#and that I've done a lot of masking

[probablyaparadox]

I'm not usually one for autism hc's but ykw movie shadow is VERY autistic/neurotypical coded imo. I think it's the "beware the alien freak" that does it for me thematically. He struggles to relate to people, so the people who he can relate to and who care about are SUPER valuable to him, because it feels like there is something wrong with him. People look at him like there is something wrong with him, or something bad and different. Like idk I feel like a lot of media I've seen doesn't address THAT aspect. Behaviours in representation is one thing, but experience is another, and the experience aspect is really important to me, which is why I see it more with Shadow. Before I first had it brought up that I might be autistic, I FELT like the "alien freak", and to other people who have felt that way, I think knowing you can be loved and seeing people like you is important. Also revenge Guac.

[kagooleo]

sharing a love for all things mundane and sweet 🍫✨💕

+ bonus! 🎆

[unma]

hearing about Hexie for the first time and so excited because I love love love that concept

[talentforlying]

tbh i think the coldest and most shocking thing that can happen in an argument with this man is if you call him "john" and he corrects you to "constantine". biggest red flag you can find on the play. sounds pretentious when you're not experiencing it. means he's absolutely fucking furious with you.

[leeshabeth90]

I've been trying Capcut for a while, so I'm uploading my first project here

[silverselfshippingchaos]

YAAAY I finally unlocked the boxing gym!

"had nothing to do with boxing until now" is really funny for some reason sjdjajs

[kerosene-saint]

man not having school all the time leads to me just sort of. sitting around waiting for halloween. like I got one more day and then it's halloween but it feels like it should be halloween now.

[chaseisglitched]

im now thinking how the argentum inanis vid could possibly be viewed since there is the whole marvin mask recording thing...

[bernie-jsyk]

was sick this week, but back on the horse* with putting together Sleep Masks: A COVID Dreams Zine! Here's one of my favorite WIP spreads so far.

*side note, there are like, 3 separate mentions of horses in the zine and 2 of them are in this spread?

hoping to get this posted this week; contributor copies are going out mid-October :)

[showfallsquigandiris]

Bit sad I have to wait just a bit longer until we can restart filming, but it'll be worth it to include our new replacement actor.

I've been thinking, maybe I should even let her design her own costume, wouldn't want those designing skills to go to complete waste!

[havegaysex]

It definitely varies widely but check your local library events page, and if your Library district doesn't have anything cool check the next nearest one that you can get to, you don't have to be a library card holder to go to a event at a library for free

like man doesn’t it fucking suck that there’s not really any public space. that you can’t go anywhere without spending money on food or transportation, that unless you wanna sit on a mall bench all day or browse library shelves you basically can’t do anything in public? even standing in front of a building without paying for something (“loitering”) is illegal. everything is built to punish homeless people which means if you ever want to sit down or rest or exist in public every building and park bench and windowsill is telling you to kill yourself instead. maybe that has something to do with the unpleasantness of online spaces, where everyone is shoved together into a giant digital chamber because it’s the only “public square” still available while also being isolated and alone in their room on their phone because everything sucks and a global pandemic is still happening. like I’m just saying I think that has more to do with how annoying people are on the internet than like mcu fanfiction

[finalgirlminamurray]

sawyer sisters loreposting part 4: charity (lacey)

Part of my character notes for my TCM AU.

Other posts:

Patience

Chastity

Temperance

Finally, the one and only: Miss Leatherface-Featherlace-Leather-and-Lace...but you can just call her Lacey. Youngest sibling, anxious people-pleaser, accomplished seamstress, craftswoman, homemaker, and efficient killer. Death/The Queen of Cups, reversed.

Full name: Charity Theresa Sawyer, the first of her sisters not to be named directly after a relative (the older three were all named to honor ancestors, but surprisingly there weren't as many Charities in the family.) The nicknames came later.

Born: May 18, 1948

Notes:

The youngest, but at the same time feels like the overlooked middle child and the beleaguered eldest daughter and everyone’s baby sister all at once. It’s a lot on one girl’s shoulders, but she manages.

Patience was the one who told her the whole truth about the circumstances of her birth, after their mother’s passing. This might have been a mistake; there was a reason their mother didn’t like to talk about it. Patience thought it was important for her to know, but thought afterwards that maybe her youngest sister didn’t understand. She did, but she still wondered how true it was that her mother really did want her.

Her mother noticed she wasn’t talking when she was at the age most children would have started, but at first figured it was because the twins were around to speak for her. By the time they were school-aged, though, she still wasn’t, and Homily decided it was best for Charity to stay home along with Temperance.

Her family quickly got used to her own ways of communicating, and the twins would even insist she did talk, just so softly and quickly that it was hard to understand her if you weren’t listening carefully. Patience would counter that it just felt that way because they lived with her, and besides, they were probably making up what they thought she was saying half the time anyway.

Her mother was always very patient with and attentive to her, and tried her best to make things easy for her. She had heard that children born to mothers later in life often had “problems”, and she didn’t ever want to neglect any of her girls or write them off as “slow” or stupid or worse, the way other kids like that might be. But she couldn’t be around all the time, and her sisters were less, well, patient.

(She was probably hit the hardest by their mother’s death, despite or especially because of her being the youngest when it happened. Everyone always said little Charity was the one who took after her the most. Patience would never be an adequate substitute as a caretaker, and even when their grandmother was more present, physically and mentally, she was also more of a harsh disciplinarian than Homily had ever been.)

She loves her family, all of them; the twins were her best friends growing up and the three of them stayed close, even if she finds them a little exhausting sometimes, and they do bother her the way siblings do. Patience, though, is frustratingly difficult for her to connect with, and she’s spent more of her life being scared of her than bonding with her as her sister.

Despite this, Patience does really believe in her and will defend her from anyone outside the family who underestimates or dismisses or is at all mean to her. Lacey just doesn’t know about most of these instances, since they happen outside their home and she doesn’t get out much.

Patience helped her get her first actual job, working alongside Temperance at the slaughterhouse knocking cattle in the head. Her sisters vouched for her that it was a job she could do and in fact do it well, as if she’d inherited their grandmother’s skill. She’s honestly always been pretty unsentimental about it; she’s not sadistic with animals, but she has accepted that some of them are raised for meat and they will be killed, and someone has to be the one to do it.

In fact, she’s very practical about the act of killing in general. It’s just something that her family does. Since it’s generally for the same purpose, she doesn’t see the humans she kills as much different from the livestock. Some of them are just destined to become meat. She doesn’t particularly enjoy killing people any more than you would any mundane task.

This attitude makes her an efficient contributor to the household, but since it’s her primary response to any unfamiliar person being in the house (which cannot happen, because there is a lot of incriminating evidence in that house), Patience doesn’t like her to be left alone. They can’t have too many mysterious disappearances on their hands, especially not of people who live close by, and you really can’t trust that no one would be dumb enough to walk right into a stranger’s house when nobody answers the door. And Temperance never remembers to lock the damn door.

She lost her job in the last round of layoffs in their town, with the plants claiming they were catching up to the times with regards to automation in the industry. At one point all four sisters had been contributing to the household, and now suddenly half of them weren’t, and Chastity was already talking about moving out. She was aware of all this even if Patience thought she wasn’t.

She always liked to wear some kind of covering over her face to minimize the sensory issues that came with being out in the heat and dust and dry winds where they lived, and the smells and anything that might be in the air at her job. Patience was wary about letting her do so in public and drawing the inevitable stares, but she conceded it might seem reasonable to tie a cloth around the bottom half of your face at work. The full masks came later.

It was something to do with identity, yes. She did feel sometimes like she had to become a different person when she went out with Patience to the store, or when she went to work, or even when she was hanging out with her sisters, than when she was alone. And who was she when she was alone, anyway?

The dinner guests interested her, sometimes, when they made it impossible to ignore that they were people, from different places, and they had their own lives and friends and families and jobs and hobbies and all sorts of things about them that made them unique, and often just so different from the people she knew and the place she lived. It was interesting to go through the things they left behind and sort of get a sense of who they were from that.

When she lost her job that was another part of her identity that was now gone and she didn’t know what to do with the space that left. So the first time they had a guest over after that, she decided to take their face. She had heard before that the reason people didn’t seem to want to talk to her – or even really see her as a person at all – when she was in public was because she didn’t look like she had one. A face, that is.

She picked up sewing fairly easily when her mother taught her, showing her the various household tasks she did at home so Charity could help out, because she did want to. She watched her mother mend clothes and make new ones and it was one of the tasks she took over after her mother’s death. Working with this material was different and a lot harder, but she figured it out eventually. She had a lot more time on her hands now.

The twins thought it was cool, especially Temperance, since this was her kind of art project. Patience did not at first, but soon realized it wasn’t as if her youngest sister was going out at all these days. She worried, still, a little, about what it meant that she was letting her do this. As if they were all giving up on even pretending to be normal now.

Temperance was the first to call her by that nickname. It got shortened to Lacey not long afterwards, probably by Chastity, and pretty soon that’s all they were calling her. Patience is the only one who still calls her Charity.

She actually hasn’t heard any jokes about her name. Based on this, it seems to be objectively the best of the traditional virtue names to have, so naturally she’s the only one of her sisters who doesn’t go by her “real” name on a regular basis.

She doesn’t think very often about the prospect of leaving home; it’s never really been an option for her the way it has been slightly more plausible for her sisters. Occasionally she allows herself to contemplate what a life outside of this might look like for her. It’s not that easy – this is all she’s ever known.

She rarely sees their dinner guests as people, and in turn they don’t seem to acknowledge her as a person very often either; when someone is that focused on killing you and nothing else, it’s hard to think of them as a human who can be reasoned with. That made it especially shocking for her the first time she had someone cornered and they looked into her eyes and spoke directly to her. It was a voice she’d heard before on the radio – maybe that helped.

If she had to think about it, she’d say she’s interested in both men and women, or anyone who might be nice to have a relationship with regardless of gender, but that definitely isn’t something she’s thought about much in her life (again, never seemed like much of an option for her.) It’s hard to imagine that kind of thing for herself, the kind of person who might want to be with her while also being totally outside of the family. Even in a purely platonic way.

It’s not that she’s happy living with her sisters and no one else, and never leaving the house, and making the killing of human beings her main talent. But it’s certainly safer for her to live this way, and she doesn’t know what she’d do if something were to happen to seriously destabilize their situation.

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Through Their Eyes ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes

𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸

𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸

masterlist ☾☼

charles’ version

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

carlos

carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.

carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.

fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.

"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.

carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.

he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"

y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"

it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.

carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.

carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.

carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.

the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.

they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.

the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.

"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.

lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.

"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"

y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.

she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.

just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.

"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."

"what?"

"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."

"oh. so, when are you leaving?"

"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."

"you got in."

"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.

"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"

carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.

"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.

the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.

"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.

he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

daniel

when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.

he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.

daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.

y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.

that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.

at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.

when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"

she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.

and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.

two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.

"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.

lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."

daniel didn't know that.

"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.

lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"

"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.

daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.

the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.

"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.

the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"

"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.

"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.

daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.

just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"

y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.

lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.

pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"

noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"

taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"

"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.

"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.

"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"

"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.

kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.

daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.

his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

max f

max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.

he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.

max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.

the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.

they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.

"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.

"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.

"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.

"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.

"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.

suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"

"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.

"you baked me something?"

"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"

they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.

it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.

max knew their relationship would change soon.

and it had.

after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.

she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.

she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.

y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.

max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.

it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

alex and george

alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.

they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.

they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.

it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.

lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.

y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.

lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.

but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.

over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.

the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.

alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.

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max v

padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.

they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?

they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.

parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.

"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"

"-fucked. you're basically fucked."

lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.

unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"

y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"

max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.

"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.

y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"

she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.

max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.

"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.

"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.

"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.

"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."

"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"

max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."

"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.

it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.

"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.

"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.

"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"

"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"

lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.

"forgive me?" lando asked softly.

"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"

he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.

"deal. i love you," lando said.

"i love you more,"

"not possible,"

"watch me,"

max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.

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oscar

there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.

sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.

oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.

just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.

oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.

just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.

finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.

oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.

he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.

he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.

he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.

he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.

the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.

he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.

he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.

in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.

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i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :)

[theorphicangel]

cw: needles, tattoos

bf! sukuna who is also a tattoo artist promising to do your first ever tattoo!

you were hestitant at first but one night after studying his own tattoos, you wondered what black ink would look like on your own skin. after much debate with yourself, you confess to sukuna your deep desire to be tattooed, preferbly by him.

he's eating a bowl of cereal during your confession. you show him a few designs and ask for his opinion. he looks at you up and down.

'you want a tattoo?'

'yes.'

'you do know it's permanent right?'

'I know.'

he chews, waiting for the punchline to kick or for you to change your mind abruptly. but it never comes.

not when you finalise the designs, perfecting and practicing as much as he could so it could be exactly what you envisioned.

not when the day before you mentally prepare yourself for the pain of the tattoo gun.

and not even when you enter his parlor for your appointment, Sukuna puts your name last in the book so that he has something to look forward to throughout the day.

it only comes after Sukuna has prepped you and you're sat in the chair with your arm propped that you say, 'wait i've changed my mind.'

'you've got to be fucking joking-'

'wait! let me think.'

you take a dramatic deep breath in and out, 'let's do it.'

'fucking weirdo' sukuna mumbles pulling up his face mask. you have to admit that whilst waiting for your tattoo it was pretty hot to watch your boyfriend in his element. his tight black tee which shows off the tattoos on his arms as well as his bulked figure. you watched his muscles flex as he moved around, sanitizing his area for you and setting everything up.

'are you really ready?' he asks one more time, snapping you out of your thoughts.

you nod.

'don't move'

'well duh.' you reply.

'you flinch at the sight of needles' Sukuna notes, turning on the tattoo gun and the obnoxious buzzing begins.

'don't remind me!' you snap, trying your best not to move from the position you were in.

'look over there.'

'I am.'

Right before the needle hits your skin, you ask a question pausing sukuna just centimetres from your arm. 'can I hold your hand?'

a pause. and sukuna gives you a look that says 'you've got to be kidding me'

'I need both of my hands to do your fucking tattoo idiot.'

'I was just asking.'

He lets out a sigh, regaining his focus. 'afterwards, when I clean you up.'

'Kay.'

'Do I get a sticker?'

'No.'

'Some chocolate-'

'this isn't a doctor's office, brat.'

you say nothing more, finally allowing to sukuna to do his job. with a wince the needle hits your skin.

it hurts, like a mother fucker. but you decide that it would turn out to be even worser if sukuna wasn't by your side.

biting on your free hand to distract you from the pain, the tattoo is quickly done and over, thanks to sukuna's expertise. the design comes out better than ever and you let out a gasp. sukuna begins to clean you up and wrap up your tattoo.

you can't help but gleam every time you look at it, unable to tear away your eyes.

'look now we're twins!'

'barely.' he teases, 'you're gonna need a whole lot more to match me.'

[haarute]

it's funny looking back and realizing that people putting me in a pedestal has happened more times than I had noticed in my life, and every time it ends with me trying as hard as I can to distance myself or actively make myself appear more flawed, despite it being often times my fault for trying too hard to be liked

so like i'm at a point where the negatives have now become obvious and counterproductive enough that i'm trying to beat the RSD down with a stick and it's sorta working, and i think i'm starting to see a more genuine version of myself emerge as a result, which is kind of exciting

[homunculus-argument]

One of the most fun character concepts that I've had that I've never been able to fit into anything is The Most Appropriate Socialite Lady. Nobody dislikes her, but she is, indeed, very Appropriate, always seeming to do everything precisely to social etiquette, even according to social rules that nobody else knew were a thing. If there is a protocol to how to behave or respond in any given situation, no matter how obscure or how long ago it was that this was written down in some Refined Society Etiquette Book, she'll know it. So she is a bit old-fashioned sometimes, but not in a regressive way.

Every time there's a situation where nobody actually knows what the right way to respond would be, they quietly glance at her, because either she knows exactly how to handle this, or if the situation truly is without precedent, her educated guess of what should be done must be the right one. Someone might even write it down for a future etiquette book, of how This Most Polite Well-Mannered Lady responded to this awkward situation.

She doesn't judge people, and is never rude about people breaking Good Manner Rules on purpose (as pointing out someone doing so would be impolite), but the way she seems genuinely surprised and confused whenever someone breaks the protocol that nobody else might even been aware of makes people feel self-conscious or awkward sometimes. And she politely pretends to not notice that. She is very kind, very sweet, but also extremely Appropriate.

So even if this isn't a Victorian style gentlemanly "fine ladies are fragile and must be sheltered from the world"-style society by default, people still feel the need to behave well and be on their best formal behaviour around her, not out of fear of judgement but because she genuinely is that way and nobody wants to upset her. And if someone who doesn't give a shit about protocols upsets her on purpose by deliberately doing something that's fucking rude, they'll be discreetly moved to a different location before getting the shit beat out of them because fuck you for upsetting her.

The thing is, she's actually just autistic as hell. She originally started reading up on social etiquette as a way of masking, but it became a special interest for her, and she isn't just thrilled to teach you how to properly fold a napkin to help you better fit in to the Refined Society, but because she fucking loves infodumping. She's not trying to set herself apart, gatekeep, judge others or show off how she's better than you (like many others of her background would), she just genuinely enjoys having explicitly and clearly written rules and instructions on how to behave in society.

Also the tactful and graceful way in which she doesn't pay notice to veiled insults, or people accidentally saying something insulting to her, isn't always an act. A lot of the time she genuinely just does not notice.