#i love love love wide open spaces

[housecow]

Wow what a hot queen you are! I really love your cute little belly :) I think 350 would also look very well on you.. Keep it up, you're awesome!

Let's say a mysterious man is approaching you somewhere and offering the following: You will go on a sabattical (it's a thing in the US, isn't it? Outing myself being from Europe..), one year no worries about anything, you decide where (as in which places) to go, how long to stay and what to do, the only thing is, you have to decide now, yes or no - what would you answer (and why)?

MONGOLIA

i wanna dig up fossils in the gobi and eat horse, thank you so much :))

and then maybe mexico… the land, the history (love me some yucatan maya archaeology), THE FOOD, the plants 🥺🥺

#i’m not joking mongolia is like top of my list one day #also argentina/patagonia #i love love love wide open spaces #i was born to live in the middle of nowhere #this is such a cute ask btw thank you!!! #talk #ask

[newlydeparteddog]

I was having a right shite day, and randomly picked a show to watch. Saw Fired on Mars, never heard of anyone talk about it, and kinda got hooked and low-key fell in love. Jeff my man, he is not the hero they need or want, but he is damn well gonna try and I applaud him for that! Had to quickly make art, as red toned as i can, as man set off to- no spoilers.

#fired on mars #jeff cooper #of course he had to be an artist and a loser bc #and of course then my eyes gotta be like *wide* open #yeah give it a try! #i have to see if there is gonna be more bc I need more or was that ending it and gotta be praying for another season wtf #i love me space drama #it reminded me of like the first season the wall in uh the show with the alien family but without the gross out humour and just plot and go #i craved that so BAD

[cozylittleartblog]

3/3. this is the funniest charm in my whole store i think

i have spent dozens of minutes Pondering over what the hell the swatchlings in the cafe are wearing. i have never been able to see anything but, uh,

#deltarune #swatch #swatchlings #art #acrylic charm #color cafe #no but listen i saw someone else draw the same outfits and i was like. you. you see it too huh #WHAT ARE THEY WEARING!!!! WHAT ARE THEY WEARING #GRABS TOBY FOX BY THE DOG COLLAR SIR WHAT ARE THE BIRDS WEARING #if it helps they are def wearing slacks but they all have some weird corset tops or something idfk i CANNOT see anything else #fuckin bird host club bullshit (affectionate) (i love it) #i was drawing this i think when i finished my first pin design and my mom came in to look at it #and i open photoshop on my 3 foot wide monitor and thereare. the birds #;;;;;; #thats the second time ive drawn that exact serving tray i was trying to fit something in there and i gave up and reffed the one i did in #that other swatch piece #those are good colors. they fill the space good. it was fun to draw the first time so why not a Second time

[sharkflan]

blease let riding the horses feel better in totk

🥺🙏

#i loved them in botw but only in wide ass open spaces #flantalk

[greppelheks]

We all actually need summer vacation in the way we had as kids. Just six weeks off work where time doesn't exist. Where we can just hang out by the pool for hours on end, reading. Where we can come home at God knows what hour for dinner, exhausted but satisfied from spending all day outside. And we can actually decompress from working all year. So we can come back to work refreshed and motivated to start again. I miss the way time seemed endless during those days.

#a week just isn't enough #when it's only a week I'm thinking about having to do something having to go places #Unfortunately it's probably not financially possible to 1. take six weeks off work and 2. rent a place for six weeks where I can relax #would any rich person like to give me money? #personal #time felt like... liminal then #everything felt and looked different #there was a quietness to everything #the lack of rhythm and responsibilities felt so freeing #also just lazing around. i miss staying up until 6am talking and drinking and waking up the afternoon from the sun #just completely losing time and space and having the whole future wide open to you #not feeling guilty about not being productive #and i loved the feeling of coming back to a place you havent been to in a few weeks. like reuniting with something dear to you

[cjbolan]

Anyone else feel like Percy Jackson’s budget ran out after Episode 5?

#I was loving the set designs and clever special effects up until Episode 6 #the wide open spaces and the gods’ costumes look especially cheap #Disney #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #pjo #percy jackson #Disney+ #rick riordan #Greek mythology #classical mythology #middle grade fiction #middle grade series

[daisychainsandbowties]

I was just some guy, thank you for your time (blows away in the wind)

as someone who has literally been blown 15ft through the air after trying to hop lightly over a stream bed (and tumbled windward down a hill) thanks to a mildly intense gale, i am also dragged away by this powerful force (thus we are still together 😳)

#this did happen do NOT let your local twink girl out on the plains during a storm she will end up in a pile of limbs at the bottom of a hill #unfortunately i love going to stand in wide open spaces during thunderstorms it’s like the lord of the rings #and i want sexy lichtenberg figure tattoos from the path of least resistance the lightning travelled through me #oooh okay wikipedia boyfriend moment yes look up lichtenberg figures but also construcal theory. fascinating 😳💖💖🥰🥰 #anon #will i ever know you? 😭😭

[terrainofheartfelt]

at home getting turnt to "The Heartache's on Me"

#the chicks album wide open spaces fucks so severely psa #i am also baking more chex mix #i love my family but i am so happy to be in my own home #(i would categorize my mom as a great mom but like dang she fucked up my relationship with food and eating HARD) #(whether or not it's true i feel like when i have a meal in her presence she is judging the quantity and quality of what i eat) #but enough of that! #chex mix is chexing and the lady country playlist is fire!!!!

[librarygf]

americans are crazy for building isolation into every part of their infrastructure but it does make for some good art

#kings of wide open spaces empty roads parking lots strip malls and billboards trying to sell you on god #i don't think i've ever felt that separate from other people hashtag i love the bus but i've been there existentially #so i love the songs godbless

[degenderates]

genuinely i love dc culture i love my hometown but the longer im away from it the more it feels less like a home of any sort, i just keep watching it change and the things that made it nostalgic disappear under gentrification and so i can't even bring myself to miss it because half the things i'm missing aren't even there anymore

#not to mention i've always hated living in the city. not because of all the reasons people usually say- which usually boils down to racism #but because i love being able to see the stars. i love being out on the road. she needs wide open spaces to quote the chicks etc etc #josiah speaks

[ceasarslegion]

I miss living in a downtown metropolis so bad man

#i like the quiet neighbourhood here but also #ive been living in downtown centers of world class cities for a while #i miss the hustle and bustle and the constant white noise #i love big cities so much and wide open spaces make me feel too exposed #shut up dames

[mermaidinthecity]

I'm gonna break the spell she's got on you. You're gonna wake up to find I'm your desire, my intentions are true. Hey, babe, I know in time you're gonna see what you mean to me. So, open up your eyes 'cause seeing is believing. I can love you better than that. I know how to make you forget her. All I'm asking is for one little chance 'cause, baby, I can love you, baby, I can love you better. I can love you better than that. I know how to make you forget her. All I'm asking is for one little chance 'cause, baby, I can love you, baby, I can love you. I can love you better than that. I know how to make you forget her. All I'm asking is for one little chance 'cause, baby, I can love you, baby, I can love you better. I can love you better than that. I know how to make you forget her. All I'm asking is for one little chance 'cause, baby, I can love you, baby, I can love you. I can love you better than that. I can love you better. I can love you better than that. Baby, I can love you, baby, I can love you better.

I Can Love You Better by The Chicks

#the chicks #lyrics #tc lyrics #i can love you better #wide open spaces album

[dancingwith-handstied]

make some noise swifties turned women-of-indie-rock girls!!!!

#I love IOMWIWY #the song the video it’s all so good🥲 #sends me back #a classic!!! #anyways soccer mommy’s cover of wide open spaces is truly one of my faves so I knew she would deliver #recommend #taylor swift #ts #soccer mommy #indie rock #rambles #2023 nonsense #Spotify

[luveline]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x fem!reader #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #marauders x reader #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #the marauders #luveline's 40k party

[jamminvroomvroom]

hi babe i’m here from the dms but. speaking of brain rot, thinking abt fwb lando again where u stay the night after and wake up in the morning expecting him to be gone already for smth work related or what not but he’s still in bed absolutely clinging to u. and then more soft sleepy morning sex 🫠🫠

play pretend.

ln x fem!reader

in which it’s time to stop pretending…

just a little blurb to say…. HAPPY BIRTHDAY @lavenderlando !! sorry i made you wait like 6 months for this lmfao i love u girl, u mean the world to me and i hope this hits the spot 💖💖 lemme know what y’all think, more 4k requests will be worked on asap (it’s exam szn ew)

songs to set the mood: denial by james marriott, real love baby by father john misty, can i call you rose? by thee sacred souls

warnings: 18+!! minors go away! smut, morning sex, friends to lovers, best friend!reader, friends with benefits type relationship, fluff, unprotected sex (don’t be silly…)

1k words

cool air casts goosebumps over your bare skin, the open window letting in the morning breeze. you tug at the grey bedsheets, dragging them higher over your frame where you lay. you eyes are cracked open, hazily taking in the sight before you.

he’s still here.

you often expect lando to be gone when you wake up. sometimes it’s because of work, sometimes it’s because you’d promised not to do this again but alcohol had then rendered the both of you irresistible to the other, and it was too awkward to have yet another jarring conversation about how you’re such good friends.

but he’s there. and he’s looking at you.

“hi.” he croaks, soft and low. you revel in his morning voice on the rare occasions you get to hear it.

“hey.” you mumble, leaning in closer to him.

he pushes the duvet up and away, inviting you into his arms, and you wriggle towards him. he’s a human heater, and you’re cold, that’s the only reason you snuggle up, tucked between his arms.

“you’re still here.” you whisper into his chest, purposefully quiet, almost as if you don’t actually want him to hear you.

“couldn’t leave you.” he mutters quietly.

you crane your head to look up at him, eyes blown wide at the admission.

“why?”

“i hate leaving after.”

the ‘after’ hangs heavy in the air between you for a second. he’s eyeing up your lips and you’re returning the gesture, sleepy eyes flitting between his and his plush lips.

this never happens. usually, the night starts with too many drinks too quickly, progresses to his hands dropping dangerously low on your waist, leads to the pair of you mentally scarring an innocent taxi driver, and ends with you underneath him. or, on top of him. and then, he’s gone.

“for the record, i hate it when you go.” you reply, and the space between you dissipates. there are so many unsaid words being traded between you, an intense charge of energy. you’re anxiously sliding your hands up his sides, itching to feel impossibly closer.

“maybe i should stop going then, hm?” two of lando’s fingers grasp your chin, tilting it up to bump his.

“yeah.” you breathe.

it’s like he’s tugged an invisible string, and you’re melting into him, his lips slotting immaculately over yours, as if they were sculpted by god to rest against yours. he tastes familiar, it’s rare you get to kiss him sober and in the light of day. you bask in it, finding the messy, loose curls tickling the back of his neck, threading your fingers through the thick, brown strands. he groans, parting his mouth just enough for you to slide your tongue over his.

“want you. now.” you gasp urgently into the space where your lips part, your body rolling hungrily against his.

“i always want you, drives me crazy.” lando grunts, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you even closer.

lando slots his thigh between your legs, and you search for friction, rutting against him. you’re both naked from the blurry night before so you can feel everything, each part of him so ready for you. you’re slick for him already, can feel the way it’s painting your inner thighs. you hate how easy it is to lose yourself in him.

“take me then.” you whine, your forehead collapsing against his shoulder.

lando smirks, flipping you over so that your back is to his chest, like you’re nothing. he hooks your top leg over his, sliding himself closer to where you’re aching for him.

“can’t keep pretending.” lando whispers against the shell of your ear.

he slides deep, then, filling you to the hilt. it knocks the air out of you, your back arching at the sensation of him hitting every single spot that mattered.

“then let’s not pretend anymore.” you choke out, your head rolling back against his shoulder.

“yeah, baby? wanna be all mine?” he teases, thrusting deep and slow, the slide of him shooting pleasure over your body like the slow, satisfying drip of warm honey.

“already am, all yours.” you sigh, totally and utterly content as your nerve endings pulsed with pleasure.

“good girl.” lando praises, his voice fucked out and lovestruck.

as if he’s rewarding you for your admission, the pad of his finger slips down your navel, finding your clit. you’re soaked for him, wet and warm, and he traces circles into the bundle of nerves, each touch sending you keening back into him.

“so close.” you sound like you’re begging, pleading for him to let you finish all over him.

“gotta say please.” he nips the skin of your shoulder and you squirm, toes curling.

“please, lando.” you writhe, canting your hips back against him.

“sound so pretty for me.” he coos, peppering kisses down your neck.

his fingers speed up against your folds, working you perfectly to a sweet release. everything is still blurred by sleep, your body overly sensitive from the cool air pouring in through the window and the slumber still lodged in your bones.

“cum with me.” you slur, your eyes squeezing shut. you almost turn into him, convulsing in his arms to the point where you’d be staring into his stormy eyes if you could manage to pry yours open.

“let me see those eyes.” he commands, your entire body shuddering. you blink, staring up at him, and you both fold, meeting your ends. he looks fierce, starved, completely enamoured with every single way your face moves.

your jaw hangs agape, a choked cry stifled in the back of your throat. it’s all too much, and just about enough, huge, calloused hands roaming your body as your shake, spilling all over him.

“god.” you breathe, flopping limply against him. he stays buried inside of you, his face lost to the damp skin of the crook of your neck.

“i never would of left all those mornings if i knew this is the good morning i’d get.” lando laughs, the sound deep and wholesome. you cosy yourself up even closer to him.

“not letting you leave from now on.” you murmur, smiling to yourself when you feel his lips press against the back of your head.

“you couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

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sorry this is soooo bad lmao i felt the urge to write something short n sweet xoxo

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[mirohlayo]

LITTLE SPOON

( Lando is always the big spoon, so you decided to reverse the roles. )

warning : fluff and fluff and fluff

note : lando who says he never tried to be the little spoon in the chicken shop date video gave me this absolutely cute idea 🥹

word count : 1.3k

It was a pretty busy and stressful day for Lando. Free practice on the Australian circuit was very intense. Despite the fact that these tests went rather well, the fact remains that the curly-haired driver had only been waiting for one thing since this morning: to rest with his girlfriend in his arms.

This day exhausted Lando to the point where he couldn't think of anything other than throwing himself on you and cuddling you until you fell asleep, in each other's arms. The only thing he needs now is to see your pretty face and snuggle up to you.

So, while you were lying on the large double bed that reigned in your hotel room, you absentmindedly watched the television hanging on the wall opposite. You stayed almost all day in the paddock, and more particularly in the garage to support your boyfriend. But the fatigue was much more present and Lando encouraged you to rest at the hotel.

You waited patiently for your lover, because you too knew that he desired your presence just as much as you desired his. And in a fairly short space of time, you see your favorite driver suddenly appear in front of you, leaning against the door frame.

He can't help but smile at the sight of you. He missed seeing your pretty face, and your magnificent smile that you currently wear on your lips. You're just adorable and Lando only wants to cover your face with thousands of kisses.

“Hey baby” He approaches the bed, to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “How did the free practice sessions go?” You ask him curiously, but instead of receiving an answer he places another kiss on your cheek. "I don't want to talk about that. My beautiful girl is here just for me so I want to focus all my attention on her".

He smiles at you like a child, before changing into more comfortable clothes. He then comes back to you again, and without further delay he jumps into bed to take you in his arms. However, you intercept his gesture and step back, leaving him with his arms wide open, empty without the presence of your body.

He frowns, somewhat hurt by your gesture. You give him a comforting smile, before opening your arms too. “Now it’s your turn to be the little spoon.” You nod for him to come and snuggle against your body, but he continues to display a perplexed expression.

"No, I've always been the big spoon. I've never been the little spoon so why should I be now?" He tries to convince you to keep your usual roles, namely you in his arms while he comes to hold you tightly against his chest.

You widen your eyes, surprised. "What? You've never tried to be the little spoon before?" You ask quite surprised. He shakes his head no. "I've always played the role of the big spoon. I prefer it." It's your turn to frown now. "Well it's the perfect time to switch roles. I'm going to be the big spoon and you the little one, okay?"

Lando remains skeptical for a moment, preoccupied with the idea of being the little spoon. He loves having you safe and warm in his arms, being able to hold you a little tighter every minute against him, being able to admire your face as you relax in his embrace. If he becomes the little spoon, he won't be able to do that.

Finally, he shakes his head and leans back, crossing his arms. "No. If I was the little spoon I wouldn't be able to have you in my arms, and I don't like that." You have the impression of seeing him pout and this vision makes you smile stupidly. However, you roll your eyes, exhausted by his perhaps a little too dramatic reactions.

"Baby, if you don't try to be the little spoon you'll never know what it's like to be one. I assure you the feeling is so good, you should really try." You try to make your softest eyes at him to convince him to change his mind. “You could at least do that for your girlfriend right?” You look at him begging.

He stares at you with narrowed eyes, still somewhat skeptical. But your puppy dog face and your desire to hold him are too much for him. He can't resist his girl's desires, because after all, you're the priority and he can never say no to the person he loves most in the world.

He sighs before letting go. “Okay, I can try being the little spoon.” You jump with joy and excitement as he rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. You lay back down on the mattress and open your arms again, now forcing him to come into your embrace.

He smiles mischievously at you before finally collapsing into your arms, trying to snuggle as close to your body as he can. Your arms come around and hug him tightly against your body, while he nestles his head in the crook of your neck. His curls tickle the skin of your neck, while you let out some giggle.

After finally finding the most comfortable position, you feel your boyfriend relax in your arms, randomly placing a few kisses in the crook of your neck or on your shoulders. You play with his hair, wrapping a few curls around your finger or lightly pulling on it to make it bounce.

He lets out a small groan of pleasure, nestling a little closer against you, as you gently caress his back. You lower your head to admire him. He really seems like a helpless child, who just needs love and comfort. It's just adorable.

You giggle, which makes him raise his head to look into yours with his beautiful gaze. "What ?" He asks, completely lost. You hold back another laugh. "Nothing. You're just really adorable and cute, baby" He blushes violently at your words, as he nuzzles his head against your neck again to hide his pink cheeks. "C'mon, you don't need to hide. You know I like it when you blush"

He groans again before lifting his head to return his gaze to your face. You place a kiss on his cheek, while his eyes narrow, a sign that he is smiling. “So, do you prefer to be the little spoon or the big spoon ?” You finally ask. He pauses, taking time to think.

"Hmm... The big one. I like feeling you safe and warm in my arms. And what's more, I can admire the beauty of my baby" You raised your eyebrows slightly. “So you don’t like being the little spoon?” "That's not what I said" He said in defense, before diving his head back against your neck.

You end up falling asleep in each other's arms, Lando comfortably ensconced in your embrace as he smiles at the touch of your hand stroking his back and the other coming to play with his hair.

However, what you won't know is that he secretly admits that he loves being the little spoon. To feel your arms around him, to smell your sweet perfume, to feel your gentle caresses and your hands in his hair, to simply feel loved and safe in your arms. He'll never admit it but he loves this feeling more than anything in the world.

So after this day, this change of role, you will find him becoming the little spoon much more often than you thought. He will no longer be able to stop himself from coming to snuggle up against you, from nestling his head in the crook of your neck and leaving hundreds of kisses there, because after all there is no doubt about it : he secretly prefers be the little spoon.

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