crash this car&take a photo

they should make a kind of person who you can hurt and kill and it doesn't matter

oh they do its called the Other

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

anyways this is proof omega lando would #abortthatthing

while we all know that 60% of the things that leave lando's mouth are said with the sole purpose of making oscar laugh i somehow just noticed that after telling a joke lando goes completely still for a moment, he actually holds his fucking breath (sometimes he gets so focused he bites his lips too) and starts laughing only after oscar does. and man he looks so ridiculously relieved when oscar laughs, you can see the tension leaving his shoulders when he finally lets his breath out as he starts laughing. lando get up please you're a world champion now you're embarrassing yourself.

apparently the williams car is showing up fat and wearing jeans?

YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU HAVE A CAR. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. IT'S A PHYSICAL CAR. YOU'RE A REGULAR GUY. IT'LL GO TO PRE-SEASON TESTING. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU CAN MAKE A PRESS STATEMENT. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. YOU CAN PASS CRASH TESTS. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. THE CAR ISN'T HAUNTED. YOU'RE A REGULAR TEAM. GROVE IS A REAL PLACE.

Lost another mutual to the hockey show. So few of us remain, and I fear we cannot hold out for much longer. We cannot get out. They have taken the bridge and the second hall. The end comes soon. We cannot get out. We hear drums, drums in the deep. They are coming...