#oscar my love

[folkloresthings]

adore + oscar piastri ?? if u have time <3

[ adore ] for a kiss on the stomach/thighs with oscar piastri.

four months — four months spent apart from your boyfriend were absolute hell. there was only so much comfort one could get from late night facetimes and rushed phone calls between his practices. but you were going into your last year of university, and you couldn’t afford jetting off to a different country every weekend to see your boyfriend race.

oscar understood, of course, he was your biggest supporter. but it was still difficult, the distance. so, the second the summer break ensued, oscar was hopping on a flight straight to you. and he hadn’t left your side since.

he’d taken you to brunch, dinner, drinks, the cinema, wherever he could think of. intent on spoiling you, or at least on finding excuses to do everything together. hell, he wouldn’t even let you shower alone. you couldn’t complain, you’d missed his affection desperately.

but you were still a student, and you had a dissertation to prepare for. oscar wasn’t too happy when you told him you’d have to focus, just for a few hours, on your laptop instead of him. you’d compromised a little, settling yourself on the bed rather than your desk, letting oscar snuggle up next to you as you typed.

“you nearly finished?” the australian boy mumbled into your arm, puppy dog eyes batting up at you.

you raised your brows. “babe, i’ve only been working for twenty minutes.”

oscar groaned, making you laugh quietly. quiet falls again, besides the soft clack of your typing. soon after, you feel the boy begin to shift. you think nothing of it, only his boredom, until his warm lips burn into your skin.

thanks to your cosy attire, a pair of shorts and oscar’s old shirt, your legs were at easy access for it. his lips trailed downward, kissing at every part of your soft thigh that he could find. you shivered, glaring down at him; a silent warning. but he only blinked up at you, feigning perfect innocence.

“oscar—” you whispered, voice stern. but he kept going, no matter how you urged him from distracting you. you tried to carry on, but his soft nips and kisses to your skin blurred the words on the screen in front of you.

he reaches up, slowly pushing your screen closed. and how could you deny those eyes of his? laptop discarded, you smile down at your boy fondly, letting his push the hem of your shirt up. he kisses even more at the revealed skin: warm, open—mouthed kisses. nothing scandalous, just pure shows of adoration.

“i missed you, darling. can you blame me?” he mumbles against your skin, lips reluctant to part from your skin.

“yeah, yeah. get up here and kiss me properly, lover boy.”

[whatthefishh]

He looks so husband 🥺🩷

Everytime I think that I couldn't possibly love him even more... 🥺

[pucksandpower]

There’s no way 😭

[souvenir116]

So, someone tweeted this on f1twt:

And quotes made me lose it:

🥺🥺

[moonfulmoony]

this works a little too well….

you know it's making sense....

[potato-lord-but-not]

more no sweeter innocence propaganda btw because they make me ILL @lighthouseshepard IM KNOCKING AT YOUR DOOR

[mnkngt]

I HAVE TICKETS FOR ATSV

[mikonez]

incriminating lack of oscar content around here

[jq37]

I am feeling a way about Aelwyn continually inviting Adane to hang out at her apartment even though it's a disaster area with her ten ornery cats and scattered microwave dinner trays. I know a part of that is Brennan just wanting a reason to show the audience the very funny contrast from, "I came here to fuck!" to "Nooo Hector :(" But there's also something to her being like, "I want you here with me even though it will entirely ruin any possible remaining mystique around my cool girl persona"--something she absolutely still cares about in a general sense as she tells Adaine not to tell Fabian anyone else about what her apartment is like. It's one thing to be nice, but it's another to be vulnerable, especially when you've been raised in such a way that every weakness was used as a future attack--so much so that her entire brand of magic is protecting herself and not being vulnerable.

[mctwinkdom]

Oscar Piastri stubbornly ignoring his mother on social media while knowing she's an internet sensation is the funniest part of it tbh

[imeriayapping]

Every time i bring loscar picture to twt i think i should also bring them here, so i present

[tinseltownie]

I died btw

[hatekawa]

HELLO I LOVE HOLLY HAVE SOME MARBLE SKY FANART.

AND DOODLES THAT I MADE YESTERDAY

OK BYE Marble Sky by @somerandomdudelmao

[aaron04jpg]

McLaren leading the Oscar win

world championship

[paponela]

i like to think that after their little traumatic adventure in volume 8 they hang out together all the time and at some point yang begins to call them team WHALE

[meifaism]

Do you also ever get ther urge to just-