#CISCA

[maxkirin]

Tag yourself! 🔖

I bring up my friends on stream a lot, so here's a handy sheet for my new followers / long-time watchers who still think Chips & Cisca are the same person lmao

[racewinnerlandonorris]

https://instagram.com/stories/callumfredharvey/3143307281943377488?igshid=Y2I2MzMwZWM3ZA==

looks like almost his entire family was there 🥹

ahhhh so sweet! i’m so glad they were all there to celebrate it with him!!

[abstracthell]

CISCA - another fixer for the understanding of years, months and days, to have a correct functioning of the systemic offered.

[marieshyperf1xations]

To quote Kym Illman, who took the first 2 photos:

“Mum and Dad were posing in front of the McLaren car and Lando just happened to walk past at this particular moment and flopped back in their arms for this beautiful three-shot.”

I can so picture him just going flop, deal with it, I want Mum and Dad time for a sec now. He’s so dorky and I love it. Also I absolutely adore seeing grown men be secure enough to openly be affectionate with their parents.

At the end of the day he’s still their little boy 🥺🧡

[pastryfication]

say yes to the dress

pairing: lando norris x reader (or more likely lando’s family x reader) note: i have been watching way too much say yes to the dress lately so i just couldn’t stop myself from writing this.

the soft chime of the bell above the boutique door rings as you step inside, followed by a warm rush of air scented with lavender and vanilla. the room is bathed in soft light that reflects off the rows of pristine white wedding dresses hanging delicately on their racks. you take a deep breath, feeling the thrill and nerves swirl in your chest. today is the day. today, you’ll—hopefully—find the dress.

your mother is the first to stride forward, her eyes twinkling with excitement. she squeezes your hand, a mix of pride and nostalgia evident in her lingering gaze. “i can’t believe my little girl is getting married,” she says softly, her voice catching in her throat. “i can still remember when you were a little baby resting on my chest.”

beside her, your sister grins, playfully nudging your shoulder. “she’s about to be mrs. lando norris!” she teases, drawing a laugh from you. it still feels surreal, like a beautiful dream you never want to wake up from.

lando’s mother, cisca, approaches you with a warm smile, her two daughters—your future sisters-in-law—flo and cisca, close behind. “i think we’re all in for a treat today,” she says, her eyes scanning the racks of dresses. “we’re not leaving until we find *the* one.”

you look around, feeling surrounded by so much love. these are your people, your family. it’s just the six of you today—no cameras, no fanfare, just a group of women on a mission to find the dress that will make you feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

the boutique owner, an elegant woman with a thick french accent, greets you all warmly. she gestures toward a plush seating area with a mirrored platform. “please, make yourselves comfortable. i’ll bring out a selection to start with. if there’s anything specific you’re looking for, let me know.”

the anticipation bubbles inside you as you take a seat, flanked by your sister on one side and flo on the other. you look over at the group, feeling grateful to have everyone here with you. “so, i’m thinking something simple, maybe lace—”

“maybe lace?” your sister interrupts, raising an eyebrow. “girl, you’re about to marry lando freaking norris. this is your moment to shine!”

you laugh, feeling your cheeks warm as you send her a playful glare. “okay, maybe a little sparkle, but nothing too crazy.”

flo leans over, whispering conspiratorially. “don’t worry, we’ll make sure you look stunning. lan won’t know what hit him.”

the boutique owner returns with a selection of dresses, each more beautiful than the last. as you browse through them, running your fingers over the intricate beadwork and soft silks, you hesitate, glancing at the price tags. it’s hard not to feel a pang of guilt at the sight of the numbers, even though you know lando would give you the world if you asked.

“i don’t want to go overboard,” you say quietly, almost to yourself. “i mean, we have a budget, and i don’t want to spend too much—”

cisca turns to you, her expression immediately softening. she places a gentle hand on your arm. “sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about that. you have no budget. lando wants you to have exactly what you want and he’ll take care of everything. if you even think about being humble, i’ll have him on speed dial.”

you blink, taken aback by her generosity and the easy confidence with which she says it. “i just . . . i don’t want to—”

she shakes her head with a reassuring smile. “this day is about you, and lando doesn’t want you to hold back. you’re part of our family now, and we want you to feel as special as you are.”

your mother nods in agreement, her eyes misty. “you deserve this, honey. you and lando both do.”

you feel your heart swell, grateful beyond words. you’ve always known Lando would do anything for you, but to hear his family say it, to feel their unwavering support—it’s everything. you’re marrying into more than a relationship; you’re becoming a part of something bigger, something that’s filled with love.

you try on the first few dresses, and all of them are gorgeous, but they don’t feel special. it isn’t until you take one of the most simple gowns, a soft lace gown that hugs your figure just right, that your heart gets stuck in your throat.

you step onto the platform and look at yourself in the mirror. for a moment, you’re speechless. you see yourself, not just as a bride, but as a woman surrounded by the people who love her most.

there’s a collective gasp from the group, and you turn to see their faces lit up with joy. your sister is already snapping photos on her phone, and lando’s sisters are whispering to each other, both clearly enamored with the dress.

cisca wipes away a tear, her smile broad. “you look absolutely stunning. everybody’s gonna be speechless.”

you feel a surge of happiness as you spin around, the dress twirling elegantly. “do you think this is the one?”

your mother stands, crossing the room to take your hands in hers. “only you can decide that, but if it feels right, it’s perfect.”

you glance back at your reflection, and you know. it’s perfect. this is the dress you’ll walk down the aisle in, the dress you’ll wear when you say, “i do,” to the love of your life.

and as you stand there, surrounded by laughter, kind words, and the unconditional love of the women around you, you know this is just the beginning of a lifetime of beautiful moments.

[sociallyrepressed]

there’s something so special in the way Lando tucks his face into someone’s neck when they’re hugging, you can tell just how deeply he loves and how loved he his in return

[landhoe-norris]

I am too weak for this 🥲🥲

[acrosstobear]

lnfour Forever his No.1 fans ❤️

[cauliflwrr-racing]

stopp this is too cute 😭🥹🧡

[f1-birb]

lnfour P5 today to wrap up a fantastic first half of 2024. Keen as for the next 10 💪

[maxkirin]

im live right now playing ffxiv with friends

im a healer baby (please be nice to me 🥺)

[racewinnerlandonorris]

wholesome moments 🥹

[abstracthell]

this is a #subliminal #result or BLIMEY!Cor! for keyword { bewitch } it will leave with an official office, called witchmag. If you don't know what you are doing, be careful as you might achieved what you so dearly dread.

[landonor]

this boy🧡🧡🧡

[otterpiastri]

2019 Australian Grand Prix