#yay 🥰 thank you

[emilyjunk]

Me tuning into monet's slumber party for the gayest party of my life 🏳️‍🌈😄

[nicoscheer]

Happy Birthday to our beloved Turtle Miles Kane

Keep on rocking and smiling like only you do

[cementcornfield]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CjyaXnPu8Xi/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Someone get this man a daiquiri 🍹

[boytoyfaun]

2, 7, 8, and 12 for the nsfw asks <3

What is your most extreme kink, and why do you like it?

I feel like extreme is so subjective, but I think for me, its intox play. I love the idea of being able to do CNC with someone I trust who will take advantage of me 🤤

A genie has granted you 3 nsfw wishes, what are you wishing for and why?

1. I wish I could change my body at will. I'd want to be able to have tits or not and a dick or pussy depending on the situation and who I'm fucking.

2. 500 followers on Onlyfans so I can quit my job and be a full time slut for internet pervs

3. A bestie with a leather hobby so I could have all the fun toys at a very affordable price

You now have a superpower of your choice, with the condition that it must be only used sexually. What power do you have and how are you using it?

I could pause time, except for me and the other people I'm fucking. So we could just go for hours and hours and hours

What is your go-to fantasy? Why do you think you enjoy it so much?

I fantasize about having a Mommy domme all the time. It's probably because my parents didn't pay enough attention to me growing up 🤪

[rebornofstars]

8. Who is your favorite character to write, and what do you like about how you portray them?

hohoho! i have to say wind. you know i do. he is so much fun to write. he is so much fun that he will literally insert himself in places where he does not belong. he is excellent for writer's block.

i think what is so enticing about him as a character is that i give him a very upbeat internal narration. he's clever and observant and eager, but like all teens he's not entirely emotionally stable. at his heart, he is brave, and a bit cheeky, and selfless. he's the hero who chose. and he's also a random kid. i try to preserve both sides.

[whumble-beeee]

LAST!!! GET THAT PART DONE!!! THIS IS YOUR ACCOUNTABILITY ANON SHAKING THEIR FIST very softly, not threatening— yet 3:)

For the ask game—

This ask game

LAST — the most recently written two sentences of my current project (I just did my last paragraph lol)

Stan laughed sleepily, the burning anger and hatred and desperation he expected to feel, what he'd been fighting nonstop for two days straight, now buried under layers of static and cotton somwhere deep in the darkest recesses of his brain, unbidden in the fog. Though the knot in his throat that made him feel as if he were about to burst out crying still persisted. That was weird. What did he have to cry about? “Yeah… maybe you should… not… Aheh, uh, throw me into walls anymore…”

Yeah, Stan's definitely having. A time. Being drugged.

Now everybody say it with me: THANK YOU ACCOUNTABILITY ANON, WE LOVE YOUUUU

Thank you for not threatening me just yet :)

[stardust9905]

AYO, I REACHED 500 LIKES & OVER 100 FOLLOWERS!! OMG OMG OMG!

Eeeeeeeeeeep - Thank you so much to everyone who got me to 500 likes and 100+ followers!

Lmao i'm sure to most that this is such a smol number of people...

But i legitimately can not believe there are over 100 people (mutuals included) who like my disorganized little Star Wars trash bin tumblr account to follow me hehe.

Thank you so muchhhhhhh :) 🤗💕🥰🩷🥹

*bonks heads with loving pats and hearts*

[msdanvers]

Your gifsets are always too good, but this last one? Deadly! Thank you for that!!

oh my gosh thank you so much!!!!

[akayna]

2. Describe your favorite pair of socks

6. What do you use to keep your place when you’re reading a book?

13. Do you prefer to write in pen or pencil?

28. Can you swim very well? Do you like swimming?

37. Do you mind if others are in the kitchen when you’re cooking or baking?

43. Do you shower with the lights on or off? (do people shower with the lights off? How do you see what your doing?)

48. Do you have a favorite plate or bowl?

49. What’s your favorite thing to do when it’s raining?

Thanks for including the questions with the numbers 💚

2 - it's a three-way tie between: 1) lime green socks that have a skeleton with a chef hat and says "bone appetite" 2) these kind of chunky knitted cotton socks from Wisconsin that have lots of color and patterns and match but not exactly 3) my pair of green and blue bombas.

6 - whatever is on hand. Currently this sticker:

13 - pencil! Pen bleeds when wet and I used to take field notes in the rain.

28 - I love swimming. I wouldn't say I'm particularly good at it tho.

37 - well in my current kitchen, yeah I mind very much. There's barely enough room for me in there and I get in my own way! But it's cool to hang out at the table (which is next to and out of the kitchen proper) and talk with me tho :)

43 - on! Unless it's bright out. I've got a good sized south-facing window in my bathroom, so don't always need the overhead light.

48 - yes. I also have favorite silverware for different food types.

49 - depends on how cold it is. Today's ice rain is to be avoided. But normal rain at an acceptable cool temp? Sit next to an open window with a mug of tea and a book. And a blanket.

[itstimetodrew]

Drew von Pokemon for the blorbo opinion bingo!

YAYYYYY the signature boy 🥰

B-B-B-BINGO. My blorbo and some of my friends’ blorbo. That’s why we’re friends. :)

WHY is Drew such a strong blorbo? 17 years running?! Because he’s got that toxin in him. That terrible ability to be the type of character that if you look hard enough, if you wanna think about him for a while, something cracks open when you get past that thin top layer and releases spores that take root in your brain. But everyone says that about their faves (you just don’t get how deep they are!) but he was The First for me.

I like how conflicted of a character he is. He’s poised to be the typical jerk rival, but he also needs to be the romantic interest. He wants to be a mentor but is scared of being surpassed. He likes to help people but still equates needing help with weakness. He wants a genuine friend but won’t ask (he might not even recognize it as a want at all).

I like how his character is so based on his relationship to May, that the glimpses of relationships he has with literally anyone else suddenly reveal entirely new sides to him we didn’t expect before. It’s like seeing your annoying office coworker out to dinner with their family, where they suddenly seem so much more interesting and approachable because they are being cared for and caring for others.

Drew has the appeal, the angst, sooo much personal self-reflecting potential, but he does Not have the canon substance which ends up letting me fill in the attractively spaced blanks. That’s the danger, the quicksand trap. What has been and what has not been there since he debuted in 2003 has kept me going all this time.

[jaeyxns]

CHESCA !!!!! the cb is on the 22nd but it's ok i did my math and it's only 5 days after chesca day -> may is the 5th month -> the cb indirectly being on 5/17 anyway (real) CHEERS🥂🥂🥂

JEN !!!!! you're so precious and i love you so much for this (along with a million other things) but this is just so 🥺 and your math does add up so i have to agree the comeback is indirectly on 5/17 (real) ! cheers !! 🥂🥂🥂

[residentdormouse]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! ♡♡

[starsscarmyceiling]

Was anyone going to tell me about your oh no he's hot neighbor boy reylo fic, or did I just have to find that out for myself? Ah I just found it and I have been binge reading it like crazy! It's so good you had me screaming at those cupcakes. And you give us little bonus scenes you post on here?? Bless you. I was so glad to come on here and see you are still active! Hope you are doing well and just know I will be waiting patiently by to see what happens next for our disaster neighbors 😝

OMG!!! Thank you so much anon! I cannot tell you what an honor it is whenever people tell me that they are binging my work! Wow, this really made my day, thank you. Ah yes, ktbo my firstborn. Those fucking cupcakes ruined my life too haha 🧁💕 You know, when I started writing that at the beginning of COVID, which I cannot believe was almost THREE YEARS AGO, I really thought it was going to be an only child. Oh, what was that? *clown nose honk in the distance* 🤡🤡🤡 OOHHHH MAN was I wrong! I literally have given up on telling myself that I am not going to start another WIP and have just allowed myself to follow the inspiration where it wants to take me. I very much in an truly insane fever dream have written 120k words of a new WIP in the last month wtf is my life. Who knew I would end up having so many more WIP children because I certainly didn't! 😭 But don't you worry, I am actually really excited to finish up posting this fic because I have some real fun things cooking up behind the scenes HEHEHHEH *rubs hands together maniacally*

But seriously, thank you so much for the support! And that goes for literally all my readers! This past year hasn't exactly been stellar for me (the last couple, really), so having these fandoms and these communities really have made a difference in the quality of my mental health, including the wonderful, amazing friendships I've made from them too (you know who you areeee). We're all WIPs ourselves, aren't we? Writing has really become such an incredible form of a coping mechanism for me, so it's absolutely amazing for y'alls out there to get something out of it too! Even if I do put our space idiots through some...turmoil...oof. Haha we love them don't worry they will always get that angst with a happy ending!

Anyway...I will stop rambling now!

[j-restlessgeek]

if you receive this, you make somebody happy! if you'd like to pass it along, go on anon and send this to your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up ♡☀

🥹🥹🥹🥹. Thank you anon 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛.

[always-just-red]

I've been lookin for a writer who takes reqs for lnds 😭 Can i req sfw hcs/one-shot (choose which one u prefer more) for sylus & fem/gn reader?

I remember there was one call for zayne x mc where mc called zayne accidentally because mc was drunk & mc called zayne (accidentally) instead of booking a cab (mc did book a cab but w/ a wrong destination).

Can i maybe req what if the scenario is like that but it's w/ sylus instead? Feel free to tell me if this req is too much or if u wanna decline it, thanks a lot!

My first Sylus fic! Yay! (Don't look at me Rafayel 🥰) Anon your mind is so powerful! This prompt was so much fun to write, so thank you, hope you enjoy!

Wrong Number

Sylus x Reader 🩸

Summary: You're having a bit of trouble getting hold of that taxi you booked, but more trouble help is on the way...

Genre: fluff, kinda ends on an angsty note (sorry 😇)

Warnings/Additional tags: drunk reader, some swearing, humour, uses of 'sweetie' and 'kitten', threat of violence/death at the start, a slight bit of suggestion (it's Sylus, ok? He's having ✨fun✨)

| Word count: 2k | Masterlist |

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Love and Deepspace. All work is my own, so please don't repost or plagiarise!

“Mr. Sylus, please! It was an honest mistake— almost indistinguishable from a genuine protocore, I swear!”

Sylus is lounging back in a plush leather armchair, feeling thoroughly short-changed as he turns about a fake protocore with his fingers. He’s been listening to this noise for almost a full minute, growing awfully impatient, though he did like the last excuse.

“Say that again,” he drawls with a sinister smile.

“It was an honest mistake,” the black-market dealer stutters, tripping over his words. “It was almost indistinguishable from a—”

“Almost indistinguishable…” Sylus confirms. “Almost. Almost.” He’s savouring each syllable— tasting them like wine.

“It would have fooled almost anyone!”

“Almost anyone?” Sylus laughs, and it’s a wicked, dangerous thing. “Well yes, I rather think that’s the point. But it didn’t fool just anyone, did it? It fooled you.”

His smile is gone in an instant, his hand closing around the fake protocore, splintering it with a crack. He drops bloodied, sapphire fragments from his palm, red and blue, red and blue, and they skitter across the hardwood floor like rain.

“Please, Mr. Sylus!” the dealer pleads, desperate. “I’ll do anything! I will! I’ll make it up to you!”

“No, thanks.” Sylus studies his palm as it heals. “I’ve had my fill of fake protocores.”

“Sylus!”

The leader of Onychinus stands, drawing his gun with a customary apathy. Dark energy manifests, twisting around the dealer’s limbs, holding him still, while a lone tendril crawls around his mouth, holding him silent. He’s struggling, but he should know better. He should have known better from the very beginning. With a wistful smile, Sylus levels the gun with his head, and—

Something rings.

His red gaze shoots up, instinctively seeking Luke and Kieran, but they shrug from their station at the other side of the room. The sound is closer than that, anyway. Glaringly more familiar. Sylus’s spare hand goes to his pocket, and he draws out his phone.

“Mmm?” he greets, thumb sliding across the screen as he puts it to his ear.

There’s only one person who calls him at this time of night.

“Where are you?” your voice echoes from the other side of the line.

“That’s a question I prefer not to answer without knowing what motivates it.”

“Wha— Sylus?”

“Yes, sweetie,” he drones.

There’s a moment of silence. “Shit.”

It’s not the reaction he aspires to, but you sound agitated, so he’s going to let it slide. There’s a loud crackle from the speaker, followed by a few, harsher sounds, and he pulls the phone away from his ear, wincing slightly. His eyes are trained on the man at his feet, but he lowers his gun, distracted.

“What are you—” he begins, but then he identifies the sound. It’s a finger— your finger— jabbing away at a screen. “If I didn’t know any better, Miss Hunter, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me.”

“No…” you deny too quickly. It’s still there: the tapping. Like Mephisto, pecking furiously at a locked window from outside. A few more jabs, and then…

The call cuts out.

Sylus scoffs, looking down at his now silent phone in disbelief. He flops back into his chair, tossing his gun onto a side table before hitting the button to call you back. You know he’s not a patient man, but you don’t pick up the first time, and so he has to try again. He can be patient for you— he tells himself— as he thinks up some creative ways for you to return the charity. Speaking of charity…

His gaze drops to the dealer. “Get out,” he sneers.

The man doesn’t have to be told twice. He scrambles to his feet as his blood-dark bindings retract, practically throwing himself towards the room’s exit. Luke pushes open the door, the intense music of the nightclub beating through the gap, but Kieran’s being less helpful. He steps into the doorway, blocking any escape. He feints right. Then left. Behind the masks, both men are laughing.

Eventually Kieran steps aside. He shoves the dealer the rest of the way through the door as Luke kicks it shut, and they exchange a high-five.

Sylus pinches the bridge of his nose. His call connects.

“Hello?” You’re back. “Finally! Where are you? I don’t see you.”

“Still me, sweetie.”

“Sylus?” you actually whine. It’s adorable. “Why is it you? Go away.”

“No,” he lilts tunefully, and then he’s coaxing: “I want to help you, kitten. Won’t you let me help you? Tell me, who are you trying to call?”

Frustration spills from you— fake, exaggerated sobs tearing themselves from your throat. “The taxi, Sy,” you whine again. “The stupid taxi, ok? It’s not here. It’s meant to be here.”

“Where’s here?”

“Ha!” you exclaim like you’ve evaded a masterplan, and not a casually asked, run-of-the-mill question. “No. Nice try, but no. You wanna help me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then leave me alone!”

With— he can imagine— some sort of theatrical flourish, you deliver your phone a final, decisive tap. It beckons a fateful silence. Sylus brings his phone in front of his face, unmoved by the moment’s gravitas. There’s a pop-up on the screen. Kitten: requesting video chat.

He smiles to himself. Then accepts. “Hi sweetie.”

Your face is lighting up his screen, your cheeks flushed, your brow furrowed, and your eyes sharp with determination. “Why can I— wait, why can I see you? Get out of my phone, Sy!”

“My, my,” he tuts, but he’s smiling still, “look at you— the illustrious Miss Hunter. It is a relief to know the fate of Linkon rests in such… reliable hands.”

“What d’you mean?” you mumble.

“You’re drunk.”

“You’re drunk!”

He chuckles. “And there’s that infamous wit.”

You bite your lip as you ignore him, still fixated on trying to end the call. It occurs to him that you will eventually succeed; even a broken clock is right twice a day. “Listen to me, sweetie. Are you alone?”

His tone is sober enough for the two of you, and your exasperated eyes meet his. “Yeah.”

“Then be a good girl and send me your location. You remember how to do that, right?” He carefully enunciates each word of his plan. “I’ll come and get you, but I need to know where you are. Don’t go with anyone else. Wait for me, ok?”

You’re nodding away, the odd ‘mmhmm’ escaping your lips, but you’re not at all listening. He catches on after a minute. Trails off— realises your gaze is too vacant, and your focus? Wandering. You’re cradling your phone with both hands. His view is interrupted as your thumb passes over the camera; you’re… stroking the screen?

“You’re so pretty, Sy,” you murmur breathlessly.

His gaze softens. He sighs, “You’re pretty too.”

Then you make a sound he’s never heard before: you squeak, the phone’s audio almost cutting out. A blush is spreading through your cheeks, so much darker than the alcohol’s afterglow, and gods he wishes your face was in his hands. The vision is short-lived, however, because suddenly you’re gone.

There’s a circling view of a dark street, split by streaks of white light, as your phone careens through the air. It strikes concrete a moment later, stuttering to a stop, and Sylus’s grimace deepens with each jarring crack. Your screen has gone black, but he doesn’t think it’s broken. He’s face down, apparently— subjected to an unexciting view of the pavement.

“Oh, shit!” He hears you gasp.

Though your voice is far away, your phone is in your grasp again in no time. You’re turning it over, peering down at him, tracing the outline of his face with worry. “Sorry, Sy. Are you ok?”

“I’ll survive.” He raises an eyebrow. “You know, if you wanted to throw me around, you only needed to ask.”

His voice has dropped, and he loves watching you notice. You stand from your crouch with a smirk, bringing him with you— a dark idea in your eyes. “Wanna go again?”

Before he can protest, he’s looking at the back of your head. Your arm is stretched behind you, gearing up to send him on another short flight.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he interrupts, panicking briefly, but you’d never detect it with all your wits about you, let alone none. He’s brought in front of your face again, and you’re frowning oh so sweetly. “I asked you to do something, remember?”

“You told me to do something.”

So pedantic. “What did I tell you to do, sweetie?”

You don’t say anything. There’s a short huff as you blow hair from your face, and then you’re concentrating. You have that look he likes: the one you get when you’re whittling away at your paperwork like a good little hunter. The same stubborn resolve, too, that makes you lean over it when he or Mephisto are conveniently behind your shoulder.

Your location comes through with a ping and his smile widens. He’s up in a heartbeat, telling you he’s on his way— that you did such a good job— and that you need to stay on the phone with him, ok? He spins his fingers as he passes between Luke and Kieran, a gesture they’ve long grown accustomed to and can easily translate.

I'm leaving. Clean this up.

…

“So then Xavier, like— well, you know Xavier— he was all, ‘I’ll tell you later,’ but he never did, Sy! Off he went, leaving Nero and I to do all the paperwork, and I asked Nero, and Nero was like, ‘ask Xavier yourself’, and I was like, ‘I literally just did!’, and he just shrugged, and it’s… driving me crazy, you know? Because where does he even go? Tara and I have this bet going, she thinks it’s because he—”

Your anecdote comes to a sudden stop.

“What does Tara think, sweetie?”

“Shh shh shh! Wait a second…”

You clutch your phone to your chest like it’ll somehow suppress Sylus’s voice. You’re sat, leaning back against a chain-link fence, but you rise as a black car pulls up in front of you. The windows are tinted. You squint, leaning forward to try to look through them anyway.

“I don’t like this, Sy,” you frown as you plant a hand on your hip. “There’s a car here.”

“Oh?”

“Shh!” you hiss again. It’s not the only car parked on the street, but it is the only one alive. The engine purrs and its lights are glowing like angry embers, refusing to be snuffed out by the dark. You take a step closer, then the engine cuts out. You take a bigger step back.

“What exactly are you afraid of?” Sylus asks, his tone so thick it’s practically bleeding through your phone. “Is a big, bad man trying to get you?”

“Well I don’t know what they look like, Sy. The windows are tinted, and I— AH!” you gasp.  

A strong pair of arms wrap around you from behind, lifting you from the ground. “Got you, sweetie,” Sylus chuckles in your ear as tell-tale crow feathers settle around you. His breath is hot on your neck and it tickles, turning your panicked shrieks to laughter.

“Sylus!” you squeal as you attempt to wriggle free. You don’t think you’re trying very hard.

The man lowers you back to your feet, but his arms stay around you and he dips his head, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hi.” For a little word, there’s so much fondness.

“Let’s get you home to bed, ok?”

You nod compliantly with a yawn, swaying a little as his arms retract and you’re having to stand on your own again. He chuckles as he steadies you— placing a hand on the top of your head— and you pivot, drawn by the sound. His crimson eyes find yours and they’re dark with something that stirs you, even with your mind swimming and nothing really making sense. You’re not sure of anything at all, except—

No-one has ever looked at you like that before.

And you won’t remember it tomorrow.

“Come on,” he prompts, nudging you towards the car, and you start to walk, though you’re dragging your feet. “I want to hear all of the association’s dirtiest secrets while I still can.”

“Tara has a crush on the new weapon specialist, you know.”

Sylus blinks, then laughs— a tender, comfortable thing. Completely enthralled. “You don’t say,” he beams.

No, you won’t remember it tomorrow.

[theonottsbxtch]

Can we get oscar x teacher smau since school is starting over here in America?

Professor Piastri? | OP81

an: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun with it. i had to remake this three times because tumblr kept deleting my progress 🫠. good luck with the start of school soon!

fc: pinterest

requests: open

messages between oscar and yn

oscarpiastri

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only 34 days left 🙃

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userone: I WANT MORE B&W PHTOOS 💳💥💳💥

usertwo: what is op81 doing in a library?

landonorris: summer break is in 15 days you muppet

oscarpiastri: i know, i can count

landonorris: right and i’m world champion

userthree: i need more photographer oscar content

logansargeant: i swear it was 28 days the other day?

oscarpiastri: no ☹️

userfour: what does logan know🤨

userfive: me 🤝 oscar, both having important things in 34 days

usersix: ooh what’s yours!!

userfive: school break!

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imessage between oscar and yn

ynprivate

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getting to see the hubby live at work 🥰

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yourbestfriend: HOW DOES IT FEEL FHAT OSCAR PIASTRI, YOUR HUSBAND, IS NOW A GRAND PRIX WINNER

ynprivate: SHUT UP SHUT SHUT UP I CANT EVEN CELEBRATE WITH HIM

oscarpiastri: you can celebrate with me in the hotel room

logansargeant: ew get a room

oscarpiastri: i’m trying to

yourcoworker: THIS is why you didn’t want to meet up for coffee and mark papers?!

ynprivate: 😅🤭

logansargeant: my favourite secret wag i swear

ynprivate: how many secret wags do you know?

logansargeant: 🤐

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f1wags

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BREAKING‼️

the shock. the disbelief. the dismay for some. oscar piastri married?! today the world is shocked to find out that one of the grid’s most charming drivers has been secretly married for years! that’s right, married. the news was bought to us after a screenshot was leaked on twitter from yn (his wife)‘s private instagram where she was seen posting him with the caption “getting to see the hubby live at work🥰”. the woman identified as yn ln, still goes by her maiden name was a girl he met while at boarding school.

yn ln is currently a teacher in england, and the couple has managed to keep their relationship entirely under the radar. sources close to the couple reveal that they chose to keep their marriage private due to her career in education, wanting to protect her from the intense public scrutiny that comes with being associated with an f1 star (hence the reason she has kept her maiden name)

the screenshot, which shows a sweet picture of oscar looking into her camera, has sent the f1 fandom into spirals!

despite the sudden exposure, oscar and his wife have yet to comment on the leak. the secrecy surrounding around their relationship only adds to the intrigue, leaving fans and media outlets waiting with bated breath.

who is oscar piastri and what more is he hiding?

*photos credit to yn’s instagram*

oscarpiastri

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cats out the bag now, mrs piastri everyone. only 11 more days until her summer break!

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userone: that’s what the countdown was about 🥹

usertwo: oh hell nawh they both hot

userthree: how long have they been together what?!

logansargeant: married for two years but together for much longer, i’ve known since 2019☺️

landonorris: oscar we are NOT friends

oscarpiastri: i am sorry, i had to respect the mrs’ wishes

landonorris: LOGAN HAS KNOWN FOR SIX YEARS THAT YOU HAD A PARTNER

landonorris: i was low-key starting to think you were gay mate

ynprivate: i’m so sorry!! i just didn’t want work and private life to get mixed up

landonorris: i guess i can somewhat forgive him

ynprivate: yay! maybe we can meet for coffee to get to know you better, osc talks so much about you :)

landonorris: he talks about me 🥹

userfour: i think they broke the internet for good this time

userfive: helpppp lando in the comments 😭😭

usersix: imagine your teacher being oscar piastri’s WIFE

userseven: i hope nicole didn’t find out through instagram

nicolepiastri: no, but i did find out he got engaged three weeks after it happened!

alex_albon: @/landonorris take this L and hold it you dweeb

landonorris: 🖕🖕