I’m so fucking high and I’m thinking about my best friend pando. I love pando so much I want to go there somedayyy. it’s so fucking cool is an aspen grove that’s all one tree. like every tree is the same tree they’re all connected by the roots and genetically identical and connected. tell me that’s not the coolest shit ever. it’d be crazy to get high in there, in my friend pando. how fucking beautiful is that.
pandooooo I love you pandooooooo
That’s a hard one because there are so many ships that have different vibes and relationships when I am writing them.
I think Dando might be my top pairing because there is so much to explore in that dynamic. There’s fun and softness there but also complexities and angst. They fit each other, and bring out something in each other that makes my brain itch to write them.
I enjoy writing Norrussell a lot too because their personalities are so different and they shouldn’t fit but they do.
Then you have my rare pairs like Pierre/Lando, Charles/Lando, Esteban/Lando and Norstappen that are always fun to dabble in.
And of course, my go to for when I want to write fluff pieces, Norrix. Martin and Lando just have such a soft vibe that I love putting them together for softer prompts and ideas sometimes
the fun contrast of will having all this family legacy and childhood memories as the backdrop for his commitment to BC versus mack choosing BU because he thought the coaches would prepare him for the nhl better than anyone else. hm
learned about Pando tree and the conservation org Friends of Pando so of course i immediately had to play this song
This is from an old au that I don’t think anyone remembers but here
His hand reached for the dagger Daniel had given him, fear pulsing through his veins as he tried to keep an eye on the path ahead but he couldn’t help but keep looking behind him until he ran into something hard and warm in front of him.
“Where are you going little lamb?”, the man before him had wild eyes and wicked scars across his cheek as his hands came up to grip Lando’s arms, “Don’t you know these woods are dangerous?”
Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in
Lando was shaking.
It broke Pierre’s heart to see him like this. His boyfriend was trapped in his shifted form. The little fox was trembling, and scared, and Pierre didn’t know how to help him. He had never seen anything like this before. He had never not been able to shift back.
“Come here baby”, Pierre spoke softly, patting his lap as he sat on the floor, trying to get him closer.
George was discussing something with Lewis and Sebastian in the corner. The three of them had been the first people Pierre had called after it all happened. He didn’t know what to do really when he had found Lando shaking in his motorhome, unable to shift back and almost too scared for Pierre to pick him up.
Now though, Lando crept closer.
His ears were still pinned back, scared and mistrusting in a way that made Pierre feel ill. Lando moved slowly, cautiously and Pierre stayed still. He didn’t move a muscle, even when Lando placed a little paw on his thigh.
Pierre didn’t move until Lando was curled up in his lap, and pressed his head against Pierre’s hand.
“I’ve got you”, Pierre whispered, petting him softly.
Lando made a sound, a sad little whine as he moved to rest his little head in Pierre’s hand and he could read it in his eyes what Lando was trying to say.
“I’m afraid”, Lando eyes screamed despite Lando not being able to vocalise those words and it had Pierre fighting back tears.
“It’s okay to be afraid”, Pierre whispered, moving his body in a way that let him press a kiss to Lando’s head, “I’m here with you. We’ll figure it out”
Pierre just hoped he wasn’t lying to them both.
like have fun winning your cute little battle. enjoy that. you are not winning the war btw!!!
watching whatever strange cocktail of pride and awkward deference that would have come from a celebrini celebration with father rick and surrogate father pando and his Franciscan friar bald spot would have been infinitely more interesting and revealing for character reasons than whatever that video was.
Watching the game with a Chimay Sterk Blond 10%
Cheers 🍻
Not everyone is interested in the game, though. 😂
Lando stood outside the door of their apartment.
For the first time since they had moved in together, Lando hesitated to reach for the door. He just stood there, staring at the door as if it was going to magically open itself.
He knew, realistically, that he had no reason not to go in. He knew that despite the fight, Pierre would never stop him from entering their home. They’d probably awkwardly sit in silence for a while and ignore the elephant in the room until they had to talk about it, but he still couldn’t bring himself to open the door even as he dripped rainwater onto the floor of the hall.
Lando had forgotten his jacket when he had stormed out. It had been find until he was half way through his usual route and it had started pouring. The cold of rain had seeped all the anger from his bones and now he just felt exhausted.
So exhausted that he didn’t register that the door before him had opened until Pierre was calling his name softly, starling him out of the staring contest he’d been having with the door.
“You’re soaked”, Pierre stated, obviously feeling as awkward about everything as Lando did.
“It rained”, Lando replied simply.
For a moment they just stared at each other. Neither of them knowing how to talk to the other, or how to bridge the gap that their fight had caused between them. The words they’d yelled at each other still fresh in their minds, too fresh for Pierre to make a joke or Lando to shake his hair out at the other like he had before.
Instead of words, Pierre simply stepped forward and took one of Lando’s cold hands in his. He tugged Lando with him, making him follow him numbly through their apartment to the bathroom.
“Let’s get you warm, okay?”, Pierre spoke gently, none of the anger or frustration from earlier in his voice as he let go of Lando’s hand, “Take off your clothes, mon ange”
Lando stared at him for a moment before he tried to peel himself out of his clothes. They were sticking to his skin, making him grimace with how uncomfortable it was before warm hands helped him remove them before a towel was wrapped around him.
He watched as Pierre turned on the shower, making sure it was at the right temperature before he turned to Lando, escept Lando didn’t move. He just burrowed deeper into the towel for a second.
“Lando”, Pierre sighed softly, “You need-”
“You”, Lando muttered, looking down half afraid Pierre would say no, “I need you”
Instead of rejection, Lando was met with hands cupping his cheeks and a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Okay, bebe”, Pierre smiled, a small little thing, still fragile.
They would need to talk about their fight sooner rather than later, but for now, as Pierre held him under the warmth of their shower and they traded soft kisses, this was enough.
It was enough to know that they still had each other even if it got messy at times.
