#[ what the fuck ]

[stickbug-art]

Have this terrible image I found ☺️🔫

[astrodoesstuffz]

THIS IS NOT A DRILL. I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL... HOLY SHIT.

[str4ng3rd4ng3r]

Stupid doodles

Hii :D

[tired-pidgeon]

Hey remember when the US government tried to ban TikTok over fears of data privacy, or force its parent company to sell it?

And then that ban incited widespread panic?

And then ended after less than 24 hours, “thanks to President Trump?”

Guess what the federal government wants to do with TikTok now?

Go on I’ll wait 🙂

Yup!

It wants to invest in the company it tried to ban over data privacy fears!

Nothing to see here! Move along! This is perfectly normal business dealings!

[justa-opossum]

little rant

people who make snide comments piss me the fuck off

"that's a lot of black" okay Cathy, that's a lot of nerve

like what's the point?? are you just so stuck up that you'll say anything to hear your own fucking voice? pitiful

"who died" my rights, Sharon. shut up

how shitty does your life have to be to attack the style of a teenager who wasn't doing shit to you

"you're asking for it wearing that" Dave, you're asking for it talking like that. and by it, i mean asking for a emergency castration.

america is going to shit and you're focused on the clothes i wear??? piss off

[mydogjelly]

THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON

[morethan4characters]

Liking Miraculous Ladybug since it's start is so embarrassing at this point. Wdym I have a full time job now and these two perpetually 14 year old children have not figured out that their bf/gf is their superhero partner? What do you mean I've been following this dry aah story arc for 10 years? Make the catboy trans already and call it a day.

[theothots]

faceless soulmates au but it’s also a faceless driver au. landoscar style

OP81 was a fucking mystery to lando. faceless drivers were more and more common, especially after max and lewis had had such impressive careers before their face reveals, so it wasn’t like he was thrown off by not knowing what his teammate looked like. it’s just. it had been a year since daniel left, the reassuring older brother bond frayed and tired as he departed, but still very much there, and the arrival of this faceless, monotone, machine of a rookie did fuck all to fill the void danny left. even a year on, despite the pr videos they had filmed together, lando just couldn’t get a read on OP.

he saw him sometimes chatting to logan and alex over at the williams garage, and OP was normal with them. he was normal with all the other drivers, in fact, laughing at their jokes, making quips when the moment needed them, giving a pat on the back after a hard race.

he wasn’t normal with lando.

sometimes lando would look across the garage and see OPs helmet staring right back at him, like his gaze had been fixed on him for hours, but then he would go over to chat and get the typical one word pr responses. lando was at the point where he thought it made the most sense that OP just didn’t fucking like him. which sucked, because having a teammate his own age should’ve been fun, even with the whole faceless thing, but lando could live with it.

it was just after the qatar sprint, everyone swearing buckets and thanking a higher power (their team principals) that media had been cut short due to the state of the drivers. lando had already been in his ice bath and was wandering back to his drivers room to go and pass out on the bed until someone started worrying about where he was and came and got him, passing by a cupboard when he heard a bump from inside and a crash.

intrigued and slightly concerned, he opened the door carefully to see a very wet OP with his helmet haphazardly on and his breathing halfway to hyperventilating.

what the fuck.

“oh fuck. oh fuck im so sorry you- shit sorry lando just pretend you didn’t see me- god this is fucking embarrassing-” OP rambled as he scrambled for the door handle, ignoring landos frozen body in the corridor.

his brain caught up to him and he clocked into the distressed tone of OPs voice. “wait, mate are you ok? stupid question, clearly not considering mr sprint winner is in a cleaning cupboard panicking. what the fuck happened?” he grabbed OPs arm from where it had been grabbing at the door handle and stopped it, making his way into the small cupboard at the same time.

OP stopped his rapid scrambling, seeming to accept landos presence in the cramped space, both boys sinking to the floor.

“i- have you not seen the photos? god they’re already all over the internet people probably know my fucking name- i just forgot there was reporters right next to the motorhome on the way back from the ice baths- i didn’t think they would see anything, i thought my face was covered-”

and oh. lando understood. OPs face had been leaked. oh fuck.

“oh fuck.”

smooth.

“yeah that’s-” a wet laugh escaped OP “that’s one way to put it. god this is so fucked.” his breathing was calming down, the situation no less terrible but the company in his moment of need bringing his heart rate down.

OP looked over at lando, who been subconsciously gently stroking his arm from his close spot next to him. he coughed lightly, trying to shake the broken tone from his throat, before speaking.

“have you seen what twitters saying? kim found me before i could look and grabbed my phone on his way to speak to zak and andrea. i was supposed to join them but i needed to just… take a minute.”

lando looked at him with sympathy, but got out his phone. considering the amount of bad press he’d gotten over the years, he knew checking social media right now probably wasn’t the best choice, but he also knew it was like an itch that needed to be scratched, and at least OP could look at it whilst he was with him for support.

he clicked on twitter, hesitating momentarily, but committing anyway, and went to the trending tab. OP81 was trending, along with a few other tags about the race and the name oscar. he clicked on the OP81 tag, and scrolled until he found a photo, the guilt of looking welling up in him but the curiosity winning out. but when he looked at the photo that had been posted he was confused.

“well mate it’s not that bad, it’s blurred anyway.”

OP81 looked at him, and lando imagined him slowly blinking underneath the helmet.

“what.”

“yeah look mate the photo that’s been posted has blocked out your face anyway. maybe that’s just edited.” lando focused back on the phone, eyebrows scrunching as he looked through the photos. “no look, they’re all like this see?”

OP81 did not see. OP81 was in fact having a crisis now for an entirely different reason.

what the fuck.

“lando… the photos aren’t blurred.”

lando looked at him like he was an idiot.

“yes mate they clearly are. look-” but before he could finish, OP lifted off his helmet. a completely blank canvas stared back at lando. it was as if someone had forgotten to tell landos brain what eyes and a mouth and a nose and a hairline looked like. it was all fuzzy, like he was looking at OP without glasses.

oh. oh.

“the photos aren’t blurred.”

OP81 sighs and tilts his head back against the wall, facing away from lando.

“i can’t see your face either. or. i guess now we know that, it’ll change.”

it took a few moments, the darkness of the cupboard now that the door had drifted shut again not helping, but when they looked back at each other, they could see. OPs swoop of brown hair, his moles, his brown eyes. holy shit. fuck being faceless, his teammate was pretty.

holy shit. his soulmate was pretty.

“wow. OP-”

“oscar. it’s- my names oscar piastri. i guess you should know now. that a good wow?” a hopeful gleam shone in OPs- in oscars eyes.

“god yeah it’s a good wow. you’re pretty.”

that got a laugh out of oscar, echoing around the cupboard and reminding the pair of the predicament they were in.

“we should probably-”

“yeah. zak and the team will be waiting.”

neither boy made to move.

“you know i didn’t- i’m really sorry if i was weird around you. before. i think i forgot i didn’t show my face? and so the soulmate rules of them having seen your face and clarity being restored to each of you wouldn’t apply. so when i kept not being able to see your face even after we’d been teammates for half a year, i just assumed what i had been landed with was a good old unrequited scenario. which sucked im gonna be honest cause you are you, and i obviously had a massive crush on you and-”

landos brain short circuited. “obviously? oscar i thought you were ignoring me because you didn’t like me. not because you thought that we weren’t soulmates. god i wish this happened earlier. well obviously i wish you hadn’t had your face leaked but-”

“oh shut up,” oscar said, and pulled lando in to kiss him. lando melted into him and he felt oscar relax as well. a moment went by and then lando pulled back, mourning the closeness but remembering why they were here in the first place.

“ok. as much as im loving the new teammate dynamic we have developed in the space of ten minutes, a panic attack, and a face reveal, we do need to go and talk to zak about that last one.”

they sighed and begrudgingly stood up, stretching slightly and nudging the door open. together they wandered back down to the main room in the mclaren motorhome, meeting the team and looking slightly sheepish.

they sat down as some of the social media team ran through their plan of action, condemning the posting of oscars face and name to the public, but encouraging oscar to embrace it. he nodded along, a distracted look in his eyes as he flicked over the faces of all the mclaren workers looking his way with curiosity. feeling a bit like a bug under a microscope, he grabbed landos hand for support, a look of understanding coming from the elder driver.

“um, one more thing,” lando said, speaking up for the first time in this meeting. all eyes fell on him and he looked at oscar guiltily. “me and osc are soulmates.”

“WHAT?”

[witchoftheouachitas]

LOL, literally. This dumb ass Trump sucker needs to take the L...and definitely have their children removed from them since--instead of providing shelter, food, and other needs like a normal, healthy parent--they deliberately spent almost $2,000 to attempt indoctrinating their children at the christofascist president's inauguration despite knowing that they were "not wealthy." If you put your desires to indoctrinate your children with christofascism over providing for their needs, you need to be charged with child endangerment and have your children taken away from you: no excuses, no mercy. Our children must be protected from the endless harms and brainwashing of christofascists, even if the christofascists are mom, dad, grandma, grandpa, uncle, aunt...no excuses, no mercy.

What is it that you tell people with student loan debt?

You made a poor financial decision. Take personal responsibility for it instead of trying to pass your debt onto others.

[batwynn]

I just saw someone refer to an artist as a ‘content provider’ and I’m done. I’m out. Where’s the fucking time machine?

[soangelbaby]

talk to me talk to me talk to meee !! clark is living rent free in my head rn i wanna gossip about him pls

the smirk too im gonna kms

[redjockfrog]

i read the post, smiled, glanced at the time stamp, voted, scrolled down, paused, and then scrolled back up to make sure i read the time stamp right, realized i did, scrolled down to look at the time left on the poll, jaw dropped in confusion that this thing is probably going to keep going until i fucking retire and then scrolled back up to realize i missed the horse the first time and chose the wrong answer.

this post is a roller coaster that only goes down

[andthatoneregretisyou]

RYAN ROSS AND DALLON ON STAGE TOGETHER LAST NIGHT

[mantinos]

What in the everfucking fuck.

Btw, this is how conservatives keep getting to claim that trans people are a new thing no one has ever heard, because our history and existences have continually been erased or obscured systematically through out history.

The most famous example was 92 years when the Nazis raided the library of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, the medical practice where the term transsexual was first coined and the first gender affirming surgery was performed in in 1931.

What did the Nazis do after raiding the library on May 6th, 1933? You may be familiar with these images

It is happening again.