#is the little miss meme over

[enderjade]

little miss has to build a heart shaped nether portal ♡

#is the little miss meme over #yes #do i care #no #minecraft #minecraft build #aesthetic minecraft #minecraft shaders #mc java edition #mc build #minecraft build inspiration #nether #minecraft nether #nether portal #nether portal build #minecraft aesthetic #minecraft lockscreen #minecraft background #mineblr #minecraft survival

[muzzlemouths]

Muzz!!! Hello I hope you're doing well waa!

I hope you're sleeping also!! squints my eyes at you (affectionate)

KIBS!!!! HELLO KIBBS HI. I'm doing alright thank you for asking!! I hope YOU are doing FANTASTIC!!!!!! don't look at my sleep schedule though. it's fine I promise it's FINE but don't. look at it ok

#hi Kibs not to sound dramatic or anything but um. this ask made me sniffle. a little #i WISH i was joking but that's how things are rn #i have been feeling a little Not Great about my lack of presence over here on this webbed site #because I miss you I miss my friends #and I don't participate in the many many discord group chats i'm in because I am shy and bad at initiating conversation #and i don't participate in magmas because i'm too self conscious for magmas #but that just leaves me in a corner ALONE like a LOSER while everyone else is partying. like that one meme #which is something i could totally fix myself in under a day if i just got myself out there but that has yet to happen #ALL OF THIS TO SAY #I was touched by you reaching out and I'm going to be hugging this ask to my chest for the next few hours. days even #THANK YOU ILU I LOVE MY FRIENDS. I HOPE YOUR DAY/NIGHT IS WONDERFUL AND YOU GET LOTS OF SLEEP

[sickmachete]

do you ever just get hit with a wave of grief when you think about people you don’t talk to anymore? like i’m over my ex but every so often something will remind me of her and even though i’ve moved on it’ll be like a punch to the gut (sending this to you because i know you went through heartbreak a few months ago so hopefully you get it, sorry if this ask makes you uncomfortable !)

i think the thing that still gets me about it is that more than anything you end up losing a good friend. like just putting aside all the breakup drama BS for a second losing someone like that so abruptly when theyd been such a big part of your life for so long fuckin sucks and it really does take some time to get fully used to

so yeah i get it. we're in this together anon hand in lovable hand

#asks #for me we were a horrible match and im angry about a lot of things but mostly im just sorta sad #the stuff i encounter in my day to day that i normally wouldve shown her have nowhere to go now #like what am i meant to do with all these pictures of her special interest i keep seeing that i know shed love #my first reflex is to send them to her even tho i cant anymore. its a rough transition to get used to #insert the everything reminds me of her meme but /neg shdgfdhs #i dont miss her in the sense that i want things to go back to how they used to be #or even that i really want her back in my life at all anymore if im honest #but i do still sometimes miss the little things #bc it fr is those little reminders thatll get to you #but thats just how it goes #and being over someone doesnt mean you arent still allowed to grieve #so hey. heres to healing and rebuilding a new normal 🍻

[gibbearish]

> be me

> never send asks bc im scared ill mess something up

> type up lots of asks but never end up sending them

> finally type up an ask i feel like i can send

> check over it a dozen times to make sure im not missing anything

> send

> didn't actually read urls right

> sent ask to wrong person entirely

> mfw

#ik theres supposed to be a picture if they put mfw just use ur imagination #maybe that one meme of the guy in the blue shirt smoking looking super resigned #its good its fun like its a small thing so im not upset upset but it is def frustrating that this kinda thing always happens to me #i already know i check and recheck things excessively its one of the reasons im like 99% sure i have ocd #but i still. always miss something big and obvious #not specifically with asks just in general things i spend forever going over to make sure theyre perfect always end #up having something glaringly wrong with it that i just somehow didn't process at all #it gets frustrating cause it starts to feel like no matter how hard i check itll never be enough but also that can't be true #because i almost never see this kinda thing happening to everyone else‚ people just Send Asks without having to spend an hour agonizing #over it and nothing ends up being wrong with it. so clearly they're doing /something/ to be able to notice that stuff and im just. #not doing that thing. but i dont know what else i could do it's always something i never even thought to consider #it's like the whole 'expect the unexpected' thing‚ something truly unexpected will be something i. cant think of #so how am is supposed to think it ahead of time #so yeah its. hard #im tryin to stay positive esp bc i know this really was a minor funny one not an actual Problem i caused but #s just a little hard sometimes when it feels like my brain wont cooperate with my no matter how hard i try to think

[blindedguilt]

🔁 |[HIT ME. ♥]|

"You're going to get us killed." - Interaction Rewrite Prompts!

For Leonard, the weight of a child's blood upon his weapon was heavier than anything else he had handled before in his lifetime.

He hadn't the honour to have even called it the first, but different from his brothers, who had found their end directly by the blades of the Empire, there was no hope for the blame of responsibility to be lifted off his shoulders now that he had wielded that same blade himself.

Leonard's breathing was panicked and uneven. A cold sweat ran down his back as the sensation of the light body being flung backwards shot once more through his arms - he felt ill. Had he died? Had he done away with his life in that forest and been sentenced to hell? Perhaps it was all a punishment, an eternity spent in war, ending the lives of children just as he had his brothers. The screams had sounded too familiar for comfort.

He couldn't, couldn't bring himself to fight. The stakes didn't come to him. The seal didn't exist to him. The usually tranquil forest had roared with the sounds of the clashing steel, the hurried footsteps, the cries and mockery of the faerie - something like the dragon's voice had called his name in harsh rebuke, and whether it truly was her or Caim, Leonard didn't understand and stumbled blindly back to the garrisons in a piteous attempt to flee.

Too cowardly to die, and too starved to survive.

All that was clear to him against the roar of noise was his own breathing, the feeling of his heart pounding in its chest, and the crushing weight of the guilt from that thought repeating itself in his head like a mantra. Leonard struggled to break out of it - do or say something that could stop this madness. Anything. A sickened cry sounded at the sound of the mercenary's own cold reproach, and the hermit struggled to respond.

"Caim, please...!"

He had tried to utter words, either protest or a plea, but his throat had grown tight and left only a quiet whimper. Was that all he could do? Beg...? Leonard's weapon trembled in his hands. He was truly weak... He could have done more than beg. Just like his brothers, there was a thought that told him that he could have saved them. But, it was all the same. His family murdered for the sake of shameful pleasure. The blood of children spilled only for his own protection - his own cowardice to even die correctly. All for himself, a pathetic existence unable to even lift a finger against the slaughter of children.

Some wretched noise, a ragged fight for strained breath against the pounding heart in his chest, could be heard against the armoured thumps of bodies against the ground. Even from a distance, Leonard's frozen body could be seen trembling uncontrollably. The polearm dangled limply from his hands.

"They are only mere children...!"

The last uttered words before the hermit collapsed to his knees were a heart-wrenching sob.

Not a voice of disgust, but a cry in horror.

#||Reply||:Caim #{/without you i lose my mind.... GIVE ME A CAAAA~IIIIMMMM} #{/the way i JUMPED when i got this though!!! ! bri! caim!!! hello!!!!! that's my fucking guy right there!} #{/dreams DO come true!!} #{/BUT LIKE; LISTEN.} #{/THIS IS E X T R A SPECIAL BECAUSE YOU KNOW WHAT??? IT'S NOT JUST THE FIRST LEONARD-CAIM INTERACTION} #{/BUT LIKE} #{/LITERALLY HIS FIRST INTERACTION EVER!!!! this was the first ask i got on this blog!!!} #{/so that made it VERY hard to read lmao BUT I WAS SO HAPPY TO REDO THIS ONE IN PARTICULAR GOD BLESS} #{/both for its personal significance and ALSO as i mentioned} #{/the old ask makes me cringeeeeee.....} #{/this still could be better but here's the thing: it IS better compared to that lmao} #{/i really do wanna dive into leonard's likely trauma post-leonard's regret regarding that... <w<} #{/i would also KILL to see caim's whole retrospective on that someday as well omg} #{/BUT SERIOUSLY BRI TYSM FOR THE CAIMMMMM I MISS THAT NASTY LITTLE SHITGOBLIN SO MUCHHHHH <3333 it really brought me back QwQ} #{<- may or may not have taken so long on this because i was busy reading through old asks/replies and reminiscing} #{/i mean it when i say it now: leonard will be back in full swing SOON. after i get this last ask figured out and his DS1 verse established #{/im sending in the memes i have in my.......... 90 saved drafts folder lmao} #{/i keep PANICKING over all my drafts and literally a majority of it is just misc writing things that aren't even for this blog and memes} #{/either way; AGAIN; thank you so much for the ask!! i hope its at least better than the old one lmao} #{/and im so happy to write for caim again!!!! give him all my well wishes dhfbdfkjhbdkfj}

[zoomingupthathilla]

max, why do you even try? nobody wants you around. you're a waste of space. you let your brother die, your stepdad left you, and now your mom has to work more than ever to make up for what YOU did.

.. A waste of space, that was what got her. The redhead already did her best to fade away. To be a mere ghost of herself. Disappear in the sea of people, no one would notice, right? Hands balling into fists, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she tries to stay calm. Tried to remain as if she were unaffected. Unfortunately her face gave her away, she wasn't okay. Hadn't been okay since that night at the mall.

"No one wants me around? You don't think I know that?" She questioned, her gaze fixated on whatever was in front of her. Not even seeing the object, but looking through it. "...Neil can rot in hell for all I care. He is the true waste of space. Sad pathetic excuse of a father." If they were trying to make her hurt with that statement, they failed. The only thing it truly made her was angry, irritated, livid. Neil meant nothing to her, why couldn't he have taken Billy's place?

"I didn't do anything.." And that was the problem. She did nothing, watched while Billy died. Watched as he was possessed. "I didn't do... anything."

#anonymous #;answered asks #meme(s) #{whatever it is -- whatever you do ; try not to miss it. #--this is a little all over the place ; soooo sorry

[seventh-district]

why have i suddenly been gripped with the desire to get back into fishkeeping

#Seven.txt #fish stuff #fishkeeping #fish keeping #fishblr #i’m not complaining cause i’ve lowkey missed feeling so passionate about the hobby but. my brain couldn’t have picked a less convenient tim #me: trying to spend less money and manage my time better #my brain: hey hey hey you know what you should do? you should get back into a really expensive and time-consuming hobby!!! it’ll be fun!!! #and i mean. it’s not like i truly ever got out of it i just sort of dialed back the number of tanks and fish i have over the past few years #so i’ve currently got a bunch of empty tanks and equipment sitting around collecting dust #i do still have three fish that i thought would be my last for a While. i’ve had them for a number of years and they’re all old by now #so i’m just trying to help them live the rest of their days as comfortably as they can #well. Paprika and Thing One are near their end but in spite of the Mystery Growth on Thing Two’s head that little guy is still doing fine #so he could still be here for awhile. who knows. but anyways #fishkeeping was one of my first really intense and long lasting special interests/hyperfixations so it’s such a strange feeling #to have it come back so strongly and for no obvious reason. but. that’s the nature of fixations i suppose! #insert Drake and Josh ‘I do not control the hyperfixation’ meme here #anyways. the project to finally set up the 75gal that’s been sitting empty for years is finally underway!!! so that’s exciting! #now i’ve got to make a list of things i need and find somewhere to set up a quarantine tank. hrmmm #and also cry over the fact that the filter i need is 200 dollars ahahahaaaaa why did my brain have to latch onto this hobby oh my god #oh man. i’ve gotta order the snails and activated media before the weather gets any warmer or they’ll cook in the bag on the way here ugh #This Post Brought To You By- me sitting here refreshing my email every 10 mins. waiting for Cynthia to let me know if she still has #these two adorable Sakura Ranchus avaliable to purchase. i mean. they were listed in Sep. 2021 so i will be Shocked if she still has them #but maybe the universe will smile upon me and i'll get lucky!

[stillcominback]

💕😌💕

#i actually got a little writing and stuff done over the weekend for the first time in like 900 years basically??? #( all queued ) ** #my activity is going to forever be Very Slow™ across the board but! i miss plotting and having some fun lil' things to write occasionally! #💕💕💕 #ANYWAY!! i also reblogged some memes on my sidebloggies that i would love to get like some interactions / plots going on! #( ofc i would love more plots and things for rick too but !! ) #i don't wanna clog my blog here with all my promos but most of them are linked in my pinned post! got muses for many vibes / flavors #ALSO tbh if you find memes you like and just wanna send them to literally any of my muses?? feel free!! #ANYWHO! hope you're all doing great and know i literally adore you all #00. // OUT OF AMMO ( OOC POST. )

[mars-ipan]

i’ve just done the funniest thing i will EVER do for a school project

#we have to make a film for an english project #and my group decided we were gonna do a plastic surgeon who makes killer clones of his patients #so he can make the world beautiful #it was gonna be serious. but then we named him Dr. Orlando and it all went from there #anyways. dr orlando is gonna have a vision board of his perfect world #tonight i made all of the papers that are gonna go /on/ that board #the only story relevant ones are before and after photos of both of the patients he takes in in the story #everything else i got free reign over #so we have: #kill laugh love sign #keep calm and clone on sign #images of shitty people who had plastic surgery that he idolizes #(jeffree star oli what’shisface and those twins. idk if the twins are bad people but twins felt fun) #(also a hapsburg for the insane jaw) #images of fictional characters who LOOK like they had plastic surgery #(spiderus from miss spider’s sunny patch. dr orlando projects onto him like a kinnie) #(also wesley stickler) #a megamind ‘no bitches’ meme #(no plastic surgery? (i realized after that i should have made it say no botox but too little too late) #and a sheet of ‘burn faces’ (stock photos of normal people that he has called ugly and scribbled on. my fav is the group of children) #so. this is my magnum opus and i need to be in the credits for it #i’m already gonna be in the credits for the characters i play but. the kill laugh love vision board i need come on #i can’t go unrecognized on that

[six-improbable-things]

*running in circles, bouncing off the walls*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am having many Emotions.

#I am having emotions I was not prepared for #morrigan.text #where's that meme that's like ? #that's me right now #partly because critical role but also there's about 4 other things that are contributing to my general wildness at this moment #and those would be: #1) I missed a conversation about the Grishaverse in a discord serve I'm in which prompted my Many Opinions to rise to the surface #2) I answered an ask earlier that's scheduled for tomorrow that's about how my OCs define love. It breaks me a little. #3) I'm still not over Doctor Who and I saw my post about Smile and Thin Ice and I was reminded of my Many Thoughts about season 10's finale #4) I have just been generally emotionally unstable the past couple days and that is probably (definitely) playing a part in this

[etherealblasphemy]

well there’s lots of desert in the desert southwest

#so i was gone for 3 weeks because i was doing a summer course #we traveled over the sw to a bunch of different national parks #and learned about geology and archaeolgy #and a little bit of paleontology #it was really cool but now i'm really tired #anyways if i missed any particularly good tumblr memes please send them my way

[mommalosthermind]

@staff. I am begging you to go back to having tags be yelling into the void instead of having them on main. Or at least be able to toggle that off. I’m not digging having folks either attempt to tag police me on how I reblog random shit or having *their* yelling into the void stamped onto my retinas.

‘You’ve clearly reblogged this image of an egg and you tagged it ‘almost chicken’ and that morally offends me’—‘you tagged this character in a way that annoys me,’ —‘how dare you use this ship tag on your reblog that doesn’t even show up anywhere but your own blog but I don’t like that ship and since tags are now slapped right onto notifications I’m going to harass you about it,’ —‘can you not express your own opinions on anything ever thanks,’—‘ I read and then wildly misinterpreted some random anecdote you threw in the tags and now imma be weird about it,’

I’m talking. To myself. Because when I melted into the puddle of goo that cannot leave, tags were silent, unless you actively went digging. Like. Maybe I’m the grumpy one here, but I miss that.

Unless I am an idiot and there is a way to turn off visible tags, in which case: I am a whole ass idiot.

#there would probably be a lot less drama in the tags that way tbh. #throwing literally anything into the maw of the internet means you lose All control over it immediately. #fic. art. gifs. meme. whatever. it’s been released and it is no longer yours. #I guess it’s true with the tag chatter #I’ve released wierd little butterflies #kinda miss when this was a cute secret void tho ngl #no there wasn’t actually unborn chicken discourse I just picked a thing and since I’ve spend hours scrubbing the fridge #I thought of eggs I dunno #gotta wonder if the Dont Tag My Stuff As Ship or whatever movement is part of visible tags #or if it’s the Fandom Nature swinging all the way back to Anne Rice #I’m tired. why is it so hard to just. let people have their wierd little happy things. #I do not care what you’re doing in your weird corner why do you care what I’m doing in mine?? #that last one is… applicable to entirely too many things JFC #how do visible tags not drive people who do Big Numbers utterly insane though.

[insipid-drivel]

Baby Boomers had a cinnamon challenge they won’t talk about that may be the reason why toothpick-chewers in classic movies are seen as cool

My mother is 65 and right bang in the middle of the Baby Boomer generation, but she’s very cool and does her best to be and stay woke, keep up with shifts in vernacular, and takes care to do things like make sure she’s strict with getting pronouns correct, etc. Her meme game is a little lagging, and she only just discovered the cinnamon challenge. I was surprised to see her... not surprised. If anything, she seemed a bit pleased and said, “Yep, kids are still kids.”

I stared at her for a while. “What do you mean?” I asked her. She’s seen other ancient memes like planking and never had that reaction before. Seeing the cinnamon challenge was downright satisfying to her.

She looked me dead in the face and said, “Sweetheart, I grew up in a time when you could get crystal meth over the counter at the pharmacy. They were called diet pills then.”

“Whaaaaaaat.” I knew that Nazi Germany passed meth around like candy, but that was in the 30′s and 40′s. I had just figured it had been prohibited already in America by the time my mom was growing up. “Did you have a cinnamon challenge or something in school?” I finally asked.

She half-nodded and half-shrugged and said, “Similar. You couldn’t have candy or gum in school when I was growing up. It was about 1969 in San Francisco and parents were starting to limit cigarette smoking to kids under 18, too, so a lot of my school friends were squirming all day long with nothing to at least chew on.”

“What did they do instead, mom?” I asked suspiciously, because she would not bring this subject up after I had explained to her that the cinnamon challenge was dangerous because of how horrible it is to accidentally inhale it into your airways.

“Well... Back when I was in school, you could get cinnamon extract from the pharmacy. It was just cinnamon suspended in canola oil, and you could use it for cooking or treating a skin fungus. Stuff like that,” she explained. “So the boys at my school would take toothpicks and dip them in the cinnamon extract. That’s why chewing on a toothpick was so common back then. If you were trying to quit smoking or couldn’t have chewing gum, you could carry a little bottle of flavor extract about the size of a bottle of nail polish in your pocket and dip a toothpick in it. Then you’d have something to chew on that the teachers hadn’t banned, and you could hide them in your cheek easily.”

“So what did the boys at your school get into, mother?” I asked again. We were still on the topic of ridiculous memes. This had to go somewhere.

She smirked. “Well, after a while, the boys started noticing that the cinnamon extract from the pharmacy was spicy. It burned. So it started to get to be a challenge to see how many cinnamon toothpicks you could hold in your mouth at once. It got so bad that kids would get blisters and burns on their mouths from it, and you could tell if someone had a few of them tucked in their cheek in class because their face would turn red from the neck up like a cartoon.”

“Why have I never heard about this?”

She wasn’t done. “Finally, the teachers figured out what everyone was doing and it became a pretty big deal. Cinnamon extract started getting banned or restricted to adults. Then they banned toothpicks for sale to anyone under 18, too. That’s why it was a sign of being cool, particularly among guys, to walk around with a toothpick in your mouth. It either meant you had a fake ID or that you were 18.”

I stared at her for a long time. “Mom, why didn’t they just use hot sauce? It was California. Didn’t you have peppers?”

Without missing a beat, my 65-year-old mother replied, “Honey, we were white as fuck.”

#baby boomers #classic memes #prehistoric memes #cinnamon challenge #memes #white people things

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

#percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #percabeth #molly mumbles

[vivwritesfics]

(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Nine - Cough Cough I'm Sick

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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(idk who sorts out the media stuff so i just said marketing manager)

Series Masterlist

Here's the thing, it was exactly what it looked like. Max let out a laugh as he looked at the papaya drivers panicked. "Relax," he said quickly and walked out of the driver's room. "I'll meet you both outside."

Y/N and Lando looked at each other as Max shut the door. "Fuck," she whispered as she pulled her clothes back onto her body. She swapped Landos shirt for her own.

Wordlessly, Y/N left his drivers room. She pushed past Max and sped walked out of the track. She was so fucking stupid - this was why they had those rules in the first place!

And now that Max knew, what was going to happen?

She didn't sleep that night, anxiety overtaking her. For the first time of the grand prix weekend, Y/N checked her phone. She went onto her private account, went to the for you page (for the memes) and was immediately flooded with pictures of her in Landos hoodie. Fuck, that was right. She was wearing Landos hoodie.

She didn't know if Lando went to the club with Max, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and tried to get some sleep.

***

They'd been home for two days and they hadn't slept together. It was unusual, but Lando couldn't blame her, especially after what had happened in Spain.

He missed her. Which, this time just a few months ago, would have felt impossible. But he really did miss her, everything about her.

She didn't entirely avoid him, but it felt like she didn't want him anymore. They hadn't properly spoken since the grand prix, almost like they weren't even friends anymore.

Lando kept himself busy. He gamed and streamed a lot, rarely giving himself time to think about the little hole in his heart.

It was an overreaction, Y/N knew. But she was terrified of the consequences that they'd inevitably get. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn't mean it wasn't coming.

The next week was the Canadian grand prix. For every grand prix since they began living together, Y/N and Lando had travelled together. One of them would usually drive to the grand prix, taking it in turns.

This time, though, Y/N travelled alone. She made her own way to the grand prix, over thinking and then sleeping on the flight.

Lando hadn't realised she'd left. He knocked on her bedroom and pushed it open. "Y/N?" He called, but she wasn't there, already on her way to Canada.

Obviously, Y/N arrived before him. She’d slept on the flight, sure, but she still made her way to her bedroom for a nap. Exhaustion gripped her as she got under the blankets and closed her eyes, still in her travelling clothes.

When Y/N woke up, there was insistent knocking on her hotel room door. “Fine, alright!” She shouted, her voice croaky. Her throat killed as she pulled open the door and came face to face with the McLaren marketing manager. “Hey,” Y/N said, rubbing at her eyes.

“You’re meant to be doing media things with Lando,” the marketing manager said quickly.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath and checked the time on her phone. Had she really been asleep for that long? “Okay, I’ll get dressed.”

She shut the door and got changed. What she would have loved to do was take a shower, but with the way the marketing manager was talking, she definitely didn’t have time.

As soon as she was dressed, Y/N followed the marketing manager down to the lobby of the hotel. Outside there was a car waiting for her. She climbed into the back seat and pressed her head against the cool window as they drove towards the track.

Somehow, she fell asleep in the car once again. She woke up to somebody shaking her shoulder, and was quick to follow them into the McLaren hospitality unit. Her had swam as she walked, but she ignored it; she had a job to do.

It was the first time she had seen Lando since she left their apartment. “Hey,” she said through a croaky voice as she sat in the seat beside him.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lando, his arm resting on the sofa behind her.

Y/N quickly moved it. She nodded her head and looked at the camera in front of them as a member of staff past her and Lando question cards.

***

She was sick. That was clear to anyone as she threw up into her bathroom. But to her, it was just stress. She’d had a taste of her first win and she wanted more. Th thought of trying to keep being consistent was making her so stressed that she was coming across sick.

She threw up before qualifying. How she made it all the way to Q3, she didn’t know, but she struggled to qualify in the top five. As soon as qualifying was done, Y/N rushed back to the hotel room while the team at McLaren took care of the media for her. She managed to avoid fans as she was driven back to the hotel.

As soon as she was in her room as she asleep on her bed, still wearing the McLaren shirts and shorts that she had left the circuit in. She didn’t even climb under the covers before falling asleep, her head just about on the pillow.

Again, she woke up to somebody knocking at her door. Again, she reluctantly stood up and pulled open the door.

Only this time, it was Lando on the other side of the door. “Shit,” he whispered as he looked at her. “You look…”

“Like shit,” Y/N answered for him.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked again and Y/N nodded, leaning her forehead against the wood of the door frame. But Lando clearly didn’t believe her. He stared at her, raising his eyebrows, waiting for her to take it back, to tell him that she was feeling as terrible as she looked.

Still, she couldn’t admit it. Lando tried to walk past her, to get into her room, but she stood in his way. “What do you want, Lando?”

“I want you to admit that you’re sick and let me take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me,” she said, somewhat stubbornly.

So, Lando grabbed a hold of her shoulders and forced his way into her room. He sat the door behind him and sat her on the bed. “Talk to me,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying back against her pillows.

“About what?” She spat back, crossing her arms as she looked out of the window.

“About why you’re not talking to me.”

She visibly deflated. Fuck, she had missed him, but their last time had scared her enough to keep her away. No, he was just asking to get into her head before the race.

“Max hasn’t told anybody, you know,” he said, leaning forward and placing his large hand on her shoulder. “He’s not going to.”

Y/N twitched her head towards him, but she didn’t say anything.

“We could go back to the way we were, you know,” Lando continued. “I… I miss you and I want to go to how we were.”

She let out a sob and wiped beneath her eyes. She missed it too. Missed him. “I-“ but she couldn’t say more than that.

Wordlessly she crawled towards him. she laid down beside him, placing her head on his chest. “Lando, we can’t tonight,” she said.

“I know,” he responded with a nod. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick!” She insisted.

“You’re sick.”

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#Seven’s Public Diary #vent #cw vent post #every single time i think i’m ready to head back over to SunMoonTwt i open the app. switch to my S&M account. and immediately see some shit #that makes me be like ‘yeah no i’m gonna have to give it a few more days’ #i’d say lmao but it’s not even funny at this point i just. ugh. wish i didn’t feel so conflicted about it #it’s not about the content being made that’s still great i don’t have any issues with that. that’s the whole reason i wanna come back! #there’s a lot of great writers and artists over there and i don’t like missing out on their stuff! #but there’s also the p e o p l e #and it just. how do i put this… #opening SunMoonTwt feels like walking into a room where everyone else is already paired off into their little groups and ur just #standing there looking like a fool with no friends. it feels like everyone already knows everyone and anyone else that tries to involve #themselves with or participate in the conversations gets looked at like that meme of everyone staring at u w/ disgust during a party #it feels like walking in on a conversation that ur obviously not a part of #and i wish i could just ignore all of that and read the fics and admire the art and post my silly little ideas #but i can’t and i know it’s a me problem and i’m just overthinking things and that’s why i left in the first place #i can’t tell for sure but it’s probably just all in my head and no one else sees it how i do #but god if it doesn’t feel like i’ve walked into the wrong room when i scroll through my TL and see everyone interacting like they’ve known #each other forever. and i guess that’s just because i joined the party late. i dunno. i feel like the odd one out everywhere i go it’s just #amplified over there since all of the top creators seem to have this connection to each other that i’m scared to encroach on #i always feel like i’m gonna say or post the wrong thing. and it doesn’t help when i see some of them come together and shit-talk other #people in the community indirectly / behind their back. it makes me feel like i could be the next person to say something that gets taken #the wrong way and they’d be telling each other how much they can’t stand me and i’d never know #man. fandom twitter shouldn’t feel like high school cliques and drama all over again but it does sometimes #it just seems like u say one wrong word and everyone’s gonna dog-pile on u and rip u to pieces #the best way i can put it is like. leaving twitter and coming back to tumblr feels like how it was to leave school after a long day of #struggling to fit in with the popular crowd and finally getting to flop down on the couch at home and read a book and just be yourself #anyways. i’m sure i’m just overreacting and it’s not actually that bad. maybe i’m just not cut out for twitter with how bad my RSD is #it’s late and i’m tired and feeling bad so there’s a good chance i’ll delete this in the morning #just needed to get all these thoughts out or i was gonna explode