#blind GD

[yes-armageddon-it]

[dear-mrs-otome]

Not the mabushiiiiiiiii IT GETS ME EVERY TIME 🥺

[a-heart-of-kyber]

If Heimerdinger has no haters, I am Dead.

[eraserheadadult]

im sorry some of you are too blind to realize big tits no bra is a masculine look for the ages. butches and trans men who rock this are by far gds strongest soldiers

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

funny u bring up angel beats in that one ask since iirc the director of angel beats also directed the p4 anime

Haha....yeah I think I remember seeing that one time and going "gdi how did this happen????" Tbh it's not just them but also the writers that probs made AB work. TT0TT

Plus iirc AB was an original work rather than an adaptation. P4tA would've probs been fine if....well.....I didn't know what the original text was. TT0TT orz

It's one thing to take something at face value as itself vs taking it at face value when you know the original context.

If P4tA had existed but not the game......I think I would've liked it, but not fallen in love with Persona in general like the P4 game did for me.

[musclesandhammering]

I don’t even ship wincest but I’ll go to my death defending its canon validity before you catch me saying one (1) positive thing about d*stiel or j*hnlock istg 😭

The same people who claim Johnlock was queerbait and point out the many little things that prove they were in love go and say Wincest is us being delusional. Baby... those things you use as proof are like 1% of what Sam and Dean have done for and to each other.

[mashtatosworld]

UHHH hi so i loved your stylist fic sooo muchh and can't help but wonder abt something related to it — what about reader being a famed/on the rise fashion designer?? — like imagine in recent times (esp: übermensch comeback!) reader newly got hype from the fashion world, and met gd in an event, and boom! a reunion. turns out reader was a junior stylist or an underrated designer for bb back in the days!!! 🫶🫶

stitches

an unofficial sequel to 'close to you'

summary: in which its not a one time thing

warnings: mild spice

The city hummed with the energy of Fashion Week - paparazzi flashes against cobblestone streets, the scent of expensive perfume clinging to the evening air, the sharp, rhythmic clack of designer heels against marble floors.

You had been here before - behind the scenes, hands stained with fabric chalk, threading needles under blinding white lights. But this time was different.

Your designs were finally on the runway. Your name was printed in glossy magazines. You weren’t just a stylist working behind the scenes anymore - you were the name they whispered in exclusive showrooms, the designer people wanted to dress their muses in.

And yet, as you stepped into the private Chanel fitting room, all the prestige, all the professional detachment you had built over the years, nearly crumbled.

Because he was there.

Jiyong.

Sitting casually on the velvet settee, dressed in soft creams - a Chanel sweater, wide-leg trousers, sleek glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His hair was a bright shade of teal that sharpened his already striking features, tattoos peeking from his sleeves.

He looked effortless. He looked exactly the same.

But something had changed.

Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly when he saw you. Maybe it was how his fingers, always adorned with rings, tensed where they rested on his knee.

Or maybe it was the years that had stretched between you - years that hadn’t dulled the weight of your last, bitter goodbye.

He stood, pushing his glasses up into his hair. “You came.”

You exhaled slowly, adjusting your posture. Professional. Cool. Not the girl who once let herself get tangled up in him, lost in hotel rooms and late-night after parties. “It’s my job.”

A smirk tugged at his lips, but there was something softer beneath it. His hands slid deep into his pockets. “I’ve been trying to work with you for years.”

You ignored the way your stomach clenched.

It had been years since Tokyo, since you burned through each other like cigarettes, all heat and ruin. Years since you walked away - choosing your degree, your career, stability.

You had dodged his attempts to reconnect - choosing to not repeat history.

“I was busy.”

It was hard to convince yourself you had moved on, throwing yourself into your work. What happened between you was nothing but a whirlwind, a mistake that burned too bright, too fast.

You spent years undoing him.

So why did it feel like all of that was unraveling with just one look?

Jiyong hummed, his gaze slow as it traveled over you - not in the way it once did, full of hunger and unchecked arrogance, but with something more measured.

He gestured to the garments hanging beside him - all of them pieces you had designed. “These are yours.”

You nodded. “They are.”

Something flickered across his face - pride? Nostalgia? He stepped closer, his voice quieter now. “I always knew you’d make it.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could respond, a Chanel director entered the room, breaking the moment. Business resumed.

Jiyong trusted you completely this time - no critiques, no controlling demands. He wore what you gave him, let you adjust the fabrics on his shoulders, let you guide the fittings with an ease that startled you.

But even as Jiyong let you take the lead, something about the way he looked at you made it clear - this wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The fitting wrapped up, assistants buzzing around, discussing final details for the show. You were busy collating your notes, running through tomorrow’s schedule in your mind, when Jiyong’s voice cut through the noise.

“You should come to the show.”

You frowned, glancing up at him. “I am coming to the show. I’ll be backstage.”

His lips quirked, amused. “No, jagi.” His voice dropped just enough to make your breath hitch. “I mean with me.”

You stared at him, thrown.

“I’m supposed to be working.”

He tilted his head, watching you closely. “You’ve already done your job. The collection is finished. Your work is on the runway.”

“You've never invited your stylists to sit next to you before.” you countered, folding your arms.

Jiyong leaned in slightly. “I want you beside me.”

Something in your stomach flipped, but you swallowed it down. “Jiyong - "

“You should be seen.” His eyes searched yours, a challenge flickering beneath the surface. “You deserve to be seen.”

It wasn’t just about the show. It was about you. About the years you had spent in the shadows, about him recognising the weight of your success.

You hesitated.

And then, slowly - against every warning in your mind - you nodded.

"Ok. But this is a one time thing."

He smirked, victorious.

"Sure."

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The night of the show, the energy was intoxicating - Parisian air thick with anticipation, flashing lights illuminating your face as you sat beside him.

And Jiyong - he was magnetic.

Even after years away from the spotlight, he commanded the room effortlessly. The moment he entered, cameras followed. People whispered. And yet, he barely paid them any mind.

Because his attention was on you.

His hand rested on the small of your back. His fingers traced the edge of your sleeve absentmindedly. Every time he leaned in to whisper something, his lips skimmed your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

It felt too easy.

Too familiar.

Like slipping back into something dangerous - something you had sworn you wouldn’t do again...

Then the night blurred into shared cigarettes and a quiet hotel suite, and when his lips found yours with a gentleness that hadn’t been there years ago, you didn’t stop him.

You let him pull you closer.

Let his hands wander.

Let yourself fall into bed - forgetting for a moment - that this would only end the same way it had before.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩��𓆪

Ten years ago in Tokyo:

“I’m not ‘running,’ Jiyong,” you snapped, your voice trembling with the mixture of fury and something else you couldn’t quite control. “I’m fucking leaving because I’m done with this. Done with you."

His expression twisted into something vicious. “Yeah? Well, I’m done with you too.”

But that didn't stop him from kissing you. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t passionate. It was furious. He slammed you into the wall, his hands clutching your body like he wanted to tear you apart, like he was trying to erase the sound of your words.

You kissed him back, with all the rage you felt, letting it fuel everything – nails digging into his shoulders like hooks - like you didn't want to let go of this either. The kiss was rough, desperate, almost violent, and you knew this wasn’t going to be anything close to tender.

He shoved your dress up, the fabric bunching at your waist as he pulled at your underwear. There was no tenderness, no romance. Just the pure heat of anger and need. His fingers were rough, his movements harsh, as though punishing you for leaving, for not needing him.

You didn’t even know when you both came, when the fight and the heat collided in a mess of angry pleasure. All you knew was that it wasn’t love. It wasn’t even close.

When he pulled away, his chest heaving, he didn’t say anything. You didn’t either. He just stared at you, eyes full of something that might have been regret, or maybe just something cold.

“Go then.” he muttered.

And you did.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The first night, you told yourself it was a mistake. A lapse in judgment.

The second time, you told yourself it was closure.

By the third, you stopped making excuses.

But this time, something was different.

There were no rushed goodbyes. No tangled sheets and hurried exits.

Jiyong was careful now. He wasn’t all rough hands and whispered curses - he was patient, fingertips ghosting over your skin like he had all the time in the world. He traced the lines of your body like he was relearning them, like he was committing you to memory.

And he looked at you - not just with lust, but with something deeper.

It terrified you.

Because it felt like he wasn’t just having you this time.

It felt like he was keeping you.

And when he called you jagiya in front of people - when his hand rested on the small of your back, when he guided you through rooms full of industry elites like you belonged to him - you realised he wasn’t just playing pretend.

But you still weren’t sure.

Because this was Jiyong.

Because history had taught you that this would only end one way.

So one night in the quiet of his hotel room, when he pulled you onto his lap after your final dinner in Paris, fingers toying with the zipper of your dress, you finally said it.

“So when does this end?”

Jiyong stilled, his lips frozen on your shoulder. Then, he sighed and drew his face away. “Don't do that.”

You tensed. “Do what?”

“Put a limit on us.”

You shifted, but he didn’t let you pull back. Instead, he tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“I want this,” he murmured. “I want you.”

The words sank into your skin, warm and disarming.

Your voice was quieter now. “We don’t do relationships, Jiyong. Not us.”

His jaw tightened. “We didn’t.”

Something in his expression shifted - something raw, something real.

“That was a mistake.”

You slowly met his honest gaze, surprised at his confession.

“I let you go once,” he continued, fingers brushing your cheek. “I won’t do it again.”

The weight of his words settled deep in your chest, pressing against something you weren’t sure you could ignore anymore.

Because for the first time, it didn’t feel like a question.

It felt like a choice.

And he had already made his.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

not sure about this one, i struggled to find the right ending but i loved the prompt! keep them coming pls 😇

taglist: @petersasteria , @mirahyun , @allthoughtsmindfull

[jackhues]

...but it's something stronger | oscar piastri

note: here's part 3 <3 this is the FINAL part so i hope you all enjoy it! reminder to read part one and two linked below BEFORE this so you understand

one || two

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader, logan x best friend!reader, one sided!enemies to lovers

faceclaim: various, from pinterest

youruser & oscarpiastri

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youruser: your favs are back in vegas !!

user: stop the second pic

landonorris: again. photo creds? -> youruser: again. no.

landonorris: party in logan's room- be there by 9 -> youruser: what if i'm asleep at 9? -> landonorris: oscar get off of y/n's account -> logansargeant: well... i guess i'm hosting -> user: stop lando's friends with logan?? ahh i love this

user: awww i love them

user: girlie's trying too hard

user: nice to see she's finally coming to a race smh -> user: what is with y'all? a wag doesn't have a job- she's leeching off the man's money. a wag has a job and responsibilities and can't make it to a lot of races- she's unsupportive. like make up your mind gd

logansargeant: i have to see y'all being cute in person AND on my feed 😒😒 -> youruser: your fault -> oscarpiastri: you chose this life

y/bffsuser: imy bby <3 -> youruser: imym <33

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Y/N WALKED HAND IN HAND WITH OSCAR, following the hotel signs to Logan's room. She was happier than she'd been in quite a while. She'd joined Oscar in Australia, where she met his family, getting along surprisingly well with them. They were great people, which made it really easy for her.

She turned the corner, seeing Lando and Logan standing outside of their room.

"Finally," Lando grinned, seeing them.

"It's 8:45," Oscar told him. "We're early, if anything."

"Why are you guys outside?" Y/N asked.

"We're going to this bar that Lando found last year during the Grand Prix," Logan explained. "He said they've got hot bartenders."

"I see why you two would be down for that," Oscar rolled his eyes.

"Good answer," Y/N grinned. She turned back to the other two, "Alright then, let's get drunk."

"Not too drunk," Oscar corrected. "I want to be in bed by midnight."

"What are you, Cinderella?" Y/N asked. "Oscar, you're in Vegas once a year. Enjoy it."

"I'd like to enjoy it in bed," he muttered. "Also, you're wearing insanely high heels. You're going to be begging me to take your shoes in like an hour."

"Okay fine," Y/N agreed. "Not too many drinks, and in bed by twelve. We can manage it, no problemo."

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Y/N SMILED AT THE SIGHT OF OSCAR IN BED next to her, sleeping soundly. A slip of sunlight streamed through the curtains, covering him in a golden light. His hair was splayed over his forehead in an unruly manner, beckoning Y/N's hand closer.

She twirled one of the strands around her finger, taking a moment to admire him. He looked beautiful, even more every time she looked at him. She was almost blinded by how pretty she was.

It took a minute for her brain to catch up and realize his beauty wasn't blinding her, it was the sunlight glinting off the rock on her finger.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" she sat up, eye on the ring and trying to figure how the hell it got there.

Next to her, Oscar groaned.

"Shhhhhhh," he muttered. "My head hurts."

So did Y/N's. In fact, it was beginning to spin a little. Or maybe that was the room?

She turned back to Oscar, hoping to clear up why the fuck there was a hugeass engagement ring on her finger, but he didn't seem to be in the mood to wake up.

So she stole his blanket.

"Y/N!" Oscar groaned. "Give me my blanket! And turn the light off."

"Oscar, that's the sun," she told him. "Also, why are you in a cheap looking tux?"

"In a...?" He opened his eyes, surprised at the fact that he was actually wearing a tux — or at least parts of one. What he had on wasn't really nice, probably rented. Or secondhand bought? He looked back up at Y/N, tilting his head, "Uh... why are you in a wedding dress?"

"Huh?" Y/N looked down at her clothes, repressing the urge to scream at what she was wearing. It was a white minidress, not near anything she had planned to wear at her own wedding one day. "This isn't... it's not a wedding dress. It's a white mini dress."

"The veil falling out of your hair says otherwise," Oscar noted.

"The veil—" she reached up, pulling out what was indeed a veil. "Oh my God, I'm in a wedding dress. And I have an engagement ring on my finger. And you're in a tux. What the fuck happened?"

"Wait, you— you have an engagement ring... what?" Oscar sat up, his gaze finally falling on the ring she wore.

"Oh crap, I don't even know who it belongs to," she muttered in horror. "Where the hell am I supposed to return this? It must've cost a fortune..." she trailed off, eyes meeting Oscar's. Memories of the night before were coming back to her, or at least some of them were. "Oh my God, the Bahamas. You said you were going to propose then... but I— I was freaking out because there was no ring at the ceremony and you pulled this out."

"I was possibly going to propose at the Bahamas," he corrected. "I had it planned out, but just in case, I also had something for after the season."

"Can't say that wouldn't be a fucking dream," she shrugged.

"So you'd have said yes?" Oscar's eyes widened. "If I asked, I mean?"

"Oscar, I'm like 99% sure I married you while I was drunk out of my mind because of how much I love you," Y/N responded honestly. "I'd have said yes without a second thought."

"Well it's nice to know your response while sober," Oscar responded. "But... did we actually get married?"

"I... oh, I remember Logan began crying because—"

"Because you asked him to be your maid of honour," Oscar remembered. "And Lando appointed himself as my best man."

"And Elvis was standing funny while he was marrying us, and I kept trying to copy his stance, but it made my feet hurt," Y/N continued. "And... and you took my shoes off during the vows and said in your vow that you'd always carry my shoes after I did dumb things like try to copy Elvis."

"And in your vow you said you'll never let my life get boring, no matter how early I wanted to sleep," Oscar added. "You said... you said that you're so in love with me that you'd trust me with your heart."

"And that's when Lando started sobbing," Y/N remembered.

"No, he started crying after I took your shoe off," Oscar furrowed his brows.

"Oh my God, was Elvis crying at our wedding?"

"I gave him the tux jacket to wipe his eyes," Oscar remembered. "And he never gave it back."

"Oh yeah, he stalled the 'you may kiss the bride' part so much, I said it myself," Y/N muttered.

"Wait, so if we're married... where's the marriage certificate?"

AN HOUR LATER, the (probably) newlyweds had turned the room upside down, but still had no sign of the marriage certificate.

"Maybe we didn't actually get married?" Oscar wondered. "Like it was a faux?"

"Does that mean you're still proposing in the Bahamas?"

Before Oscar could answer, a knock sounded on the door, causing the two of them to freeze in their spots. The two of them looked at each other in their wedding clothes, then to the room, with clothes and belongings littered all around.

"Don't say a word," Oscar whispered. "They'll go away."

The two of them stayed silent and frozen for a while longer, but the knocking didn't stop.

"Guys, it's me and Lando," Logan said on the other side of the door. "Open up. We have your marriage certificate."

At that, Oscar ran to the door, dragging the two boys inside, before immediately shutting the door.

"What tornado came through here?" Lando asked, looking around.

"Tornado 'we were looking for our marriage certificate'," Y/N muttered, taking the certificate out of his hands. She read it three times, before silently passing it along to Oscar.

"Wow," he muttered, silently realizing the two of them were officially married.

"Congratulations," Lando grinned, pulling Y/N, Oscar, and Logan in for a group hug. "Oh, I'm so happy. When can I expect to be named the godfather?"

Oscar whipped his head to Y/N, eyes wide, "Was that why we got married? Was it a shotgun Vegas wedding?"

"Oscar, honey, if I was pregnant, I wouldn't have been drinking," she reminded him. "I'm not pregnant, okay? And Lando, quit scaring him like that. I think the wedding is more than enough for us to digest."

"Wait, you guys don't remember the wedding?" Logan looked between Y/N and Oscar.

"We do, but like random parts of it," Y/N explained. "Like I remember most of the ceremony, but why the fuck did we decide to get married?"

"How did the topic even come up?" Oscar added.

"Well, it all started after Y/N downed a shot without flinching," Lando reminded them. "And Oscar fell in love for the millionth time right then and there. Said he could marry her. A couple drinks later, you lightweights were out of it, and Oscar started telling everyone he was going to marry Y/N. Some guy at the bar recommended an Elvis guy, and Y/N was so excited to be married by Elvis that she agreed right then. And then you guys started going looking for 'something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue'."

"That's why I kept the heels on even though my feet were killing," Y/N muttered. "They were my something old."

"The ring was something new," Oscar added.

"What was something borrowed and something blue?" Y/N asked.

"Elvis' jacket," Logan supplied.

"What?"

"Elvis gave you his jacket because you said it'd be nice with the blue and borrowed. You're wearing his jacket in a lot of your wedding pictures," he explained.

"I'm sorry, wedding pictures?" Oscar asked. "Where the fuck did we find a photographer?"

"We're the photographers," Lando explained. "You sent us to buy some cameras while you guys did the something old and new. Logan got the polaroid, and I found a cute digital camera."

"At least you guys have the photos if not the memories," Logan grinned.

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youruser & oscarpiastri

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youruser: followed the queen of genovia's advice and ended up married to man who made my foot pop

oscarpiastri: i love you forever -> youruser: and ever and ever and ever and ever

oscarpiastri: looking beautiful as always mrs. piastri -> youruser: why thank you mr. piastri. you look lovely as well

user: THEY'RE MARRIED!!!!!!!!!!!

user: MOM AND DAD MOM AND DAD

user: yeah they're a pr relationship 🙄

logansargeant: i love you guys 🤍 -> oscarpiastri: are you still drunk? -> logansargeant: a little. i might cry again -> youruser: check in on hungover lando, he'll make you laugh -> user: LANDO AND LOGAN AT THE Y/NOSCAR WEDDING THIS IS NOT A DRILLLL

landonorris: FINALLY!!! -> user: wdym finally?? they met like 7 months ago this comment thread has been deleted

landonorris: guys it's too early to be this cute, but i love you so i'll let it pass

mclaren: congratulations y/n and oscar!!!

user: logan and lando moh/best man ?? -> youruser: yeah they were -> user: I'M DEAD NO FUCKING WAYYY

user: they're married already?? this ain't lasting -> oscarpiastri: thanks for ur unwanted opinion

user: i love how down bad they are for each other -> user: nah fr tho

f1: congratulations guys!!

charles_leclerc: congratulations! welcome to the family y/n!

user: princess diaries reference i love that movie -> oscarpiastri: she made me watch it with her

user: guys... hear me out... what if they got married in vegas? -> user: homie those pics ain't vegas

yourmomsig: i love you guys i'm gonna cry again -> oscarpiastri: no don't cry mum -> user: MUM

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YOUTUBE: WATCH - OSCAR PIASTRI POST QUALIFICATION INTERVIEW

INTERVIEWER: so first off oscar, congrats on the wedding

OSCAR: *smiles* thank you

I: we heard that the mrs. is actually here for the last race of the season, is that right? she had issues with her schedule, so you went for it all in her break, huh? vegas, a wedding, and now abu dhabi? in what, three weeks?

OP: yeah, she's here for this weekend. she was- well, she just partnered with another lawyer to actually open their law firm together, so she's actually going to have the rest of the year off, which we're both obviously excited about. but *laughs* i mean, once she said yes to marrying me, i didn't want to wait, you know? i'm just... you know, i'm really proud of her because everyone talks about the drivers and the media's always trying to diminish her, and the other partners' accomplishments, but it's absolutely insane all that she's done and all that she will do. it's great that i can stand next to her as her husband while she does all of it. i'm actually a little surprised that she even married me. marrying her's probably my biggest accomplishment.

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A YEAR LATER

f1, mclaren & oscarpiastri

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f1: AND HE'S DONE IT! IN THE ENTERTAINMENT CAPITAL OF THE WORLD, OSCAR PIASTRI, HAS BECOME THE WORLD CHAMPION 🏆🎆🎊

user: stop he's so cute

user: i'm crying oscar's a championnnnn

user: did anyone else hear y/n scream while he was on the podium -> user: "that's my husband!" girlie put her whole chest in that

mclaren: OSCAR OUR GUYYY

y/npiastri: THAT'S MY HUSBANDDD -> oscarpiastri: THAT'S MY WIFEEE -> user: iconic

charles_leclerc: congratulations oscar!

maxverstappen1: congrats mate!

logansargeant: congratulations oscar! well deserved win! -> oscarpiastri: thanks mate -> user: GUYS LOOK LOSCAR CRUMBS -> user: nom nom nom

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y/npiastri

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y/npiastri: THAT'S MY HUSBANDDD HE'S THE WORLD CHAMPION RAHHHHHH 🦅🦅🇺🇸🇺🇸

user: ain't he australian? -> y/npiastri: now he's american by association

oscarpiastri: THAT'S MY WIFEEEE SHE'S THE BEST HYPE WOMAN AND AN ABSOLUTE BOSS IN EVERYTHING -> y/npiastri: I LOVE YOU SO MUCH -> oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU MORE -> y/npiastri: I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THAT -> oscarpiastri: I LOVE YOU EVEN MORE THAN THAT -> logansargeant: WHY ARE WE YELLING AT EACH OTHER?? -> landonorris: you're all sitting next to each other you realize that -> user: NOT A DRILL THE GREATEST GRID QUARTET IS TOGETHER IN VEGASSSS

y/bffsuser: RAHH 🇺🇸 REPRESENTTTT -> user: HE'S AUSTRALIAN 😭😭 -> y/npiastri: NOT ON MY INSTAGRAM PAGE TONIGHT 🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸

yourmomsig: congrats oscar 🤍 i'm so so proud of you! call me soon -> oscarpiastri: calling rn mum 🤍

user: stop the way he looks at her- i can't -> user: are you surprised? this the same man who said his biggest accomplishment is marrying her -> oscarpiastri: and it's still true!

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oscarpiastri & y/npiastri

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oscarpiastri: maybe vegas is just lucky for us

tagged: y/npiastri

y/npiastri: i love you so much i'd marry you in vegas a million times -> oscarpiastri: i love you so much but please don't expect me to ever drink that much or stay up that late again

y/npiastri: GET READY LOSERSSS BABY PIASTRI ON THE WAYYYY -> y/npiastri: baby piastri's genes boutta clear all your try hard babies' genes -> user: honey you know you shouldn't drink while pregnant right? -> oscarpiastri: she's not drunk, she's just been like this the entire pregnancy -> y/npiastri: AND THERE'S STILL SIX MORE MONTHS TO GOOOOO

user: STFU THAT TWITTER USER WAS TELLING THE TRUTH??? -> user: OSCAR AND Y/N WERE THE ONES IN VEGAS?? I'M GOING TO LOSE MY MIND -> user: can't believe they kept the secret for that long loll -> user: lando almost slipped sm times 😭😭

user: okay but the bahamas wedding thingy afterwards was a smart decoy ngl -> logansargeant: thank you 😊 -> user: YOU KNEW??? -> y/npiastri: ofc he and lando knew, who else would be our moh/best man in vegas?

logansargeant: guys really? i just stopped crying -> landonorris: I HAVEN'T STOPPED YET -> user: stop i love them -> user: need them to be godparents frr -> y/npiastri: one for each twin ye -> user: TWIN????? -> y/npiastri: oops

f1: congrats y/n and oscar!

user: oscar a DILF now -> y/npiastri: homie i been knew. why y'all think i bagged him? -> user: i though he just had such a big crush on you, he didn't really realize you were the weird girl -> y/npiastri: why would you say that to a pregnant woman? -> user: ohmygosh, i'm so sorry! i really hope you're not crying- -> y/npiastri: nah idgaf it's just funny seeing ppl freak out -> user: GIRL YOU HAD ME STRESSED -> oscarpiastri: welcome to my life -> oscarpiastri: i love you wife 🩷 -> y/npiastri: nice save

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THE END!!

i hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! this is honestly one of my fav series, and don't forget to show some love and reblog if you enjoyed <3

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[artificiallita]

sapphic deadclaws headcanon

- logan really loves country music (of the johnny cash willie nelson sad old man variety)

- wade also really loves country music (of the shania twain carrie underwood girlypop variety)

- great! this is something they can bond over

- incorrect! logan apparently took her finger off the pop-culture pulse circa 1980-whatever, and she doesn’t even know who miranda lambert *is* (or maybe her universe just doesn’t have one? either fucking way)

- and wade tries really gd hard to get into her stuff, but it’s a bit too much god-and-jesus dirge for her. have you ever *tried* shaking your ass to ain’t no grave? it’s a hard sell

- they eventually crack it and bond over a shared love of dolly parton

- apparently jolene is explicitly a lesbian love song in logan’s home timeline, as god intended

- this definitely does not lead wade to pestering the tva for weeks trying to convince them to let her go back to planet worst-wolverine for like five minutes because she just needs to hear it *once*. definitely not.

- but yeah, two decidedly different tastes eventually start to merge into one

- logan is humming before he cheats under her breath while she’s cooking, and wade is trying to harmonise to chicken in black in the shower because logan is right and cash had a lot more hits than misses

- blind al hates country music of any variety. she needs them both to stop this yeehaw bullshit immediately

(this silly idea brought to you by having talladega ten by the chattahoochies stuck in my head for the better part of 24 hours, because god wade would fucking love that shit)

[lucifertheanalyzer]

SPOILERS FOR THE GASLIGHT DISTRICT PILOT!!

I LOVED it. I love how gross and scary the action was the dynamic of the Smiling Dead family was so good. But then I weirdly got upset when I realized... I wish this was The Murder Family and now it’s literally confirmed that in s3 it's only going to focus on that damn Stolitz ship that NOBODY wants

I miss the assassinations so much the thrill, the chaos the show used to have. I held on, hoping it would get better, thinking it was going to be something amazing. But now that I’ve found The Smiling Dead, I finally feel like I can let go of the show I once loved

Unironically, The Gaslight District has way better and deeper depictions of Heaven and Hell than Hellaverse could ever come up with

- The Rotlings clearly represent the sinners/humans they’re “abandoned by God.” We see the different crimes they’ve committed and the conditions they live in, and it actually feels like punishment. Unlike Hazbin Hotel, where Hell just feels like a red version of Earth, but GD makes it clear: THIS is suffering

- And Gluttony? The gross, visceral depiction of it is exactly what we’ve been missing. Finally, the grotesque side of sin is shown (Compared to Queen Furbee)

- The reference to Paradise Lost is a direct nod to Milton’s work, which centers around Lucifer.

- And The Inferno is a direct reference to Dante’s Divine Comedy, especially the Ninth Circle of Hell, where traitors are frozen also where Lucifer himself is trapped. That level of thoughtfulness and literary depth? Chef’s kiss

- Then we have the Virtues clearly based on the Seven Heavenly Virtues, which stem from the Archangels. The angelic robots in Gaslight District are way more intimidating and antagonistic in the best way. I fell in love with how evil yet elegant the Virtues are. Compare that to Hazbin Hotel’s EXTERMINATORS btw, who feel like they were written by an edgy teenager (COUGH Viv)

Like… THIS is what we wanted mysterious, elegant, terrifying heavenly beings not a misogynist punkster crew with names that are literally euphemisms for female genitalia?? That’s what you went with??

And don’t even get me started on the music. Gaslight District used choir music for Heaven finally! That’s my biggest complaint with Hazbin Hotel. Why punk music? Yes, I love the genre, but shouldn’t choir music suit Heaven more, especially for something like “Welcome to Heaven” scene? It’s associated with the church, after all.

Also, about the Anon who was worried GD would be accused of copying the Hellaverse at first, I thought it was a stretch, but now? I totally see why they’re worried. GD has a lot of Heaven and Hell themes, which Viv takes pride in her shows.

And we know how sinister her fanbase can get. Nick even worked on Helluva Boss, so you just know the stans are ready to pounce

Anyway, The Gaslight District gave me back the spark I lost. I thought I’d be loyal to the show that once thrilled me, but now? I’ve moved on. This is the infernal masterpiece I’ve been waiting for !! A PRAYER TO THE BLACK HAND !!

Gaslight District is something I fucked with heavy, and I hope there will be more episodes. The art style, amazing. The animation and the character designs, fantastic. The world and setting, interesting. I went into the show blind with no expectations, and the use of Heavenly imagery/lore was a good surprise. I like media about Heaven/Hell, uses biblical lore, or is based off Milton's and Dante's work (this is one reason I like Hazbin over Helluva). My ass will be seated for the next episode of Gaslight District and once Glitch releases merch, I am buying it.

The Smiling Dead's dynamic caught my attention so fast. Familiar relationships and dynamics are one of my favorite tropes. Like TADC, I hope there will be no romance. I like romantic storylines, but I am getting tired of romance being the main focus in media.

I am losing interest in Helluva because St*litz is just boring and the show as a whole is now boring to analyze. I will *maybe* watch S3E1 but Full Moon to Sinsmas was a DRAG to sit through.

Hellaverse Hell's is just America but red and all the citizens just look weird and have superpowers. The only Hellish thing in Hellaverse is people owning other souls and Sinners ability to regenerate after being killed by non-angelic steel. Helluva could totally be set on Earth the characters being demons is just an aesthetic.

The angelic robots were so cool and feel like a threat. I wish the fan theory of the Exterminators being robots was canon. Knowing that all of them are just women under the mask is lame. The exterminators could have been emotionless killing machines that strike fear into Sinners.

GD's music is *chef's kiss*, and it gave me chills like during Mel fight with the Angel Mother and when the crew escape. I said this before I do not like the music in the Hellaverse. Hazbin especially could have gone the Gospel route when it comes to the soundtrack. The songs sound like they are missing backing vocals and they all sound flat (dislike how some of the songs start with a conversation like in Stayed Gone with Val and Vox talking about Al before Vox's starts singing).

I do not think any of the songs are punk, maybe Adam's song is. I cannot determine what genre a song sometimes (I mainly listen into Trap, Bass, classic R&B, and with some outliners). According to Wikipedia, Stayed Gone is Electro Swing Pop, poison is Alternative dance pop rock, Loser, Baby is jazz rock, and Hell's Greatest Dad is Electro Swing.

If I see fans claiming that GD is ripping off Hazbin, I am going to CRASH OUT like bouncing off the WALL crashing out. Media about Heaven and Hell have existed before Viv was even BORN! Any media of piece about Heaven/Hell that comes out after Habzin/Helluva is not ripping it, same with media using the Ars Goetia. Spindlehorse will never own those concepts in a million years.

I feel like the Hazbin/Helluva is going to be Rocko's Morden Life in the indie space. A lot of writers who worked on RML created their own shows. Goose, Ashley, and now Nick worked on Viv's shows and now have/working on their own shows. I wonder if this is going to keep happening.

If new episodes of GD releases during the hiatus, I think the causal audience and maybe longtime fans (not the hardcore stans) who missed the violence aspect of Helluva and are tired of the boring soap opera are going to switch over to GD. I been seeing more and more listings on Mercari of Hellaverse merch where sellers mentioning in the description that they lost interest in the shows.

[gayelderstourney]

OLD WOMAN YURI BRACKET ROUND 2

Propaganda:

May Parker/Olivia Octavius:

THE old woman yuri crackship when this gd movie came out just because of Olivia saying "my friends call me Liv" and May calling her Liv when she breaks into her house. remember your herstory

remember when this was a thing

Raven Darkholme/Irene Adler:

when they met one was pretending to be Sherlock Holmes. one of them is disabled (blind). they raised a teenager together and tried to turn her evil. one was fully ready to destroy a country to get the other back.

Ok so I’m not sure if this falls under the looks elderly for raven since she can look however she wants and Irene looks younger since she’s been resurrected but they are old woman yuri to me since these old evil women are so in love it hurts and they raised a daughter together and even more but I have to go to bed now

evil immortal mutant lesbians. what's not to love.

[str4wbrry-bl00d]

Hey sorry if you didn't follow me for activism or politics or whatever (tbh idk why you're here I just reblog things I like) but I am angry and I'm gonna shout about it. So I guess leave if you don't want that.

I'm an American queer, disabled, Jew and to see what I saw happen yesterday makes me so sick. I'm fucking pissed. I'm also feeling immense despair. I let myself sulk and cry over the weekend, but now I'm fucking doing something.

It does feel like I won't accomplish anything in my small, deeply red and uneducated town, but I'm trying anyway. I'm rallying my found family to go out into our community and make a gd damn fucking difference. Our food bank needs better hours, it's not open on the weekends, maybe we can change that. Maybe we can raise money for our local homeless. Maybe.

And that maybe means you should try too. As a disabled queer person, I know how much HARDER it is to fucking do anything because we already have the system against us, and our cishet ablebodied allies should ABSOLUTELY be shouldering the weight but they probably won't because of their privilege to turn a blind eye. It's awful we have to do the brunt of the fighting, but we also can't let each other down. This is a team effort.

[mysterycitrus]

oh man i thought i was the only one getting Kinda Sick of redondo’s inability to draw more than one and a half types of facial features (all of which are Wide And Muscular)

like he’s objectively a good artist, i’m just… he’s never drawn dick in a way that looks right to me

ive never been a massive fan of redondo’s art because it’s kind of the metaphorical cherry-on-top for how reductive tom taylors nightwing is. i don’t think it’s controversial to say that the layouts and style (as well as the writing) are very similar to fraction ajas hawkeye, but redondos art just feels really….. idk. sterile? which is a really really weird thing to say about a comic set in bludhaven. where’s the grit?? the grime?? why does everyone look like they’ve had the pores airbrushed??

aja’s style is very distinct and like… textured. it’s purposely minimal so when he focuses on on the details it’s easily legible to the reader. there aren’t many artists who can successfully go through a whole issue of a comic with almost no dialogue twice over and still portray some exceptional storytelling. like this is so gd good

but regardless of ajas style, i think those kind of page layouts are much more successful with artists like leonardo romero, who does draw characters distinct to each other, and also does really great splashes

even ignoring that tho, and ignoring that dicks skin colour is literally blinding white, i also haven’t ever liked how he’s been drawn and how everyone looks so similar. idk like technically he’s very skilled, but his art reminds me more of expensive corporate advertising than comic books

[olympianbutch]

It’s beyond frustrating when people use my Zeus-posts as a place to express their hatred for him because (it feels like) it assumes my love for Zeus is blind and uncritical—if not wholly uninformed.

I’ve dedicated literal years to studying Zeus.

He is the star around which my research revolves as an aspiring classicist.

I am keenly aware of the fact that there is a level of differentiation between the Zeus Of Myth and the Zeus Of Religion (i.e., the worshipped Zeus), and I try to measure/toe that line with discretion and grace.

My observations are meant to be thought-provoking, but instead, they provoke wholesale dismissals of my subject matter.

Let me know peace, gd

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of >Holiday< Fic!

Here I am, diving into my massively long list of TBR fic after the 2024 I have, only to get a fresh heap of holiday fic from which I have to dig my way out of first. So here's the first half of the fic I've been loving this holiday season. There will be more, but here are some tasty vittles to start with!

PERO TOVAR

Go Make it Happen by @writeforfandoms Jen came back to the Pedro fandom and brought Born to be Wild Pero along with her! This time it's second Christmas and he's got a big surprise in store. This won't be something you'll give away the very next day...

Ah, But It's Cold Outside by @prolix-yuy Are you rolling your eyes at Pero's fucking grumpiness? Hate the way he banters with you until you realize that he loves to banter with you? And not be cause he wants to annoy you but because you're about find out how fast you can go from being thoroughly annoyed to turned all the way on? Buckle up, because this ride causes the tastiest kind of whiplash you're gonna get this Christmas.

Ásjá: A Winter Solstice Story by @perotovar I always thought Pero would fight right in with the Vikings, and it seems that Erin had the same thought. I love seeing Tovar react to new and different cultures and I have a soft spot for the Vikings, and for some of the traditions and supernatural elements here, so this was such a lovely Yuletimes read.

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MAX PHILLIPS

Frostbite by @brandyllyn I love Brandy's Max so so much. I don't know how she does it, but she can make him fucking insufferable and incredibly sweet (for selfish reasons) at the same damn time and it's like GD catnip to me. This fic has a reader that doesn't know what Max is and how he knows that she's not taking care of herself and it's so amazing and I need him. I need him bad.

Blood & Tinsel by @morallyinept This one really got me going. I'm not into dub-con unless it's supernatural, so here we are and I am IN IT. Even so, it's dreamily written and mayyyyybe isn't so dubious after all. What I wouldn't give to be Max's favorite and to let him know that I really really want him back...

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DIN DJARIN

Just Feels Right by @ghostofskywalker Din is always so good in Ghost's hands. There's softness and yearning in him that I 100% go for and this fic is full of it. Sometimes you just want to see the man in love, you know? Even if attending a Life Day party isn't his thing, it's good to know that you can continue the party in private, in a way he can reciprocate. So lovely. So so lovely.

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FRANKIE MORALES

Unwrap Me by @morallyinept With a title like that, you know exactly what Frankie's gonna get for Christmas and it's you and boy and howdy does he really like his gift. This is one present I would willingly hand over.

All I Want for Christmas by @morallyinept As sexy as Unwrap Me is, here's Jett again with a completely different kind of story and one that sucked my heart in completely from start to finish. Frankie joins the Miller brothers at a bar on Christmas Eve and there's a lot of internal angst here, a man feeling like he doesn't have much to offer to anyone...but then he meets you. This piece is real and human and everything I want for our Catfish (and for you).

Gold, Frankie-sence & Myrrh by @secretelephanttattoo What if the Delta boys owned a Christmas tree farm? And what if Frankie showed up and helped you find the perfect tree? And what if there was some cute innuendo play? AND A DOG? Get it!

A Little Christmas Magic by @the-blind-assassin-12 This is so fluffy and sweet and my heartstrings are officially t u g g e d. It's one thing do to something nice for Frankie's son for Christmas, but the fact that it does Frankie a ton of good himself? So much love all around. I'm so effing WARMED now.

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DIETER BRAVO

Giddy Up Jingle Horse by @sp00kymulderr I'm dying laughing, I love this so much. When travel plans go awry, Dieter tries to save Christmas and it's stupid and sweet and everything I ever wanted. Top notch Dieter-brand fluff here.

Jet Set Christmas by @morallyinept Wanna join the Mile High Club with Dieter? Here's your chance. Jett is one of my goo-to authorities on Dieter and she captures him so so well here, gestures and phrasing and crustiness alike. And while that is reason enough to enjoy this tasty holiday treat, I'm equally enamored with the reader character here, how forward she is while still retaining maximum sweetness. I love them both, your honor.

The Yule Lodge - Part One by @the-blind-assassin-12 A holiday mix up, a mysterious sweepstakes win, a disgruntled Hollywood actor, a little bit of magic, a quaint bed and breakfast...you know what's coming. And it's gonna be sweet and adorable and fantastic.

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TIM ROCKFORD

To: You, From: Santa (Part 1, Part 2) by @something-tofightfor I can always count on Rachael to put me in the holiday spirit and give me that warm fuzzy Christmas romance I think I don't need every year but then I read it and I'm like THANK YOU SANTA RACHAEL MAY I HAVE ANOTHER. Tim is so sweet and so warm in this two-parter, the both of them dancing around delicious mutual pining while they help each other shop for the precinct's Secret Santa party. Guess who their secret Santas are. Yes. Yes. You are correct. And it is as cute and romantic as you think it's gonna be AND MORE. I am swooning. SWOONING.

Secret Santa by @trulybetty Betty's Tim is a stoic fellow, but he's definitely the thing we all like about him best...observant. Tim may not be one for a Secret Santa exchange, but he's got the perfect gift for the perfect person and he knows how to pull strings to get the recipient he wants. And our reader seems to know exactly what to give in return. I haven't read Betty's Cagney x Tim universe, but if there's this much sultry tension in it, then I'm gonna have to start.

[hellaciouscrustacean]

hahaaaaa so, meet three hatchlings owned by Wingheart on ao3 (Tachyl), @isopod-gender (Meteor), and myself (Albite) These are based off our Quantum Space Buddies modded shenanigans! Tachyl is the tallest of the group AND the youngest! They're a Gorphy child with a tendency to wander off and show back up with a cool rock. Sometimes, somehow, they manage to even get off planet.

Meteor is a Cherro child, the shortest and the usual pilot. They're a speed demon the likes of which compares to Feldspar

Albite is a Hornfels and mystery Hearthian (as in haven't decided yet)'s hatchi! They admire Feldspar and even wear a vest they once stole from the Founder as a hatchling.

More details in the readmore

Tachyl's name is pronounced Ta-Shill, not Tackle

Albite's safety harness was designed to be non-functional. If they get in an actual crash, they'll go flying clean out of it.

Tachyl's random wandering is based off the problems Wingheart has with the mod randomly assigning their location as a question mark and hiding their marker, even when we're looking right at them.

Albite bites. This has caused them to lose a tooth. Meteor's arm has a visible bite scar in this image near their sleeve, and Tachyl's ear tip was also a casualty of the little shit.

Meteor drops the other two out of the hatch randomly. This is based off how in the mod, players can revive you at the ship. You'll spawn back in on the hatch without your suit. Isopod loves opening the hatch while we've just spawned in. (It's actually very funny)

Brittle Hollow is Albite's least favorite planet! Based off the fact that it took between six and eight tries to get to the Southern Observatory. I was going backwards every single time until the last attempt, where I made it all the way back to the start and then FINALLY made it back to the actual observatory.

Meteor's least favorite planet is also Brittle Hollow, but they hate the black hole specifically.

Tachyl's least favorite planet is a tie between Giant's Deep and Ember Twin. They despise trying to navigate in the winds and dodge the cyclones of GD, and they're afraid of being crushed to death by the sand in the ET caves.

Their first planet they all went to was Dark Bramble. They didn't know Feldspar was there at the time, they just wanted to check it out. All three like Timber Hearth, the Attlerock, the Stranger, the Quantum Moon, and Dark Bramble.

Tachyl is face blind. Luckily, most Hearthians are uniquely patterned, but a little bit of makeup/paint and they're completely lost.

Albite, like their parent Hornfels, is a horrible cook. They're more likely to catch themself on fire than they are produce anything edible. Anything they can make (toast, marshmallow, sandwich) comes out mildly burnt as best and with a visit to Gneiss at worst.

Meteor is a decent cook, able to make simple things without too much trouble and follow moderately complex recipes fairly well. They enjoy eating mushrooms.

Tachyl is the best cook of the batch, unless theres an ingredient they don't like in the recipe. Mushrooms and chewy fat are some undesired parts of a meal.

Albite is the group's least picky eater. Tachyl and Meteor hand them things they don't like. Unfortunately, this also applies to random plant life on the other planets. Rest in pieces, pretty flower from Brittle Hollow. You were not delicious.

Meteor and Tachyl once dared Albite to taste ghost matter. They reported back next loop that it was rather sour and sickeningly sweet at the same time, and that it felt a lot like touching a sparking ship part.

Meteor hates the warp pads. Or maybe it's the other way around. Either way, they have difficulty warping places. Albite and Tachyl don't have this issue, and Albite sometimes teases Meteor about it.