Oscar Polite Cat-ing

🤨 low q oscar eyebrow dump

#spreading the good wishes #this year dudes

#genius at its peak if you ask me #carcar #just dying over here

The Adventures of Carcar (part 1???)

I feel like the watermark on the beam from the spaceship and the fact that their expressions never change just really tie this together.

okay FINE i will get into brocedes, please recommend me your fave fics

the three fandom greats are:

Kellogg's Frosties and video games where nico comes back to racing and is lewis' teammate for the 2022 season

and

the art of saying goodbye by lost_decade who is THE brocedes writer

and

sing myself a lullaby by kaytheologie, a 46k canon compliant non linear retelling upto 2022 and it's a/b/o

adding a FOURTH fandom great

on the faultline by limabina which is a gorgeous 47k brocedes canon, with 2023 reconciliation. references so much of what happened irl down to nitty gritty details. abaolutely gorgeous fic

then here is some required reading fic recs (the monaco fic is one of my favourite fics of all time in fandom. perfect characterization. also the one where nico goes to university... I think of her constantly.)

oh oh also this the trajectory of Trojan asteroids by redpaint !!! where Nico on a bezos like mission goes to space and records messages to lewis and it hurts me so exquisitely

dirty valentine series by sionisjuane is THE 2023 brocedes reconciliation but also SO THEM. she just gets the dynamic like no other. also recc all her other brocede seals

and here are fics recs specifically based on reconciliation (the two lists might have some overlap)

lost_decade's entire catalogue. like just go thru it.

and c's reccs !!

#oh I will reblog this hell yes

@oscar-piastri

REBLOG PLEASE OR I DELETE THIS

"Oscar is too young" -'99 baby, Lando Norris

And then, as if to prove it right, he and logan don't know a queen lyrics 😭

JEALOUSY

Charles had never experienced jealousy. When you were Charles Leclerc, there were very few things you had a reason to be jealous of. Don’t get me wrong, he had his fair share of tragedies. But when it came to petty jealousy, he was kind of immune.

He had the prettiest girls, the best clothes, the best cars, the best team.

He had the prettiest girls, the best clothes, the best cars, the best team.

So it takes him a moment to realize what that burning feeling in his chest stands for.

It happens, for example, when Carlos is holding Lando's hand AND looking at him for what feels like an eternity in the hallway before the sprint. And this strange feeling makes him uncomfortable and angry, so he tries to intervene. And he does it in the stupidest way possible.

He puts his hand on their handshake. Because he's getting angrier by the second.

He just wants them to stop touching.

Of course, there are cameras capturing his stupid move.

He doesn't really know why he did it.

 He's known for a very long time that Carlos and Lando are really good friends, it never bothered him more than that. But lately they seemed to have some kind of renewed spark, giggling and hugging on the podium.

Even though Carlos said they're his two favorite teammates.

It still bothers him.

 Yeah, right. It's the fourth year, Carlos, and we've been laughing every damn day, why can't you say I'm your favorite teammate?

Maybe something changed last week in Monaco. In fact, if Charles is honest with himself, he knows exactly what ignited a little fireball in his belly. It was right after the Monte Carlo Masters final. He was talking to George and Carmen in the VIP hospitality area. George was a good friend of Lando's. Of course, because Lando was so charming. Lando sitting with a pretty blonde across the court. And George, always the first with gossip, smiled and raised his eyebrows.

"So, he’s back to girls...," Carmen laughs as if she perfectly understands what it means. And Charles frowns.

"What do you mean?"

"You know," answers George, moving his face in a suggestive way.

"Mmh, ah yeah," answers Charles, who really DOESN’T know but can’t really imagine anything besides one thing. Is Lando bi ?

He can’t keep this idea out of his head. So one night in Shanghai, while he and Carlos are sat on boxes outside the Ferrari garage, softly chit-chatting and the dusk is wrapping them in blue and purple and the frogs are starting to wake up, he tries to bring up the subject as casually as he can.

He first pushes the direction of the conversation towards the tournament.

"Weren’t you a bit disappointed? I think the semi-finals were more interesting matches."

Carlos answers and says it’s okay, but what he’d really like to do is go to Roland Garros. Watch Nadal's final game. Shit. Charles prompts again, redirecting.

"Were you with Lando?"

"No, he was with a girl." Jackpooot. He switches with what he hopes is the most casual tone he could adopt.

"Oh yeah, it’s true... by the way, ahah, George told me he was surprised because… well, he said Lando used to… date boys."

"Ah, George, such a nosy bitch," Carlos says, looking at his phone without bothering to respond any further.

Charles bites his lip. He wants his answer. He NEEDS his answer to ease the ball of fire he feels growing in his chest. Charles doesn’t know how to be subtle.

"So, Lando is bi?" he blushes because really, it’s nowhere near subtle.

"Why do you care?" asks Carlos, suddenly looking at him intensely.

Charles falters, luckily, the night is fully set upon them because his face might be close to crimson, and he blurts out the first excuse he can think of.

"A gay friend of mine has a crush on him."

He never panicked so hard, it’s weird, he’s usually a chill dude. But his heart is at the edge of his lips. A wave of heat floods him, and his breath shortens.

"Who?" Carlos asks, frowning. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"You don’t know him. From Monaco." He clings to this thread. Fortunately, his overheated mind found this excuse because Charles has no friends who know Lando and that Carlos doesn’t know, and if Carlos had realized that, it would have made the rest of the conversation very uncomfortable.

Luckily, after what feels like suffocating seconds, Carlos lets it go with a grunt and shakes his shoulders.

"Yeah, he is… well, if you consider showing up with a girl once every blue moon, being bi."

SO LANDO IS GAY???

He feels that sting, that crazy sting clouding his mind, making him act like a foolish fool and he watches himself open his mouth again to utter, "Oh...I didn’t know, if you knew."

"Ha…," scoffs Carlos, shaking his head, letting his eyes gaze into the faraway... "oh believe me, I know."

Charles knows he should shut the fuck up. But he can't because this sentence alone and the tone with which Carlos said it, stir up a thousand more questions. He should leave before it's too late. He’s already asked too much.

He isn’t close enough with Lando to keep pushing, for his curiosity to make sense.

But nonetheless he asks.

"How did you find out?"

"Mmh… " Carlos looks at him a bit surprised by his questions. Usually Charles isn't the kind to ask personal questions. "I’m not really comfortable sharing his personal stuff, Charles."

The "Charles" should be his cue to fucking stop pushing. Because Carlos said it in a way that doesn’t offer contradiction.

But he is stupid. He is the most stupid man to ever exist. So he fakes a laugh.

"Come on, Cahrlos, tell me, I’m your favorite teammate " He tries to be playful, but he so desperately needs to know that it must be really obvious in his tone. He feels cringe and shameful and immature and he wants to burry himself into the ground.

But he also wants the answer.

"Why," laughs Carlos, "your friend wants to know?"

And Charles backs down. He isn't brave enough.

"You’re right, I shouldn’t gossip like that, damn George really rubs off on me."

They keep chatting about tennis. He tries to focus on Carlos deep voice to avoid getting lost on thoughts about Lando.

But that night, as he lies in bed, the overthinking starts.

He keeps replaying the conversation, trying to extract from it every bit of info he can.

"Oh yes, believe me I know" - why this tone, why this almost tragic tone, melancholic.

Ideas start to swirl.

Did Carlos stumble upon Lando being with a boy? Did Lando make a move on Carlos? Did Carlos make a move on him? Could Carlos have done something with… no, no, no, Charles, come back to your senses.

He lies awake.

The little ball of fire starts swelling in his chest at the thought of Lando being near Carlos.

But that’s stupid.

Because Carlos is straight.

And Carlos is only friend with Lando.

He is.

Is he?

Isn’t it weird though how close and touchy they are?

Well, Carlos is a touchy guy.

But especially with Lando.

And him.

No, but it’s not the same.

Charles is straight.

Maybe after an exhausting sim session back when they were teammates he and Lando could have…

NO !

Carlos is straight.

S t r a i g h t.

But maybe he tried.

Or maybe one day he will.

Lando is not ugly.

Not as pretty as Charles, but…

Charles shakes his head.

C’mon, is he really judging other drivers’ looks now?

But then, the weekend happens and he notices Carlos staying glued to Teto.

And Carlos makes a joke about Teto being his WAG on Instagram.

Carlos is way too comfortable with every other boy around.

Charles tries to reassures himself about what ? he doesn't know.

He says to himself that it’s okay.

Because there is no one else’s waist Carlos puts his hand on while he walks.

And it was a real close hug during the shell event. No ?

What?

Jesus Christ, Charles, get your shit together. He’d really like to take some time to acknowledge what the fuck is going on inside his mind. What are his feelings for Carlos, does he really have a crush on him. That would be a very bad idea. And he is straight. As Carlos. Supposedly.

Anyway, he can’t because 90% of his brain is focused on the race and the ten other % are literally occupied by… okay, he wanted to call that rage ? But it’s that burning itch making him want to punch every man too close to Carlos. Making him want to act like an imbecile just so Carlos would look at him.

It takes up too much space in his mind to let anything else in. He scooches alongside the Spaniard anytime he can. He develops weird strategies to be sure he’s next to him during the parade.

He keeps an eye on Lando at all times. He scrolls down Teto’s Instagram and re-watches the Don’t Blink on YouTube. Clenching his teeth at the winter one. Carlos lifting him like that, like a feather.

Teto acting exactly like a wag, getting along with Sainz Sr, sitting near Carlos in restaurants,

Teto, who is actually very pretty. Shiny golden hair. Big eyes.

When Charles sees him leaning against a railing above one of the numerous ponds of the Shanghai paddock, he has the urge to throw him overboard.

Maybe a crocodile could eat him. Are there crocodiles in Shanghai ?

That way, he would never again hold Carlos’s shoulder while laughing.

Then the weekend is over.

He looks through the window of the plane. Today he flies back to Monaco. He has been a nightmare to deal with, yelling at everybody. He feels restless and irritated.

Yet the weekend has been good. Everything ran smoothly. Carlos had even congratulated him for the third place, gave him a hug. But after, at the corner of his eyes, he had seen him hugging Lando, holding him by the neck. Diving into one of their secret conversations.

And just a few hours later. He had heard they were flying back together on the same plane.

TOWARDS MONACO.

He goes to Monaco too!!! He is Monegasque! Why can’t Carlos ask him to fly with HIM? Why Lando? Always Lando! Insufferable, childish, giggly, never-won-a-race Lando!

HE is il predestinato, HE is Ferrari’s sacred child! He is nice, and every girl are at his feet.

He slides a hand over his face. He feels like he's going crazy. What is this fury burning in his chest for days?

But he doesn’t need to think about it for long.

It’s pretty obvious.

It is well…

Jealousy.

#yes of course I couldn't survive otherwise

#legally blonde #dodgeball #talladega nights

#to name a few I have like for every specific situation

i'm just curious bc i'm watching How to Train Your Dragon and i always forget how happy and calm it makes me feel. i mean, i did name my cat after Toothless the dragon. but i also love Lion King, that's my Disney comfort movie. and my Ghibli comfort movie is Spirited Away. watching any of these when i'm in a foul mood or my anxiety is high always helps 🥰 but i watch them just for fun too, not only when i'm in a mood. what about you?

This have me in tears

Cannot explain how much sense Alex and Oscar make together and how insane they will make me feel and how much I am praying for their PR teams

I mean Alex Albon who uses social media like that one “cool” aunt vs Oscar “I am gen z” Piastri?

Alex “I am not the father you needed but the big brother who stepped up” Albon vs Oscar “I could fight god if I wanted” Piastri

Damn. Someone is gonna die. Of fun!

Nooo Ellie!! Don’t delete! Stop it fhejdkd 👀😂

For the poly prompts; What about “which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!”

With Max/Charles/Lando/Oscar? 🥰

ajdfaskdlj dont worry i'm not ACTUALLY deleting i'm just. in a weird mood about my writing lmao. ANYWAY love these four excellent choice

“which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! you need to get that checked!”

Max should’ve known, really. He should’ve known that when he flopped down on the bed in their master bedroom for a little nap he would end up being absolutely piled by his boyfriends.

Oscar is first. Max has barely laid down when he shuffles into the room, e-reader in hand, and sits down next to Max without a word, flipping open the case of his e-reader as he goes. Max fondly rolls his eyes and tucks himself into Oscar’s chest, let’s Oscar’s wrap an arm around him and pull him closer, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Max’s head.

Max dozes like that for a bit, wrapped up in Oscar’s arms, his nose buried in the fabric of Oscar’s t-shirt, comforted by the smell of laundry detergent and the soft patterns Oscar is drawing on his arm with his fingers.

Charles is next, because Charles is a clingy bastard who has some sort of weird sixth sense for cuddle piles. He’s much less gentle about it then Oscar, simply flops himself down into the nonexistent space between Oscar and Max’s body and then makes a happy little noise as Max and Oscar grumble and rearrange themselves to accommodate him.

Max’s arm ends up trapped under Charles’s body, and Charles’s nose is pressed into his neck, and he can feel the soft puff of Charles’s breath ghosting over his collarbone. Oscar’s hand has moved to Max’s hair now, and he’s absentmindedly playing with the strands, still holding his e-reader in the other.

Lando takes the longest to realize what’s going on, too engaged in his Twitch stream to realize all of his boyfriends have gone missing. When he does realize, he loudly complains about being left out and then launches himself at the pile of bodies on the bed.

“Lando,” Oscar wheezes, as the e-reader goes flying and Charles lets out a loud yelp as Lando’s elbow lands somewhere near his abdomen. Max curses and only just manages to avoid Lando’s other elbow as he grabs him by the waist and tries to rearrange them in a way that works.

Lando squeaks, flails his arms around, nearly hits Oscar in the face as he does. There’s a lot of shuffling, and way too many limbs, and when Max finally thinks they’ve got it-

“Which one of you idiots is warming their icy little feet on me?! You need to get that checked!”

“Lando,” Charles and Oscar say in unison, and all right. Fair. Max glares at Lando. Lando pouts at him.

“My feet are cold,” he says.

Max snorts. “Understatement of the year, Norris. Get them off my fucking leg.”

It’s Oscar’s turn to yelp. “That doesn’t mean put them on my leg, Jesus! Go put on some fucking socks you lunatic.”

Lando pouts harder, turns his gaze to Charles.

“If you put your little icicles on my I swear to god I’m driving your car into the gravel during the next race,” Charles says solemnly.

Lando groans loudly and hauls himself off the bed. “What is the point of having three boyfriends if none of them allow you to warm your feet on them. Useless, the lot of you,” he grumbles. But when he returns, he’s wearing a fluffy pair of socks Max is pretty sure are actually Charles’s.

He crawls into bed a lot more carefully this time, slots himself into the free space Charles and Max have created between them. Oscar’s giving up on reading, scooting himself down the bed to lay down as well, and then Max finally, finally gets his well-deserved nap.

Or well. He gets to close his eyes for a good ten minutes, which is when Lando rolls over and absolutely elbows him in the nose, but still. Nice while it lasted.