#stella appreciation post

[fangirlmodeactivated]

Fashionable fits by Stella Bak on The Morning Show (S2) played by Greta Lee

[hawaiiparty2]

heyyyy guys thanks for the 107 followers love you all

NO. but for real.

I'm always acting all this shitposty most of the time but I think i should be serious for once

just once

This, makes me happy in a way you (the one reading this) may or may not understand

Some months ago, i decided to create a TUMBLR blog with my current obsession/hyperfixation at the time: HPII

At first the posts got like 5, 10 notes

and then it slowly became more ''popular'', for some reason people liked the white ball and labyrinth shitpost

Thanks to THIS PIECE OF SHIT OF A BLOG i met the most wonderful people in this planet earth

(honorific mentions to: @edgingattheedgeofauniverse @arcadeghostz @cherrybon30 @mezzyb0nb0n THE BRIT OF @sincerecinnamon, the other brit of @arcadeghostz, the wholesome of @finleyforevermore and finally Jekyll: @hawaiipt2comic)

also if someone knows critter or socks can you tag them here

like

im trying to find the username but i cant

Anyway, my point is that Y'all, incluiding rest of my followers (not only the ones tagged) made a 11 by the time and 12 very soon year old really happy :D

Thanks everyone!

[sailingfireshipz]

I'm just stopping by to say i love & adore Miranda Rae Mayo & the beautifully flawed character that she has brought us in Stella freaking Kidd. 😍

Just watched an old interview & her spirit is just so pure & authentic & i hope to meet her one day to experience it in person. ❤️ 😊

[i-have-no-soul]

Intro Post!

Hello! My name is Stella Esther Soul, and this is my tumblr blog! I’m making a new intro post cause the last one is like four years old and outdated as hell.

I go by she/they pronouns, I am transgender, biromantic, and asexual, and I am currently still a minor.

My interests include Dimension 20 (especially Fantasy High), Epic: The Musical, The Odyssey in general, and Undertale / Deltarune. I have other interests, but these are the main ones. This blog is otherwise pretty much general purpose. I reblog and post whatever I want when I want it.

Speaking of other interests. hey guys did you know that hit 2017 live service game fortnite has a storyline. No? well you would if you followed my hit fortnite sideblog @catgirl-valeria. Look I don’t have a justification for being a unironically obsessed with fortnite and I don’t need to, cringe is dead and I killed it. Join the elite club of my sideblog’s four followers, one of whom is myself.

I am currently dating the lovely achilles @ella-ashmore nearsighted. in case you needed a recommendation of the literal best blog to follow. on that note actually also follow @gooseberry-darling, @callieharm, @feycreature, @whyamiherewhosummonedme, @rikuphobic, @hauntedbagelpizzacroissant, @rats-with-wings, and. many of my other very close friends whose blog names i do not remember in order to have the literal best dash possible.

I have no hard and fast DNI, just… Be normal. Don’t be a dick. Don’t drag me into weird bad discourse. I think those are pretty solid ground rules.

Other than that, welcome!!!

[aidan-n]

Uh happy aniversary for HAWAII: PART ii

Here's some of my older art and Stella Octangula desigb i guess..?

Tag before i dissapear for another year

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[lasudio]

Parsimonious Appreciation Post #01

Stella Roth models Honey Berry Coat by Salix Tree

Sandy Beech models Hey and Away We Go by Salix Tree

[laf-outloud]

Just finished watching Walker and I loved it! I especially loved the quiet interludes between different characters: Cordell and Maybelline, Stella and Ben, Cordell and August (crying!), and of course, my favorite heads of the family, Bonham and Abby!

For once, Stella's storyline isn't annoying to me. I think her feelings are very realistic (and thank you, Ben, for explaining to her that they were normal). I'm interested to see where they go from here, and especially to find out why Witt was at Geri's in the first place.

Can I also talk about that scene between Cordell and Augie? I knew August was growing up (and up, and up... lol), but to see current-day Augie juxtaposed with that heart-breaking flashback... dang, that boy was a baby when he started! I can completely understand Cordell's reluctance to let him make such a monumental decision that will eventually take him away from home.

Loved seeing Jeff's real-life wife play Trey's date, and I'm glad Cassie has decided to stick around as a ranger!

(Shout out for the Detective Luna mention... so... when are we going to see him on screen???)

Anyway, it was a great episode and I'm excited to see what happens next!

[ur-fairy-of-mimicry]

Main Account: @urmultideadfandomperson

Dump Account (The Young Elites): @ur-tamouran-wanderer

Greetings, earthling. It is my pleasure to have your presence in my blog.

...pfft, haha! Okay, enough of that. Anyway, welcome! I am V, your beloved creator. This is my blog that features content of the 2000's magical girl show, Winx Club!

Come, let me show you around here!

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Fandom(s): Winx Club

Have I finished the series?: YES / NO

Ask and Request Box: OPEN / CLOSED

Character(s) I allow (for now; will be updated in the future):

Bloom

Stella

Flora

Musa

Tecna

Sky

Brandon

Riven

Timmy

Helia

Icy

Darcy

Stormy

What do I do?: DRAW / WRITE / SHITPOST

Things that I Do:

Short Stories

Headcanons

Drabbles

Random Rants

Arts (Commissions are Disallowed!)

Genres I Allow:

Fluff

Angst

Cracks

Hurt/Comfort

Platonic Relationships

Polyamorous Relationships

Alternate Universes (AUs)

NSFW (only headcanons and imagines)

Genres I Disallow:

OC X Canon

Canon X Canon

Toxic Relationships

Rape/Non-con

Omegaverse

Controversial Topics

Fetishism

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Rules:

The default (Y/N) in this blog is gender-neutral, using they/them pronouns. If you want a specific gender and pronouns, then do not hesitate to tell me.

As an amateur writer, there will be times where the character is OOC (out of character) or the story is straight-up awful. Please consider this, as I am only inexperienced.

There will be moments when your request would take long to be published. If this happens, it simply means I am busy with academics or lacking motivation. Please consider this kindly.

There will be moments where I would have to decline your request. This is either because I cannot write something like this or you did not read what I DO and DO NOT allow. If you keep insisting on making me write that certain story, I will not hesitate to block you.

Since English is not my main language, there are times where my stories would contain incorrect grammars. If you happen to see these errors, please point it out for me to fix it.

I accept requests of fanarts. If you want me to draw something—either a character, your character, and many more—then I am more than willing to do it. Like said above, commissions are disallowed!

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Thank you for reading, earthling! Once again, it is my pleasure to have you here. I shall see you around! Farewell!

[stella-so-sly93]

In defense of Chloé Bourgeois

Just finished season 5 of Miraculous and it just reminded me why I absolutely love this series. The last few episodes got me feeling so bad for Chloe.

Chloe was obviously never the nicest person in Miraculous but I still say she is a good person at heart and definitely not nearly as manipulative and horrible as Lila (cannot stand Lila AT ALL but I suppose that's the point). After "overthrowing" her father as mayor and failing at it, she is being berated by her mother on the plane back to New York (that's where I assume they're going) and rushes away from her in anger.

At first, she goes to try to call Sabrina (who, because of Lila, she is no longer good terms with)

Sabrina was always the closest Chloe had to having someone in her life who geniuely cared about her. Her mother is clearly selfish and cares more about herself than being the supportive mother Chloe deserves. Her dad at least seems a lot more caring though and him finally putting his foot down in not letting Chloe get her way all the time is really the first step in helping Chloe. It breaks my heart that Chloe wanted to reach out to Sabrina and the fact that she considered this at all, shows that despite her stubbornness, Chloe still wants to change.

She instead calls Marinette trying to win one over on her telling her that Adrien left for London, something that Marinette had already found out from Adrien himself and already upset by it, Marinette puts her in her place. Even though I understand Marinette's disdain, I still can't help but feel she was a little too harsh with Chloe. Chloe just breaking down and crying instead of getting all "whatever" and mad after Marinette hangs up on her just shows that Chloe knows she really messed up this time and I believe this could be what she needed to finally change herself for the better.

I know that the friendship Chloe has with Sabrina is important to her, why else would she try to reach out to her but feel like she doesn't deserve Sabrina's friendship after all that she's done?

[january-summers]

Campfire Kiss

Fandom: Winx Club Pairings: Stella/Bloom Rating: gen? teen? Tags: all the Winx girls show up, Farm/Ranch AU, Musician AU, technically a Youtuber AU but that wasn't really specified in the text. Meet Cute|Meet Ugly, romance, kind of slice of life, pig (named after my fav tepig), unbeta'd, rabies mentioned, AUroulette2023 Word count: 2,300 (ish)

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Bloom is shifting hay bales in the barn's loft when she hears the scream. It's sharp and high and full of terror, Bloom doesn't even register how unfamiliar it is until she's already down the ladder and out the barn door.

She slows as she takes in the sight of three young women, all strangers to her, then speeds up when she spots Pork-chop, their largest, most adventurous pig on top of a fourth young woman, the screaming one.

“Pork-chop!” Bloom yells at him as she races over, but the large beast barely gives her his attention. His mouth is full of foamy drool, his jaw moving as he chews on something that might be attached to the screaming woman. “Pork-chop, drop it!”

Bloom's command is punctuated by a smack to Pork-chop's side, but all he does is shuffle in place.

With an annoyed sigh, Bloom moves around to his head and bypasses him completely, reaching down to put her arms under the other woman's armpits and pull her up. There's a tearing sound as whatever Pork-chop was chewing rips free of the woman's clothes.

The woman, blonde hair tousled and drool damp, looks at Bloom with terrified eyes.

“Do I have rabies now?” she asks, and Bloom tries not to laugh.

“What?”

“It was frothing at the mouth!” The blonde exclaims. “That's a sign of rabies! ...Right?”

Bloom can't help it, she laughs, even as she catches sight of just how badly the blonde's fancy dress has been torn. Bloom pulls the plaid shirt from around her own waist, tied there when the labour of moving hay had made her too warm, and wraps it around the blonde.

“Pigs just have frothy spit sometimes, I promise he's not rabid.” Bloom looks the other three over and asks, “what are you all doing here anyway, this is private property.”

“We have permission from the owner,” comes the reply, mildly defensive. “Daphne said it would be okay for us to film a music video on her farm.”

Bloom frowns, trying to remember if her sister has mentioned anything like that, but she's distracted when the blonde whines, holding up her spit-riddled hair.

“We only just arrived,” another of the young women explains, “and we were trying to head up to the house, but the, uh...” she gestures to the fences and then to Pork-chop, and Bloom understands immediately.

The way from the front gate to the buildings is more convoluted than it looks, a byproduct of moving the driveway and some but not all of the fences in their renovations over the last few years. They'd obviously taken the wrong entrance and ended up closer to the barns where Pork-chop's latest escape attempt had brought him into contact with them.

Bloom nods, “Yeah, the entry is a bit muddled, we're still renovating it. Anyway, I'm Bloom, I'm Daphne's sister, I don't know anything about your music video, but I can take you up to the house to find Daphne.” Bloom pauses and gives the blonde a obvious once over. “And a shower.”

“Oh my gosh, yes, thank you!” The blonde says, looking ready to cry. “I'm Stella by the way. And this is Aisha, Musa, and Tecna.”

“Hey,” Bloom greets the newly introduced women, then jerks her head towards the house, “come on.” The women begin to follow her as she escorts Stella, one arm wrapped around the blonde, and Bloom glares back at Pork-chop, the pig still chewing on whatever he'd torn from Stella's dress. “Don't think this is over Pork-chop,” Bloom warns him before they get too far away.

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Bloom leaves Stella and her friends in Daphne and Flora's care at the house and ducks out to get back to her chores only to find Pork-chop still chewing outside the barn. In the end she has to get Roxy's help to finally get Pork-chop to release the piece of Stella's dress. The young farmhand and part time veterinary student has a way with animals, and once she's on the scene it doesn't take long for Pork-chop to give up his ill gotten gains, a bow with a large, round edged disk she assumes is made of resin and star shaped glitter. Against the dark fabric of the bow, the glitter swirls look like a galaxy.

No wonder Pork-chop went after it, Bloom thinks. She swears the pig is part magpie.

Roxy and Bloom share a look of mixed amused-disgust. The bow and disk are sopping, slimy and frothy with pig spit. Neither of them wants to touch it, even a lifetime on the farm doesn't stop it from being gross.

“I have to go find out how Pork-chop escaped this time,” Bloom makes her excuses quickly, “could you do something about that?” She's already running away by the time Roxy picks it up daintily with two fingers and a faint squelch before she mocks throwing it after Bloom.

Roxy sighs and looks at Pork-chop, who snuffles about, already ready for more mischief.

“You are going to make so many bacon sandwiches someday,” Roxy tells him threateningly. Pork-chop ignores her warning.

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It is hours later when Bloom next sees any of the visitors. She is sitting partway in the fence of Pork-chop's pigpen as she repairs it, one leg slung over the lower horizontal board so she could more easily hold the upper board in place while her hands are busy. The rattle-purr of the ratchet as she tightens the nuts covers the sounds of footsteps. The ratchet stops, the nut refusing to tighten any more and Bloom leans her weight into pressing the ratchet gently, just enough to judge if it's actually tight, only almost tight, or about to strip the thread of the bolt tight.

She judges it good and pulls the ratchet and the wrench she was using for counterweight free, turns to drop them back into her tool bag and is stopped by the sight of a familiar faded custard yellow flannel shirt very close to her face.

“Hi again!” Stella greets her cheerfully, no sign of her earlier distress. Bloom does her best not to let her eyes dip down to the shirt, one of Bloom's old shirts, that Stella has rolled up to tie under her bust so her entire stomach is showing. There's only two buttons done up and Bloom can see slivers of the bright orange cups of Stella's bra peaking out.

“Hey,” Bloom says back warmly, hoping it's not obvious in her voice how long it's been since she talked to a non-coworker pretty girl. “All cleaned up?” Bloom asks like its not obvious, and gives herself a little wiggle-twist to get out of the fence.

“Yeah,” Stella says, “but I might never forget the horror of the monster attack.” She gives an exaggerated shudder, but follows it up with a coy smile.

“Well, if there's anything I can do to help you in this trying time, just let me know?” Blooms says, mentally fist pumping when Stella twirls one of her pigtails and says “I'll be sure to do that.”

Bloom is 92% certain she and Stella are flirting. She's 87% certain she's flirting successfully.

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Bloom feels a little ridiculous if she's being honest. She'd expected something... else when she'd offered to help Stella. Maybe lift some heavy things, show of her strength from working on the farm, or even her epic curve balls from her time on the local women's baseball team.

Even just showing Stella and her friends around the farm had made it higher on the list of potential things than this, mostly because this hadn't made it on to the list at all. Bloom had showered for this and put on her nicest flannel like she was going to the fancy pub in town, the one that was so fancy they called it a restaurant and not a pub.

Bloom and Stella walk through the small apple section of the farm's orchards, Stella casually twirling some flowers Flora had cut for them. They stop under one of the trees and Stella looks up to the ripe fruit. Bloom tries not to let her thoughts get in the way as she lifts Stella up so the blonde can pluck a single apple.

She doesn't drop Stella, Bloom releases just enough of her grip for Stella to slide down her body, letting her land gently. Stella twist in Bloom's arms just enough to offer the apple to Bloom with a cheek, flirty smile.

“Aaand cut!” Aisha calls out, startling Bloom as it does every time. She looks over to Stella's friends, Aisha and Tecna looking closely at the monitor of the film equipment they had set up. Musa gives Stella and Bloom two thumbs up and a happy grin. Aisha nods and also looks over at them. “That one was perfect, we'll wrap it up here and move on to the next shot.”

Stella and her friends were on Bloom and Daphne's farm to film a music video for Musa's latest song, Bloom had known that, they'd told her that when she'd first met them. At most Bloom had expected to maybe help them move their equipment and find spots on the farm to film, she hadn't expected to be in the music video.

A loud crispy-crunch pulls Bloom from her thoughts.

“Mmmm, this is so good,” Stella says and takes another bite of the apple before offering it to Bloom. Bloom takes a bite of her own and tries to focus on how nice the taste is and not whether or not this counts as an indirect kiss.

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Flora joins them in the field of wild flowers, and helps them make flower crowns, and Bloom continues to hope she doesn't look as silly as she feels when she stands alone amongst the flowers and smiles at the camera.

It's easier to watch Musa sing her song at almost every site they stop at. It's a catchy love song that Bloom finds herself humming repeatedly.

It takes three days to get through the bulk of the filming, because they have to find each place on the farm, some of which they have to ride to, and they have to do multiple takes, and Bloom does still need to do her actual work.

On the afternoon of the final filming, all of the girls - including Flora and Daphne, and their other farmhands Roxy, Mirta and Lucy, and Flora's sister Miele, who only helps on the weekends – ride horses up the farm's forested hill lands, to the farm's campsite for a bonfire.

The cameras are set up around them, but there are no specific scenes for them to shoot, they've been told to act natural and forget the camera's are there. That there will either be good footage or there won't be.

“But if you could sit with Stella, that would help,” Aisha says to Bloom as the sun is setting.

“Sure, not exactly a hardship,” Bloom replies jokingly. Aisha's eyebrows raise in interest.

“Oh?” She asks, “so Stella's eighty-seven step plan to hijack the filming as a means of seduction is working?”

Bloom still, the worry that has slowly been growing in her chest - that Stella was just a naturally flirty person, that Bloom had misread, that Stella had only flirted to get Bloom to help with the filming – cracks and breaks and dissolves like ashes in the wind.

“Did it really have eighty-seven steps?” Bloom asks. Aisha hold her hand up to make a 'kind of' gesture and Bloom grins, leaning in to whisper, “that's kind of overkill. She had me at 'do I have rabies.'”

Aisha burst out laughing, drawing the attention of the others, but she waves them off, pats Bloom on the shoulder and gives her a friendly shove towards Stella who grins brightly when Bloom sits down next to her.

The whole group chatters, timidly and unsure at first, but by the time the sun has set they're all feeling comfortable with each other, laughing as marshmallows fall off skewers or set alight before they can be squished between crackers and chocolate.

Bloom and Stella join in the fun, but most of their time is just spent getting to know one another.

When Musa pulls out a guitar to sing her song, Bloom sings along. By the third rendition all of them are singing, to various degrees of success.

“Dance with me?” Bloom asks Stella, and Stella agrees. They aren't the only ones who dance, even after Musa puts away her guitar and Daphne brings out an old radio to play other music.

Tecna takes the sight of the radio as a chance to talk to Daphne about the farm's technology, suggesting some things to help streamline some of the issues Daphne and Bloom have been worrying over for the past few months.

But Bloom's to busy kissing a chaste kiss against Stella's marshmallow sticky mouth to pay much attention.

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When Stella and her friends leave after lunch the next day, Stella leaves with all of Bloom's contact information and social media details saved in her phone.

She's back two weeks later, ostensibly to show them all the music video, like it wasn't 5 days into trending online. She stays for the weekend, and when she leaves, Daphne joins Bloom on the porch, leaning against the sturdy railing their father had built twenty years before.

“She's nice,” Daphne says to her sister. “I like how much she makes you smile.”

Bloom smiles, “me too.” They lapse into silence, and just as Bloom thinks Daphne has finished saying all she has to say on the matter:

“But when you marry that girl and bring her home for keeps, stop letting her help out in the yards, our vegetable garden cannot withstand her weeding.”

Bloom snorts, then swats at Daphne playfully for the entirely accurate insult. Daphne swats back before dodging back inside to leave Bloom to moon after her new girlfriend.

[supernovaa-remnant]

hi never be sorry for rambling in the tags about an au i love your cowboy ideas. i'm picturing the customer pov of someone who's buying peanuts or something in the gas station shop and wilbur is ringing them up at the register when dream walks through the door and wilbur, in the middle of telling the customer what their total is, picks up the bag of peanuts and chucks them across the shop hitting dream directly on the head and knocking his hat off, dream yells and flips him off and wilbur completely deadpan turns back to the register like "sorry about that" and pulls out a new bag of peanuts for the wide-eyed customer who's trying to process what the hell just happened

askslhdsjkhdsjdhs the customer turns to dream trying to find some semblance of a normal reaction but dream is just munching on the peanuts and muttering curses beneath is breath but seems otherwise unfazed.

wilbur asks if the customer will be paying in diamonds or emeralds, and the customer just very quietly manages to say "don't you mean cash or credit?" and wilbur sighs and looks at the customer as if they've somehow disappointed wil's entire bloodline.

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 2

In which something a little more serious and a lot more meaningful than either of you anticipated starts to blossom between you and your curly haired crush.

Warnings: nothing, this is so tooth achingly fluffy, you may need a trip to the dentist afterwards. Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

Master List

(quick note in case anyone is paying super close attention. i switched the job reader has at McLaren to fit this bit of plot in. I think switched all mentions over in part one, but just in case you notice the different job title, that was on purpose :) )

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110 likes liked by landonorris, BFFSarah, coworkerMolly, and others yourusername scenes from the longest winter break ever landonorris is Stella baking me more cookies??? >>>yourusername she gave all gingerbread men mullets 'just like lando', what do you think? >>>landonorris thats my girl!! coworkerMolly that skirt on you is INSANE btw >>>yourusername ;)

The holidays slip away in a blur of presents and hot cocoa dates with Stella so fast that before you know it, school is beginning again and you're forced back into the office on a regular basis. With the way the holidays fell this year, you ended up taking nearly two weeks of annual leave between Christmas and New Years and while you appreciated the time off to reset and battle burnout your job inevitably brought on, by the time you dropped Stella off at school that first morning, you were near ecstatic with relief.

You didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even barely to yourself, but you also had missed Lando. He'd spent Christmas at his parents for a few days before jetting off to somewhere gorgeous and warm with his friends and while he texted you near constantly, you often found yourself wondering what he was doing. You hated how much you looked forward to the chime on your phone alerting you to a new text but even more, you hated how much your heart stuttered in your chest every time you saw it was his name that was lighting up your phone.

You had told Sarah about running into Lando at Harrods that Saturday and then made the mistake of telling her that he had bought the booster seat (downright refusing to allow you to even split the cost it with him) and driven you home. She had grinned like a cat with warm milk, saying she knew something was going on but was wildly excited when you told her about the drive home.

Like you had predicted, Stella had been fast asleep by the time Lando had merged onto the freeway. She had stayed sound asleep even after you had reached your house, Lando allowing his Range Rover to idle for nearly twenty minutes in your driveway as you chatted. The conversation was quiet, neither of you wanting to wake a sleeping Stella but it flowed as easily as champagne on New Years Eve.

As you sat in the passengers seat of the SUV you couldn't help the way your mind wandered into the 'what ifs' of what was happening here. What if everything hadn't been ruined the moment Lando found out that Stella was yours? What if that, despite everything being against you, this was the time it all worked out. They were dangerous thoughts, especially for a single mom who couldn't allow her heart to be compromised. There was another heart that had to be taken into consideration: Stella's fragile six year old heart. So when Lando had started allowing his gaze to wander down to your lips and leaning almost imperceptably closer towards you with each passing moment, you had ignored his advances. You didn't want to, but you were scared. The what if's scared you but the what ifs not working out scared you even more.

You had slipped out of the car before anything could happen, thankful for the fact that Stella began to finally stir after nearly 30 minutes of you and Lando talking.

After that night, the texting had started and while Lando hadn't visted the MTC since, he had made a point to check in with you a few times each day. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, reminding himself of how you had ever so subtly rejected his advances the night he had taken you and Stella home.

As he had been analyzing the evening the next day with Max, his best friend had all but warned him off of you. 'Being with a single mom is a challenge that I don't think you're up for, mate.' Had been his warning, a warning that Lando had so far, chosen to ignore. He knew it was kind of a crazy thing to consider, especially with the lifestyle that he had become accustomed to over the last few years, but there was something magnetic about you. The way you sacrificed everything in order to make sure Stella was taken care of. The way you took on everything solo despite having a solid support system, because you didn't want to be a burden to anyone. The way you still managed to find magic in a life that had to be full of heartache and difficulties.

You were a magnetic force to be reckoned with and the fact that you had opened up to Lando that night in the car while Stella slept soundly in his back seat was something that he cherished.

It was also why he found himself nervously pacing outside of Sarah's office one January morning after he had returned from his vacation in Finland. The new season was fast approaching and it was time to get down to business and spend more time in the sim and at the MTC, making sure he was ready to give everything for the 2025 season. But he also had other reasons to be at the MTC even more: you.

Sarah is in her office that chilly January morning when she hears shuffling outside her door. It's propped open so all it takes is a quick peek outside. "Lando?" She calls, spying the driver hovering outside her door, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he paced the empty corridor.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry." Lando pushes his curls off his face, stepping into the brightly lit office. "Am I interrupting? I can totally come back..."

Sarah nearly laughs at the anxious energy radiating off of Lando but manages to quell it, not wanting to spook him. "No, it's fine. What can I do for you?"

"I...well..." Lando cards his hand hand through his hair once again, searching for the right words. He hadn't gotten the best reception from Max when he opened up about his feelings for you, so he was really nervous about what your best friend was going to say. He didn't want to get told off by her too. "I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

Sarah smirks. "Does this favor have to do with our favorite single mom who works down the hall?"

Lando goes crimson at the question but a bit of him feels relieved at the smile that plays on Sarah's face. "Uh...It does actually. I was wondering if you would be willing to babysit Stella Saturday night so I could take her out to dinner and maybe a movie or something."

Sarah pushes away from her desk, the look on her face transforming from smug to soft admiration. "You really like her, don't you?"

Lando nods earnestly, "I do. Stella kind of threw me for a loop there at first but after spending time with them before Christmas..." He drops the rest of the sentence then, not sure if he should be opening up this much to your best friend. She probably knew how you felt about him already but it was a natural reaction for him to keep his feelings closely held. "I know our lifestyles are not exactly...compatible but she's amazing and I just want to spend more time with her."

"You'd be lucky to land a girl like her, Lando." Sarah observes, leaning back in her chair. "And while I agree, your lifestyles are radically different, I think you two could be good for each other."

"Yeah?" Lando's voice is a wash of relief, having expected to face the same criticism that he had faced from Max.

"Yeah, I do. I'd be happy to take Stella for the night as long as she's okay with it. Have you asked her?"

Lando shakes his head. "I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first."

"Can I give you some advice though?" When Lando nods, Sarah continues. "You're going to have to be patient with her. She's been through a lot and she has a lot on her shoulders. She doesn't need someone adding to that load. She needs someone who's going to help her carry that load, take some things off her shoulders. And if that's not something you think you can do, don't even start anything with her. If you're not all in with her and Stella, please don't pursue anything further, okay?"

Lando leans against the door frame, taking in your best friend's words. "I'd never do anything to add to what she already carries." He says softly and Sarah grins.

"Good. Tell her I'll take Stella for one of our famous sleepovers, yeah? Treat her well, Lando. I don't want to have to kick your ass if you hurt her."

"Thanks, Sarah. I'd never hurt her, I promise."

"Good. Now get, I think she's leaving after lunch today to get Stella for a dentist appointment. She should still be in her office though."

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"Wait, so you were the one who came up with the idea for that tire deg prediction program?" Lando stares at you from across the table, jaw nearly hitting the white linen tablecloth.

You blush into your wine, not good at taking compliments. The small Italian restaurant that Lando had booked a table at was quiet and cozy, allowing both of you to focus on the person sitting across from you and not anything else. It was nice, getting out of the house without Stella in tow. As much as you adored your daughter and valued every single second spent with her, sometimes it was really nice to have some time away. You were on your second glass of wine and your head was buzzing delightfully, the look on Lando's face as you fell into conversation about the work you were so passionate about sent something that felt a lot like desire curling deep in your belly.

"That was me. I'm actually working on an improved model for the upcoming season. More inputs like weather and historical degradation data should help the model give Andrea and the team a better idea of when the ideal pit window for you and Oscar will be in real time."

Lando just stares at you, dumbfounded. He had known bits and pieces of your job from the time he spent accosting you with questions over the last six months but he had never realized how deeply ingrained you were in his weekend routine already. "That program helped me win Miami last year." He says, totally awestruck.

You fidget under his attention, barely hiding a smile. When you had stumbled upon data analytics and predictive modeling in your first semester of uni all those years ago, you had never imagined it would lead to you writing a program that helped an F1 team predict how and when the tires were going to go off during a race. It was just one of many projects you had worked on in your two years at McLaren but it was absolutely the one you were most proud of.

"Well, hopefully with the improved modeling system I've been working on, we can get you and Oscar onto that top step more this year. I have a meeting with Zak and Andrea next week actually to discuss putting more resources into it so we can further develop it."

"I don't know how you can improve on it, the data I've seen it produce is already wildly helpful." Lando has to resist the urge to cover your hand with his, the need to touch you suddenly overwhelming.

He had been so nervous tonight while driving over to your house to pick you up for dinner, it was a wonder he hadn't ended up in a ditch or something. Stella had already been whisked away by Sarah by the time he got to your house, but there was a (albeit a bit stale) gingerbread man with a curly mullet left on the counter for him. 'Stella gave me strict instructions to make sure you get your cookie.' You had informed him, face serious with the task at hand.

Now that you were sat across from him, plate of food sat half eaten in front of you, Lando found himself not as nervous as he thought he'd be. The butterflies were still there and he had to constantly keep the desire to lace his fingers with yours in check, but the way you had made him feel calm and comfortable during the time he visited you in your office before had simply transferred to dinner tonight. He'd never felt more at ease with someone who made him so nervous before and while it was an uneasy feeling, it also felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"I didn't realize anyone beyond the strategy team used the models." You admit.

Lando likes the way your cheeks flush under his praise, even if you're still refusing to meet his eyes while he compliments you.

"Will and I go over all that data after session. With how unpredictable the tires can be from day to day, I really depend on that information."

"Well, I'm glad my little data project is doing its job." You say simply, before taking another bite out of the food before you.

The rest of dinner passes in casual conversation and meaningful looks exchanged over drinks and dessert. If having dinner with Lando and Stella in London had been fun, this dinner was certainly a more intimate affair. It wasn't until your third glass of wine that you settled into the feeling that there could be something between you and Lando, allowing the fear to take a back seat even for just one night.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask boldly while dessert is being placed in front of you.

"Anything."

And he means it.

"I know the first time you found your way into my office was by mistake but I've always wondered why you kept coming back. I mean, my office is literally on the opposite side of any place you'd ever be normally."

"Besides the fact that you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life?" He flirts shamelessly, the alcohol in his system making him braver than he really felt.

"Lan..." You scold, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

Lando chuckles and finally loses the battle he's been fighting all dinner. He reaches across the table and slips his fingers into the spaces between yours, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. The spark that ignites when he touches you has the breath catching in the back of your throat. "Because you talked to me like a normal person. It was right around the time the championship race was heating up, as manufactured by the press as it was. The team was a bit in shambles and I just felt really unsupported."

He doesn't have to say it, but you instinctively know he's talking about the Hungary race earlier in the year. The Wednesday after that race, Lando had popped up in your office first thing in the morning and had sat across from you until well after lunch. The way his shoulders hunched and he kind of just folded himself into the desk chair that you now kept specifically for him had broken your heart.

"You never asked me about racing or the championship or anything like that. You let me talk and ask questions about your job and I was just able to forget the outside world for a bit. I was never Lando Norris, McLaren Formula 1 driver competing with Max Verstappen with you. I was just 'Lan'. I really appreciated that, especially during the second half of the season."

You had become his safe space was what he wanted to say but fear kept that bit of information from passing his lips. For now.

The warmth of Lando's fingers tangled with yours travels through your entire body. "I'm glad I helped." You murmur, heat pooling low in your belly at the look he's giving you from across the table.

"More than you know."

"Okay. No, I understand. Yes, she was fine when I dropped her off this morning. Okay. Yes, thank you. Tell her I'm leaving work right now, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Thank you, Ms. Rose."

Panic floods your chest as you stare at the computer screen in front of you. "Fuck." You whisper, frantically looking up the phone number for Zak's personal assistant. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"That is a lot of swearing for 10 in the morning on a Wednesday."

Your eyes fly from your computer screen to the door of your office where Lando stands, leaning against the doorframe looking unreasonably handsome in a green jumper and jeans. You couldn't admire him for long though, panic returning to the front of your mind as you desperately try to figure out what you're going to do.

"Stella's school just called." Lando immediately crosses the room and sits down in 'his' chair, as he's begun to think it. Ever since your date last Saturday night, he hasn't been able to get you off his mind. He's been at the MTC every morning this week, something that even Zak noticed this morning and made a comment about him being extra dedicated to getting the new season started off on the right foot. If only he knew the real motivation for being around all the time now. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd spent any time back at his other apartment in Monaco.

"Everything okay?"

"No, she's running a fever. They need me to come get her except remember that meeting with Zak and Andrea I told you about? It's in..." Your eyes flicker back to your computer screen before bouncing back up to meet Lando's concerned gaze. "Fifteen minutes. I'm going to have to cancel and God knows when I'm ever going to get this kind of face time with either of them before the start of the season. Without their support, the upgrades to that tire deg model I want to make will basically be dead in the water."

Normally, you handle the pressures of being a single mom pretty well. You realize your career trajectory is a little different than normal, with you being unable to work late or travel extensively or do any of the other things that usually help with job advancement and you made your peace with that a long time ago. You make enough to provide very comfortably for Stella, so when you're passed over for promotions or unable to dedicate extra time, you're usually fine with it. Not today though.

"I've been prepping for this meeting for weeks. Weeks, Lando. Sarah is on annual leave in Spain and my dad is in London today with a client, there is literally no one else to go get her. Today of all fucking days." Tears threaten to spill over, you're so frustrated. You've worked so hard to get this meeting and now it's all going to go to waste.

"I'll go get her." The way Lando says it has shock slicing through your heart, quick as a knife. He says it so casually, like you're silly for not even considering him.

"What? No, Lando, I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking, I'm offering." Lando stands, pulling out his phone. "Text me the address of her school and I'll go get her. I drove my Rover this morning and guess what I still have in the back seat?" A brilliant smile flashes across his face.

Something stills in your chest at the fact that Lando left your daughter's booster seat in his car after all these weeks.

"Lan..."

"I don't want to hear any more arguments, mama."

Well that was certainly something you'd have to unpack your reaction to later.

"Are you sure?" You bite at your lower lip and Lando has to physically restrain himself from kissing you right there in your office. Something which he still hasn't done, as much as it was killing him. After dinner the other night he had wanted to kiss you more than anything but he hadn't wanted to rush you, Sarah's words echoing in his head. How he needed to be patient with you and how you'd bene through so much the past few years so he had chickened out, erring on the side of caution and had settled for a hug and quick press of his lips to your cheek instead. He had regretted it every moment since dropping you off at your door that night.

"Absolutely. Now, go call Ms. Rose back and tell her Lando Norris is coming to get Ms. Stelly Belly. Do you have a spare key for me? I'll take her back to your place and we'll watch movies 'til you can get home."

An unfamiliar sense of calm settles over you at the sound of confidence in Lando's voice. You don't let just anyone take care of Stella, especially when she's sick. Really, the only other two people that you'd ever trust with her are Sarah and your dad. That list now was a list of three, you supposed.

"Okay." You reply weakly. "Thank you, Lando. Seriously. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

"Go get ready for your meeting, pretty girl." Without a second look, Lando turns and walks out of your office. Moments after he gets into the lift to head to his car, his phone chimes with a text from you giving him the address to Stella's school.

A few hours later, you slot the key to your front door in the lock, swinging the door open as quietly as you can manage. From the entryway, you can hear the TV playing in the living room on the other side of the house.

Just in case Stella is asleep, you don't announce your presence opting to tip toe towards where you think Lando and Stella will be instead. The sight that greets you when you finally spy them has your heart clenching painfully, stealing the breath straight out of your lungs. The couch is perpendicular to where you stand, so you can just see Lando's profile as he sits, cheek tilted down resting gently on Stella's head as he watched Frozen playing on the TV in front of him. Stella is cuddled up in his lap, her arms thrown around his shoulders and her little head is buried deep in the crook of his neck. Lando's arms are wrapped securely around your little girl as he cradles her to his chest.

You rub at your sternum, desperatly trying to massage the ache that has settled there at the way Stella is curled up into Lando for comfort. You've never seen her do this with anyone other than you. Not even Sarah.

Lando senses when you walk into the room, having not even heard the door open moments before. Stella sleeps soundly against him, her warm breath tickling at the space between his neck and shoulders. They hadn't been home longer than twenty minutes when Stella had started to cry because she felt so poorly. When Lando had offered her a cuddle to make her feel better until you could get home, Stella had crawled right up into his lap and fell asleep before Anna even had a chance to build that snowman.

He was surprised at how comfortable this felt, with Stella seeking comfort from him. How easily it had come for him to just wrap his arms around her frame so she'd stop crying. He was pretty sure he'd do anything to get your little girl to stop feeling sad.

Lando turns to you after a few moments and smiles. Something passes between you then, with Stella asleep in front of you. It's powerful and reassuring and everything that you've been waiting for since the day you had realized you'd be raising Stella on your own.

"I think I finally got her fever down." Lando whispers, not wanting to wake Stella up.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even tell you where the paracetamol is in the house." Your hand flies back to your throat in horror.

"It's okay. Stella told me where it was. My mom helped me figure out the dosage for her."

"Your mom?" You squeak, swaying on your feet.

Lando chuckles. That had been an interesting call. He hadn't had the time to explain to her exactly why he was asking for help to figure out how much paracetamol to give Stella but he was panicked, the school being unable to give her a dose of anything and her fever was going up. She had been confused, but helped without further question.

"It's fine. We got it figured out and then I turned Frozen on and she fell asleep pretty quick after that. I haven't found the thermometer yet but she feels a lot cooler than she did earlier."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at Lando. It unnerved you how comfortable he was with her. Not in a bad way but in a completely unexpected way that had goosebumps littering your skin.

"How'd the meeting go?" Lando breaks the silence after a few moments.

Your eyes snap from Stella's sleeping frame to meet Lando's gaze. He made no attempt to move Stella off his lap or hand her over, just kept his arms securely around her while he waited patiently for your answer. He could tell you were trying to wrap your head around what you were looking at and he was hoping it was a good thing. He knew you weren't used to people stepping up for you, the close inner circle you kept was very small, but he hoped that after today you'd maybe let him in a little more.

"Oh..." You pause, struggling to focus on anything other than the sight in front of you. "Good actually! Zak was super impressed with what I've got done so far. He wants me to go to Bahrain later in the month for testing with the team to test the program first hand. And he wants me to go to a few races too"

"Baby," Lando coos, reaching out a hand to capture your fingers with his. Your heart squeezes at the pet name as you barely hold in the squeal at the nickname. "I'm so proud of you, that's amazing."

Tears threaten at the edge of your vision. It had been a long time since someone other than your own father had told you that they were proud of you. "I called my dad and him and my step mom are going to watch Stella whenever I need to travel and whatever they can't cover, I'm going to hire a nanny."

It had been Zak's idea to hire the nanny, a suggestion that nearly bowled you over when he made it. He knew your situation and had wanted to make sure that you were able to travel while being comfortable with leaving Stella with someone.

"Zak offered me a raise to help offset the cost of hiring someone." You say quietly, reflecting on how insistent the man had been when you waffled at the thought of traveling more this season.

The thought of getting to travel with you this season, even if it was solely for work, was so appealing to Lando it was a little silly. He had been thinking the other night how much it was going to suck having to travel so much this year just as things were getting started with you. He usually loved losing himself in the season, not having anything hold him back or weigh him down from enjoying the constant moving and sleeping in different hotel rooms every weekend. But as the season had approached and the prospect of spending less time with you had started to become a reality, the thought of the start of the season had filled Lando with a bit of dread and anxiety.

You just sat there for a moment, smiling over at Lando and Stella as he grinned back at you. It was a comfortable silence as that same feeling from earlier crackled through the air. Like something was being set into motion today that neither of you quite understood but both knew was the start of something important.

"It's almost dinner time. Why don't you go put her down in her bed, she sleeps like this whenever she's sick, and I'll make us dinner?" You suggest finally, realizing your stomach is begging to be fed.

Lando follows your suggestion and within a few minutes, is joining you in the kitchen as you bustle about trying to figure out what to make. "I was going to make some chicken noodle soup, I think I have everything for it and Stella loves it when she's sick."

"Considering I was going to be ordering take away tonight, anything you want to feed me is good." Lando murmurs, coming to stand behind you at the counter as you peel some carrots and chop the onions.

His arms slip around your waist and you can't help but lean back into his warmth for a moment, enjoying the way the heat of his body seeps into your muscles. Lando nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you as deeply as he can, trying to commit your scent to memory. He wants to remember every little detail about this evening, something calm and steady settling into his bones as he gets a glimpse of what could be.

"You're distracting me." You mumble, the heat of Lando's breath tickling the sensitive skin at your neck.

"I"m sorry, but you're a constant distraction to me so consider it payback."

You chuckle, putting down the knife so you can spin around to face Lando instead. Your arms snake up his body before you clasp them behind his neck, enjoying the way he melts even further into your body now that you're closer.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue today." You whisper, voice raspy with emotion as you think about how much Lando's done for you in the short time you've been spending time with him.

Lando bumps his nose with yours and grins, the way you feel in his arms is something he's never experienced before. "I'd do anything for you and Stella, you know that."

"After today, I certainly do."

The look Lando gives you turns your core molten and you struggle to catch your breath. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you drop your gaze down to his lips before they flit right back up to those green blue watercolor eyes that always seem to find you wherever you are lately. Before you can steady yourself, he's leaning forward eyes locked on yours. The smile that sits at the corner of his mouth is so utterly enticing, you nearly forget your own name.

When Lando covers your lips with his for the first time, you swear you see stars. Gold bursts of light spark behind your closed lids, your entire world stuttering down to the way Lando kisses you. It's full of promise and longing and the smokey taste of desire. Your hands tangle through his curls on their own accord as you desperately try to get impossibly closer to him, losing all sense of decorum and control with just a simple kiss.

When he pulls away, Lando is satisfied at the heavy lidded look you stare up at him with, heart hammering in his chest like he's just finished the Singapore Grand Prix.

"I've been thinking about that since I left you at the door on Saturday without kissing you." He confesses, forehead tipping forward to rest on yours.

Emotion clogs your throat as you struggle for a response. Warmth pools deep in your belly as you settle on just a simple nod in response, knowing that Lando will instinctivly be able to tell that you feel the same. Silence fills the kitchen, comfortable and easy as Lando kisses you again. Both of you could feel it with that second kiss, this thing happening between you on this random Wednesday afternoon and both of you were secretly scared to death at what this was going to mean for every facet of your lives.

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Stella Appreciation post

[kedreeva]

Well, it is a sad and joyous day. I've been back and forth with a nice, retired gentleman from nearby who wanted to get some peafowl. He made it out today and took home two pairs; a pair of purple BS from Polaris and then, to my sadness but also happiness, Bismuth and Citrine.

I'm gonna miss those little shits. It will be more peaceful without them, as Bismuth didn't get along with Stella and Citrine didn't get along with Bug, but I still loved them both a great deal and I'm SO relieved that they were able to go to a home together. They absolutely adore each other. I've been promised update photos as they grow and mature, and the guy is in the process of relocating to a few hundred acres down south where they won't have to deal with harsh Michigan winters, which I'm sure they will appreciate.

I will still probably post some photos of them, as I have some from days I took a bunch of photos I didn't end up posting, but send your well-wishes to them in their new home!

[sinnersandoverlords]

Due to all the negativity surrounding him recently, I wanted to make a Stolas love/appreciation post with pointing out some moments that put him in "They can never make me hate you" territory for me.

- He put up with Stella's abuse for almost 2 decades because he wanted to give Octavia a normal, happy life with both of her parents involved. He was absolutely willing to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of his daughter.

- The moment he fully arrived at the conclusion that Blitzø might feel trapped and/or unhappy with their arrangement, he decided to let him go - and not only that, he decided to find a way first for Blitzø to be able to continue with his business without Stolas in his life.

- Despite Ozzie publicly humiliating him and denying his request for an Asmodean crystal at first, Stolas still stuck around to help Ozzie get Fizz back. He had nothing to gain from this, he just selflessly offered his help and advice.

Stolas has a lot of flaws that he needs to recognize fully and lots of growth to do, but I think instead of just focusing on his flaws, we should look at some of his virtues, too.

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rutgermcgroarty an amazing trip with you pretty girl, ilysm 🤍

stellahughes Ilysm rut, already looking for dogs 🤭

𝓻oro’s note. I’ve missed stella n rut so much 😭 BUT MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE, I hope you all have a lovely day mwah 💋 so sorry for how short this is, I wanted to get it out on time 🥹

𝓬heck it, 𝔀ishlist! m.list au m.list main m.list

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