#sophs asks!

[its-all-papaya]

about the kiss prompts. I'd love to read about landoscar for 5 *and* 6 - a kiss where it hurts and where it doesn't hurt. I think that would go amazing together. I was thinking about the emotional kind of hurt but please do whatever feels right :)

heyyyyy this is like. not the emotional kind of hurt. but i saw everybody writing kid fic landoscar on the feed and i had to join in or die, so have 1.5k of fluffy, sappy singledad!lando.

send me a ship and a number and i will write a kiss

5. where it hurts & 6. where it doesn't hurt | landoscar | 1.5k

Lando’s been in love with Oscar for months already the first time he hears “I love you.”

It’s the kind of late-summer hot that burns off in the early evening, leaving you shivering and wondering when it started. Lando’s in the kitchen at his sister’s place, elbow deep in dishwater, as him mum prattles on about the very expensive wedding of the daughter of a neighbor Lando doesn’t remember from his childhood home.

“Personalized, engraved wine glasses,” she’s saying as he hands off another plate he’s rescued from the murky bottom of the sink so she can dry it. The window in front of them is thrown open so they can keep an eye on the backyard, where the rest of the family is nursing the last of the drinks they’d opened with dinner. Tied off to the fence posts, Lando’s niece’s birthday balloons float gently with the breeze that carries the sounds of a half-dozen conversations in for them to gather pieces of. If he listens hard enough, Lando can pick out his favorite accent from among them, several ticks off from the rest of the crowd’s English. It’s warm in Lando’s chest, the way Oscar has settled so easily today. He hadn’t been worried, but it’s the first time Lando’s brought him around to a whole family event like this – all three of them, Lando, Oscar and Emma – and everything has gone so remarkably smoothly.

“Insane, isn’t it?” His mum asks, drawing Lando’s attention back to the kitchen.

“Extravagant,” Lando agrees to appease her. He’s only halfway through sponging off the next handful of silverware when his focus is snatched right back up by the familiar, gut-tug sound of his daughter crying.

“Shit,” he says then as he scans the backyard through the screen to seek her out among his various relatives. It figures that she’d be fine all day while Lando was around, and the minute he’d ducked in to help with the washing, she’d find her way to trouble. His mum’s already handed off her dish towel for Lando to dry his palms with and he’s half-turned towards the door, cutlery abandoned back to the suds, when he finally spots Emma. She’s just reached three feet (on the small side for three-years-and-a-few-months old, but that was always going to happen with the genes Lando’d given her), so it’s mainly her curly head he can see as she runs back from the swings towards the patio, where the adults are all gathered.

“Gonna-” Lando hooks a thumb over his shoulder for his mum’s benefit, eyes still trained on his girl. Emma hits the group and skips right past the lost look he’d been expecting when she realized he wasn’t there, though, skips right over missing Lando and straight ahead to-

“Oscar,” she whines, arms outstretched and voice high like it gets when she’s upset. Lando watches from the kitchen as his boyfriend kicks off the wall to kneel next to her. He’s got half a beer still in one hand, but the other goes to Emma’s back as she falls into his shoulder. Lando’s heart feels racing and stopped all at the same time as he watches Oscar murmur to her, too low for him to hear across the garden.

It's a minute before she’s coaxed back up out of his chest. Her face is still red and teary, nose twitching, but she offers her hands out when Oscar asks for them. Lando’s stopped moving completely, frozen with the dish towel wrapped between his fingers.

“Can I see?” he picks up from the distance. Oscar smooths his thumb into the middle of Emma’s hand until she flexes her fingers out for him, displaying palms full of grass bits.

“Fell,” she gets out between little hiccupping sobs. Oscar sets his drink aside so he can tug her closer without letting go of her hand.

“Well, that’s no good. Can I help?” he asks and it’s soft, it’s tender, it makes Lando himself want to cry for an entirely different reason.

She nods. Her head falls sideways, back onto Oscar’s shoulder, as he brushes the dirt and grass away. Then he purses his lip to blow the last of the dust off and smacks a kiss right in the center of her hand, playing it up loud enough to make Emma smile about it through the last of her tears.

“Oscar!” she says again, all giggles this time. Lando’s heard Oscar laugh about the way Lando pronounces his name, but it’s only when Emma says it, his own accent in miniature, that he sees what there is to grin about. She seems to be mostly cured of the panic, but in the next moment Oscar scoops her up anyway, settling her on his hip and checking that she’s chilled out as he returns to his conversation. Everything keeps moving around them.

“So,” Lando’s mum says. He jumps a little, having forgotten where he was.

“Um.” Lando says back. She’s smiling like a maniac at the side of his head. “I’m gonna-” he repeats, same thumb motion as a minute ago. He departs for real this time, though, depositing the towel back in her hands as he goes.

“Hey,” he breathes out when he’s reached Oscar’s corner of the patio. He’s not sure where to put his attention first, honestly, a little overwhelmed, so he curls a hand around Oscar’s hip with one hand and tucks Emma’s hair behind her ear with the other. “All sorted?”

“All sorted,” Oscar agrees. He tilts his head to meet Emma’s eyes, eyebrows raised like he’s waiting for her to sign off as well.

“All better,” she confirms. She doesn’t reach for Lando, though.

Oscar’s gaze is still focused on her when he says, “Just wanted a little cuddle before going back to play, right? Nothing serious.” He shifts Emma slightly in his arms and she turns her face into his shoulder for a second, like she’s embarrassed he’d tell on her that way.

“Good plan,” Lando says, tucking her hair back once again.

“Just like dad,” Oscar adds, and Lando definitely can’t find room inside of himself to be embarrassed – not with the way his chest is all cozy, like a dryer-warmed blanket.

“Oscar gives a good cuddle,” he agrees instead.

There’s a beat of silence: Lando looking at Oscar, Oscar looking at Emma, Emma looking back and forth between the two of them and the swing set, where her cousins are still playing.

“I’m ready,” she decides finally. She plants her palm on Oscar’s opposite shoulder and leans back in his arms so she can look him in the face instead.

“Great!” Oscar says.

“Emma,” Lando says, “say thanks to Osc, yeah? For fixing you up?”

“Thanks, Oscar!” she chirps, agreeable. Then she smacks a kiss against his cheek, a match to the one on her own palm, and says, “I love you!” as he sets her down, easy as anything.

Like she’s said it a thousand times. Like it’s not anything, like it’s just a fact of her life.

Lando watches her run off with a hand on his own cheek, half over his mouth. He knows he must look insane in one direction or the other, the way his eyes are watering and he’s smiling to hide how his heart is beating triple-time inside of his chest. But Oscar just slides an arm around his waist, drawing Lando in close to his side.

“Sorry if that was-”

“No,” Lando stops Oscar before he can even start. “That was, like…” precious, Lando thinks, more than I ever expected.

It's just... there were days after Emma’s mum was gone, when he was alone with his baby, that he’d stayed up at night and stared at her even after she’d finally gone down for him; days where he’d wondered whether either of them would ever get to say the words to anybody else. There were moments, nights, weeks on end where everything felt scary, and the thought of bringing a whole extra person into their lives was impossible to entertain, more work than it was worth no matter how badly Lando yearned for it. And there were times with Oscar, even, early on, where Lando had hesitated against his lips mid-snog on the couch and despite all the burgeoning something in his own heart, thought: selfish.

He’s never felt further from it all, though, watching Emma jump from the apex of her swing’s trip up towards the sky. She’s never been afraid for long. Comes by it honestly, Lando thinks as he buries a smile against Oscar’s shoulder.

“That was…?” Oscar prompts into Lando’s hair. He’d pressed a kiss there a moment ago and never moved.

“That was really important,” Lando settles on, still misty eyed.

Oscar’s palm does a quick pass up and down his spine before wrapping back around to squeeze Lando in half a hug, “Okay, though? I didn’t overstep or anything?”

“No,” Lando’s laughing then, still a bit wet, as he dislodges Oscar’s chin from the top of his head, “Can’t believe she loves you, holy shit.”

Oscar smiles down at him, “Just like her dad?”

“Just like her dad,” Lando confirms, then presses his own sweet smile right into Oscar's lips.

[sophbun]

cunty sonic 3: the last serve 🍽⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

[crashingstar69]

Crashiiiiing, the green and purple gay dads are arguing on twitter again! (Also, showing Brent your new underwear on main Sophist? I thought he would've done so in private, but not complaining here...👀)

“Forced” ? Buddy, nobody forced you to do anything, you just wanted to show Brent your new boxers.

Don’t worry Eevee, next time Brent is over, he is taking them off. /j

(He’s such a dork for buying these but that’s ok, Brent is also one)

[sophsun1]

the characterization of buck regarding his love for research in the last two episodes is fascinating. so he will research all day to find the identity of a dead cowboy who cursed him, but he will not even do a single online quiz about his sexuality during the first 6 months of his first relationship with a man. evan buckley truly is an astrology bitch that does not believe in queerness apparently lol

hey anon!

this has been me at buck's characterization this week

I mean not only did they expect us to believe Evan 'funfacts' Buckley wouldn't do an iota of research into his own sexuality for SIX MONTHS but he also forgot his own boyfriend was gay lmao. If I don't laugh I'll cry you know.

Because remember the story was always about Buck's sexuality and what it means for him outside of Tommy or anyone else as it should be. Yet we never actually see any of this or hear him say the word bisexual.

The writing just comes off as them needing the characters to say whatever they need them to, to move the plot along past characterization and canon be damned.

Case in point with Madney who fought for their love after being apart and working through it listening to Buck saying he wants to call Tommy. And instead of giving their opinion even if it is to move on, I don't believe Maddie wouldn't tell Buck to follow his heart and do what he wants to do instead of the cheesy the universe will decide nonsense.

The episode hasn't aired yet so maybe I'll eat my words and they'll give Buck some agency back but call me a pessimist I'm not holding out much hope.

[tndaqlwifwy]

yall. guess who i FUCKING SAW AT THE WARRIORS GAME

BRITTANY FUCKING HAMPTON

i talked to her for a bit so if you wanna know what I said lmk bc it is a tad embarrassing. Anywho merry Christmas to me!!

[sophsicle]

I may be the literal last person to get this but is the title of choices partially inspired by the “I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices” line

nah not really, it's more based on the first few lines which I wrote before I had a title, and those lines were kind of inspired by just the general fandom discourse around Regulus and whether or not he was redeemable (and therefore whether or not Jegulus was like, morally sound as a ship i guess)

this idea that the difference between whether we see someone as worthy of redemption can come down to whether we see their actions as choices or mistakes, and ultimately my belief that it's kind of a pointless debate, there's no real answer, what's a choice and what's a mistake is so subjective, and you see throughout the fic how James loses sight of what he used to think was very black and white (like if you go back to the first chapter where he confidently writes Regulus off as a bad person). ultimately you just decide whether you want to forgive someone or redeem them, it's not something inherently true about them

a mistake for one person (James) through someone else's eyes is a choice (i.e. Lily, Mary, Sirius)

[sopping-wet-cat-wizard]

... why did you have to mention the hanahaki trope, swizard? I have too many wips and aus and so little time, and it's one of my fave tropes >:(! I even have a friend that made a compilation of which flowers could make it more angsty and painful too lmao! Now I have the idea spinning around on my mind, thanks lol.

-🖋️

Guys I reminded pen about hanahaki I'm so sorry /j

There's so much untapped potential because there's just so many little AUs and tropes to be thrown around.

I could see either of them being infected, honestly, but imagine Brent struggling with duties and trying to figure out why he's coughing up flower petals every time he thinks of his best friend.

[diyasgarden]

heyyyy. so, i don't know if that's too late for an analysis, but i rewatched challengers yesterday and decided to join the discussion 🫧

okay, so; i kinda tried to analyze myself according to what character i liked the most at first, but then i went with the flow and this is what i got:

first and foremost— tashi. she caught my attention with how ambitious, structured but also broken she is. i even told my partner, "if i were in her place, i would've left those two after the injury and lived my life how i wanted it to". tashi's words didn't sting. i never thought she was "the" villain, if that makes sense; she's just another human being with her complexities and goals that were interrupted by certain individuals— rather by choice or out of desperation, i'm not sure.

the second time i rewatched it, i went to art (unsurprisingly). something something a blonde boy who's so loyal and is willing to move mountains for tashi's approval and that shimmering pride in her eyes... i don't know, i felt it, too. i also wanted tashi to see me at my best and hold me to fall asleep.

i think the character that i connected the most in the sense of how i would've felt in such a situation, would be patrick. i didn't think i'd relate to him so much (from what i gathered yesterday), but seeing him so hurt— understanding that each one of them is a sort of a homewrecker for each other— and also hiding it with a veneer of nonchalance and smugness,,, y'know, relatable lol.

so, yeah; tashi — art — patrick. in this order 🫀

I feel like the common thread here is this focus on the loss the character's experience. Drawn to the tragedy of each of them. Even the order backs this up. Moving from the character who we visibly see lose the most to the one who radiates a sense of loss to the one who has been trying to seem strong in the face of loss.

Being drawn to this aspect feels indicative of being able to understand loss itself, both in others but in yourself. Someone who is very self aware of how they're feeling, regardless if they're expressing it. It's a jumping point for nuance, understanding loss and how it prompts people to act. It's a heavy feeling you carry, but one that makes you a more empathetic and understanding person as a whole.

[soupyloopyx]

guys this is kind of weird but my friend ari doesn't have many friends irl and her birthday is coming up and i would be so grateful if some of you guys just replied to this post wishing her a happy birthday :) it would make her day and i would put it on this little website i'm making her (below)

i'm enlisting the help of our mutual friends, but i know it would mean so much to her to just see a lot of "happy birthday"s and it does only take a couple of seconds to type "happy birthday ari" into the replies section

thank you all so so so much <3

ignore our ss, they make sense in context 😭😭😭😭

[rosemariiaa]

can we pls see your catssss

yesss ofc!!

+ a gif of daisy being crazy

[its-all-papaya]

If you need one word landoscar prompts: remote

from october 21.... hope this anon is alive on tumblr somewhere still... anyway. have some landoscar future winter fluff

The cabin is way-the-fuck-out-there, and Lando's not much for rustic vacations, but he trusts Oscar knows him well enough that he's not properly worried about it.

"Pick me up," he demands when they reach the porch.

"What?" Oscar stops messing with the key and turns to look at Lando with the same confused expression he's been using for years.

"You have to carry me," Lando whacks him on the chest. It'd be a pat normally, but he can barely feel body through Oscar's thick winter coat. Needs a bit more oomph like this. "Over the threshold, proper, like."

He lifts an eyebrow at Oscar, squinting in the low dying light of the sunset. They're going to have to start early in the morning if they want to do any sightseeing in the following days, the way that evenings come so early in the winter. Not that it matters; Lando's got everything he particularly wants to see right in front of him.

"Why not you carrying me?" Oscar gets the lock at last and shoulders through the door. Behind him, Lando can see high peaked ceilings, manicured wood, furry throws draped over the back of a tastefully rustic sofa. His grin ticks up in approval, even though he wasn't worried.

"Because you were never even gonna ask," Lando puts his hands on his hips. It still feels a bit weird on his hand, a weight he's not used to catching on the bit of webbed skin between his fingers. He wonders how it might feel under racing gloves. He wonders if anybody wears theirs that way, during races, wonders why he'd never thought to pay attention before it was too late.

Oscar's breath fogs between them. He looks funny all bundled up. His cheeks are impossibly pinker than they were even the evening before, all flush with champagne and sappy shit like eternal fucking love.

"Alright," Oscar drops his backpack just through the door and turns back with his arms out like he's bracing for Lando to jump into them without warning, "c'mere, then."

Lando slides his arm around Oscar's shoulder and yelps when he's swept up and off his feet, even though he'd been expecting it. They're both giggling immediately, caught up in the absurdity and the leftover mood from yesterday too, probably, stuck like the gooey bits of congealed champagne tangled in the back of Lando's hair where Oscar had missed it in the hotel shower. Distracted by other things.

(They'd laughed about it first, how routine it felt to scrub champagne from behind each other's ears, how it could be like any number of nights, any number of hotels, if they didn't think too hard about it.

"McLaren 1-2?" Oscar had joked. When he'd lifted his arm to shove drippy curls back off Lando's forehead, his left hand had glinted in the bathroom lights just like the shine off a trophy after all.)

Oscar doesn't drop him until they're halfway through the living room, dragging bits of snow all along the clean wood floors. He'd used the side of Lando's hip to bump the door shut, at least, so Lando has no qualms about wrapping his arms around Oscar's shoulders to keep him close when Oscar deposits him on his back on the sofa.

"Lemme get your shoes off," Oscar mumbles against his mouth. He's turning his chin every which way to avoid Lando's lips, but he dips his tongue out every time they catch anyway. "Gonna get the fucking sofa wet."

"Bet we are," Lando licks into the shell of Oscar's ear before he finally lets him up.

Oscar's trying to look unimpressed, Lando can tell, shaking his head and everything, but his eyes are all crinkly and fond as he wiggles each of Lando's boots loose in turn.

While he's at it, Lando props himself up on his elbows so he can swivel his head around and take in the place for real. It's cozier from the inside. Looks like something out of an AI Instagram ad trying to scam people out of their money - there's even a proper fireplace across the way from where they're at.

"What d'you think?" Oscar asks from below. His shoulders are drawn up just a little, one of his only anxious tells. He's got the heel of one of Lando's feet still cradled in his palm and he's massaging little circles into the arch like he's forgotten he's even doing it.

Lando swallows. Oscar shuffles forward just enough that he's properly between Lando's legs where they're hooked over the arm of the couch, and Lando thinks, realistically, that they're never going to get the bags out of the car if Oscar keeps batting his eyelashes from that specific position.

"S'nice," Lando grins. He splays his arms out like he's about to make a snow angel in the fur underneath him, "Real remote."

Oscar nods quick, "You said to pick somewhere where we wouldn't have to worry, wouldn't have to..."

He waves his hand vaguely. It's the one with the ring on it.

Lando catches the fingers between his own and uses them as leverage to drag Oscar back in over him, close enough to put his lips back on Oscar's, "It's perfect."

"Good," Oscar lets Lando kiss him this time, long and indulgent and so deep that their lips aren't even really moving at the end. "You deserve perfect," he adds when they've pulled apart to breathe.

"We," Lando nudges his middle finger against Oscar's wedding band where it's still tucked against against the joint, "deserve things however we want this week. S'the point of, like..."

"A honeymoon," Oscar says, so used to smoothing over Lando's gaps at this point that he just assumes that's what it is.

"Yeah," Lando agrees.

After he's kissed Lando just enough to sate him for the time being, Oscar straightens back up with a sigh. He bats at the grabby hands Lando immediately makes, that same crinkly-fond-unimpressed look back on his face, "Someone's got to go get our things. Unless you're planning to get back up?"

Lando drops back against the pillows in answer, "I guess they don't have people for that here."

Oscar snorts, "There's no other people, mate. Not for, like, a kilometer."

Lando swallows hard, knows it makes his throat bob in a way that interests Oscar, and then lifts his chin up to smile wickedly across his body at him - his husband.

"S'pose that means we can fuck against the windows later?"

originally from here if anybody cares hehe haha

[sophs-doodles]

My girl 🫧🩵🫧

[crashingstar69]

theres already a vampire brent au... *stares at puppy boy nick*

(i think you know where im going with this-)

itd be funny if vampire brent (idk whos au that is so /nf) and werewolf nick lived in the same universe and HATED each other (stereotypical mythological beast trope) but were friends with their lovers respectively (brent and vern & nick and sophist lmao)

anyways take this as a little something from me before i burn out completely- /hj

I wonder why "Werewolfs and Vampires hate each other" is even a trope in the first place...

But, I adore this idea!

I don't know why but the idea of them getting a long with each others partners but not each other is so funny to me x3

I imagine Vern running to Brent whenever he needs complain about Nick, or Nick and Sophist having little outings anytime Sophist needs a break.

Plus, Nick and Brent teasing each other and questioning the other on how they managed to get such a good partner when they're "the most foul creature".

[sophsun1]

Hi Soph! I had an idea for a QAF set if you like it, inspired by a few posts I've seen cross my dash from fruitblr haha. Anyways, it's just Brian and his green apples he loves so much. So him throwing and catching and biting the apple in 1x02, cutting and eating the apple while Justin draws him in 2x05, and then there's something in S4 where he's rearranging the apples in the conf table bowl in S4. I know it's kinda silly but I also find it kind of hilarious for some reason lol. And obvs no pressure and if you hate this idea feel free to disregard. Anyways, I hope you're having a better day today!

hey grace!

listen, it's never a burden to have an excuse to gif my beloved brian kinney, so whatever the idea i'm happy to do it especially for a friend 💛

plus, i'm always wanting fresh angles seeing as i've giffed the majority of his scenes.

the only one i'll need narrowing down is the apples in the bowl ala conference room? i have a vague memory of it but the exact scene & episode isn't ringing any bells for me so help is needed if anyone knows!

god, i have soooooo many qaf ideas & edits in my drafts but my lack of confidence in my gif talents & time/life being a bitch is preventing me from doing them atm but... one day they'll see the light of day!

[sophbun]

sonic and shadow try to go on a fancy date like a normal couple but then realise that they dont have a relationship like that and go back to beating the shit out of each other then sharing a tender hug under the stars

[sophsicle]

People like u are the reason the marauders fandom is ruined

thank you for recognizing all my hard work

it's tough destroying a fandom

and not enough people appreciate that <3