#goose tag

[argentinagp]

for @hungriestheidi

#jamie chadwick #f1 #formula 1 #williams f1 #goose tag

[racingliners]

hiiiiiiii, 11 + sewis :D

hi!!!!!!! this was literally the first thing that popped into my head so I just ran with it, I hope you like it! 💚

sewis + "This must be a mistake" - send me a prompt!

Lewis returned to his apartment building just before eleven. He’d intentionally slept in, deciding to do his early morning jog at mid-morning instead. Monaco weather was more temperate in October so he would get away with it without suffering too much, unlike in the summer where he would have to make a stop to dip in the sea to cool off.

He smiled at the concierge on duty and was halfway over to the lift when the concierge called out to Lewis, stopping him in his tracks.

“Pardon me Monsieur Hamilton, these came for you while you were out.” The concierge delicately lifted a bouquet of flowers from under his desk. It wasn’t ostentatiously massive, but it wasn’t small either, whoever sent it clearly went to some kind of trouble.

“For me, are you sure?” Lewis even pointed at himself just to make sure there wasn’t another Lewis Hamilton in the building that was due a bouquet of flowers.

“Oui, I know the florist in Nice they came from.”

“Alright then,” Lewis went over to the desk, as he accepted the flowers he asked if there was anything else, and the concierge just shook his head. “Thanks, have a good day.”

“And you!” Lewis strolled over to the lift with the flowers nestled in the crook of his elbow and he pressed the polished gold button for his floor. Thankfully for his sake no one else stepped in along the way up or was in the corridor when Lewis exited the lift and walked the few short paces to his door.

The apartment was empty thanks to Angela offering to take Roscoe and Coco for a walk round the marina, so Lewis bolted the safety chain and went into the kitchen to look for a vase. It took him five cupboards to find one, clear glass shaped in a perfect cylinder that he half-filled with cold water from the kitchen sink.

He assumed the flowers were from Mercedes, a small token of their congratulations on his sixth championship win. And it made sense for them to get a florist in Nice to deliver flowers to Lewis as opposed to him getting them at the factory leaving Lewis to worry about the logistics of getting a bouquet through the French-Monaco border.

The flowers had been wrapped in brown paper as opposed to plastic and was tied together with a small red bow. Lewis didn’t know much about flowers but he recognised the blush pink peonies and light purple dahlias as he gently put the bouquet in the vase, small white and blue flowers filled out the rest of the bouquet alongside some greenery. It was too beautiful to be left in the kitchen, so Lewis carried the vase through to the living room and set it down on the coffee table, and he picked the white card off the plastic clip to read it.

Congratulations on your sixth world title

Call me when you get these

Seb x

Lewis almost dropped the small white card and fell backwards onto the sofa, but somehow he both stayed upright and kept a hold of the small white card.

“This has to be a mistake.” He muttered to himself as he examined the writing more closely. He read it another three or four times, each time feeling more convinced that the handwriting could only have been Sebastian’s.

So why did he sign the card off with a kiss?

Lewis frantically looked around for his phone, only for it to still be in his pocket. He quickly found Seb in his contacts and pressed the green dial button, pressing his phone firmly against his ear.

With each passing ring Lewis’ heart started to beat faster and faster, to the point he was worried it would fly out of his chest and land somewhere in the Mediterranean Sea.

The flowers didn’t make any sense. Seb had sought out Lewis in the paddock in Austin to say congratulations with a bright smile and a hug as warm as the midday sun, so why did he feel a need to send them? Lewis had unknowingly started pacing by the time Seb picked up.

“Lewis!” It didn’t feel right, but Lewis could swear that Sebastian sounded nervous. “Hi.”

“Hey man,” Lewis tried his best to sound like nothing in the world was bothering him, even though he was still clinging into the small card for dear life. “Listen um, this might sound a bit weird but…” He paused to briefly glance over at the flowers. Whoever they were from, they were beautiful. “Did you…” Lewis could feel beads of sweat start to form on the back of his neck, he’d never felt so ridiculous in all his life. “Did you have flowers sent to my apartment?” The words flew out of his mouth so fast it almost didn’t sound like a proper sentence.

“Yes, I did.” Yet somehow Seb managed to make sense of them. “If you hate them I can go back to the florist and ask for something different.” Lewis could hear the forced smile in Sebastian’s voice, he hated it.

“They’re gorgeous Seb.” He said softly, as his legs finally gave way and he sat down on the edge of the sofa. “You wrote on the card to call you when I got them, so…”

Where did you begin when the man you had fought so hard for the championship twelve months ago had sent flowers for another championship win a year later.

“I’m in Nice.” Seb said quietly, like it was a secret meant just for them both.

“Why?” None of the past ten minutes made any sense to Lewis whatsoever.

“Because I couldn’t just turn up unannounced with flowers without explaining myself.”

“Why would you have to explain yourself?” Lewis’ brow was furrowed so tightly it was starting to hurt. He heard Sebastian take a deep breath on the other end of the line.

“I talked myself into telling you slowly, first the flowers, then the phone call, then…” He paused for so long Lewis was briefly terrified that Seb had hung up, and that Lewis would either have to wait until Brazil to speak to Sebastian or corner him in Switzerland to find out what on Earth was going on.

“Then what? Seb?”

“I…” Sebastian’s voice cracked completely in two. “I love you, Lewis.”

With the concentration Lewis needed to keep a hold of his phone, the card that had came with the flowers slowly fluttered to the ground. He watched it delicately land, and felt sad when the side with Seb’s handwriting was now face down away from view.

“You don’t need to say anything, you don’t even have to talk to me again if that’s what you want. I just…” Seb let out a long shaky breath. “I just wanted to let you know.”

Lewis’s back fell against the sofa, forcing a small puff of air from his lungs.

“You love me?”

“Yes.”

“Like…” Suddenly almost every word in the English language had evaporated from Lewis’ head. What did you say, when the guy you’d spent years racing against suddenly said they were in love with you?

“Like I want to do everything in the world with you, and more.” Seb’s voice wasn’t just dripping with sincerity, but something even deeper.

As Lewis sat dumfounded on the sofa, he didn’t think about the practicalities of what this meant, or that he should have started packing by now. He wondered, for the first time, what it would be like to kiss Seb.

And he realised very quickly that he really wanted to find out.

“Get over here then.”

On the other end of the line, he heard a relieved sigh and Sebastian’s trademark grin in his voice.

“I’ll be twenty minutes.”

#asks #hungriestheidi #goose tag #my writing #sewis

[reductionisms]

gap moe salarymen on the chuo 👍

+tama 😀 (yay engineer) & ssg 😡 (dead end jobs in quality control)

#gintama #:D salaryman #goose tag

[edandstede]

gives u hug

#ty bestie 🤠❤️ #message in a bottle #goose tag #yeah you got your own tag now pardner #yeehaw

[acegodzilla]

massaging his brain

#goose tag #my pets #cats of tumblr #cats on tumblr #cats #everyone admire how cute he looks in his new collar

[dungeonsngeese]

i need what they have (troy and abed from community)

#i’m a simple autistic queer what can i say #goose tag #trobed

[canidae-dyke]

Things about myself people should know

I keep the name Ashley in my bio cause that’s what most mutuals probably recognize me by but I mostly prefer Judith these days

I have 11 tattoos and am gonna get more as soon as I can afford them

I absolutely will not shut up about paleontology and dead languages

The way to my heart is to talk about my favorite games

My gfs are @sumacthing, @transchaoswizard and @lucy-x-5billion, #ranni tag, #morrigan tag, and #goose tag on my blog respectively

It’s incredibly easy to make me flustered so as long as you’re not a guy feel free to flirt with me over anon or asks or dms

I hornypost from my sideblog @puppy-transfem

I tag my pics with #my face

My cohost is hesperocyon-lesbian but I can’t promise I’ll be using that account much

#ranni tag #judith rambles #morrigan tag #goose tag

[bi-vexual]

to be loved is to be seen etc etc :')

#so silly but this made me happy 😭 having a partner who knows you is so fullfilling #goose tag

[louisthiccsexyglitteryass]

HELLO ROCKY, ABT THE BABYGATE POST, I SAW THAT U WERE GETTING HATE !! BUT I JUST WANNA SAY WHAT U WERE SAYING IS ABSOLUTELY TRUE AND THAT IS SO AMAZING OF U TO SAY THAT! U ARE SO AMAZING! PLZ KNOW THAT AND DONT LET ANY HATE GET TO U:0

#leaveFreddieoutofthis

the haters are just jealous I'm better than them

#rocky's asks #goose tag

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Grieving the Living - a Sloose fic

After his and Carole's divorce, Goose is finding it difficult to adjust to his new life. Ron helps as much as he can.

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For a prompt list, this was "What are you doing up?" "My personal heater went away"

Words: 726

Sitting up at the table, he watched the cars go past in the distance. San Diego was much different to Texas. Bustling people, even at three in the morning. Lights flickering in the background as he took a sip of his water. He could’ve had something stronger but thought against it. Even though Bradley was halfway across the country, in DC, he still thought about what would happen if he found him half drunk in the kitchen. 

Which is why he was a little confused when the floor board creaked behind him. Nick turned around to see his gentle giant rubbing his eyes and pacing toward him from the bedroom. 

“What are you doing up?” he asked.

“My personal heater went away.” Ron came up behind him as Nick turned around, wrapping his arms around his shoulders and adding. “Besides, I could ask you the same thing.”

Nick held his hand as it rested on his collarbone and kissed it. He tilted his head to rest on his arm. He thought of Carole, all those miles away raising their son, and wondered if she was feeling this shift as well. The divorce had only gone through recently and despite it being a mutual agreement, it didn’t mean this felt at all natural to be at home without her or Bradley there. 

“This all feels a little weird-” he gestured to the house and Ron. “Being here, no Bradley, no Carole, and they’ll never be again, even though we both get to do what makes us happy, and she’s not out of my life, it’s still a whole section of my life that’s over now.”

He sighed. “I guess I’m just grieving. Is that stupid?”

Ron moved away and sat on the chair next to him. Bags hung under his eyes as he smiled at him in a half distant way. There was a way in which he slumped as he sat that made Nick wonder whether they should even have this conversation now or wait until the morning, he looked as exhausted as he felt. Yet, their hands stayed together as he got settled.

“‘S not stupid, ‘s normal,” he mumbled. “One period of your life ended, ‘s gonna take time for you to process it.”

Nick nodded, Ron then added. “And you’re missing your kid too, I mean, I know that you spent a lot of time away from him before but it’s still different from this, there was a reason why you couldn’t see him before and now it’s like you could but you’re being stopped, it’s a new kind of missing him.”

He thought of his baby boy, now seven years old, was living all the way in DC. Nick wanted to carry on flying, Carole didn’t after the accident, and after trying to make do in a position there, they both agreed that they weren’t happy. But, as Bradley had already settled into his school and made friends, they thought it wrong to move him again. It didn’t mean Carole had full custody, though, Bradley was set to visit during the holidays, and they called almost every day.

“I don’t really have any other advice, it’s just something you’ve got to get used to, unfortunately,” Ron said, getting up.

“Yeah-” Nick joined him. “I’ll call him tomorrow, though.”

Ron hummed and dragged him toward the bedroom. “But bed now, please.”

He didn’t say it like a question, more of a statement, a fact. His hands held onto his wrists as he pulled him. Ron was always so secure, maybe it was because they were both RIOs and their whole job was to keep someone else safe that the people who were drawn to it were instinctively protective.

They didn’t have a very big apartment, they were renting somewhere rather than staying in Navy barracks, it meant that Ron could rough him up without worrying about being kicked out, so their bedroom wasn’t too far. Nick was also still adjusting to living in just an apartment rather than having a whole house.

Their bedsheets were ruffled and wrinkled, thrown about as they’d tossed and turned sleeping. Nick crawled back in with memories of Bradley on his mind as Ron’s arms wrapped around his waist, his cold hands touching his arms as they reached some kind of equilibrium. He hoped Bradley was sleeping well.

I'm coming to the end of this list now! Only 2 to go!

Also Carole's in DC because I'm setting up my new power throuple Charlie x Penny x Carole or Charenole. So Carole bumps into Charlie, they start dating, and Penny joins the party when her dad, stationed in DC, gets sick and she goes to care for him. So, Carole ends up happy, don't worry.

Also Ron is Goose's gentle giant and you can't convince me otherwise. Thanks for reading!

#top gun #sloose #divorced goosecarole #nick goose bradshaw #nick bradshaw #goose tag #goose bradshaw #ron slider kerner #ron kerner #slider top gun #slider kerner #goose x slider #slider x goose #bear writes #what are you doing up? my personal heater went away #angst #post divorce #hurt/comfort #late night conversations #goose lives au #nick bradshaw lives #mentioned bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster top gun #rooster bradshaw #carole bradshaw #top gun 1986 #top gun (1986) #past goosecarole

[argentinagp]

🍓 :)))))))))

TEAMOTEAMOTEAMO

mi persona favorita en este lugar 🙏🏻 im so happy that we followed each other and spoke to esch other and now we cab plan plot fics together. you are such a talented person, your fics are the best and i love when u indulge me w the prompts 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 and i LOVE to watch you get better and better at making graphics, they are SO good

#hungriestheidi #goose tag #ask #ask game

[racingliners]

🍓👉👈

You are hands down the queen of the blog themes, you never miss they're always so pretty. And my goodness YOUR FICS!!! If I could inject house by the sea and never complain, never explain into my veins I would bc they just take up a little corner of my brain 24/7. You're also the best writing hype-woman ever and I'm just so bloody glad that I know you and call call you a friend

mutuals send me a 🍓 and ill compliment u!

#asks #hungriestheidi #goose tag

[zroqravity]

Snug as an asshole who refuses to use her litter box without kicking half of the sand out in a rug

#goose tag

[edandstede]

Asking your opinion on both Ed and Stede for that bingo card. Don’t hold back brother. I’ll know if you’re lying 👀

ed 🥰

stede 🥰

#i did already answer these ones but since it’s you. i’ll share again #🫡 🫶 #ask games #goose tag

[acegodzilla]

Annoying goose with this jester collar I found at the goodwill bins

#i put it on tweak and dante too but goose's pictures came out the best #goose tag #my pets #cats of tumblr #cats on tumblr #cats

[atlantablack]

So step right out, there is no amount Of crying I can do for you

Sometimes, Arthur watches Merlin slip through the shadows of the castle, so confident in his self-imposed unimportance, and his tongue blisters from the vitriol he keeps swallowing down. It’s a strange feeling, to love someone as much as you hate them. To want to bury your heart next to theirs even as you daydream about their throat beneath your hands.

Time, curious time

He exaggerates though.

All this time We always walked a very thin line

He doesn’t hate Merlin. Not truly. Not in a way that holds weight. Not in a way that anyone else would believe. But he hates Merlin in a way that he can use to dig his fingers into Merlin’s heart and come back bloody and victorious. He hates him in a way that means victory (except first he’d have to open his own mouth).

Gave me no compasses, gave me no signs

He hates him and then the firelight will blur Merlin’s features into a vision of light and he only loves him. Loves him so much it burns going down, tastes like a thousand lies and a thousand promises all twisted together so tight he doesn’t know where one ends and the next begins.

Were there clues I didn't see?

Arthur could figure out the shape of the lie hiding beneath Merlin’s tongue if he cared to. Could take it and make it his own. Could burn it into his bones and turn it into something that festers beneath his ribs. He could. Has known Merlin as well as he knows himself for many years now.

You didn't even hear me out (You didn't even hear me out)

So, no, he doesn’t hate Merlin.

And isn't it just so pretty to think All along there was some Invisible string

Except for when he does.

Second, third, and hundredth chances Balancin' on breaking branches

There’s no truth in this story. Only tragedy after tragedy. An ending in the shape of a grave, in the shape of their hands, their throats raw, their mouths bloody. There’s no truth, only love, only hate.

Tying you to me?

Only tragedy.

You never gave a warning sign (I gave so many signs)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @queerofthedagger I HOPE IT'S THE VERY BEST BIRTHDAY EVER AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH <3<3<3 In keeping with tradition and because your presents are still in goddamn transit I have created some angst special for you :)

#merthur #bbc merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin #HAPPY GODDAMN BIRTHDAY #I LOVE YOU #GOOSE OF MY HEART #mona tag #goose tag #taylor swift songs are Exile and Invisible String #quote in the last one is from tsoa ofc