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AAC IS HERE !!!! Pictures first, then explanation of settings and my feelings/opinions so far!
[Image description: A Jabbla Vibe 10 dedicated communication device, with Grid 3 open to Grid Explorer. It has the name Ezra at the top and three grid sets ready to be opened. Each has a different colour, from left to right they are red, teal, and dark green. Red is Supercore 50, teal is WordPower 100, and dark green is WordPower 100 for Switches. End ID.]
[Image description: Same communication device, open to Supercore 50 grid set. It is 9 buttons across, 6 buttons down. There is additional row at the top, which is like this from left to right; magic wand, jump back, speech bar taking the space of 4 normal buttons, speak, delete word, clear. End ID.]
[Image description: Communication device open to WordPower 100, with a plastic keyguard over the top. The keyguard is made of clear plastic and clips onto the device with two black clips, one on each side. This grid is 9 by 12, including the top row with the speech bar and other buttons on either side of speech bar. The background colour is dark blue. The keyguard holes is a bit smaller than the size of the buttons, so sometimes seeing the full button is tricky. End ID.]
[Image description: Same device, open to WordPower 100 for Switches. It is without the keyguard because the grid is 9 by 13 instead of 9 by 12, so it doesnât fit this grid. The background is white and there is bigger spacing between the buttons compared to the other grids. There is a switch frequency keyboard on the right hand side of the screen. The buttons on this grid is divided into clearer blocks, for switch scanning. End ID.]
Okay⊠Firstly I am very very excited and happy and quite overwhelmed!! It is so great and relieving to have my own dedicated device, finally! I cannot describe how much this will help me.
Michelle (SCTCI (Scottish Centre of Technology for the Communication Impaired) person) set this up so the WordPower 100 grid is automatically opened first. However I already think I need to change this so Supercore 50 is first to open. I already am so much faster with Supercore, I think because it is less buttons to process, less overwhelming. And more easy to understand categories which help me with navigation (I struggle with that).
I also will try the keyguard, and Michelle say she can get another one for WordPower 100 for Switches. I donât know if keyguard for Supercore 50 is an option, but it is custom made by someone apparently, so I assume it is possible.
Basically right now is just for trying and editing and experimenting. Then eventually I can ask Mum to email Michelle if I have anything to say or ask!
The physical device (Jabbla Vibe 10) is great! Not too heavy, good handle, good stand with good range of angles. I also have a bag for it!
I am just so happy and proud. I already use Supercore 50 to say several long sentences to Mum, and I am super fast on it!!! That is a big deal and big accomplishment for me. I also have Archie Scottish boy voice, and I love it.
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#words from my head#snapshots of my life#image#described#autism#autistic#nonverbal#nonspeaking#aac#aacdevice#aac device#aac user#grid 3#Supercore 50#wordpower 100#WordPower 100 for switches#Jabbla Vibe 10#communication devices#keyguard
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i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy
#and also. am a ilittlel kitty :3#mine#cats#brain empy. felt tip cats ONLY#we were promised snow today n then they decided actually :) rain all day for u#i bought new wool for a cardigan today im SO excited its gna be so colourful#i was going to do some sort of Thing on the back like a heart or something but im still too scared to do colour changing stuff#maybe....maybe next time#i think i will try a patter w like. an actual grid with it first rather than just rawdog it#bc i . do not know what im doing :3
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Grid 3
Text Talker is packed with innovative features to make communicating as fast and efficient as possible. You can quickly generate messages in the moment and prepare for conversations in advance. It also includes ready-made grids for Message Banking, enabling people who still have some speech to capture it and recall it from within the app.
Grid 3
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tiefling jon's first day at the Archives
#id in alt#the magnus archives#tma#magnus archives#elias bouchard#jonathan sims#tma jon#jon tma#jon sims#tma dnd au#tiefling jon#gammijart#tma s4#so this is that comic i was talking about a few weeks ago. with way too many backgrounds and effort#ill say i did enjoy doing the backgrounds a lot and thats worth a whole lot. but also. if this gets no notes i will. cry#anyways. love drawing a correct perspective grid and then fucking it up in favor of something that is wrong but FEELS right <3#also any anachronisms shall be explained by this being a fantasy setting#always difficult to post something that's not a joke. sincerity. yuck#and this does still have some jokes. just less punchy than id usually post. also no jmart or other ships. whoof#i havent done enough with elias. he's such a slimy bastard - v fun to write#he talks a bit more formally here than in canon but tbf he is an elf so /shrug#EDIT: aaaah between panels 4 and 8 i forgot i gave him an ace ring!!
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I drew the grid.
ver w/o the doodles:
#never thought Iâd reach ten hours on a drawing#in the time Iâve made this I have enetered 3 different countries.#theyre all looking at their teammates cause friendship is magic#f1 art#charles leclerc#carlos sainz#lando norris#oscar piastri#franco colapinto#alex albon#george russell#lewis hamilton#kevin magnussen#nico hulkenberg#lance stroll#fernando alonso#liam lawson#yuki tsunoda#valterri bottas#zhou guanyu#max verstappen#sergio perez#esteban ocon#pierre gasly#thats a lot of tags#draw the grid
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Chinese Zodiacs 2023 â 2024 âł Year of the Rabbit, Year of the Dragon
That's a Rabbit and a Dragon. There's no way that kind of combo works. I wouldn't be so sure. I know this will work, it's our bottles.
#favorite#kamen rider#kamen rider build#build#kiryu sento#sento kiryu#banjou ryuga#ryuga banjou#tokusatsu#toku edit#ps#2:3#500px#hidengifs#lunar new year#happy new year#quote#grid
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Pay Attention
Synopsis: The 3 times everyone else knew you and Lando were in love with each other, and the 1 time you two actually admitted it
female driver reader x lando norris
A/N: for this one, reader is 22 and drives for mercedes with george. also, most of the story is told from landoâs pov because this originally started off as an entirely different 3+1 fic, and I donât have the energy to fix it. and obviously, things like race results, driver lineups, ect will be changed to better fit the story
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Lando Norris knows Formula 1 is unpredictable. He knows you canât tell what will happen during a race, nonetheless a season. But no matter how unpredictable the sport is, this was the most surprising part by far.
Itâs barely been 10 years, but Lando feels like heâs known you forever. You two first met at the Karting World Championship in 2014, a race you were teammates with both him and Zhou Guanyu in. Even though he beat you to first place, your 14-year-old-self didnât let that stop you from becoming best friends with him.
It was hard to keep track of each other when the two of you were traveling all over Europe to compete in different series, so Lando almost thought heâd never get to see you again. Until in 2020, when he heard talks of the most successful female driver yet making her way through the ranks.
Since you were announced as apart of the Mercedes driver line up in the beginning of 2022, you two have been attached at the hip. You both lived in Monaco and whenever you werenât busy with media or team duties, you were together. Traveling, in the paddock, celebrating races; if you were there, so was Lando.
Fans were used to that fact and they usually expected it off the track, but not for races and track battles, so everyone was a bit surprised when you two placed P3 and P4 in Bahrain.
It was Round 1 of the 2023 season and even though everyone knows your results at Bahrain donât dictate your entire season, Lando was still excited you were on the podium. He had qualified P6 behind George and yourself in P5 and P4, and with both Fernandoâs Aston Martin and both Red Bulls in front of you, you werenât expected to make it on the top steps.
Though after a few badly timed pit stops, Lando ended the race in P4, 5 seconds behind you in P3. Cheers rung out from around the grandstands as both the Mercedes and McLaren cars crossed the finish line. Your team garages were ecstatic, climbing the fence to meet you at the checkered flag and shouting congratulations through the radio.
Lando watched from behind as you steered your car into perc ferme alongside Max and Sergio and climbed out to celebrate with your team. It wasnât P1, but it was a huge achievement to place so high so early in the season and it was obvious how proud everyone was of you.
He couldnât help himself from leaving his car and engulfing you in a hug. You were both laughing and the Brit could practically hear your grin through it.
He couldnât help himself from leaving his car and engulfing you in a hug. You were both laughing and the Brit could practically hear your grin through it.
âYou did amazing! Iâm so proud of youâ He says, the words muffled through your helmets.
âThanks, I wish you were gonna be up there with me, you deserve itâ you say, looking up to the podium.
Lando smiles and heâs suddenly grateful his helmet is there to hide his blush. âThanks. Donât worry though, soon enough weâll be up there with a 1-2â
âWith me P1, I assume?â
Your eyes are playful underneath your helmet, and he laughs. âYeah, weâll see. Go celebrate with your team, Y/n. Donât ditch me for the after party though!â He shouts as you walk over to your post-race interview, starting to laugh.
âIâd never ditch you!â You shout back over your shoulder, your helmet and balaclava coming off to reveal your grin.
Lando leaves to get weighed and meet his team back in the McLaren garage, keeping his head gear on because of the stupid smile heâs all too aware is still on his face. He was supposed to go to the media pen to finish up some race interviews before sitting down for the debrief with McLaren, but you were his best friend; he couldnât miss your first podium of the season.
Lando, still clad in his orange race suit, arrives just as Maxâs national anthem is playing. He probably should be paying at least a bit of attention to the winner, heâs one of Landoâs best mates after all, but then he saw you, grinning on the third step under the many bright lights of the street circuit, and he couldnât look away.
He watched with his own smile as you opened your bottle of champagne and poured the majority of it on the Red Bull drivers, before downing the rest of it yourself. Heâd wait until you came back to street level, where heâd be waiting for another hug and feeling the sticky champagne and bright grin against his neck.
Youâd start talking about the race, the moments where you didnât think youâd make it to the podium and how happy youâd be if you could get another one. Youâll ask about his race and tell him that next weekend, heâd better be up there beside you, no matter what.
And Lando will be next to you, like he always is, smiling and hanging on to every word you say because youâre happy, so heâs happy too.
What Lando would not realize is that each moment, from when he hugged you after you got out of your car to just then when you were walking through the paddock together, had been caught by multiple people, each one thinking the one thing you two had not yet realized.
âTheyâre so in love with each otherâ
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Lando Norris did not hate the Miami Grand Prix, at least not usually. But this time around, F1âs 2023 stop in Florida is one he couldâve gladly missed.
It was a double header weekend, and after coming off an extremely mediocre P9 finish in Azerbaijan, Lando was less than excited to spend 4 days in the hot sun in an even more mediocre car. There were so many unnecessary media obligations to go with the flashiness of Miami, and by Friday evening he was already looking forward to the flight back home.
The one thing that did brighten his day was you, who he also had dinner plans with after FP2. He let you distract him with whichever details about your life you had neglected to tell him before, let you get him excited for Sundayâs race again, and let you put him in a better mood.
You two were walking from the restaurant to Landoâs car, still talking and laughing as usual, when Lando asked to you come by his hotel after qualifying the next day.
âIf both our qualifying are shit, we can get ice cream and mope together,â he posed jokingly, âand if it goes great, we can celebrate together as wellâ
But then you stop laughing and your tone changes. âOh, sorry Lando, but Iâm going out with Logan after qualifying; heâs gonna show me around Miami a bit. Iâm sure he wonât mind if you come though? Do you want to?â
He pauses; Logan? âNo itâs fine. I should probably be relaxing after tomorrow anyways, I think the heatâs getting to me a bit. You two have fun, thoughâ He assures you, keeping a light-hearted tone to mask his distaste. ï»żï»ż
Logan?
Lando didnât have anything against Logan, he thought he was a nice guy with a lot of potential. But now heâs taking his best friend away from him and for what reason? You can see Miami any day, any time you want, and if you wanted to, you certainly didnât need him as your guide.
But fine. Lando does not own you, youâre perfectly allowed to have your own friends, and if you wanted to have an evening out with Logan Sargeant, it was perfectly okay with Lando.
The Brit drove you back to your hotel before setting off to his own, and while you were his best friend and of course, delightful company, he couldnât help but dwell on the sour taste left in his mouth. He didnât know why this bothered him so much.
By the time Lando was back in his room, he was too tired to figure it why and decided it was a problem for Future Lando.
He woke up Saturday morning completely forgetting about the events of last night and instead focused on getting the best results possible today. He met up with his trainer for breakfast, left for the track, and joined his PR officer in the McLaren garage. She was escorting Lando to the media pen when he suddenly slowed.
âLando? Whatâs wrong?â The woman took note of his tense figure, his hard-set eyes.
All because you were walking away from the media pen with Logan at your side, laughing and looking way too happy for his liking.
He felt the sourness this time. He felt it rise throughout his body and spread like wild fire. His only question was why.
Why were you laughing so much? Why did he feel this way? Why couldnât he let any of this go? Why were you with Logan and not with him?
âNothing,â the McLaren drives says. âletâs goâ Lando never usually hurries to the media pen, but he didnât want to look at you and Mr. American boy-next-door any longer.
He was asked questions and he gave answers, Lando just couldnât tell you what any of them were. This was the problem Past Lando had left for him, and he couldnât ignore it any longer.
He ruled out anger; he didnât feel mad, per se, more frustrated than angry. He wasnât upset; he certainly didnât feel sad. Possessiveness? He wasnât usually possessive over his friends though, and you two werenât dating or anything like that, so there was no real reason to feel protective. Still, Lando couldnât shake the sourness, and was once again left without answers about you and his feelings.
It wasnât hard to miss the Britâs change in attitude, and it wasnât something his friends were going to ignore.
âAre you okay, mate?â Carlos says, walking alongside him through the paddock after FP3. âYouâve been quiet all dayâ
âYeah, âm fine. Just tired, I guessâ Lando shrugs, not sure if he should tell the Ferrari driver.
âCâmon, youâre seriously not gonna tell me? Itâll make you feel better, trust meâ Carlos pushed, and he hesitated before answering.
âI donât know. I barely know whatâs wrong myselfâ Carlos gives him a look, and he sighs before continuing.
âItâs just weird with Y/n lately. I donât know but the entire weekendâs just been weirdâ
âWhy? Because sheâs hanging out with Logan?â
âHow did you-â
âLando, itâs not that hard to notice, and itâs not that hard to notice why you donât like itâ The Spaniard nudges him, looking at him with a mischievious glint in his eyes.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou like Y/n, so you donât like her hanging around with Loganâ He says, as if itâs the most obvious thing in the world.
âWhatâre you talking about? I donât like Y/n, sheâs my best friend, thatâs ridiculousâ Lando makes a face. That makes no sense, of course I donât have feelings for Y/n.
âYeah, and the Haas is going to win tomorrow. Lando, I told you, you can trust me. Just admit it, cabrĂłnâ
âAdmit what? I donât like her, I told you thatâ Lando insists, because he doesnât. Thereâs no way.
âOkay mate, whatever you sayâ Carlos says, putting his hands up in surrender and moving towards the Ferrari garage. âLet me know how that ânot liking my best friend thing goesââ
Lando just shakes his head and sighs. Carlos has no idea what heâs talking about.
Qualifying turns out to be the thing Lando needs to get his mind off everything; he qualifies P6 with Oscar right behind him and confidence in his car for tomorrow. The man spends some extra time going over the data from today with the strategists and leaves the track just after sunset to head back to his hotel.
He wasnât completely lying to you yesterday night; the heat was having a bit of an effect on him, and it was probably a good idea to relax and stay in for the night. He ordered something from room service that his trainer would approve of and took a shower before climbing into bed.
A knock on his door is the thing that stops Lando from falling asleep.
Itâs past 10, no one should be knocking at his door, but thatâs not good enough of a reason to ignore the person, so he gets up to answer it and should probably be more surprised thatâs it you.
âNot here to collect team secrets for tomorrow, are you?â Lando questions, jokingly.
âI donât think we need anymore help beating you McLarens, thank youâ You play along with a laugh.
âIâm offended. I hope you have an apology along to go with whatever that itâ He gestures to the bag in your hands, and you nod.
âI do, but youâll have to let me in first to get eitherâ Your best friend moves aside to let you into his room and onto his couch.
âSeriously though, whatâs up? Is something wrong?â
âOh no, nothingâs wrong. I just felt bad for ditching you today and figured I could make up for it with ice creamâ You shrugged, opening up the bag and holding a container covered in frost.
âI appreciate the gesture Y/n, but we both know our trainers-â You cut him off. âWould kill us if we eat this, I know. Thatâs why I only bought one, so we could just share and have half. That way itâs not really eating an ice cream sundae, itâs just eating a scoop and a halfâ
âI like your thinkingâ
âThatâs why you keep me aroundâ You both smile, and Lando gets up to get two spoons.
âYou donât have to be sorry, by the way. It doesnât bother me that you went out with Loganâ He knows you mustâve felt really guilty, because youâre still wearing the clothes you wore in the paddock, meaning you went immediately from wherever Logan took you to straight to get the ice cream and come here, despite the fact you should be in bed and it would be chaos if someone found out you were here this late Saturday night.
He also knows you wouldnât do this for just anyone.
âI know. I still felt bad thoughâ You shrug, thanking him before taking a spoonful of ice cream.
âDonât be. Whereâd he take you, anyway?â Lando questions. He knows that if he was talking about this any time else, he feel that sourness all over again. But there was no reason to if you were right here beside him.
âNowhere special; we just walked around, shopped a bit, and stopped to get some food before we realized we should probably head back to our hotelsâ
âAnd arenât you having the same realization now?â He asks, taking another spoon of ice cream.
âYeah, but Iâm not worried enough to the point where Iâm actually gonna do itâ You explain, and Lando laughs.
âSo what? Iâm stuck with you for the rest of the night then?â
âYou say it like you donât totally love the ideaâ You smile playfully.
âYouâre right, Iâd rather you here with me than anywhere elseâ
âMe tooâ The man misses your soft gaze and love-sick smile.
Truthfully, Lando just likes when youâre with him in general.
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It was the Austria GP and for the first time in a while, Lando Norris felt a little carefree. He had over two weeks to recover from Canada, the next round was his home race, and things were looking positive for Sunday. He was happy with racing, and he was happy with you too.
Ever since Miami, you two have been closer than usual; fans were used to seeing you guys always together, but this time, they really never saw you without seeing Lando, and Lando without seeing you. Both of you seemed oddly smiley recently and it didnât go without notice. Even more than usual, it was like you and Lando were in your own weird little obliviously-in-love bubble that nothing could break through.
Maybe that was why you and Lando finished P4 and P5, each of you one place away from a repeat of Bahrain. It obviously wasnât your best finishes you two have ever had, but it was good enough for there to be a celebration afterwards. The drivers you and Lando were closest to also finished high in the points, and before you knew it, you had agreed to attending the after-party happening in a few hours at the nearest club.
You put on some makeup, fixed your hair, changed into a beautiful outfit, and stuffed your purse with your essentials before you got a text from Lando telling you that he was outside. You insisted that you could drive yourself and he didnât need to pick you up, but Lando persisted, saying that it was stupid to bring two cars incase you werenât fit to drive at the end of the night, and had to leave your very expensive car on the street all night.
âYou look gorgeous, it almost makes up for the ridiculous amount of time Iâve spent waiting here for youâ Lando says with a smirk as you open the door to his car.
You roll your eyes through your blush. âIt wasnât that long. Besides, my roomâs on a high floor, it was the elevatorâs fault.â You reason, clicking your seatbelt into place before Lando pulls out of the hotel parking lot and onto the streets.
âYeah sure, blame the machinery because itâs never your fault youâre lateâ
âItâs not!â You insist with a laugh. He hums sarcastically in response, turning on the radio and letting it fill the comfortable silence
The streets in front of the club are lined with dozens of high-end cars, so you and Lando are forced to park nearly a block away from the entrance. The bouncer lets the two of you in without hesitation, and even from outside, you can hear the bass from the speakers inside.
The interior is exactly how you expected it to be, colorful strobe lights from overhead, music that you have to shout to hear someone over, and a dance floor thatâs packed to the brim with celebrities, drivers, and everyone in between.
You and Lando claim the nearest booth to the exit, and he leans in close enough to be audible. âIâm going to get us a few drinks, try and see if you can find a few peopleâ You nod, and the two of you go off in different directions.
You manage to locate Alex, Lily, George, and Carmen in a booth together and after a few very loud greetings, manage your way through the mob again to find Lando and lead him back to your friends. You all start talking and laughing, placing bets on which drivers are going home with a mystery girl, which ones are going to get black-out drunk, and which ones are going to show off their embarrassingly bad drunk dance moves in front of everyone.
Drinks and shots get handed out, a few more drivers join your table, and soon enough, you and your group are somewhere between tipsy and drunk and are moving onto the already-packed dance floor. Lando moved up to the DJ, telling you heâd be back to dance soon, and left you with your fellow drivers and their girlfriends.
You spend a few hours dancing with the girls, giggling through your drinks, and wandering around the club in search for more friends. At the point where your vision starts to got a bit blurry and the music is making your head hurt, you feel a hand on your shoulder and a familiar voice in your ear.
âHey stranger!â Lando shouts, turning you around to face him.
âLando!â You call out loudly, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. âMissed youâ Alcohol made you a bit affectionate.
âOnly been gone an hour and a half, loveâ Even though you canât see his face and youâre not at your sharpest, you know heâs got a dumb smirk on his face.
âMissed you too, thoughâ He says, taking the drink out of your hand and taking a sip before wrapping his hands around your waist.
âAre you here to dance with me?â You pull back, looking into his eyes. His pupils arenât dilated, so you know heâs sober and the designated driver for the night.
âWouldnât want to do anything elseâ Even though everyone else around you is dancing at a fast, eager pace, you and Lando keep your arms wrapped around each other, bodies swaying softly, heads laying on each otherâs shoulders.
Even with the flashing lights and booming music, you probably couldâve drowsed off on your best friends shoulder. You donât realize how much time has passed but at some point, Lando taps your arm and pulls away from you.
âTime to go home, I thinkâ He says, placing his hands on your shoulders to get you to focus on him.
âYou think?â You reply, both drowsy and a little drunk.
âI think so. Iâm gonna see if anyone else needs a ride and say goodbye, then weâll leave, okay?â Lando tells you, intertwining your hands together before leading you further onto the dancefloor.
The Brit finds the other drivers and does what he said before handing you your purse and guiding you out of the club, hands still held together. Your best friend hands you his jacket to wear and places his arm around your waist as the two of you walk back to the car.
You know that Lando will get you back to your hotel and to your room where heâll take your heels off for you. You know heâll place a glass of water and a few Aspirinsâ on a nightstand for you and lay down underneath the duvet with you because heâs too tired to drive back to his own hotel.
Youâll know you two will fall asleep almost immediately, and wake up closer than you were laying last night. You know Lando will not mind doing any of this, will actually like it, because you donât let him take care of you as much as heâd like.
You know all of these things and a lot of other stuff too, you just donât know that the person you did it all with is the person youâre in love with, or that heâs in love with you too.
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Lando always appreciated the summer break after half a season of racing, but there was something special about this one that made him wish it would never end.
You, Lando, and a group of your mutual friends planned a week-long trip to an island in the Caribbean as âone last hurrahâ before you two had to fly to Zandervort for the second half of the season. It was your fourth day on the island, and even though every moment since you arrived has been filled with some sort of fun and exciting adventure, this was already your favorite day of the trip.
You and Lando had connecting rooms, âa complete coincidenceâ as your friends had put it, and this morning, you two decided to take advantage of it and make breakfast together. You werenât supposed to meet with the others until a few more hours, and you loved cooking with Lando, so shortly after you woke up you made the short journey into his room.
âMorning,â your best friend greeted you, clad in black sweats and an old T-shirt youâve seen millions of times. âI bought pancake mix from the store in the lobby, but we can run out and get something else if you like?â
âNo, itâs okay,â you insist, âpancakes are fine. Besides, I know you make the best ones.â
âI know, you must be so jealousâ Lando smirks, grabbing a mixing bowl and pan from the hotelâs kitchenette cabinet.
âTotally. So whatâs on our agenda today?â You say, moving around him to take ingredients from the fridge.
âNot much, actually. I think weâre just going to the beach and walk around the town a bitâ You nod as you grab your phone and click on the shared playlist between yourself and Lando.
You let the music fill the comfortable silence as the two of you move around the small kitchen. Itâs a beautiful and all-too domestic scene; the morning sun streaming through the windows, the soft music in the background, the way you both seamlessly know your way around the kitchen, how easy it was to work around each other. Theyâre the facts your mind notices too quickly, and itâs hard to stop your brain from thinking about a future where things could be like this everyday.
Within a few minutes, you each had a reasonably-sized stack of pancakes that you brought outside onto the balcony with you. You settle into the adjacent chairs that look out to the waves crashing onto the beach and deep blue ocean. Itâs still early; this part of the island isnât awake yet, and itâs easy to relax in the still quiet.
While you shooed away the image of the future like this, Lando welcomed it with open arms. He thought how effortless it would be to make a scene like this; a hotel room, an apartment in Monaco, a house in the UK, Lando would take either and all of them. As long as you came with it.
His mouth speaking before his brain can control it. âI wish it was like this foreverâ He blurts out.
âYou donât want to go back to racing?â You look over at him, eyebrows furrowed. He doesnât look back at you, keeps his eyes on the view in front of him instead.
âNo, I do. I mean-â Lando pauses, thinks it over. He gets up from his chair to lean on the railing, his back facing you. This could ruin everything, he thinks. If he says it, he canât go back, and nothing will be the same again.
He stops thinking.
âI mean with you. I honestly donât care where we are; racing, on an island, whatever. We could be on another planet for all I care. As long as itâs just you and me, I think I could handle itâ He finishes, feeling your presence next to him a few moments later, your shoulders brushing.
âReally?â You ask, eyes widened. You wouldâve never thought he felt the same.
âReally. Iâve always felt that wayâ Then heâs looking you in that way, the way everyoneâs been trying to explain to you for a while.
You donât second-guess yourself when you put your hands around his face and press your lips onto his, and especially not when he starts moving his lips against yours. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and you donât think youâd be mad if this was your forever.
You two finally pull away from each other, and even though the waves on the beach are still the same waves and the ocean is still the same deep blue, you think that everything changed just a little bit.
Youâre still so close you could probably count his eyelashes if you wanted to, and you smile.
âI love youâ
His smile mirrors yours the second after he hears it. âI love you tooâ
You two donât really have to tell people; everyone figures it out within the first five minutes of being around both of you. Everyone teases you relentlessly, but internally, theyâre just glad the two of you finally saw whatâs been there all along.
i never really know how to end these. anyways, a lando fic to make up for the time iâve been gone. sorry about that btw, i got major imposter syndrome and the lack of f1 content makes for a lack of motivation. this is also my first ln4 fic, and i have no idea what to expect from it. hope u enjoyed tho đ«¶
#reader insert#formula 1#driver reader#f1 imagine#f1 grid x reader#formula 1 driver imagines#female driver reader#lando norris#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#lando norris x you#lando norris x female reader#lando norris x female driver reader#3+1#slow burn#oblivious characters
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choose your fighter:
pierre confirming in an interview that charles and carlos are not friends irl vs max airing out that charles told pierre about the lewis move because they're close friends
#charles has like 3 close friends on the grid and none of them are able to shut up#charles leclerc#lestappen#max verstappen#pierre gasly
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a sunday funny (on a friday) for @mintcaboodle for no special reason at all
#HAPPPY BIRTHDAY U CANT KEEP ME DOWN!!!!!!!!!#comic stripifying your keith blushing at lance#thanks for being my klance soulmate im glad u were born <3#klance#vld#my art#oh forgot to add i did draw my squares on a grid JUST FOR YOU!!! they're still freehand wonky a little so they keep#the spirit of past funnies but#they're actually mostly straight hehe
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F1 socials realising they have to make COTA content without the paddock's no 1 cowboy đ€ đ
#thoughts and prayers to them because no one else on the grid is turning up with that beard and the cowboy hat for the driver's parade#I am currently making the same face as pic 3 thinking about Austin without Daniel đ#daniel ricciardo#dr3#f1#formula 1
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I am so so so frustrated about my shitty visual processing. Especially how I can't scan my AAC screen.
I try and try and try to search my AAC screen for the button. But even when I know it is definitely on that page, I struggle hard to find it.
The only time I can immediately find the right button is through memorise the exact "motor plan" of where on the grid to tap in what order. Which doesn't involve looking at the actual buttons at all.
I use Super Core 50 (on Grid 3) right now. Which is grid size 6x9. That is already considered smallish grid size with not many buttons.
I am considering trying Super Core 30. Which is similar with all same vocabulary but just less buttons on a screen. It is 4x7 grid size.
But then with any smaller grid size, get frustrated about struggle with navigation and can't remember which folder a word is in. And have to search for it. And takes more clicks to get to a word, so more mental and physical work to get words out.
Also don't want to give up on Super Core 50. Because I already customised a lot, put own words and rearrange and completely change colours (for better visual process and less sensory overload and headaches).
My grid set feels like mine now. Just upset that it is so hard still to use it at all. It makes me less likely to try communicate more complex things.
I don't know what to do đ€·đ»ââïžâčïž
#words from my head#nonverbal#nonspeaking#actually nonverbal#aac#aac device#aacdevice#aac user#communication devices#supercore 50#grid 3#visual processing disorder#swearing
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Sent this art wip pic to my friend. Now tell me why she knew exactly which post race pic of Max i referenced and what race it was taken???!? đ
EDIT: This piece is now complete HERE
#thatâs just half his face madam#HOW???#itâs giving charles recognizing max from 3 pixels in grill the grid đ#ive given u bbgirl max#now its time for cunty max đââïžâš#f1#formula 1#lestappen#max verstappen#mv33#1633#mv1#my art#art wip
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Grid 3
Grid 3 is a complete communication solution that enables people to have a voice, control their environment and live more independent lives. Itâs designed for anyone with complex communication or access needs and includes a wide range of resources that you can control with touch, switch, eye gaze and pointing devices. Youâll find grid sets for talking with symbols or text, and content for all ages and abilities.
Grid 3
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In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if heâs really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.
#my art#gravity falls#Stanford pines#ford pines#bill cipher#comic#eye strain#TIME TO DUMP EVERY ONE OF THE 27483949 THOUGHTS IVE HAD INTO THE TAGS BABY#OK!! SO!!!!#I feel like Ford would wonder why he and Stan (being identical twins) arenât. yk. identical. shouldnât Stan have polydactyly too?#as a kid he would dream about secretly being nonhuman and being whisked away to a fantastical world full of people like him#finally free of new jerseyâ finally somewhere he belongs#a lot of this disconnect from humanity came from utterly failing at social interactions while others (including stan) navigated them easily#the feeling waned after Stan was kicked out and he didn't have that direct comparison but it never left#then out in the wilderness of gravity fallsâ his isolation and immersion in Weirdness dragged it back up to the forefront#he deserves to have a breakdown over questioning his own nature. as a treat <3#color symbolism time bc I have a problem and use it at every available moment!!! blue and yellow get more vivid#the further from humanity the subject is#bill is entirely made w pure rgb blue and yellow (+ approximately 2674835 textures/layers/blending modes. I reached 150+ layers. help)#I like the idea that he would appear to ford like pure math considering hes a geometrical motherfucker and how the rest of the mindscape wa#I tried to mostly use trigonometry and related stuff for the Math Greebling. as well as fractals i love you forever fractals#MORE SYMBOLISM:#the grid-ish diamond pattern in all of the mindscape bgs (and elsewhere) is a penrose diagram of spacetime#which shows other universes on the other sides of black holes#SOMEONE ASK ME ABOUT MY EUCLYDIA HEADCANON LATER. IVE DUMPED ENOUGH DUMB HCS IN THESE TAGS ALREADY#BUT I THINK ITS VERY FUN#anyways. fuckt up guys n their egos influencing how they view humanity. bill tells ford hes as human as they come bc he was so easily foole#ford cant reconcile with his humanity bc of a failure to perform in one area#and then the immense guilt and shame over what hes done <3#I have So many ford characterization thoughts. no man nor god can stop me
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I cannot express how much I think about this stat đ
#I think about it at least 3 times a day#itâs the first thing I think about in the morning and the last thing I think about before bed#lol I am just kidding#but for real#these two are amazing#and in my opinion the most talented two on the grid#they are so unmatched and made for each other that itâs insane#I also alway think about the fact that they are consider once in a lifetime generational talents#and they are only born 16 days apart!#that is so insane to me#i truly believe that an invisible string connects them#god I love them both#lestappen#the goats!
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this is so farmer!könig & off the grid!könig đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
https://www.tumblr.com/gauloiseblue/746443017434595328/this-is-price-you-cant-change-my-mind
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yes, farmer!König will impregnate his farmhand girl through a huge peephole if he can, promises to pull out but never does... begs for forgiveness on his knees afterwards, apologizing profusely at your door, saying he'll never do it again! he just got carried away, he hasn't been with a woman in ages (if ever), you must understand... please, let him hold you for a while and maybe put it in again? you tell him he's too desperate, he wouldn't last a minute out there in the real world, but he just bullies his cock back inside you with a pathetic whine. he's the loneliest man in the universe here at this godforsaken farm so good luck with getting rid of him now that you allowed him to climb into your bed...
and off the grid!König is no better, sneaks up on you when you're tending to your silly little garden, picking up a cute cabbage completely unawares. it falls from your hands when he picks you off your feet, big arms fast around you and a stubbled, sweaty face buried in your hair. he was supposed to haul some wood into the shed but here he is, telling you he's in the mood if you are... hands sneaking up your shirt, plucking and pinching your nipples, he knows you wear no bra :( you can't say no to him even if the cabbage is now dirty and soiled and you're annoyedâKönig just tells you he'll help you with your veggies and flowers if you give him this one little treat... soon he's spreading your legs under the sun, inspecting you in full daylight while the ducks quack in the distance and sweet crickets chirp in the hay. this is what he brought you here for, to be bred and loved like the silly woman that you are â€ïžđż!
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