#more chemistry than with their partners and it’s always been that way💀

[reginaphalange2403]

THIS in front of her fiancé was actually insane of them. They had no decorum whatsoever I’m crying.

[kathlare]

under the neon lights

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: As the Las Vegas Grand Prix looms, Amelie supports Lando through the mounting pressure of his season’s defining race.

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Warnings: fluff, smau

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November 23rd, 2024 - Las Vegas, NV

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amelieupdates: Amelie is BACK in the paddock! 👏 After wrapping up the North American leg of her Short n Sweet tour, she’s here to support Lando at the Las Vegas GP 🏎️💨

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f1lover_24: Amelie really said “it’s Vegas, let’s pretend it’s not freezing” 🥶👗 → racingfanatic_99: @f1lover_24 I’m honestly just trying to figure out how she’s standing in heels in this weather 😅

vibesinvegas: Amelie’s outfit got me more worried about her freezing than him racing 🥶👚

racingtrash: Max about to be world champ for the fourth time, but can we talk about how Lando's been looking at Amelie like she’s the trophy? 🏆 → whynotboth: @racingtrash Ugh, if that’s not the most romantic thing ever 😩🔥

landoismyking_: Lando’s gotta finish P1 today, or I’m gonna lose my mind!! 💀

f1fashionpolice: Girl, are we sure it’s cold? Because Amelie is out here like it’s a summer day in Vegas 😭

fanforlandonorris: Lando better keep Max behind today or we riot 🥴 But also, the way Amelie always shows up for him… too cute 🥺

emilia_and_lando: The moment they walk in together, you know Lando’s ready to show off for her. Let’s pray he gets P1 so they can celebrate together 🍾🥂

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The neon lights of the Las Vegas Strip blazed against the ink-black sky, casting a surreal glow over the entire paddock. The buzz of the night race was inescapable—the air thick with excitement, the hum of electric engines and music reverberating through the open space. It felt almost like a dream, the city alive with anticipation, each pulse of light on the horizon syncing with the heartbeat of Formula 1.

Amelie stepped out of the car, the cool desert air biting at her skin. She shivered slightly in her outfit—a cropped top, a jean jacket thrown over it, and a skirt that barely reached her knees. High heels clicked sharply against the pavement as she and Stella made their way toward the paddock entrance. The cold night air didn't seem to faze her too much; she'd lived through enough chilly nights in Monaco with Lando, but it was definitely sharper in the desert, and she regretted not bringing something warmer.

—Are you sure you don’t want to borrow my jacket?— Stella teased, eyeing Amelie’s outfit with a raised eyebrow.

—I’m fine,— Amelie replied, flashing her sister-in-law a quick smile. —I just didn’t expect this cold in Vegas.—

Stella rolled her eyes but let the comment slide. —You and your outfits... you’re lucky you’re pretty enough to pull them off.—

Amelie chuckled, her thoughts already on Lando. She had been so excited to be here with him, especially after everything they’d been through together over the last year. The time they’d spent traveling, racing, laughing, and of course, dealing with the media circus surrounding their relationship now that they were officially public. Ever since the Miami Grand Prix, where Lando had secured his first win, things had been different between them. They had gone from being the kind of friends who couldn’t stop teasing each other to full-blown partners. Even though it had been almost a year since they’d started dating, their chemistry hadn’t changed. If anything, it was stronger than ever.

They arrived at the paddock, the rows of trailers and team hubs lined up against the backdrop of the circuit. The atmosphere was buzzing with activity—drivers and team members rushing around, making final adjustments, and last-minute prep for the night ahead. Amelie could feel the weight of the tension in the air, a nervous energy she knew all too well.

Stella had disappeared into the Red Bull garage to catch up with Checo, who was already in the thick of his pre-race routine. Amelie, however, was heading straight for the McLaren Team Hub. She had been to the paddock before, but tonight felt different. She had grown so used to being at the races with Lando, cheering him on, helping him unwind, being his rock—but today was going to be tough. He had finished 6th in qualifying, far from where he needed to be, and Max had secured 5th. The thought of Max becoming World Champion tonight was looming over them both, and Amelie could feel the weight of it.

As she approached the McLaren team’s area, she noticed a slight shift in the atmosphere—something off. Lando wasn’t at the usual pre-race debrief, and the energy in the hub was tense. She saw Adam, Lando’s dad, standing near the door to Lando’s driver room, his expression serious.

—Amelie!— Adam greeted her, walking toward her with a hint of worry in his eyes. —I’m glad you’re here. Can you... can you talk to Lando? He’s not answering the door, and I’m getting really worried.—

Her stomach flipped. Adam never looked like this unless something was seriously wrong. —What’s going on?— she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Adam ran a hand through his hair. —He’s locked himself in, doesn’t want to talk to anyone. I know he’s anxious, but he’s not responding to anyone. I think he just needs you to calm him down. He listens to you.—

Amelie’s heart tightened as she nodded, trying to keep her cool. She had seen Lando anxious before, but this felt different. She could tell from the tone in Adam's voice that something more serious was at play, and her mind raced with worry as she made her way to Lando’s driver room.

—Okay, I’ll try to get through to him, Adam,— she said, her voice firm, though her stomach churned with nerves. She wasn’t just walking into a room to console her boyfriend; she was walking into the room of someone who was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, who might be on the verge of losing everything he had worked for.

The closer she got to the door, the more she felt the tension in the air. Lando had always been a person who wore his heart on his sleeve, but his insecurities were often masked by his quick wit and playful demeanor. Today, however, all of that seemed to be gone. All that remained was the man who had put his heart and soul into this season, knowing that everything was riding on tonight’s race.

She knocked gently on the door. —Lan? It’s me.— Her voice was soft but carried a quiet strength, the kind that had always been able to cut through his defenses.

The door clicked open after a brief moment, and Lando’s tired face appeared in the crack, his eyes red-rimmed and exhausted. The sight of him like this made Amelie’s heart ache. His hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all.

—Hey, love,— she said, her voice low, her hands instinctively reaching out to smooth the worry lines from his forehead. —You okay?—

Lando gave her a weak smile, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. —Hey, Ames. Just... tired. Nothing new, right?—

Amelie didn’t buy it. She stepped closer, her arms wrapping around him in a tight embrace. The cold from the night air still clung to her skin, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was being there for him, the way she always had.

—You’ve been working so hard, Lan. You’re gonna be fine, you know that, right?— she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

Lando sighed deeply, his body tense in her arms. —I know, but... yesterday was shit, Ames. I should’ve done better in qualifying. Max is right there, and if I can’t finish ahead of him... I don’t know, I just...— His voice faltered, his frustration clear.

Amelie pulled back slightly to look him in the eyes. Her heart hurt seeing him like this, so vulnerable and uncertain. But she knew the only thing that could really help him now was to just listen, to let him say what he needed to say.

—You know what you need to do, Lan. Don’t focus on Max, just focus on yourself, on your race. You’ve been incredible all season, and one bad qualifying isn’t going to change that. You’re ready for this, okay? You’re not alone in this. I’m here, I’ll always be here.— She gave him a soft smile, one that she hoped conveyed everything she felt without needing words.

He closed his eyes, letting out another deep breath, his arms tightening around her. —I just... it’s scary, Ames. I’ve worked so hard for this. And if I fail... what if I fail? What if I can’t do it?—

Amelie’s heart broke a little more at the rawness in his voice. She cupped his face gently, tilting it upward so that their eyes met. —You’re not going to fail, Lan. You’re going to give it everything you’ve got, and that’s all anyone can ask for. You’ve already proven how amazing you are, and you’ve come so far. One race isn’t going to define you. You’ve already won, just by getting here.—

Lando’s eyes softened, and for a moment, Amelie saw a flicker of the confident, cheeky guy she knew and loved. But the weight of the situation was still heavy, pressing down on him.

—Thanks, Ames,— he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. —I don’t know what I’d do without you.—

Amelie smiled softly, brushing her thumb over his cheek. —Well, you don’t have to worry about that, Lan. I’m not going anywhere. Now, let’s get you out of this room and into the race. You’ve got this, okay?—

Lando nodded slowly, taking a deep breath and pulling away from her embrace. But Amelie could see the unease still lingering in his eyes, the battle between his nerves and his determination.

—But… before we go— Amelie’s voice dropped a little lower, a playful glint in her eyes as she stepped closer to him, her fingers trailing along the collar of his McLaren jacket. —Let me distract you for a second.—

Lando raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief returning to his face. —Distract me? How exactly?—

Before he could respond, Amelie kissed him, her lips capturing his with a gentle, teasing pressure. Lando’s body seemed to relax under her touch, the tension slowly melting away as he kissed her back, his arms instinctively wrapping around her waist.

Amelie deepened the kiss slightly, feeling the heat between them build as her hands wandered up to thread through his messy hair. She could feel the moment shift, the rush of adrenaline and passion flooding in to replace the fear and anxiety that had been holding him back. The kiss was a promise—one of support, of love, and of an unspoken understanding between them.

Lando’s hands slid down to her hips, pulling her closer as he kissed her more urgently, a need for comfort and connection overwhelming him. Amelie responded in kind, her body pressed against his as they lost themselves in the kiss, the noise of the paddock and the world outside fading away.

Finally, they pulled apart, both of them breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Lando’s hands remained on her hips, grounding him.

—You’re good at that, Ames,— he murmured with a grin, his anxiety momentarily forgotten.

—You’re welcome,— Amelie teased back, her lips curling into a smile. —Now let’s go show everyone just how amazing you are, Lan. You’ve got this.—

Lando gave her a small, but genuine smile, the spark in his eyes reigniting. —Yeah... I do, don’t I?—

Amelie smiled softly, her fingers brushing against Lando's as she stood beside him. The quiet moment they shared in the driver room felt like a temporary escape from the chaos of the race, but she knew they both had to face the intense pressure that awaited them in the paddock and the track. It was a reminder of just how much was riding on tonight’s race—not just for Lando, but for their entire team.

Amelie gave him a wink, watching as a renewed sense of determination sparked in his eyes. She gently cupped his face, brushing his hair back out of his eyes as she felt the soft, lingering buzz from their kiss.

—Go kick some ass out there, Lan,— she said, her voice filled with affection. —I’ll be cheering for you, as always. And don’t even think about letting Max get the better of you. You’ve got this in the bag.—

Lando’s smile widened, but his gaze softened, the weight of the race still hovering over them. He gave a small nod, his fingers finding the hem of her jacket, tugging her just a little closer.

—You’re right. I’ve got this,— he murmured, leaning down for one last kiss. It was quick, soft, but the promise of it lingered in the air as he pulled away.

Amelie chuckled lightly, her heart racing with both pride and love for him.

—Good luck, baby,— she whispered, her lips brushing his cheek.

As Lando turned to head toward his car, Amelie watched him with a feeling of deep pride and admiration. He was ready. He always was, even when his nerves tried to get the best of him.

She stayed by the door of his driver room for a moment longer, her arms crossed against the chill. Just as she started to turn to leave, someone from the McLaren team approached with a jacket in hand.

—Lando said to bring this to you,— they said, handing over a warm McLaren team jacket. —He noticed you were cold, and asked me to get it for you.—

Amelie smiled softly, slipping her arms into the jacket. It was warm, and she instantly felt the chill of the desert air ease away. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before heading back toward the garage. Tonight was big, and as much as she wanted to stay close to Lando, she knew he needed space to focus.

She spotted Adam again as she walked back, her heart still racing. He gave her a nod of appreciation, and she gave him a reassuring smile.

—He’s going to be okay,— she said softly, her voice confident now. —He’s got his head in the game. Just needed a little reminder of why he’s here. He’s ready.—

Adam sighed in relief, a grateful smile tugging at his lips. —I hope so. Thanks, Amelie. He’s lucky to have you.—

Amelie just smiled, her gaze flicking back toward the track, where the lights glimmered in the distance. She hoped he knew how proud she was of him, no matter what.

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ameliedayman: Vegas was freezing, but my outfit said desert chic 🥶✨

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landonorris: Desert chic or desert tease? 👀 Frostbite never looked this good, though. 🔥 → f1fanatic_: @landonorris LANDO 😭 not in the public comments. → ameliesnumber1_: @landonorris He’s fighting for the championship, but this man is SIMPING here instead. Iconic behavior.

minniemills: Vegas called; they want their main character back ✨ → ameliedayman: @minniemills You know I had to steal the show!

hayesgrier: This post is giving “I bet it all on black and won” energy

stelladayman: You had me worried in that outfit, but you survived. Power to you, sis 💅 → ameliedayman: @stelladayman Survival of the hottest 😏

fanaccountforever: When the drip is so good, you forget hypothermia exists 😭 → ameliesnumber1_: @fanaccountforever She said “freeze or slay,” and clearly chose slay.

ameliesbiggestfan: The jean jacket is literally doing nothing, but go off, queen 😌✨

jorgepatino_: Amelie, eso no es clima de crop tops, pero respeto el compromiso 🧊 → ameliedayman: @jorgepatino_ El frío no entra si lo ignoras.

hannahmeloche: Next-level I’m-too-hot-to-feel-the-cold vibes 😍

madisonbeer: Crop tops in Vegas winter? She’s fearless, I’ll give her that 👏

f1hater_: Girl thinks she’s the main event, but it’s the race that matters. Sit down 🙄 → ameliefansunite: @f1hater_ And yet, you’re here commenting? 😌

emiliamernes: ¿Frío? ¿Dónde? Solo veo puro fuego. 🔥🔥🔥 → michaelronda: @emiliamernes Confirmo. ✋

fanofamelie_: Girl, how are you not turning into an icicle? I wore a hoodie there, and I still froze. 😭

elysiadayman: You better not get sick after this. I warned you about Vegas weather. 🙄 → ameliedayman: @elysiadayman I’m fine, don’t start, Mom 🙃

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Hey I love you fics so much!❤️ I was wondering if I could request a fic of larissa Weems or lady lesso x masc lesbian reader. I’m masc and it would be great to read a smut fic about one of them 💀 that’s if you’re up for it! Literally doesn’t matter what it’s about. Hope you have a great one!

Hey hey hey anon!! Of course 🫰🏻Also, I’m going to combine this with a blog I was inspired by—@imprincipalweemspet ! Her Larissa Weems content is so on point and I highly recommend giving her a look 💕 I couldn’t resist not adding a song 😆 Hope you enjoy! 🥰

Playful Chemistry ~Larissa Weems xFemale Short!Masc!Lesbian!Reader

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, shapeshifting d!ck, missionary, doggystyle, teasing, taunting, begging kink, little bit of cockwarming, etc.

Enjoy (;

You sauntered through the corridors of Nevermore, making your way to Larissa’s office. You let out a sigh as you turned the corner to the last hallway, loosening your tie a bit at the same time. It had been a long day and you would prefer to be able to breath. You knocked on her door and entered once you heard Larissa’s light “Come in…”.

“Hey Sweetheart…” you purred, smiling to finally be done for the day and seeing your loving partner.

Larissa met your gaze and returned a smile, “Hey Baby…” she purred back in return.

Her lips quirked up in a light smirk.

“What…?” You chuckled, coming closer to the blonde and leaning against her desk with your hands clasped together.

“That’s my favorite suit on you…” Larissa purred with a sultry edge to her tone.

“I know…” you teased the blonde, “I feel a but coming on…”.

“But… It always ends up on the floor rather than on you…” she teased back, biting her lip and quirking her eyebrows suggestively.

This caused the both of you to chuckle at her dirty remarks. You liked that about her. Larissa could be professional and formal in one moment and then scandalous and naughty in the next… And before you could stop her, Larissa was running her fingers through and teasing your short and curly locks.

“Hey!” You exclaimed, swatting her hand away playfully, “Thanks a lot, I worked all morning to get my hair slicked back…!”

Larissa giggled at your reaction, “Apologies, Baby, you’re just too cute and irresistible…”

You feigned a look of shock and hurt, “I am not cute! Take that back right now, Larissa Weems…!!” 

This caused Larissa to erupt in even more laughter.

“You’re right, I’m sorry you’re so very handsome and irresistible…” she purred, her tone full of sincerity while still trying to regain control of her breathing.

Blush crept up you cheeks.

“Thanks, dear…” you whispered, struggling a bit to take the compliment.

“Anytime, Baby.” Larissa purred, “I just have some paperwork to finish, and then I’m set to go. You can grab a book to read while you wait if you want?” She caringly offered.

You nodded in agreement, going over to the bookshelf. You scanned the shelves and your eyes set on an Austen novel on the fifth shelf up. Larissa lightly observed your actions.You got on your tippy toes to try and reach the book. But you failed with huff.

Then from the other side of the room, you heard a stifled giggle. You head swiveled over to the blonde who was quick to cover her mouth, trying to hide her amusement.

“Something you’d like to add…?” You tauntingly joked.

At that, Larissa stood up from her chair and walked over to you, her frame towering over yours. She grabbed the Austen novel that you wanted with ease, handing it to you.

“You’re so short.” Larissa teased with a light giggle.

You scowled playfully at the blonde.

“Put some inches in me then.” You tauntingly purred back, quirking your eyebrows suggestively to the blonde.

Larissa’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened at your words, being caught completely off guard. You leaned against the bookshelf with smugness plastered all over your face.

And when you least expected it and without any warning whatsoever, Larissa simply lifted you over shoulder. You immediately began squirming in her hold, but you were no match for the strength of that woman.

“It would be my pleasure, honey.” She purred with a smirk plastered all across her face.

“What?!” you exclaimed.

Before you could say anything else, the blonde was already carrying you into her side quarters, attached to her office. She dropped you back onto the ground and immediately pinned you against the door.

“I would love to put some inches in you…” she husked into your ear and then proceeding to smash her lips into yours.

You eagerly met her lips, moaning into the kiss lustfully. You were quick to throw off your blazer, your tie and shirt were next to go, which Larissa ever so graciously helped you with. Breaking from the kiss, you found Larissa’s zipper to her dress and with a breathless nod from Larissa, dragged it all the way down. The dresses pooled at the blondes feat, as Larissa swiftly undid your belt and trousers. She wasn’t wearing any underwear… and fuck did it turn you on… You gulped, gawking at Larissa’s shifted member.

“Don’t get all soft on me now, baby…” Larissa husked in your ear, as she unclipped your bra and let your last article of clothing fall to the floor. Larissa made quick work of her own bra, before picking up and tossing you on the bed. You yelped in response but we’re quickly sated by Larissa crawling on top of you, crashing her lips into yours once more.

You groaned needily into the kiss, as Larissa slid her tongue into your mouth. You pulled away panting, “please love, fuck me… don’t be a tease…” you groaned.

“With pleasure, baby…” Larissa groaned, stroking her dick and shuddering, then moving to line herself up with your aching cunt.

You bucked your hips eagerly, grabbing a fist full of Larissa’s precious locks, your other hand stabilizing itself on Larissa’s shoulder.

“Holy—Fuck…!!” You groaned out, as Larissa thrusted into you, bottoming you out in one fell swoop.

“Oh God Baby…!!” Larissa let out a guttural moan, “Feel so good hugging my cock—!!”

At that, Larissa began pounding into you, which only increased your moans and groans. And Larissa was right there with you, crying out in pleasure.

“—Shit Larissa! Don’t stop…!!” You cried out, as Larissa hit that sweet and sensitive spot deep inside your cunt over and over again.

“Fuck, Darling… I won’t…!!” Larissa moaned, “Keep squeezing my cock like that and I’ll paint your pretty walls with my cum…!”

You groaned in response to the blondes moans, “Fuck yes please…!!”

Pretty soon, both you and Larissa were screaming in pleasure as you came undone in tandem. Your walls graciously milked Larissa’s dick of all its cum, as Larissa crashed her lips into yours, cutting off your cries.

You eventually pulled away from the kiss, panting heavily. Then without warning, you swiftly swapped positions with the blonde, collapsing and snuggling into her form underneath you.

“Baby…?” Larissa hazily chuckled.

“Want you to stay inside of me…” you mumbled, nuzzling your face in her breasts, “feels so good…”

Larissa groaned lightly and her cock twitched at the idea of you cockwarming her. You moaned in response to her hitting your sensitive walls.

“I love you so much…” Larissa whispered, her fingers delicately running through your hair.

“Love you more…” you mumbled, lazily attaching your tongue to the blondes perked bud, while still straddling her dick.

Larissa immediately arched her back into your touch.

“Baby, If you keep up this torture, I’ll spin you around and bitch fuck you…” Larissa groaned out.

You hummed in response, as you removed your mouth from her nipple with a pop!, looking up at the blonde.

“That desperate, are we…?” You teased.

At that, Larissa scowled playfully at you before swiftly removing you from her dick and spinning you around so that you were on all fours and she was right behind you. You whimpered in response. Then you felt Larissa’s hardened dick against your dripping pussy. You groaned out in desperate need.

“Beg for it, Baby…” Larissa husked tauntingly in your ear.

You chuckled in response, “Oh no, love…”

With that, you felt a sudden smack! to your ass. You yelped out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Larissa quickly brought her hand to soothe your lightly pink ass.

“Come on, baby…” Larissa needily purred, “You know you want it… please…”

You finally gave in, “Fuck, Sweetheart… fuck me please… fuck me so hard… God wanna be your little cumdumpster…!!” you groaned.

Needing nothing more, Larissa thrusted into you with a pleasurable groan. She then began fucking you from behind at a tortuously slow pace.

“God, Love…!! Faster, Deeper please!!” You groaned, your fists as white as the bedsheets you were clinging onto.

Larissa more than happily complied, thoroughly pounding into you. Strings of leud moans flowed freely from both your and Larissa’s lips. It wasn’t long before the pair of you were crying each others names and coming undone.

You both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. Larissa instinctually snuggled into your form.

“You know, I still have work to do…” She chuckled, after a few minutes of silence.

You scoffed lightly, “It’s no secret that you, Larissa Weems, would rather be doing me than doing work.” teasing the blonde.

Larissa scowled playfully at you.

“Shut up…” she grumbled, knowing full well that you were right.

You chuckled at her reaction, “Make me.”

With that, Larissa raised her head locked eyes with you. Suddenly she smirked and crashed her lips into yours. You groaned into the bruising kiss. And she didn’t stop kissing you, until you both had to pull away for breathings sake…

[bridgetoesoteria]

🔮Quickie Read: Pick an Oracle Card🔮

(This post has Piles 4-6)

Pile 4

Spread: Jack of Spades, 3 of Diamonds + Observer (Oracle)

Omg...are some of you pregnant? You could be pregnant and wondering how to break the news. Break the news usually has a slightly negative connotation. So maybe this is very inconvenient for some reason. Either way, the observer card is telling you to look to meditation or prayer (whatever your spiritual beliefs call for) for the guidance you seek.

"Cautious" and "clever" are repeated twice in the guidance book for this card. The next message I'm getting is that you may have to be more cunning than what you are used to or comfortable with. Right now, you have to look out for yourself. If you have to communicate something, choose your words carefully.

Card Description: The Observer watches the skies unlocking hidden messages. She is cautious, clever, and aware; understanding, cautious, clever, patience, endurance, connections.

TL;DR: Move very wisely right now. Seek "higher" guidance before you make a decision. Maybe you need to move according to the moon or astrological cycles. Choose your words carefully. Look out for your interests.

Pile 5

Spread: The Joker, Ace of Hearts + Medusa (Oracle)

Some of you could have Medusa tattoo, relate to Medusa, or be into Greek mythology. As soon as I flipped this pile over, I felt quite a spicy spicy feelinnn. What y'all got going on? lol. I was hearing "medusa the sedusa (seducer)" 💀💀

I'm sober so I know it ain't me...

If you aren't in that energy that is where you are headed. Your sexual energy could be, or will be, very strong. You may have a new romantic offer. I feel like this is with someone you have not been with. If there was an ex that put you in this medusa, man-eater type of energy, I don't think this is them. This feels positive.

If you are in this energy as self-protection, or you feel like a monster and that you put people off, that is not true. This card talks of shedding your skin, renewals/rebirths, and fears. You aren't tainted. If you are concerned about another person, they will be okay eventually. If this joker and ace of cups does not represent a new love situation, it could certainly mean new self-love.

TL;DR: It seems you are headed for healing. For some of you, you will have a new emotional connection with another person. You will be healing from past heartbreak. For others, you are shedding who you used to be and considering that maybe you aren't the problem (you're not). Both groups are lovable and deserve love from themselves and others 💞

Pile 6

Spread: Ace of Club, Jack of Clubs + Rose (Oracle)

Omg what is up with the last two piles lol. So much heat is coming through and its getting to me. Like I am ovulating right now so my ovaries literally cannot handle this. So uhh lets make this quick!

Honestly, this could be the energy many of you are in. You may hide it on the outside, but some of you are carrying a candle for another person. You probably are wanting to have some "one on one" time. I see that it is possible. You could have great chemistry in that way, even if everything else has gone to shit.

I think many of you know this person. The jack of clubs is somehow giving both knight and page, simultaneously 🤥🥴 If you cut them off I can see why. You have a lot of protection up. I think you are also very protected spiritually. If the right thing to do is stay away, then stay away. Keep yourself safe.

Another message I am getting is that some of you are so guarded and used to flying solo that you are blocking a potential partner. Again, you are protected and you can always ask for more. Maintain your boundaries, go at your pace, and consider giving someone a chance.

TL;DR: No matter what decision you make use protection. Idc what they tell you, how fired up you feel, or what your previous experiences may have been...always prioritize your health! You may have a hookup on the horizon. You could be debating if you should or you should not. If this person is cold or known for breaking hearts, it may be best to walk away. Others of you are being asked to consider letting your walls down just enough for you to let someone in. Know that you are protected and can always ask for more protection.

~ K

[cxhleel108]

S7 Thots for this week: Why is everyone here actually delusional asf???

(Apologies for posting this late guys I was very tired when I started writing this…I was also high asf so be mindful of that while you read lol.)

• Oh great now #Raphne is going through shit and everyone’s gonna have to dedicate their whole life to fixing it!

• Bryson laying it on THICC this morning I know dats rightttt😛😛😛

• No seriously why ze fook are we helping them with their issues? I need these people to go back to university or wherever and take a communication course cuz y’all are clearly lacking.

• Tanya so messy for asking that. Girl you know exactly who tf it is why you lowkey telling on yourself like that?😭😭😭

• #Raphne is 100% completely done y’all omg! (Bullshit)

• NO YOU WILL NOT!

• Willow is STILL talking as if anybody give af about what she got to say. Someone get this woman a hobby I’m begginggggg.

• I love having bathing suits worth mentioning now😍

• Ain’t no way they tryna force a argument between me and my partner over this Raf and Daphne mess…bitch.

• WE DONT HAVE TO AGREE ON EVERY SINGLE THING TO BE IN SYNC THATS NOT HOW COUPLES OR HUMANS WORK!

• Talk less sir.

• Why is there always some of the girls trading jealous looks when it comes to this challenge. The point is to literally kiss everyone and y’all still be getting salty, get over it??? Maybe I’m just crazy but I would literally not care.

• Once again Willow is putting on a show for her imaginary friends and nobody in the real world is gagging.

• Wow, now all of a sudden we don’t know how to kiss each other properly because we couldn’t help another couple stop arguing over fucking sheets😕

• How am I having more chemistry with Raf than my own man? God help us.

• Omg Evan came back for me y'all😍😍😍😍😍

• Paying gems magically brings back chemistry to our couple I guess.

• Girl you deserve a 10 backwards.

• That joke bullshit…BOO! CORNY! LAME! 🍅🍅🍅🍅🍅

• Bryson real lucky he’s cute or I wouldn’t allow him to be acting like a 12 year old about his feelings.

• #Raphne is back together woohoo! (They’re literally gonna break it off again as soon as Daphne founds out bout Raf’s crush)

• Don't force me to have a moment with her ew! That ho is NOT my friend.

• There’s quite literally no reason to speak to everyone about the recoupling. NO REASON!

• Outfit time!🤩

• Eat! Eat! Eat!

• Thought Bryson was finna ask us to be his girlfriend right then and there ugh I need him to hurry up.

• CAN YOU ALL LEAVE US THE ABSOLUTE FUCK ALONE LIKE GODDAMN????

• Vicky if you can see how close me and Bryson are then why would you…never mind why even ask at this point.

• Bonnie has been trying to get with Tanya since the beginning of time. Girl just give up PLEASE.

• Girl who tf is you-

• Why did we get dressed up just to go speak to 3 people???????????? Chile anyways it’s outfit time AGAIN✨

• EAT! EAT! EAT!

• LMAOOOO she's such a loser I almost feel bad...almost.

• Uma you know good and well you meant to record them boys fighting. Fuck outta here with that excuse💀

• Y'all will not let Jake REST oh my goodness.

• Oooo y’all the way Bryson is fighting for us…kinda feeling butterflies in my stomach and elsewhere🤭🤭🤭

• Everyone here is so delusional when it comes to Tanya holy fuck. Actually no, this happens every season. Why do some of these people think that just because THEY feel a good connection with MC that automatically means she wants them? Like baby that’s not how this works…

• Oh Bryson don't end half of the villa like that-

• Daphne don’t ask me if I think you and yo man gon make it niece you don’t want my answer to that lmao.

• 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥂🥂🥂🥂🥂

• Why y’all ain’t make us do a surprise dumping so we could get Willow out? WHY IS SHE STILL HERE SHE LITERALLY HAS NOTHING TO CONTRIBUTE NOW????

• Oh I can tell you how! First, we're gonna walk in there and start marveling at every single thing in the room, specifically the bed, even though we've already been in there. Then, bet y'all won't see this coming, we're gonna find a box filled with naughty things😱😱😱 After that, we get to work and all that can be registered is the feeling of our partner's soft lips and how their hands caress our body in every place possible and then after a while we both reach our climax at the same time. Then our partner says they love us blah blah blah, we get some text about what's happening tomorrow and it's prolly the baby challenge or something equally stupid and ridiculous, and then we cuddle up and go to bed.

• If everything I just said is in next week's hideaway scene, everyone who likes this post owes me $10. I'm just playing, we all know everything I said is definitely happening. Keep your money💖