#iscared

[luxbub]

The bond between a girl and the middle-aged actor she saw in a movie years ago and now coincidentally has a big fat crush on is unstoppable

[kiwisandcoconuts]

Happy pride month animorph fans have some doomed yaoi (Gafinilan and Mertil)

[badly-drawn-bbu]

he’s back at it again!

[wgm-beautiful-world]

Castillo de Iscar - ESPAÑA

[lexi-the-twilight-dragon]

Been watching a bunch of Animorphs videos on YouTube and noticed this discrepancy, so now I’m curious:

[pagesofkenna]

I had that phase as a teen where I was really obsessed with Oscar Wilde, and I didn't even know he was gay, but the fact that either myself or my parents still thought I was straight is remarkable

[totimetoolsch]

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[waytooobsessedwithlife]

Congrats Osc! I always knew you had it in you, I'm so glad he managed to get that wdc win even with the papaya rules mess. My goat!!

STOP THE COUNT!

Congratulations to Oscar Piastri on his WDC ❤️

[olaitapetininga]

Capital da Música Paulista: conheça Tatuí, cidade que possui o maior conservatório da América Latina

Uma cidade que respira música e é reconhecida por isso. Essa é Tatuí, declarada Capital da Música Paulista, por meio da Lei 12.544/2007, aprovada na Assembleia Legislativa do Estado de São Paulo e sancionada pelo então governador José Serra. Com cerca de 122 mil habitantes, Tatuí possui uma relação histórica profunda com as artes, mas o fato que mais se destaca é a existência do Conservatório…

[muldj0rd]

Blond hair, don't even remember the colour that your eyes were || Loscar

Summary: Alex shrugged slightly “Nobody really knows, but whatever it is, it’s pretty bad. Not even Lando can get a smile out of him,”

“Lando says it’s because he can’t remember your eye colour,” Carlos chimed in “But I don’t know if it’s true,” He shrugged, confused faces on the two others.

Warnings: Anal, anal fingering, top Logan, bottom Oscar, angst, Logan lowkey hating on Lando, cockwarming, overstimulation.

Masterlist || AO3

Oscar was frustrated- No. He was mad at himself.

Oscar had dreamt of Logan for one night after Abu Dhabi, and everything was as a dream about Logan usually was, but something was different.

Oscar woke up that morning, listing all the things in his head. Blond hair, tall, not fit, not thin, pale skin- soft skin, the most beautiful hands. One thing he was missing: Logan’s eye colour.

It had been the first time he had dreamt of Logan after Zandvoort, he hadn’t seen him since- he still followed him on Instagram, but he can not for the life of him remember his eye colour.

They’d been best friends for what felt like forever, and he could not remember the colour of his eyes. Where they blue? Brown? Green? He couldn’t tell ya.

Oscar got to his parent's house in Australia for Christmas with barely a smile, still not remembering the colour. Neither of the Piastri’s worried about the missing smile. Jet lag, he had said, and they believed.

Nicole was the first to think something was up with Oscar. She didn’t say anything though. She went to Hattie instead whom almost had noticed but did not know.

“What happened to Logan?” Hattie asked as she sat down beside Iscar on the couch in the living room, his smile still not there.

“Logan?” Oscar never allowed his emotions to get in the way of family gatherings or holidays, but when he did, Logan was always involved. Oscar shrugged slightly “It’s stupid,” He sighed.

“Come on. Tell me,” She urged, her eyes soft.

Oscar hesitated “I can’t remember the colour of his eyes,” He mumbled, embarrassed to be speaking the truth.

Hattie was surprised to hear this “That’s what’s been bugging you?” Oscar nodded softly “You know, google does exist, right?” She teased, a soft smirk on her lips.

“That’s embarrassing though. Searching up your… Friend’s eye colour,” Were they? Friends? They hadn’t spoken since Zandvoort. They weren’t friends anymore, were they?

Oscar sighed softly again, shifting slightly in his seat “Hattie… What is his eye colour?”

Once, Hattie would’ve teased Oscar for being obsessed with Logan’s eye colour “They’re green, Osc,” But not when she could see how it affected him not knowing.

–

Hattie had said at Christmas what Logan’s eye colour was, but by Australia in March, he had forgotten again.

He was quiet again. No smile, no nothing. Not even Lando could get a crackle out of him.

He never told Hattie he forgot again, he felt too embarrassed by it.

By Miami, everyone had caught on- even the journalists had, and people practically stopped trying to get a smile out of him.

Logan had been invited to the Williams garage that weekend- Oscar had not been informed, not even by Lando who had known from Carlos.

“What’s up with Oscar lately?” Logan asked as he stood with Alex and Carlos at the other end of the paddock from the McLaren garage.

Alex shrugged slightly “Nobody really knows, but whatever it is, it’s pretty bad. Not even Lando can get a smile out of him,”

“Lando says it’s because he can’t remember your eye colour,” Carlos chimed in “But I don’t know if it’s true,” He shrugged, confused faces on the two others.

“Really?” Logan asked, his arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows scrunched together, trying to understand why that was the reason.

“Don’t know if that’s why,” Carlos repeated, shrugging slightly again, Logan humming softly.

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Logan made his way to the McLaren hospitality after the race, passing Lando on the way as he made his way to Oscar’s driver's room.

He knocked softly on the door, an obviously tired ’yeah’ coming from the other side.

Oscar’s breath hitched slightly as he saw it was Logan knocking on the door “I’m guessing you didn’t know I was here,” Logan chuckled softly as he closed the door behind him, Oscar shook his head slightly as he looked into his hands were he sat on the small couch.

Logan sat down beside Oscar, taking his chin into his hands, turning his head to face him, making sure he was looking into his eyes “My eyes are green, okay?” Oscar’s eyes widened slightly as he blushed and tried looking away but Logan held a firm grip on him.

“Who told you?” He asked low, not trusting his voice not to crack.

Logan sighed softly, a slight smile on his lips “Lando told Carlos who told me and Alex,” Oscar whined, forcing his head out of Logan’s touch and onto his shoulder, mumbling something about it being embarrassing.

“How long has it been bugging you?” Logan asked softly, his hand caressing Oscar’s shower-damp hair.

Oscar leaned slightly back, Logan’s hand drifting to the side of his neck “Since Abu Dhabi,” He admitted “Almost at least”

“Abu Dhabi?” Logan said- asked surprised, his thumb slowly soothing over Oscar’s skin “Baby-” Logan shut himself up quickly after he realised what he said.

Oscar blushed deeply, his eyes going slightly wide. Could that be why he was so mad at himself for not remembering Logan’s eye colour? Because he had feelings for the American?

“I’m sorry-” Oscar acted before he could think, leaning himself forward, and kissing Logan deeply. He tried leaning back when Logan didn’t kiss back, but the blond was quick to pull him back, kissing him passionately.

“Osc-” “Shut up,” Oscar pushed Logan down softly to lay on his back, Oscar’s hand in his hair, tilting his head back to kiss him deeper, his tongue pushing past Logan’s lips.

One of Logan’s hands was on Oscar’s hip, the other in his hair, pulling him slightly away, but he didn’t get to speak before Oscar did “I need you. Please,” He panted heavily.

“Osc… Neither of us has lube,” Logan panted just as heavily, arching his neck slightly when Oscar started kissing his neck.

“I have back at the hotel. Come with me, please,” He almost begged, grinding himself down onto Logan’s thigh, pointing out how hard he was.

“You have to go through interviews… And then you have the debriefing, and with that stunt Lando pulled, that’s gonna take hours,” Logan almost growled the words out, obviously a lot of hatred towards the Brit.

Oscar leaned back, smirking slightly down at Logan, his hips continuing to teasingly move against Logan’s thigh “You jealous, Logie?”

Oscar’s laugh was short-lived when he yelped as Logan turned them around “Get back out there. Finish the interviews and the debriefing, and I’ll fuck you so hard you forget everything but me. You got that?”

Oscar nodded eagerly, blushing heavily at Logan’s sudden serious voice “Good boy,” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss Oscar softly before letting him go.

–

“Jesus. You’re eager, baby,” Logan chuckled as Oscar immediately got to pulling his shirt over his head the moment the hotel door was closed.

“I need you so bad,” Oscar breathed, pulling Logan’s shirt off as well, pulling him towards the bed, pulling him on top of himself.

“Yeah? How bad d’you need me?” Logan teased, kissing down Oscar’s naked chest, his tongue ghosting over his skin a few times.

“R-really bad,” He almost cried out, his back arched slightly, goosebumps rising on his skin, his nipples getting stiff from the cold air.

Logan chuckled, leaning back from Oscar’s body “Where’s the lube?”

“The suitcase,” He panted, immediately kicking his shoes and jeans off, leaving him in just his boxers.

Logan kicked off his shoes as well as he made his way over to the open suitcase, searching for the lube bottle.

He found the bottle and got back to Oscar, awestruck by his mostly naked body- almost drooling at the way his skin looked under the sunshine through the window.

“God, you’re beautiful,” He hummed, getting back onto the bed, his lips going to the inside of Oscar’s thighs, kissing him deeply on the skin, not caring if he left any evident marks.

Oscar’s hands went into Logan’s blond hair, tugging at it impatiently “Please, Logan. Stop teasing. I need you inside me, please,” Logan got harder by Oscar’s words- if that was even possible at this point.

“Fuck, you sound so good when you’re begging,” Logan said as he leaned back, Oscar’s hips lifting off the bed slightly as Logan pulled down his boxers slowly, throwing them to the floor when they were off entirely.

Oscar whimpered softly as he heard the cap of the bottle open and the soft squelching of Logan warming the liquid up between his fingers.

He tried suppressing the moan that came out when Logan slowly and softly started circling his fingers around his rim, but he wasn’t able to.

Logan chuckled softly, carefully watching Oscar’s facial expression as he slowly pushed a finger into him, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable.

“Doing good?” Logan asked, seeing Oscar’s chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes shut tight.

He nodded slightly “‘M fine, jus… Been a while,” He said, a slight whine to his voice, his hands fisted in the crumpled-up sheets beneath him.

“I’ll take it slow then,” Logan promised, very slowly starting to move his finger, whines and whimpers pulled from Oscar’s lips, and his back arched slightly.

“So beautiful. Doing so good, baby,” Logan praised, slowly pushing a second finger in to join the first, the whole of Oscar’s body blushing from the pet name, moaning softly as he felt the second finger as well.

“Logan,” Oscar begged in a sound that was a moan mixed with a desperate whine, the blond slowly starting to move his fingers again.

“Shh. Patience. Gotta get you prepped first,” Logan chuckled softly, his fingers slowly speeding up, causing Oscar to get slightly louder, his hips grinding down against Logan’s hand, trying to get him to hit the perfect spot.

Oscar cried out Logan’s name when the other finally curled his fingers just right so he hit his prostate.

“Yeah? Right there, baby?” Logan asked teasingly, hitting the same spot again, Oscar’s back arched sharply, his knuckles turning white from the force of his grip in the sheets.

“P-please. Fuck me, please. Need you, Logie- please,” Oscar begged between loud moans, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat.

“How can I say no when you ask so nicely?” Logan teased, slowly pulling his fingers out of Oscar, pulling a whine from him as he was now feeling empty.

Oscar was panting heavily as Logan leaned back, wiping his slick fingers clean on Oscar’s thigh before he got up and got rid of his remaining clothes.

Logan got back in between Oscar’s legs, stroking himself a few times with lube in his palm to get himself ready- making sure not to hurt Oscar in any way.

Oscar made sure to look directly into Logan’s eyes as he slowly pushed into him.

They weren’t entirely green. Blue-green is. Green-blue ish. They were green… Ish.

They both moaned softly when Logan had pushed all the way in, Oscar’s nails digging into the back of Logan, holding onto him for dear life- afraid he’d disappear again.

“You okay?” Logan asked softly, a slight grunt in his throat as he adjusted his hips slightly, causing Oscar to whimper quietly.

“Yes,” He panted out, nodding his head slightly, still making sure to look into Logan’s eyes.

Green, green, green… Ish.

“You can move, please,” He barely got his words out before Logan slowly started moving, leaning back to hold onto Oscar’s waist, holding himself steady as he slowly increased his pace and rhythm.

Both their moans and sounds got louder as well, hands gripping so tight it would leave marks behind, shared messy kisses. Oscar trying his best- and failing, to hold his eyes open to look into Logan’s.

Logan slid his hands down to Oscar’s hips, lifting him slightly so he could pound into his prostate at every thrust, Oscar quickly coming untouched without warning, clenching down around Logan.

“No- keep going,” Oscar panted when Logan avoided his prostate to not hurt him or make him uncomfortable.

“Osc-” “Please,” Logan nodded softly after some hesitation and kept going, his speed picking up again, thrusting into Oscar’s prostate with the same force as before, listening to his sounds of overstimulation, feeling him squirming under him, his legs tightly trying to close around his hips.

Logan didn’t give much of a warning either before he came, his hips pressed firmly against Oscar’s ass, his body twitching as he felt himself filling up the other man.

They laid against each other, breathing the same air for a few minutes before Logan began to pull out “Stay,” Oscar said as he pulled him back against him.

Logan chuckled softly, but gave up and laid back down against Oscar, not caring they were now both sticky with his cum on his chest “You know the chance of a UTI is higher this way, right?” “I’ll take the chance just to feel you close a little longer,” Oscar hummed, Logan, tilting his head to look into his eyes. Green.

[badly-drawn-bbu]

[howlingday]

Jaune: Hey,now, give the rest of us some credit! Right, Ren?

Ren: This isn't something to be proud of, Jaune.

Jaune: Well, what else should I do with it if I can't go through with it?

Oscar Pine's Existentialism

Oscar: ...

Oscar: Why am I here? Why does it have to be me?

Oscar: Is there any other way life can go?

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Ruby: So then I told her, I may be out of dust, but I'm not out of options!

Jaune: Haha! No way!

Yang: It's true.

Oscar: ...

Jaune: Hey, Oscar? You okay?

Oscar: ...I'm fine. Don't worry about me.

Jaune: ...Okay then.

Oscar: (Thinking) Why can't I relate to them? Is there something wrong with me? Or maybe... I just can't relate because we don't have anything in common. Would I even be here if they didn't drag me out here?.

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Oscar: Another day, another step closer to fighting Salem. What's the point, though? She's so powerful, and I... I don't even know how to begin to use magic.

Oscar: And even if we do win, what then? Will the Brothers even come back, or have they forgotten us? And we're still here. Alone.

Oscar: Like always. And even if I do end up becoming a huntsman, or get married, or go back to being a farmer, I'm still gonna be dead in the end. Why should I even bother with anything? It'll all be gone in a hundred years.

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Nora: Hey, Oscar~! Did you get those seeds planted?

Oscar: Huh? Oh, uh, no, I didn't.

Nora: Why not? Didn't you say this was perfect weather to do some gardening?

Oscar: Well, yeah, but, uh... I don't know. I just didn't feel like gardening today.

Nora: I thought you loved gardening.

Oscar: ...I thought I did, too.

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Oscar: Hey, uh, Blake?

Blake: Hm?

Oscar: You ever... I dunno, feel bad about not doing something?

Blake: Sometimes, but I just do what I can to make up for it now.

Oscar: Well, what if you can't? What if no matter what you do, you'll never be able to make up for not doing something?

Blake: ...

Oscar: N-Nevermind. Uh, enjoy your book. I'm just gonna... I'm gonna go to bed.

Blake: At four in the afternoon?

Oscar: Ha ha, yeah, you know, early to bed, early to rise?

Blake: Hm...

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Oscar: (In bed)

Oscar: (Sniffles)

Oscar: (Sobbing)

Oscar: Why am I still here?

Oscar: What am I supposed to do?

Oscar: Where am I supposed to go?

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Oscar: ...

Weiss: Oscar?

Oscar: Huh, what?

Weiss: You were staring over the edge for a long time. Is... Is everything okay?

Oscar: ...I'm fine. (Walks away)

Weiss: Okay?

Weiss: (Pulls out scroll)

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Oscar: (Sees everyone happy, Sighs)

Emerald: This seat taken?

Oscar: Huh? Oh, uh, no. You're good.

Emerald: Well, I am now. (Smiles)

Oscar: (Weakly chuckles)

Emerald: ...So, what are you thinking about?

Oscar: ...Nothing?

Emerald: ...Alright.

Oscar: ...

Emerald: ...They look pretty happy over there.

Oscar: Uh-huh.

Emerald: Almost like they got everything all figured out.

Oscar: Yeah.

Emerald: Not a care in the world, huh?

Oscar: (Sighs) No.

Emerald: Why don't you go join them?

Oscar: Should I? I mean, what would we even talk about? They're all huntsmen and huntresses, and I'm... Well, I'm not. When we got to Atlas, I turned the same age Ruby was when she first showed up to Beacon. And now I'm here, years later, and I... I don't have anything to show for it.

Emerald: I hear ya. It sucks not being able to relate to everybody else.

Oscar: Especially when they've already done so much to save the world. And then... Then there's me.

Emerald: What about you?

Oscar: ...I'm nothing, Emerald. And pretty soon I'll be less than nothing. Just a thought in Ozma's head. I'm on a timer, and I never realized how much I already wasted my life. Meanwhile, everyone else is getting along just fine, making a difference, saving the world, and I don't have anything to show for what I've done.

Oscar: I'm... I'm nothing.

Emerald: Damn, when you put it like that, you're right.

Emerald: We are nothing.

Oscar: Huh?

Emerald: I've only got a couple decades left to live, and I already wasted my life, y'know? Not only that, but I was actually helping destroy the world, too. But here I am anyways, hanging out with these people trying to save the world. Guess that makes me nothing, too, huh?

Oscar: What? No! That's-

Emerald: But if we're nothing together, then at least we're nothing together, right?

Oscar: ...No. No, we're not nothing. We're... We're something. And... I don't know what we'll be, but we can't be nothing forever, can we?

Emerald: I dunno about you, but I was a bad guy before all of this. Pretty sure if anybody knows about how things change, I'd say I've got some ideas.

Oscar: ...Thanks, Emerald.

Emerald: Anytime, Oscar. And really, I mean any time. I don't want to hear that you're saying and thinking stuff that's scaring all our friends. Better to hear it from you myself.

Oscar: Wait. Who told your what I was doing?

Emerald: Pretty much everybody. Jaune, Nora, Blake, Weiss. Especially Weiss. Pretty sure she was about to cry when she told me, and I can't say I blame her.

Oscar: Oh...

Emerald: Yeah, you really scared her, so you should probably make it up to her.

Oscar: Yeah, I... I should, huh?

Emerald: I heard through the grapevine that she likes flowers. Too bad there's no way to grow our own flowers out here, right?

Oscar: (Smiling) Actually, there is something we could do.

[eightsixtiism]

As a Max fan, I do admit that Max isn't perfect and I absolutely adored Lando before especially with his friendship with Max and Carlos. Lando is getting hated mainly because of the things he says and some of his actions. One was the trump thing, second, was when Max was congratulating him and he decided to snitch despite the race being over (not a big issue for me personally cause all drivers snitch). Third is the way he acted when he won the Dutch GP especially when he decided to use Max's catchphrase (I know it wasn't Max's before), most of us found it rude especially since well max's catchphrase and Lando saying that seemed as if he was mocking Max and the worst thing was it was Max's home race. Fourth, the cooldown with Lewis when Lew was merely being nice and he decided to somewhat insult him (I feel insulted despite Lewis saying it was fine). Fifth, When he called Max's win in Brazil luck not talent, I mean luck was a part of it but talent had a much larger contribution. Sixth, when McLaren fucked up and he made his engineer beg for Lando to give the place back to Oscar despite him being only there because McLaren fucked up and Iscar was doing an excellent job defending (Fuck Mclaren strategy tbh). Seventh, podium in Hungary ('twas fucked up) Oscar couldn't even enjoy his win because Lando was the center of attention despite Osc having a phenomenal drive. Eight, when Oscar had to give up a win (it was a sprint but it was still a win) just for him to lose big time from Max. Ninth, when Oscar once again had to back off to give Lando a chance to catch up to Max but he couldn't pass Charles. Tenth, this is mostly due to how the FIA has been acting. They have been acting like a knight and shining armor for Lando, especially during the quali. This is not hate, I do think he is a contender for this season, the way he's been acting is somewhat the problem. (I think I have more but this is enough lmao)

there's a lot to be covered here so i'll answer the ones that caught my eye.

3) now that i've thought about it, i'd understand why max fans in particular would be mad about it. max coined the phrase, his friend essentially used it to take a dig at him. me personally, if this is what you're getting so seriously pressed about then i actually don't know what to say. this is a sport, shithousery will ensue between friends, enemies, acquaintances— everybody. it's not like lando completely ridiculed and encouraged any more hate towards max; i don't know if i can say the same for max, though.

4) that one i felt taken aback by it too. don't know why he said that, it's definitely something he could've avoided saying. but if lewis isn't bothered about it, i'm not going to be. if he was, i certainly would be and will hold lando accountable (i still do anyways)

5) this is so palpably hearsay and i cannot believe you still think this. at this point, i feel like a broken radio trying to reason with you guys and tell you that that is not what he meant. i'm sure you've come across people explaining what the actual meaning is, so let's not sit here and still believe this foolishness. if, for some reason, you still don't get it, there's a post here that explains it perfectly.

6 and 7) you are talking all about unrightful lando wins, but didn't lando have to give his place up for oscar? oscar didn't overtake lando by his own will and win, so why won't we use that against oscar? some people do, but we all know it was mclaren's fault for putting them in that position. they could've easily let them stay where they are and fight for p1, but they didn't and that is how it panned out. after them guilt tripping lando into giving the place back, are we still blaming lando for this? i know you shouldn't be because as you said, 'fuck mclaren strategy'.

8) mclaren were seemingly championship contending... up until they claimed they weren't after the brazil gp (honestly, odds were stacking up against them that they weren't because they kept fucking up more than they should've). i can tell you are either quite ignorant or haven't been a fan for long, because it seems you are too used to someone winning the championship by their own merit because of the very pitiful gap in performance between the red bull drivers, but forget that many championships have been won with the help of teammates, one of the most infamous being lewis and valterri. oscar giving up his place was to help lando (who's higher in the standings between the 2) get more points and close the gap. it wasn't a rightful sprint win, we are all aware, but that's how this sport works.

10) i was going to go hell on this take, but @landhoe-norris worded it perfectly in their post:

"Imagine thinking that an organisation that rigged a race so that your favourite drivers would win a championship, an organisation that has allowed him to run other drivers off the track for the past three years without repercussions, is now being biased against him because he ‘has the wrong passport’ when in all seriousness your favourite driver is the epitome of ‘white privilege’ and has been since he stepped into the sport."

there's nothing more for me to say.

all in all, lando is not as bad as you guys make him out to be. if anything, max, in my opinion, is worse. and looks like he'll always be.

[gemharvest]

(clapping hands) YAYYYY I LOVE FILLING OUT TEMPLATES (the "inferiority" part of my brain activates) wait did anyone else heare thast . why am iscared

[oscarcito]

OSCAR PIASTRI P4. idc what happened in the middle i closed my eyes P4 ISCAR PIASTRI

[cinnamon-toast-cronch]

like idk. if you were gonna give barbie the time of day in the first place for something that prestigious, I'd at least try to highlight what would elevate that movie to an academy award standpoint, which was greta gerwig infusing what very easily could've been a 2 hr commercial with her very personal themes of girlhood that she puts into all of her work, or margot robbie spending months on end trying to figure out how to portray a doll that has no wants or desires and treating it like she would any other serious role. not ryan gosling being silly (acting award) and ryan gosling being silly again (song award)

I liked barbie, I don't really think its oscar material out of all the movies I saw this year, but I had a good time and it was a fun summer activity with all the hype surrounding it. but the fact that ryan gosling has a nomination and not greta gerwig or margot robbie really is that special brand of academy awards "let's pretend like we care" that got greenbook winning best picture over blackkklansman