#FOR LIKE A MONTH

[walleeli]

“whatever keeps you around it keeps you around”

Um. I really cannot stress how much I have not recovered from listening to Unreal Unearth and reading Trimax volume 10 for the first time within a week of each other. Unparalleled experience. Thank you Trigun bookclub for your beautiful, horrible timing…

(Alternate caption: “when I was young I used to guess, are there limits to any emptiness?”)

((If you haven’t given it a listen I highly recommend Hozier’s third studio album Unreal Unearth. It’s beautiful, it’s heartbreaking, it’s a love letter to the human experience, it’s so SO layered I feel like I’m still getting new stuff out of it with every listen <3 Ok thats all thanks bye love you.))

[scrollonso]

First Kiss (Race 15)

A strollonso AU where 18 year old rookie Lance Stroll falls helplessly in love with the notoriously mean world champion. (1.3k words, seblance, so cute, then ANGST. but then fluff?) [@v3lnys @biancathecool] {I don't like the end of this but fuck it we ball!!! and now writers block starts}

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Lance walked into the grid with Sebastian, he was going to be driving for Sauber during free practice so the two got to catch up until then.

They'd been in karting together for years before Formula 1 was even an atainable goal for the boys but now that one was a race winner and the other was negotiating a contract it was insane. Sometimes Lance wondered if him and Nico got on so well because he'd practically grown up with Seb and the two were pretty similar.

"Scared?" Lance asked, looking down at his friend as they just wandered around the paddock, it felt nice today.

"Should I be?" The German boy laughed, overgrown blonde hair being blown all over the place as they walked

"Five Germans on the grid today, I'm scared." He laughed as well, grabbing his shoulder in response to his friend smacking him

"Piss off" Sebastian groaned, speeding up to pass Lance, smiling as he heard his foot steps speed up, the Canadian pleading for him to slow down

Sebastian did well during free practice, Lance going to the Sauber garage straigjt away to congratulate his friend

"Kumpel" He called, pulling the shorter boy into his arms as he patted his back "Good job, Sebby"

"Sebby is insane." The German laughed, hugging his friend back

"Expected you to crash" He added, smiling once Seb pushed him away, cursing at him under his breath "Joking, joking, I knew you'd do good."

Qualifying came to an end, Lance in 8th, Fernando in 10th, and Nico in 19th. A very diverse group.

"Nando" Lance said, having found his boyfriend first because he'd been to busy with Sebastian to find him any earlier

"Hola, Lancito" The Spaniard smiled, it looked like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders just because he saw the Canadian. "How are you, mi vida?"

"I'm good" He nodded, Fernandos smile contagious. "Are you okay?"

"Si, why wouldn't I be?" Fernando questioned, not caring what place he qualified now that he was talking to Lance.

"Brad told me Quali wasn't the best for you are Fisichella, I figured you'd be upset."

"Am fine, just slower than usual. Engineers are looking at my car, not sure what is wrong." Lie.

Lance and Fernando spoke for a little longer before they began lining up on the grid, both Renault's in row 5 behind him and De La Rosa.

The race got off to a much better start but only 10 laps in Brad told him Nico was retiring, driveshaft issue, but his car seemed to be perfectly fine.

He didn't respond, just nodded to himself like Brad could see him.

In the next 20 laps both him and Fernando had managed to go up 3 and 4 spots, in 5th and 6th place respectively. Yamamoto and De La Rosa had also retired so now it was down to 19.

Another 13 laps went by smoothly, Lance and Fernando now in 4th and 5th until the Spaniard lost control and his engine blew, leaving a cloud of smoke and a worried Lance on the track

"Is Fernando okay?"

"Is Alonso the renault whos off the track?"

"Yes, is he okay?"

"He is, now focus, Lance." Brad said, unsure if the man was okay but he knew telling the Canadian that would just hurt his performance.

Lance ended the race in 4th, 8 seconds behind Robert but he couldn't bring himself to care as he went straight to looking for Fernando, his engineer telling the boy where he was.

He knocked on Fernandos drivers room, waiting for a second with no response so he knocked again "Nando?"

The door opened right away and before he could speak the Spaniard was hugging him

They spoke for a bit, going over the race together.

"You did so good, mi vida, so impressive for a rookie."

"I'm sorry about your race"

"Is okay, I do not care anyway." Lie. Fernando shrugged, simply brushing off the fact that his engine blew on track and he didn't finish.

"You don't care?" His eyebrows furrowed, wearing his emotions on his face.

"Lancito, am not sure why exactly you are upset, you finished the race in the points. I do not care about me not finishing, I simply have to try harder next week" Fernando was calm, how was he so calm. Michael Schumacher was 2 points behind him in the world championship. A seven time world champion was 2 points behind him in the world championship.

"Exactly, Nando, that's the problem! We're so close to the end of the season and you're so close to winning the world championship again and you just- you don't care? How can you not care?"

"The championship doesn't matter to me, all the media and hastle of being on the podium, is not what I look forward to, I love my job, Lancito, you know I do, but is not the only thing I have anymore." Lie.

"I know, you've said it a hundred times, Fernando. Of course I know you love racing. But I just- god I feel like it's my fault distracting you, I hate knowing that you're okay with losing because you get to see me, I hate to see you lose, you were born to win, you're too talented to give it up because of me."

"Lancito-" Fernando paused, running his hands through his messy hair "am sorry but you are wrong, that is not why I am fine with not winning, you are not at fault here, mi sol." Lie.

"Fine, but that doesn't change the fact that you have something good here, Nando, being a two time world champion is fantastic, I just-" Lance knew what he meant he just had no idea how to put it into words, he felt like the Spaniard wasn't understanding where he was coming from. He didn't want Fernando to throw anything away, he didn't want him to make any decisions where he considered Lance before his career. He loved having Fernandos attention, he loved being alone with him, he loved loving him, but the championship should be more important than that.

"Is that really what this is about? Me winning the championship?" Fernando asked, knitting his eyebrows together, somehow not surprised that the world championship is what Lance is most worried about "If this is about the title, Michael can take it. I don't want it without you."

"Fernando. Don't waste your talent because of me. You have a hunger." Lance shook his head, stepping away from him as the Spaniard desperately came after him "You're brilliant, you want to win, you want to be the best, and you are. Don't settle for second because of me."

"Okay, am sorry." Lie. He spoke softly, just wanting to end the conversation as his arms reached out and pulled the Canadian to him, one hand on the small of his back as the other stroked the boys hair, feeling how shakey his breaths were, he almost regretted lying about being sorry but now part of him was. "The rest of the season I'll be on that podium for you."

Lance didn't respond, he just settled his head in the crook of the Spaniards neck, eyes shutting as he took in the scent of the older man, embarrassed at how worked up he'd gotten himself over another persons race

"I'll win again, I'll win for us." Fernando said with false confidence, truly not caring whether he won or not. It was weird. He'd never cared about anything how he cares about Lance. He's never enjoyed losing but now he didn't mind it as long as he got to see Lance when it was over. But now he knew to never admit that to Lance so he would lie, just a little white lie.

[xoxavery]

things in my camera roll from 2020

[slytherinshua]

i try to be nice to everyone and get along with all the people that want to be friends w me but some people i just don't click with and it sucks 😭😭😭 either the conversations are always dry or they're too immature/weird and i get grossed out so fast but idk how to tell them that they're making me uncomfortable 💀💀💀

[sophfandoms53]

I’m so drained and so tired from that entire finale and the entire season rn, but there were many positives from the show and the tag this year that I’m not in the headspace to dive into, but i shall be getting sappy soon LMAOO

For now, finale mood

[kagehiradaily]

day sixty.six - card saturday 🎬

[king-fungus]

First post of the year, a little late.

B team for the win

[idkimtiredanddumb]

God I wish Neil had told Kevin and Matt that their dynamic reminded him of Alison and Seth (without the desperate sexual undertones) (but like he really stresses the desperate in that part)

[madnessatdawn]

Unlike ordinary people, I hear the coming of fall and the spooky season in the simplest ways. Moving the spiders. That's right, the minute things start cooling down, a bunch of spiders come to roost. Thanks to my mom's fondness for Charlotte's Web, we just moved the big ass spiders. But here is the kicker they bloody come back, the ungrateful assholes. Yes, a porch is a great place to start a home, but have you considered the poor delivery people you're spooking, buddy.

[swirly-lemonade]

LETS GOOO 💪

[madtomedgar]

As someone who got fucked over big time by $250 in medical debt that I couldn't pay at the time because i was too sick to work, keeping anything below $500 from impacting your credit score is actually kind of a big deal. Also that number can be raised once there is data to argue that this is a net social good. Like it's not as good as it could be but tbqh it's giving real "never had a situation where a bill under $500 could ruin my life" energy. So.

[lumisails]

I need to get a hold of myself and actually work on the gifsets I wanna make. I have so many ideas

[puffin-smoke]

Shoutout to that one time in highschool when they removed all the mirrors from the toilets because they thought they were making us vain

[trixterdark]

Imagine if Charlie's Angels (2000) came out today

Sam Rockwell / Eric Knox would be the Tumblr boy du jour

This one scene would have generated so many damn Knox x Fem! Reader fanifcs, so many headcanon posts, so many playlists I swear if I've observed anything on this site its how down bad yall are for any remotely terrible specimen of a man

[undeadboyfriendsupportgroup]

PLEASE. ASK ME ABOUT MY TOP 3 MARTIM SONGS. PLEAAAZAUHHEHEHABDBWMDMWMDMMWMDQKNDKW

[tsireyqs]

your such a brat now that your a bigger blog 😢