#300mph

[sleeptaken]

HIS FUCKING HADNS AR EPEELED CAN IMM GOING INSANE ARE YOU COMING WITH ME

[oatmonger]

Also gonna make my own yogurt soon, only need 2tbs of starter 'gurt and the milk is 1/2 the cost of the yogurt, and half the distance to go get lol

[keztis]

@d4gangera | continued from [ x ]

                𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽’𝚃  𝙷𝙾𝚆  𝙺𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚂  𝙴𝙽𝚅𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙴𝙳  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝚄𝚃.    he’d imagined approaching dagan with the same unassuming charm that so often invited conversation, presenting a broad opening—casual yet inquisitive, interwoven with just enough intrigue.  a deliberate balance, intended to reach beneath the surface without giving the impression of an interloper prying into the life of a jedi long removed from his time.

instead, cal had stumbled over his own question, lost his footing in the exchange, and continued to trip over words as though he hadn’t thought about this moment countless times before. because he had. days of idle thought, devoted to precisely this scenario. granted, most of that thinking happened while bored out of his mind in hyperspace, trapped in the monotony of a supply run from jedha to koboh to tanalorr, so maybe the absence of more pressing concerns had left him too much time to contemplate.  to envision.  to script, again and again, the way it should have gone.

and yet, despite it all, cal’s face brightened with sudden enthusiasm.

             ❝you do?  that’s great!  that’s. . . that’s really great.  because i—uh. . .❞   the young knight hesitated, glancing over his shoulder just as BD-1 whistled excitedly and launched from his perch. the droid’s thrusters sputtered in bursts, then stabilized, guiding him down to tanalorr’s pale soil in a controlled descent.  cal murmured his usual thanks—an absent, familiar habit—and shrugged off his old, well-worn rucksack, dropping it to the ground.

inside, an assortment of seed jars and flowers spilled into view—fresh and dried, vivid and fragile—along with neatly bundled roots, gently cleaned and preserved for planting.

it had taken years to gather. a slow accumulation from distant worlds, collected in moments of reverence amid surrounding chaos, each discovery carefully tucked into the rucksack’s ever-filling pockets.  cal never considered it a possession in the conventional sense, and certainly not something valuable.  yet as he looked down at the years of travel laid out before him, a wave of quiet contentment settled in his chest.  every one of these plants, found by chance—sometimes in wild, untouched places, though more often in the charred remains left behind by the empire—would one day have a new home.   somewhere better.  somewhere safer.

                ❝i guess it’s just. . . i like plants.❞  his voice, softer now, carried no less sincerity as he cradled a clump of damp roots in his hands, his thumb tracing over yellow hairs as if memorizing their delicate form.  ❝i know that probably sounds kind of dumb, but. . .  i’ve seen whole worlds lost.  people, cultures, entire histories—just. . . gone.  it’s easy to feel like nothing good lasts.  but plants. . . they’re stubborn. they grow in the ruins, in the cracks, in the ash.  it’s proof that life doesn’t give up.  and that keeps me grounded.  gives me hope.❞

for a moment, only the hush of tanalorr filled the space between them. BD-1, evidently less patient, hopped in place, then whistled in confusion. cal only rubbed the back of his neck, apprehensive—uncertain. no, he hadn’t decided which one to give dagan. would dagan favor the inisa, an elegant flower with soft, delicate colors?  or would he gravitate toward something wilder, something untamed and defiant, like the sficca with its riotous colors and thorn-laced stems?

❝i thought. . . maybe you’d appreciate that too.❞   the words came quietly, but with less hesitation.  cal exhaled, then extended a cluster of firethorn blossoms—freshly picked from the garden on koboh—toward dagan.  ❝i wanted you to have these.  if you want.  if not, BD-1 and i can always find a nice spot to plant them instead.  i don’t know.  or maybe we could. . . plant some together?❞

[gloriousfckingpurpose]

hhn dates/single night tickets + merch drop AND the first ghovie teaser in one day

[yifftwiceplz]

went outside and saw what looked like it mighta been a funnel trying to form so i sat there and cross referenced warnings from twitter and the radar and had to determine i had at least 10 minutes of tornado-free weather to go get a sodie from the store

[campadailyblog]

Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+: Potenza Estrema

La Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ è un’auto esclusiva e straordinaria. Può arrivare fino a 490 km/h di velocità. È l’emblema di potenza e design senza limiti di Bugatti. Ha un motore W16 quadriturbo da 1.600 CV. Questo motore dà prestazioni incredibili e rende la guida un’esperienza unica. Punti chiave La Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ raggiunge una velocità massima di 490 km/h Potente motore…

[tittyinfinity]

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[astars-things]

Dada's side

Dad!Lando Norris x Mom!reader

You knew marrying an f1 driver was hard, with the media attention, them being away so much and the risk of driving 300mph not knowing if they were going to get out of the car unharmed, but nothing was harder than raising a child with an f1 driver. You knew what you were signing up for but your little baby Ivy didn't. It was easier when she was younger she didn't have a clue what was going on and you could take her to races more but when she turned two it was a lot harder, now, she was old enough to know what it meant when Lando packed a suitcase. Old enough to know that when you drove to the airport, she wouldn’t see him for days.

Ivy was a clingy toddler to Lando so when it came time for airport drop-offs it was hard for everyone. 

"dada no leave" Ivy screamed as Lando was hugging her goodbye "Bub I'm sorry but you get to see me on TV and I'll be home in five sleeps okay" Lando cooed, giving her a finally kiss on the head before putting her back into her car seat and shutting the door, you and Lando stood outside the car hearing Ivy cry her heart out, "I Love you y/n, call me if you need anything" Lando cooed to you and giving you a deep kiss "I love you too Lando" you gave each other one last hug before you watched Lando walk away 

You watched him until he disappeared into the terminal, then slipped into the driver’s seat, gripping the wheel tightly. You tried to hold it together, for Ivy’s sake, but as her cries filled the car, a few silent tears escaped. Quickly, you wiped them away before the cameras lurking nearby could capture them.

when you stepped inside the apartment Ivy was not having it crying, throwing things and more. You sighed giving Ivy the iPad and putting cartoons on for her so you could go have a shower and a moment of peace to yourself. Then, suddenly, the weight of it all crushed you, and that's when you fell apart you started off with small sobs and soon it turned into you gasping for air, and the worst part is Lando was 30,000 feet in the air unreachable while you had to deal with everything. 

Dinner went better than you expected you made Ivy dino nuggets with tater tots and you both just sat on the couch with both of your dinners while watching a Disney because you had no energy to fight her into sitting her in her high chair, soon it came to bedtime "I don't want sleep I want dada" Ivy screamed as you placed her in her bed with a bottle of milk and her night time essentials, "I know baby but the sooner you go to sleep is one sleep down until dada comes home" you cooed pressing a kiss to Ivys head 

"What if I go get Dada’s cologne and spray it on Ted Ted?" Ivy’s sniffles quieted, and she gave you a hopeful nod. You quickly grabbed Lando’s full-sized cologne from the dresser the one he always left at home since he traveled with a smaller one and spritzed a little onto her beloved bear.

"Ted Ted smells like Dada now," you whispered, handing it back to her. She clutched it close, inhaling deeply, and within minutes, she was fast asleep. For the first time that day, it felt like you could finally breathe, you cleaned the kitchen and made your way into your shared room getting ready for bed, slipping under the covers and pulling out your phone to mindlessly scroll on TikTok, half an hour into scrolling on TikTok you heard tiny footsteps coming towards your room and with a small push Ivy had opened your bedroom door "I miss dada" she cried running towards you 

You picked her up putting her and Lando's side of the bed giving her a light kiss on the head "I know baby" you cooed, rubbing her back Just then, your phone buzzed. Lando’s name lit up the screen. You quickly answered, putting him on FaceTime.

"Hi, my love, fu—" Lando started, voice groggy from just waking up. "Lando, Ivy is next to me," you warned, cutting him off before he let any colorful words slip. Lando chuckled. "Right, little ears." Then his expression softened as he caught sight of Ivy curled up in bed. "Hey, bub. You keeping my side of the bed warm for me?"

Ivy peeked at the screen, still sleepy. "Mhm. Smells like you," she mumbled, hugging Ted Ted closer. Lando’s heart melted. "I miss you, baby. But I’ll be home really soon, okay? Just five more sleeps." Ivy yawned, nodding. "Will you tell me a story?"

Lando grinned. "Of course, bub. What story do you want?" Ivy thought for a moment before mumbling, "Dada’s race car."

So Lando launched into a bedtime story, his voice soft and full of love. He told her about a magical race car that could fly and how its driver who looked suspiciously like him raced across the stars to get home to his family. As he spoke, Ivy’s eyes grew heavier, her little hand resting against your arm.

Soon, soft snores filled the room.

Lando smiled. "She’s out, huh?" You nodded, adjusting the blankets around her. "Yeah. That was adorable." "Glad I could help." Lando leaned back against the pillows in his hotel room, running a hand through his messy curls. "How was your day, love?" You sighed. "Busy. She was extra clingy today. I think she really felt you being gone."

Lando frowned. "I hate being away from you guys." "We miss you too," you admitted, voice softer now. "It’s not the same without you here." His expression warmed. "I’ll be home before you know it. And then I’m not letting go of either of you." You smiled sleepily, the warmth of his words settling over you like a blanket.

"Babe," Lando said after a moment, his voice gentle. "As much as I love your voice, I think you should go to sleep." You chuckled. "You’re probably right." "Get some rest, love. I’ll call you first thing in the morning." "Okay," you whispered, eyes fluttering shut. "Goodnight, Lando." "Goodnight, my love."

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[norris55s]

i swear i don’t love the drama (it loves me) - carlos sainz

reader x carlos sainz social media au

she isn’t happy about the way people treat her boyfriend and she isn’t afraid to show it

a/n: i too am tired of the way people speak about carlos so there's this to show for it. this is no hate to charles in case it isn't obvious. no fc, but a couple rebecca donaldson pics for the plot. i loved carlos winning.

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y/nusername

Bahrain International Circuit

liked by carlossainz55 and 45,825 others

y/nusername: repping chili and chili only this season 🌶️

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charles_leclerc: 😧

y/nusername: love you lord perceval 😇

charles_leclerc: 🙃

user492: digging the use of red but no ferrari merch lol i know our bestie is mad

y/nusername: 👹

carlossainz55: Naughty girl 😂

y/nusername: shhh look away

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y/nusername

Bahrain International Circuit

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y/nusername: congratulations to lover boy, and lover boy only 👹❤️

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user914: sainz has handled the situation so maturely and his girl is out here being messy

y/nusername: that’s because i’m not carlos, hope that helps 😴

user014: why is she doing the most 😭

y/nusername: i wouldn’t have to do shit if someone bothered celebrating his podium with him, so i’ll take matters into my own hands 🫡

landonorris: we gotta take your phone away

y/nusername: try me!

carlossainz55: ❤️

y/nusername: 🔥

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y/nusername

liked by carlossainz55 and 50,294 others

y/nusername: appendicitis couldn’t take carlos down, everyone else can stop trying

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carlossainz55: ❤️

landonorris: in your nurse era 👩‍⚕️

y/nusername: more like in my security guard and lawyer era 🤪

user824: it’s carlos’ karma for every time he’s screwed charles over

y/nusername: oh bitch you’ll know karma when it hits y’all square in the face

user624: unhinged era! love how she takes care of carlos

y/nusername: u get it

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y/nusername

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

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y/nusername: showing up to lover boy’s haters’ funeral like

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user583: lmao she acts like he’s a champion she has bragging rights about and not a second driver that is getting sacked

y/nusername: girl he’s back from a surgery with a two weeks recovery to drive a car going 300mph for 3 days, i’m really not hearing y’all today

y/nusername: plus, when he gets a podium, dare i say a win, i’ll laugh

landonorris: pr must love you

y/nusername: i swear i don’t love the drama, it loves me

carlossainz55: That’s a way to say it 😘

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y/nusername

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

y/nusername: say hello to the only driver that has managed to end red bull’s dominance not once, but twice 🇪🇸🌶️ (hello to the people who called me delusional for saying he might even win, i did laugh)

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maxverstappen1: I feel like you jinxed me 😐

y/nusername: i prefer to call it manifesting ✨

user898: only because max dnfd lol

y/nusername: k. so why didnt someone else win it? quickly

user914: she’s really out there celebrating another gifted win

y/nusername: hey i got a question did you watch the race? 😀

user168: this is why everyone dislikes the sainz camp. no reason at all to disrespect charles and the team.

y/nusername: i’m literally sat next to charles celebrating over dinner but ok

user823: i love how she and carlos keep pretending charles likes them lol

y/nusername: somehow carlos, charles, everyone we know, and me are liars, but you people on the internet, who have never even met us, know the actual truth about the raging fight between c2

user463: i’m loving this y/n era, she’s had ENOUGH 💀

y/nusername: if not me, who? if not now, when? 👹

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carlossainz55

Albert Park Circuit, Melbourne

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carlossainz55: P1!! What a rollercoaster 🎢!! Special thank you to my biggest support, my lovely y/nusername 🥰

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y/nusername: i got you always chili 🥹❤️

user274: sainz supremacy!

y/nusername: period

user924: vile that he doesn’t congratulate his teammate that let him win and condones his crazy ass girlfriend’s comments

y/nusername: y’all want me to chill and then comment shit like this. leave my bf’s post alone! also what is he gonna do ground me like a kid?

carlossainz55: Hermosa, calm down 😈

y/nusername: shhh look away

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[gffa]

HELP, I'M LOSING IT AGAIN, BECAUSE THIS CHAOS GREMLIN CHILD USED TO SNEAK ATTACK BATMAN BY HIDING UNDERNEATH THE BATMOBILE AND HOLDING ON WHILE IT DROVE AROUND AT LIKE 300MPH OR WHATEVER AND GOT SO GOOD AT IT THAT BATMAN ACCIDENTALLY TOOK HIM ALONG ON A SUPER SECRET JUSTICE LEAGUE MEETING PLEASE PRAY FOR BRUCE WAYNE HE HAD TO RAISE A DICK GRAYSON WHO DID THIS KIND OF THING JUST FOR FUNSIES

[wordsmatter09]

No, it's not a coincidence or a coincidence. The peregrine falcon (Falco peregrinus) is the fastest bird in the world, and not only that, it's also the fastest animal of all. His daily flight goes around 100mph, but when it comes to hunting he is able to sting at more than 300mph. His entire anatomy is perfectly adapted for the extreme speeds he can achieve. Therefore it is not new that part of its aerodynamics has been adopted in the aerospace sector. Now, in an out-of-focus or very low-sharp shot, what would you title it.. That's how you get confused.

[agro-carnist]

I mean, I get where they’re coming from. “Cheating” is a stupid way to describe it, but I think when most people hear “fastest animal”, they think “fastest self propelled animal”, so when gravity is doing half the work, it does seem a lot less impressive.

If you want to get pedantic about it, a skydiving human can reach over 300mph in the right conditions, so maybe we should be number one, lol

(none of this is intended as argument btw, I fully agree that the peregrine falcon is the fastest. I just like fiddling with the details of how & why we assign these kinds of titles!)

It's funny I saw the exact same argument as the skydiving one lol (except meant as a fully serious argument). I can get the logic, I too had to stop and think "wait but they're just falling" when I would hear this factoid, until you stop and understand the peregrine falcon is literally built to dive faster than any other animal. It sounds as impressive as it is when you realize they evolved that way. A guy skydiving is literally just falling.

I also saw the argument that humans should be considered the fastest because we have jets that can fly at mach speeds, and I feel like I don't need to elaborate on why a machine carrying an animal is not the same as an animal lmao

[jonahmagnus]

How I think the TOH characters would react to you asking their pronouns:

1) Luz Noceda

Start of season one: "Uh, she/her! I think."

By the end of season one: "She/her! For noww~..." *double pistols and a wink*

Season two: "She/they baby! What about you?"

Season three: "She/they, but I dont really care."

Post show: "Ehhh, call me whatever. Follow your heart! See where the wind takes you. Look into the sunset. Listen to the whistle of the sea breeze. The answer lies within your heart, you just have to listen" *leaves before you can figure out what the fuck that means*

2) Gus Porter

"He/they, thanks for asking!" Hes a gay ally at the start of season one, but only because he learned about how humans are opporessed for "being happy" in their realm and that broke his heart so much he swore to stand by any "gay" human he ever found. So he self-identifies as an ally dispite being literally bisexual. Luz considers explaining what gay means in human modern context, but decides this is funnier, and then forgets about it.

3) Willow Park

Start of season one: "O-oh! She/they, thanks for asking! What about you?" A little unsure of herself gender wise but is coming into it

By season two: "They/She! What about you?" *Winks* By this point shes grown into herself and identifies as nonbinary. However, hes still not ready to peer into the depths of his soul and acknowledge the true hidden truth at the bottom there. No little plant boy dont internalize that!!!!

Post-show: "She/he/they, thanks for asking!" This is still fully a lie but he plays cat and mouse with his own gender for a couple years after the show. Literally refuses to think about it. He has other shit going on (he doesnt).

Finally, post-post-show: "He/him! Yours?" He is a nonbinary butch womanthing. Thank god he finally figured that out. Amity and Gus quietly exchange their bet money. Amity won.

4) Amitt Blight

Season one: "She/her. What do you want." I loved her bitch era it was so fun.

Season two: "She/they! Uh, thanks... for asking? Am I supposed to ask for yours now?" Still figuring out the proper etiquette. God bless her soul.

Season 3: "Oh, she/they. You?" This social script is so ingrained in her autistic speech patterns and mind that she acidentally said it to a cafe worker once and she almost turned herself into goo. Rip autopilot girlie......

Post-show: "She/they! :) What about yours?" She is secure in her answer now 👍 a certified category five nonbinary woman moment.

5) Hunter Noceda

Season one: "My..... whats?" You try to explain what they are to him and he says "My uncle says gender is a sin and I should never fall into it lest my soul be lost. And I dont know what that means but I dont want him to be mad at me so. Bye" and then he would flee the scene at 300mph and have a panic attack about in the closet.

Season two: "Oh... uh.... he... him?? I think??" *remembers youre supposed to ask something back* "Why do you need to know that" he sounds increasingly desperate as he realizes the social script for this conversation is slipping from his grasp, much like his current sanity.

Season 3: "Oh, oh, uhm, he/him, I guess" He sounds VERY unsure about that. You eye the book in his shoulder bag, and he shuffles awkwardly.

Post-show: "They/he!" They say, still a little haltingly. You nod like you believe it.

Post-post-show: "They...he... it? I mean I like they and it the most but Uhm he is still fine its fine like Im still a human. Im still a human... man" okay Hunter, for sure.

Post-post-post-post-show: "she...they?????" Sure Hunter

Post-post-post-post-post-show: "she/IT???" she shoulds desperate. Okay hunter.

Post-post-post-post-post-postshow: "It/its, but she/her is fine as well. Uh, thanks for asking. Uh. You?" There we go. Glad you finally came to this realization. The Murderbot Diaries would have irreversible affects on its gender.

[spectra-bear]

Is it alright if i ask if you could tell me what motor city is about? It looks very cool but i haven't given it a chance yet!

Motorcity is an animated show that aired during 2012 on disney XD, it is a fun and energetic story set in the future (possibly in a post apocalyptic world? Details remain obscure, but many in the fandom headcanon so), and focused on a team of rider rebels, the burners, led by mike chilton, who's goal is to prevent kane, the evil leader of deluxe, from taking over motorcity.

The shows theme is about defying an authoritarian system, resistance, to keep their freedom! And most importantly looking cool driving around 300mph >:]

Unfortunately it got canned and all thats left is what eps were aired, that are around 20, and up for watch right here!

Have fun!

[triplezzina]

Whisper of a Touch

Read here!

G L I M P S E

He has to touch him. That’s all he knows, he has to. It isn’t a desire, neither a want. This is more. Like a star has made its way from the bottom of the universe and blessed the tip of Lando’s finger, guiding him, just to hold him. 

Lando looks down, his hand is weird and the circumstances are not ideal. The world is bleak, rain pours down in Australia. The room feels blue, it doesn’t suit them. The cameras, the public, the fans are out there. Lando’s eyes fill with tears. Why now of all times? They have a podium to get, they are 1 and 2. The car is good,  the team is good, they were good. 

Lando wants to touch him again, it was too brief, a whisper of a touch, long and eternal, still too short. He tells himself to stop, but the need is there, he needs to touch him, he also needs to get to his car, drive and win. He doesn’t need this right now. 

He looks at Oscar, really looks. He 's gone. His body is there, suit on, helmet on his hand, grabbed by the visor so hard it will leave a grease stain. The world is waiting, Oscar is also waiting. Oscar opens his mouth, a word almost out. Melancholy washes over Lando like a wave. The rain keeps pouring, the media still waiting. He turns away, his insides churn, his mind goes blank. 

Bitterness is a disgusting feeling, he tells himself. Doesn’t stop him from having it. 

 …

People believe in actions, Lando knows that, he may say a thousand things, doesn’t make them true. When he crossed the finish line, a line so thin, like glass, is shattered. There is a pull inside his body and a tingling on his right hand when he thinks of Oscar. And he thinks of him all the time. From the moment he crossed that line to the moment where he gets out of the car. He thinks of him in the media pen and especially when they ask about Oscar driving off into the grass. 

The pull is there as he sees him walk, helmet finally off, the brim of the hat covering his eyes. He wants to look, no matter how he wants to see Oscar’s eyes, brown and shiny with joy. Though Lando knows they won’t be that way. 

What does it take to be a winner? 

The trophy in his hands is heavy. The world has fallen into place, a fast car, a pole, and a win. Does he need more? The photos and the interviews may paint him as a winner. But in the highest step of the podium Lando is not one. 

They don’t cross paths again. Lando goes off to celebrate the first win of the season. It was exceptional , they say. And it was. Going 300mph in the rain, Max Verstappen on his tail and the whole world watching, it was exceptional. 

But the rain falls hard in Albert Park. Home race, that’s what it was. It was a home race, in a fast car, with rain and your entire family watching. Lando wants to believe he didn’t break Oscar’s heart. That the race did. But Lando doesn’t dare watch the big TV’s that hang over the paddock, doesn’t dare watch the interviews. Oscar’s eyes are right there. 

It was exceptional. Bitterness means “pleasure tinged with sadness or pain” he does not feel that. He googled it in fear it was. It isn’t. Instead he feels a disgusting taste in his tongue. And a rising desire of wanting to rip his eyes out and cut off his right hand. 

Why? Why does everybody do that? Look at him like he ripped Oscar’s heart out with his bare hands. It was just a touch! he wants to say. He wants to find Oscar and tell him. Just a touch. But he isn’t in the paddock anymore, neither is he in the drivers rooms. Stallard says nothing as he knocks in the room. He just shakes his head and leaves. 

The party is spectacular. Booze, music and girls. He doesn’t need more. Nobody can confirm nor deny, but anytime he looks up he is looking for someone. Everybody knows who, nobody knows why. 

Monday. Alcohol is pressing hard against his veins. 

They don’t cross paths, Oscar and him. Lando went to celebrate, Oscar left. 

“Look, I don’t know what you did, but I need you to fix it” Zak is a funny person, Lando only has to look twice to realize that. He walks funny, he looks funny and says things that make sense, sometimes. When he does Lando has to overlook his whole persona to take those big man words in. 

“What did I do?” He says. Zak only looks at him, like he expects him to know the answer. 

“Look kid” 

“Don’t ‘kid’ me” Lando speaks but the words reach his brain 1.34 seconds later. His body goes fast, fast as if he was still in the car, taking in the curves and the G force, his mind goes slow. He moves with the precision of a child with too much sugar. He has no thoughts. 

“Look, Lando” Zak moves forward. “I don’t know what you did. I don’t care to know what you did. But you did do something. Fix it” 

“Tell Oscar” 

“He won’t answer” 

His palm tingles. Whenever he thinks of Oscar, his palm tingles. His body pulls in no specific direction, and pulls even more. Every good thing that happened on the weekend disappears when he thinks of him. There is a metallic taste in his mouth, like blood. “Not my problem” 

“It is your problem. Specially considering you need him for your WDC” 

“I don’t” Lando crosses his arms in front of his chest. Oscar would say it was a defense mechanism. You feel threatened , he would say. But he’s not here. “He’ll be back anyway” 

“How do you know that?” Zak has this expression on his face, like Lando is being petulant. 

“You think Webber, of all people, would let him quit? With the talent he has?” Oscar did have talent. He was hard working and tough. He was a racer through and through. Oscar could make the shittiest cars into something worth driving. 

“That’s true, but with that much talent you think that another team wouldn’t want him?” When Oscar started Lando feared he would leave. Use McLaren as a stepping stone and leave for better. To be that good somewhere else. But the car was really favorable now, to them, to the fans, to the team. 

“He won’t” 

“Okay” Zak said. “But I need you to understand that you’re making a huge bet right now. You better pray it works out” 

“I know” He’ll probably come back. Lando knows he will.