#liam 01

[anywayxstarchild]

noel gallagher on polaroid, circa 2000-01

"to liam, best wishes, noel gallagher" [sent as a gift to liam]

&

"greatest love? life."

&

"greatest fear? love."

[justformula1]

Starting grid for the Grand Prix of Qatar

Let the fighting begin tomorrow

[f1archives]

Liam Lawson in the paddock after finishing P8 in sprint qualifying - Brazil, 2024 (📷 Kym Illman)

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

the versatility of your art style scares me /pos (between ATL and AU-01)

ye >:]

[srldesigns6277]

Liam's on the move 01/24/24

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[utahbastards]

Maya wasn't the type to skip out on her share of the work. Since Della let her in, she'd done her part without complaint or real conversation. But for three days now, she'd laid in a heap under her makeshift blanket ignoring the world. People tried to speak to her on occasion, just to be polite but received no response. She'd even rolled the other way to make it known they were heard but unwanted. She could feel the irritation, she wasn't pulling her share and she was sure complaints had been made. Della could only defend her bad attitude for so long. The cramping and bleeding had been intense, like a period she'd never experienced before that made you consider throwing yourself off of somewhere high just to end it. But pain was something she knew how to work through. Grief was not. Guilt was not. She'd done the right thing, this was an ugly, ugly fucking place before it had become infested with zombies. Now? It would be the most selfish thing Maya had ever done to bring a little thing that couldn't protect itself here. It was a mercy, she told herself. But when she slept, she saw her little baby. Smelt her, held her. She'd stopped sleeping the better part of two days ago to avoid her. Liam approached as he had for the last three days with her rations in hand, setting them down beside her. He'd tried to speak to her like the others and gotten about as far, but it hadn't stopped his attempts at kindness. He'd eaten beside her in silence when his prompts elicited no response. Until this morning, she had barely acknowledged him, or the food for that matter. But today, lying down had begun to chafe both physically and metaphorically. Her back hurt from the position, the overheard snide remarks about her laziness had crawled into her eardrum and began living there like a hostile insect and the hunger pains she'd been driving down were becoming too difficult to ignore. So finally she sat up, earning a surprised raise of his brows but nothing more. She reached for the food with timid hands, certain a barb was coming about her attitude but he only smiled, causing her stomach to twist uncomfortably. A few days ago, they'd almost been friends. Now she was not so sure. "Thank you." It tumbled from her lips like it had been extracted but she meant it.

[nicoscheer]

[aiylademirci]

Aiyla ↔ Liam

Aiyla: Just checking in to see how you're doing <3 Aiyla: And, you know, not in prison or dead...

[saraiayutthaya]

closed starter @grangerliam

The Sipping Cup was bustling with activity when Sarai walked in. Customers sat chatting at little bistro tables while baristas buzzed around behind the counter, preparing lattes, cappuccinos, and cold brews. After getting a latte, she looked around and spotted Liam at the Sipping Cup while. With a to-go coffee cup in hand, she walked up to him. It was rare for her to see him out and about at this hour. Then again, she was almost always at home now that she'd adopted Gizmo. Her rambunctious kitten required a lot of her time and attention.

"Hey you, I'm surprised to see you here at this hour," she said as she approached him. "Are you on break, or are you on the prowl for something else?" She raised an eyebrow and flashed him a knowing smile. The man was charming and could charm the pants off anyone in Covington. Thankfully, they were actual friends. She found it entertaining to watch him around the girls, though. It felt like he had a different one every month. 

[everythingdnddd]

Breakfast Broom Practice has me DYING

"The chicken comes back to life."

xD xD xD

[yeomcn]

@arachnidiots liked for a lyric starter

" now we're there and we've only just begun, this will be our year. "

– this will be our year, the zombies

[justformula1]

Starting grid for the sprint race of the Grand Prix of Brasil

[f1archives]

Alex Albon & the VCarb drivers on stage at the fan forum - Brazil, 2024

[peccatoriius]

beta version of this for @fxcdboys !

A quick chill passed through Jia's body at the sight of his smile. She knew they hadn't really... Talked about what they were or anything like that, but for the time being, she wasn't even sure she could've found the words. " yeah ? " her voice squeaked, any sense poise going out the window in that moment. she lifted her hips, reaching down to push them as much as she could in the moment as her eyes flickered back towards him. " this isn't going to go straight to your head, is it ? " she teased, her grin widening playfully.

[lylarchive]

PROCESSING : // INTEL FROM @arachnidiots { ❝ i hate computers. ❞ }

𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐀 [ . . . ] 𝟒𝟗% { ( 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠.𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐥=𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐤𝐚𝐳 ) ; }

△ defend computers 〇 stab with glitter gel pen ▢ whine

(enter.option=△)

she whines as well, despite not following the path she decided on. it causes her eyes to blink rapidly, for just a moment, nearly indiscernible. ❝ whaaaat ? what has a computer ever done to you, huh ? other than, like, provide you with cool recipes for one pot meals ? huh ? ❞ arms fold. ❝ they have feelings too, you know ! er ---------- okay, maybe not, but we totally don't know that. anyway, i can make you like computers ! isn't it nice to have information at your fingertips ? ❞

[isadoraxantcs]

closed starter for @liamjarcher location: the metropolitan museum of art

Her family owning shares of the Metropolitan as well as it being one of the most prominent place to exhibit art in all its forms in NYC immediately made it one of Isadora's favourite places to be in. Often times she simply enjoyed walking through the halls, admiring the current exhibits and studying each piece because experience had thought her that there was always more that one could learn about art and its history. However, today her attention was caught not by a painting or sculpture but a person; not that she'd argue that the man himself could be considering a nature's work of art. "Fancy seeing you here, Mr. Archer." She greeted him with a smile.