#do i tag this as lando???

[alodiaz]

lando is strollonso’s love child

why?

because lance + nando

what does that make

lando

#listen i had an epiphany #strollonso #do i tag this as lando??? #lando norris #1418 #but you don’t understand #i was eating my grilled cheese and scrolling the strollonso tag when it happened #i love and hate my brain

[penaltyboxboxbox]

well, somebody had to fix them. might as well be me.

#f1 hire me please 🙏👼 #mine #do i bother tagging everyone . fuck #f1 #formula one #f1 2013 #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #zhou guanyu #valtteri bottas #kevin magnussen #nico hulkenberg #logan sargeant #alex albon #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #lando norris #oscar piastri #lance stroll #fernando alonso #carlos sainz #charles leclerc #max verstappen #checo perez #lewis hamilton #george russell

[blueskingdom]

don’t you just love it when oscar

#this oscar >> #can’t wait for the season to start #and ofc i had to include the last picture #oscar piastri #lando norris #formula 1 #f1 #mclaren #do i tag this landoscar? #yeah why not #landoscar

[honeyhobbs]

Doing studies and decided to draw lando and oscar bc I love the mclaren suits

#and i also love their proportions not to be weird #oscar's silhouette is chefs kiss #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mclaren #lando norris art #lando norris f1 #oscar piastri fanart #f1 fanart #mclaren f1 #im doing my best with the tags but i just think theyre neat ok #my art

[storm3326]

some sketches/doodles :D

#f1 #do i tag them all... too many of them #roscoe hamilton #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #brocedes #lily muni he #alex albon #lando norris #carlos sainz #ayrton senna

[charles-jpg]

my contribution to society

#this is ALL JOKES OBVIOUSLY #i just kept seeing it around twitter and i was like someone has to do this…. #i’m the father that stepped up #f1 #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #jenson button #lando norris #oscar piastri #i refuse to tag everyone you guys have eyes it’s ok

[wisteriagoesvroom]

For the trope mashup thing whatever: arranged marriage and neighbors 👀 - CX

again not one i would've picked but thank you for prompting it !! this also uh, got longer than i thought.

(from the prompts mash up - still taking submissions)

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“What do you mean your visa’s running out?” Lando asks.

“I’m Australian. Not a magician. Commonwealth only gets you so far.” 

“I thought you were here on a scholarship.”

“Well. Yeah. But scholarships stop. Once you graduate.” 

Lando toes the doorway rug. It feels weird to be talking about this in the middle of the hallway, though the only other person who would be listening might be Mrs. Kapoor, and half the time it’s only because she sticks her head out to ask if Lando or Oscar would take one of her mystery vegan curries. Lando is neither a huge fan of vegan food nor curry, and he trusts Oscar’s word for it that it’s good because they eat it while playing Gran Turismo at Lando’s place. But Lando always accepts the curries nonetheless, because his parents raised him to be polite, and he wasn’t raised in a barn. (Even if he technically grew up in converted farmhouse in the countryside, but that was besides the point.)  Either way, this is slipping away from him much quicker than he’d anticipated. Late night hangouts, dropping mail and post-it notes, text messages about the community garden. The most inane smalltalk about things big and small from the origins of moths to whether aliens were out there or just chose to ignore the +44 area code. Oscar always laughing in the right places when Lando regales him about tales of his terrible online dating stories, Oscar always picking the pickles out of the roast beef bagels before he passes one to Lando. The corner of Lando’s sofa that Lando has started to think of as Oscar’s because he’s there so often, reading one of his books or trying to speedread a JSTOR article about the lifecycle of urban pathogens while Lando worked on artwork for his upcoming store launch. 

Lando’s synapses are firing too fast. His brain did that most days, and that was what made him exceedingly good at his job, and today in particular - it doesn’t feel like there’s any logical way out. 

Lando remembers that movie they watched once though. As a joke. The one they both pretended not to enjoy, with Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds in Alaska. The one they watched when Oscar sat next to Lando on the sofa, and they both pretended the entire night that their knees weren’t touching. 

His therapist said he had a tendency to get ahead of himself when under stress. But it’s a joke, it’s not serious, there’s no way—

“We could just like, get married.”

Lando shoves his hands in his pockets. That came out way more calm and cooler than he thought it actually would.  And to his credit, Oscar doesn’t drop his mug of tea. Lando knows that’s his favourite one, because Lando got it for him, and it says Science is my superpower. Oscar does, however, slightly shift his grip on the mug.

“I feel like it’d be complicated to explain to my mum why I randomly married my upstairs neighbour?” 

“But it’s not a no.”

Oscar tilts his head. There’s a glimmer of something focused, maybe even hungry in his eyes. Oscar gets like that when his mind turns, when he’s working on an especially difficult thesis, when the pieces are forming and he can lock into the crucial details.

Lando is a little alarmed at how much he already recognises it, and how much more often he’d like to draw that reaction out. 

“If the facts don’t fit the theory, then reexamine the facts. Right?” Oscar says.

And Lando is there, in the doorway. Conscious that Mrs Kapoor might’ve heard everything, but all the more conscious that there’s a hammering in his heart that he can’t tell is nervousness, or anticipation. 

What’s the stress limit for a joke you’re probably already pushing too far? Lando thinks.

He isn’t sure.

But maybe it’s a thesis worth testing out.  

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(and ok maybe i cheated a little on arranged marriage but i think this is the closest i could get with the contemporary context. thank you @cx-boxbox for the prompt <3)

#landoscar #lando norris #oscar piastri #ln4 #op81 #mctwinks #twinklaren #f1 rpf #asks #wiz.promptfill #<- don't even know if i use this tag lmao but only one way to find out #green card marriages man what a tried and tested excellent trope #also one i've never written before!! so thanks or letting me dabble in the drabble #prompt game #wisteria HCs #why do picture blocks conspire against me lately #they just get so aggressive when i try to put 3 in a row on this device #anyway #yapping

[mcl38]

girl!drivers part six: 81

(series)

#oscar piastri #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 art #u guys.... i struggled so much w this one #her hair gave me nightmares i had to give her a sinead o connor and work from there #i did what any girlie would do w a bad hair day - gave her a braid lmao #currently oscar and lando the only braid girlies #but yeah smths deffo fucked in terms of face proportions bc i had issues w both the hair and the shoulders but it looks fine to me so 🤷🏻‍♀️ #i finished & am posting this on a moving train. dont tell me im not dedicated #oscar #girl drivers tag #mine #100

[lewdo]

Class of 2022… for Seb

#oh god do I need to tag them all #im just gonna tag my faves #sebastian vettel #lewis hamilton #lando norris #pierre gasly #george russell #yuki tsunoda #lance stroll #alex albon #charles leclerc #daniel ricciardo #esteban ocon #valtteri bottas #f1 #formula 1

[russilton]

LETS GO TEAM BRIT 🇬🇧

Good luck out there Boys! It’s your race!

Before anyone gets on my ass about Lando and Alex:

#george russell #lewis hamilton #britcedes #roscoe hamilton #alex albon #lando norris #british gp 2023 #silverstone gp 2023 #Mark’s art tag #I HAD to do SOMETHING #I had to steal penaltyboxbox’s Alex design i was struggling #full credit to them

[coconutshygame]

LANDOOOOO!!!!!!

#lando norris #charles leclerc #do i tag max? #charlando #formula 1 #f1 #monaco 2023 #lestappen

[freeuselandonorris]

landoscar vore kink?!?!?!!!!!!?? god oscar could make him fall apart just by talking about the idea huh, telling him how he’s just so tiny, but it’s okay cause oscar will keep him safe and warm and protected in there ugh lando would cry

sorry your asterisk on the foot kink director’s notes smacked me in the face and now i can’t stop thinking about it i love your brain sm

well, anon, the great tradition of landoscar inspiring me to write kinks i previously had only a passing interest in continues.

context: i mentioned in this post that i think lando is the perfect combination of chronically online, obsesed with being tiny and stimulation-seeking to have a vore kink.

cw for non-violent descriptions of vore fantasy, macrophilia, crying, incredibly mushy romantic goop.

“I’ve been doing some research,” Oscar says, and sits down in Lando’s big, comfortable desk chair. “About your thing that you like.”

He pats his thighs, and Lando levels him with a deeply suspicious look before he sits down, primly, perched on Oscar’s knees like he’s readying himself to jump right back up again.

“You think it’s weird,” Lando says accusingly to the darkened computer screen in front of him, not to Oscar.

Oscar tugs him back, sinking into the soft leather cushioning. “Lando Norris in ‘into weird shit’ shocker.”

Lando makes a sulky sound but finally deigns to lean back against him. Oscar spreads his legs a bit so Lando’s settled between them, Oscar’s thighs either side of his, arms snaking around his waist. He leans in to mouth at the back of Lando’s neck briefly before he speaks again, gratified by the little shiver that ripples down Lando’s spine.

“You wanna tell me about it?” he murmurs against the spit-slick skin. “How you’d want me to do it?”

He hears Lando’s breath hitch, feels him stiffen as he tries to work out whether Oscar’s taking the piss or not. Oscar keeps his breathing slow and deliberate, his body heavy. 

Lando swallows audibly. “I’d – not, like, being ripped apart. Just. Taken in.”

Oscar hums, rubs Lando’s obliques. He’d thought Lando was just watching regular old hentai when he’d walked in on him with his hand down his pants a couple of weeks ago – on his laptop, not even on his phone like a normal person. Oscar had just about had enough time to realise that the girl on-screen was swallowing a tiny, wriggling man, her belly distending, before Lando had noticed him and shrieked and slapped his laptop shut.

“Huh,” had been the only thing Oscar could think to say, eyes caught in a loop between Lando’s bright red face, the closed laptop and his tented jeans.

Now, Oscar spiders his fingers across Lando’s waistband and down, cupping him through his sweatpants. He’s already half-hard, tips his head back to Oscar’s shoulder with a shuddery exhale. 

He leans in so his mouth is right next to Lando’s ear. Normally he’s shit at dirty talk, but this is so out of the realms of what he’d consider sexy chat that it’s somehow fine. It’s storytelling. 

“It’d be pretty easy to get you down in one go without chewing,” he says, letting his voice drop to a rumble. Lando’s breath catches again. “You’re so small, you’d slip right down.”

“Fuck,” Lando mumbles. His hips jerk, cock fattening under Oscar’s hand. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Oscar says, rubbing in slow circles. “And you know I’ve been working out loads this year. Need to keep my protein levels high, ‘cause I’m growing.” 

Lando makes a bitten-off sound. “You’re really big now, compared to me,” he mumbles. 

“That’s right,” Oscar says, soothingly. “I’m getting bigger every day. It’d be easy for me to pick you up, wouldn’t it? Swallow you down. Would you want me to start with your head or your feet?”

He squeezes his thighs around Lando’s, pressing in on him. He can just about see over Lando’s head to where he’s got his fingers curled into the meat of his own thighs, knuckles white.

Lando whines and presses his back into Oscar’s chest. “My feet,” he says, hoarse.

“Right,” Oscar agrees. “Start at the feet, so you feel it all. I mean, you’re tiny, but my throat would still squeeze you so tight, right? You’d slide down so slowly, probably barely be able to breathe.”

He lifts his other arm, wrapping it around Lando’s chest, holding him in place. Lando jolts, nearly smashing Oscar’s nose with the back of his head. He’s breathing fast and shallow, high up in his chest like the very few times Oscar’s seen him having an anxiety attack. For a moment, he worries he’s somehow gone too far.

“You good?” he says, very quiet. Presses a kiss to the soft and vulnerable skin behind Lando’s ear.

“Keep going,” Lando grits out. His voice has gone strange, high and choked.

“Okay,” Oscar says, squeezing Lando closer to him, grinding the heel of his palm against the tip of Lando’s dick through his pants. “So just as you think it’s too much, and you’re gonna suffocate in my throat–” Lando moans and Oscar closes his eyes, has to take a breath, because this might not be his thing but the way Lando’s reacting is doing it for him “–finally you’d manage to free yourself, end up in my stomach.” 

“Yeah,” Lando says. He’s trembling. Oscar racks his brains, trying to remember what he’d read about online.

“Yeah,” he says. “You could just – curl up in there, my stomach would be all stretched out around you. Dark and warm, and you’d just be – I’d keep you in there, safe and, and mine, nobody else could get to you.”

Lando makes a choked noise, like Oscar’s just punched him. Oscar’s sweating now, Lando’s body plastered against his. He’s weirdly light-headed, cock half-hard and pressing against the cleft of Lando’s arse. It’s not just a story anymore. To keep Lando inside him, nestled in the achy space just behind his ribcage that Lando seems to inhabit anyway – he wants it, suddenly and desperately.

“You’d be a part of me,” he gets out past his suddenly constricting throat, licks the sweat from the curve of Lando’s neck. 

Lando says his name, a broken rise-and-fall intonation, and wetness floods across Oscar’s hand.

Oscar holds him through it, blinking away the dizziness. His mouth is dry. Lando’s shoulders are shaking rhythmically; when he turns his head, Oscar realises with a jolt of worry that his cheeks are wet, tears streaking the tanned skin, disappearing into the light thatch of his beard.

“Oh God,” Oscar says involuntarily. “Are you alright?”

Lando makes a noise that could be a laugh or a sob. He sniffles, brings one big hand up to scrub at his eyes. “M’fine. It was. That was – thanks.”

Oscar brings a thumb up, brushes the wet from Lando’s matted eyelashes. “You’re fine,” he says, gentle. Lando takes a shuddering breath. “Hey, reckon we’d finally beat Max if I assimilated your racing skill into mine?”

It’s a stupid comment, but it has the desired effect; Lando gives a hiccupy laugh, relaxing against him. “Maybe,” he says. “Not sure we’d pass the FIA weight restrictions.”

Oscar hums. “I’ll ask Zak next time we’re at MTC.” 

Lando turns in his arms, pulling a face that could be in response to Zak or the rapidly cooling mess in his pants.

“I would, you know,” Oscar says quickly, before their lips meet. “If I could. If you wanted.”

Lando smiles, eyes red and hazy, the tender skin beneath still wet with tears. Despite it all, he looks happier than Oscar’s seen him in months. “I know.” 

#do i put this in the main pairing tag? #yeah fuck it why not #landoscar #lando norris/oscar piastri #mctwinks #ps if anyone puts this anywhere NEAR anyone who knows the drivers irl i swear i will hunt you down #prompt fill #answered #ln4 #op81

[thursdaythunder]

his eyes are so pretty, i want them to watch me while i fall apart underneath him

idk where that really came from but now i'm having fanfiction ideas for this

#my 34 WIP's are crying in my drafts #f1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #lando norris #logan sargeant #lewis hamilton #osclo #f1 fanfic #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri #loscar fanfic #loscar #im just tagging everything bc idk what im doing #i can for the love of god not start another fanfic #i have a very good marrige AU for mallum almost done #so be excited #im spoiling my own plans in my tags lol #nina writes fanfiction

[landinrris]

ohmygod you have GOT to write a drabble about the norrix shirtgate of march 2024 ™️ please

Oh ho ho something like this? Last night Taylor wrote some dialogue that popped into my head (as I have been doing lately), and this afternoon Taylor fleshed it out a bit. This is more in line with a reaction to the shirt + the Instagram photo, but still, same idea and same crazy.

Lando’s just finishing toweling his hair when his phone starts ringing. It’s nine in the morning— probably Max calling to see where he is and if he can have another fifteen minutes on their scheduled meet-up time.

The caller ID isn’t Max though. It’s Martin, a selfie of the two of them from Australia smiling up at Lando from where his phone is sitting on the bathroom counter. Lando quickly counts back the ten-hour time difference and is surprised Martin’s even still awake after the long day he’s had.

Beggars can’t be choosers though. Lando slides his finger across the answer button and presses the speakerphone before Martin has a chance to say anything. “Hello?” 

Lando directs his attention back to his reflection in the mirror and sets about sorting out the tangled mop on top of his head.

“Are you trying to get me to out myself?” Martin asks point-blank, sounding semi-serious. Given the hour, he could also just be tired.

Lando’s fingers pause in his hair, and he glances back down at the phone as if it holds all the answers. “In what way?” It clicks in the few seconds between Lando finishing his question and Martin speaking again. He could easily correct himself but finds he wants to hear Martin admit to whatever embarrassing reaction he had to Lando’s post.

“Those pictures? In the shirt you stole from me? You did that on purpose.”

Lando can’t help the self-satisfied and questioning hum that makes it past his lips. Because Martin's right, almost. He didn't originally set out with the intention to take the photos wearing that shirt, but Lando woke up missing Martin a little harder in his jet-lagged state than he was prepared to. So, he shrugged on the shirt he’d stolen on the tail end of their France trip even though everyone would inevitably trace the origin of it. (Lando had caught Max trying to pretend he wasn’t looking at first, but rather than put him out of his misery, Lando let him stew.)

And then they'd stumbled across the new art that hadn't been in the graffiti alley last year. Max had looked at him knowingly, suggestively, this time not hiding what he was trying to infer, and Lando had taken the bait. 

Only later, as he was looking through the photos, up early again because of jet lag, did Lando decide fuck it. 

He and Martin talked about their plans for the year while they were in Vietnam, zipped inside their tent for the night and alone with their thoughts. They're not hiding anymore per se, themselves or their relationship. Lando’s finished with not just posting whatever the hell he wants because of what it’ll eventually look like. 

Hide in plain sight, Martin agreed.

Now Martin groans somewhat dramatically. “Menno had to take my phone. My fingers were hovering over the keyboard for too long and he caught me.”

“They were not.” Because there’s no way. If Lando didn’t know better, he’d think Martin was reacting to the more blatant thirst traps in his .mov post.

“Lando, baby, have you seen the photos? And you didn't warn me. What do you expect me to do when you’re sitting there looking comfortable and proud like that?” 

Just the implication makes Lando's face warm and his chest ache. It’s at least another month before they see each other in China, and the days feel exponentially long looking at a calendar. “I expect you to be a normal human who doesn’t feel like risking it all over an aesthetic picture. At least wait until I post another thirst trap,” Lando muses. He turns to prop his hip up against the counter and picks up the phone to bring it closer to his face to pull up Instagram.

Most of the comments are normal, taking the aesthetic at face value. A few people play into the tone of the bubblegum pink hearts. A few more seem to have the nerve to call him on what he’s trying to do.

“Post a thirst trap and see what happens.”

The smile that spreads across Lando’s face hurts his cheeks. “Maybe that’s in tomorrow’s dump. Guess you’re gonna have to go to bed to find out.”

A huff of laughter from Martin’s side of the phone might as well be music to Lando’s ears. “Fine, you freak. You can tell me about everything when I’m not about to fall asleep. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Can’t wait. Talk to you later.” The line goes quiet, much to Lando’s disappointment. He swears he could talk to Martin forever and not get bored— about everything and nothing at all. When Martin calls him at the end of his day, rested and recovered, Lando’s sure he’ll hear all about how the half marathon went. He’ll be on the brink of passing out himself, but he won’t care. He’ll lay there listening and counting down the days until next time.

#don't ask me why i just like writing their phone conversations but i have approximately 5 (including this) snippets of just convos #I think the idea is to maybe do something with them eventually but here's this one for now #norrix #writing tag #lando #martin

[brasiliangp]

2023 F1 opening titles

#ugh do I have to tag everyone #lewis hamilton #george russell #charles leclerc #carlos sainz #max verstappen #sergio perez #lando norris #oscar piastri #pierre gasly #esteban ocon #valteri bottas #zhou guanyu #alex albon #logan sargeant #lance stroll #fernando alonso #yuki tsunoda #nyck de vries #kevin magnussen #nico hulkenberg #video

[formulaonedirection]

No like why did he shield his own head and then saw Lando wasn’t covering his and so he had to make his job to protect Lando’s head because they take care of each other because Lando catches bugs for Max and acts calm about it even though six weeks ago he was screaming bloody murder at a bug because Max made the house a safe space for Lando to come home to after a tiring race because Lando gave him a purpose when he was having the worst year of his life because they’re baby best friends and now they’re mini adult best friends and this story has no ending because some things are just forever!!!!!!

#KILL ME ABOUT IT #these are all real things that happened. in front of us. #not to say the shit we don't see. #FUCK YOU FREAKS!!!!!!!!!!! #what do I even tag this #*mando #max f #lando