mishka seems pretty excited about it.

21) “Oh, I already have one! Elvhen, Antivan, about 165 centimetres…no, that doesn’t seem right, I mean… that’s not..” There is a period of silence as her face appears to take on a grim expression, offset only by its clear shift to a bright red hue as she glances towards the other room. “He’s perfect, but I’m not sure how to put it into words. I haven’t ever thought about that kind of thing… he’s … he’s fun, and smart, and skilled in a scary amount of things, and takes things lightly and in stride. and …he cares, y’know? I s’pose that’s what caught me off guard the first time.” She fiddles with the knife in her hands some more, contemplating her answer “His position was complete garbage, y’see, but he still tried to have the best time he could, and he was very… straightforward in some ways…. Kind, even. T’ be honest, I didn’t get that at all” she chuckles, desperate to hide her embarrassment “Especially towards me. Other people I can understand, admire, even, but he just… spoke his mind when it counted, consequences be damned, and made sure everything was alright, despite everything… I know the feeling, and the conditions, and it’s hard to care about anything , much less so others. I’m … unsure of whether that answers your question.” She now seems genuinely amused. “Yolki-palki, leave it to moi to fall for an assassin’s kindness of all things. He made such a funny face when I told him, too… in my defence, the ~seduction~ went right over my head the first time and he’s wonderful and really should’ve seen it coming..”

31) “I’d say the place is pretty big.. it’s got a solarium, and a library, and some Knick knacks we picked up on the road..” it is unclear if she means the move, the travelling, or their journey through Ferelden as the road, but by the looks of it, it is a bit of everything. Weaponry and gems, among other things, appear as exhibits visible almost everywhere throughout the house. A wide smile precedes her next words “ a garden, too, and we’ve even managed to start up something of a brewing business. Plenty of room for ingredients. Style wise, well, it’s a sbornaya solyanka to be sure. We haven’t changed too much” she shifts in her seat. While the place does appear to house quite a few out-of-place items seemingly either handmade or closer to the Renaissance styling, both older and newer, clearly added in rather recently, the home appears to have been designed in a pretty consistent Gothic styling. “- it was a gift from an … old benefactor.”

After adding a few finishing touches, Yara sets a whittled figurine of a serpent down on the table , sliding it towards you :)

i'm getting real sick of the news guys.

i really hope the steam deck is like. actually good bc i would very much love to buy one of these instead of a hideously expensive gaming computer