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[alexanderossis]

Lando has food poisoning so have a soft Carlando moment while I cope with Nyck De Vries wearing Lando’s race suit lol. 

Carlos is lying awake when his phone rings. It’s late enough in Brazil that he should be sleeping, but the time change is messing with his body. His phone is on Do Not Disturb, and concern flickers through as he reaches for it. Only a few people are set to get through, and they would only call if it’s an emergency.

It’s Lando.

“Lando,” Carlos picks up, sighing, “Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Don’t feel good,” Lando moans into the phone and it has Carlos bolting upright in the hotel bed.

“What’s going on, mi Amor?” Carlos pulls on the sweatpants discarded by his bed and pulls a discarded Ferrari shirt over his head.

“I- I think,” Lando pauses, shakes wracking through his body as he curls against the toilet, “I think maybe I ate something bad, I don’t-”

Carlos can hear him panting through the phone and his heart physically aches for him.

“I’m coming,” Carlos grabs his keycard off the counter next to the door and pads out into the hallway.

“Okay,” Lando sounds so small and sad and Carlos picks up the pace.

He uses the key that Lando had given him for ‘emergencies’, which at the time Carlos thought would be for playing video games or taking pre-race naps, but now is being used for actual emergencies, to get into Lando’s hotel room.

Lando is lying on the bathroom floor when he gets there.

“Lando,” Carlos crouches next to him.

His poor boy is flushed, heat ripping through his body as he shivers on the floor.

“Do you want to sit up?”

Lando shakes his head, groaning as a wave of nausea comes over him.

“You’re going to have to drink something at some point, okay?” Carlos reaches for a paper cup near the sink and starts to fill it.

“It won’t stay down,” Lando pants, pulling himself up to heave over the toilet.

Carlos fills the cup and sets it on the bathtub near Lando’s hunched figure. He rubs Lando’s back gently as he throws up, nothing coming up but bile at this point. There are tears streaming down Lando’s flushed cheeks and Carlos just wants to pull the sickness into himself and take it away from Lando so he doesn’t have to go through it anymore.

Lando leans his head against the toilet seat, eyes fluttering with exhaustion and fever.

“Alright, here’s what we’re going to do,” Carlos says, stroking his hair. All he feels is panic, but one of them has to be thinking clearly right now, and it’s definitely not going to be Lando. “I’m going to call Jon and we’re going to try and get your fever down a bit, okay?”

Lando nods slightly and Carlos presses a kiss to his forehead. “I know Jon isn’t a doctor but he’ll hopefully know what to do. More than I do, at least.”

“Don’t care,” Lando says quietly, “Just want you here.”

“I’m here, I’m here.” Carlos reassures him as Lando sniffs, fresh tears falling. “I know it’s awful, baby.  I’m so sorry.”

He helps Lando to lay back down on the floor before standing up and grabbing a washcloth from the towel rack and running it under cool water. He uses one side of it to wipe gently at Lando’s mouth and then soaks it again, pressing the clean side to Lando’s head in an attempt to stop the fever.

He helps Lando lay against him, Carlos with his back against the sink, Lando with his head against Carlos’s chest. He tries to keep him as calm as possible, hoping Lando might be overcome with exhaustion and fall asleep, but they are interrupted every few minutes by waves of nausea. 

Jon shows up about 30 minutes later with a team medic in tow. Carlos backs out of the bathroom to give them some space and to take a few deep breaths to stop the panic from overtaking him. He’s never seen Lando like this, so small and sickly.

Lando calls out for him from the bathroom, almost delirious with fever. The medic is prepping an IV and if Lando had more strength, Carlos knows Lando would be fighting him off. 

”Lando doesn’t like needles,” Carlos supplies automatically, leaning against the bathroom door.

“I’m afraid I don’t have any other choice,” The doctor grimaces, “If I don’t get some fluids and meds into his system, he’s going to get dehydrated.”

Jon pushes to his feet and leads Carlos out of the bathroom. “Why don’t we find some clean clothes for Lando to change into?”

Carlos knows what he’s doing, but he doesn’t mind. He needs the distraction, whether or not he wants to admit it to Jon.

“Is he going to be okay?” Carlos asks quietly as he rifles through Lando’s suitcase.

“I think he’ll be fine.” Jon takes the pair of sleep shorts from Carlos’ hands and sets them on the bed, “He probably will miss media tomorrow, though.”

Carlos nods. He pulls out a recognizable hoodie from Lando’s suitcase, the number 55 emblazoned on the back. It makes him smile softly.

“He’s in good hands, don’t worry,” Jon pats him on the back and heads back to the bathroom to check on Lando.

Between the fluids and the medication in the IV, Jon and the doctor manage to get Lando to the hotel bed. Carlos joins him, helping Lando to change into clean clothes, and letting his boyfriend rest his head on his chest.

The doctor tells them about as much as Jon could say and tells Lando that he will re-evaluate him in the morning. They leave them both with the instructions to sleep and hope for the best.

The door closes behind them, leaving Carlos and Lando alone and Carlos lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. Lando is already fighting the sleep that’s trying to wash over him, scooting closer to Carlos.

“You need to sleep,” Carlos cuddles him closer.

Lando looks up at him, eyes wide and soft and so so brown, “Thank you. For coming and for staying.”

Carlos presses a kiss to his head, “Of course.”

“I love you,” Lando mumbles, closing his eyes. 

”I love you too,” Carlos rubs his back, “Now sleep.”

Hope you enjoyed it! And hopefully Lando feels better for the race. 

Read it on A03:https://archiveofourown.org/works/42995520 

#carlando #0455 #5504 #Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #f1 fics

[corvianbard]

#5504

My name is Jane Doe, Yet I do not know My own identity, Lost perhaps for eternity.

#my poem #poem #poetry #identity #eternity #5504

[classyseconds]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Cabi The Tracker Jogger Pants Marigold Women's size 2 style .

#5504

[every-tome]

#everytome #s3 #s3e8 #5504

[spitedloser]

why does dirk’s land kinda look the upside down from stranger things??

#like just draw in a huge fuckin spider thing and boom new promo image #anyway im super excited for st season 4 #5504

[exotic-indians]

#Ashika Ranganath (5504×8256)

[bookloversofbath]

Soul Music :: Terry Pratchett

Soul Music :: Terry Pratchett

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#0-5750-5504-9 #books by terry pratchett #discworld #discworld series #english fiction #fantasy fiction #first edition books #imaginary fiction #imaginary literature #imaginary novels #imaginary stories #satire fiction

[sexylonestar]

Nylon # 5504

#nylonfetish

[srbachchan]

DAY 5504

Jalsa, Mumbai                Mar 12/13,  2023                Sun/Mon   11:57 PM

🪔 .. March 14 .. 3.14 .. known as Pi Day .. and it be the birthday of Ef Rimi Basu .. and Ef Nilanjan Das from Kolkata .. all joy on this special day .. remain well .. ❤️❤️🌿

🪔 .. March 13 .. birthday of Ef Meghali B. Lahiry from Kolkata .. greetings and the prayers of affection .. ❤️🌿

..

YES .. the delay is unpardonable and .. well .. not without reason .. some days just begin and never end .. this one for example .. it began and then it came to an end before the end of the DAY was to be written for ..

There is reason, but I do not share it .. some reasons remain better kept silent .. terrible for the them that live on such .. but for some a blessing .. two sides of a coin .. which incidentally is what the code of life is all about ..

Forever two sides of the same coin .. unobtrusive, non garnered , and lavished by the substance of the side , depending on which side it landed on .. 

But repair mechanisms took priority and the delays just kept building ..

So now the honour and the privilege to write 2 for the same DAY .. what an honour .. seriously, jokes aside .. what a meaningful honour ..

You watch .. you observe .. and you copy paste within the confines of your home - the cerebrum .. the brain ..

Whatever is seen done experienced during the times of the day remains glued to the memory HD and keeps popping up in repeated equilibrium to bring menace to the customary read of this the Ef page .. 

There is much thought now on the honour to Babuji and the written works of his to be put up for research and analysis  .. no no no not RAW .. but one that has been attempted in the past but never given fruition  ..

And the thoughts that keep invading the mind are .. that the Ef family have so many devoted dedicated educated minds , that some om there could be brought to assist in this formation .. it would the most generous tribute to Babuji .. and what a completion of ideas would occur, because the many among you are already quite familiar, with the text and do keep floating ideas upon it ..

Now ..  but, I feel, its ripe for exploitation .. dissertation and reserve till its final presence .. 

But without the personal interest and management nothing would ever move .. so the desire is now being transferred and translated into some fructified ideas, that I shall in time share for cooperation and comment ..

My love as always 

Amitabh Bachchan

[oneterabyteofkilobyteage]

original url http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/Vines/5504/ last modified 2007-07-06 23:10:00

#RainForest #2007 #Explorer6 #WindowsXP #800x600

[tvxqdbsk]

BADA LEE for Dazed Korea January 2023

(5504 x 7179)

#ULTRA HD FOR ME #had to upload it as a link because tumblr was automatically compressing it because the file was so big #bada #bada lee

[sisiren]

we wrote ourselves into the stars

Chapter Two: letters from the sky Words: 5504

The letter sat heavy in her pocket. Contrary to what most people thought about "heavy letters", this one wasn't chalk full of serious topics or life-changing news.

She frowned at that thought, twining her fingers in the ribbon as she stood outside the door of Devo's current lesson. It was taught by the Hands of Guidance and when Amber had started following the heir into the room, the Hands of Guidance had stopped her with a look. 

She couldn't get the look of Devo staring back at her, half pleading, half resigned, and yet still following the Hands of Guidance into the room, out of her head.

The other lessons that had started off like that he had stormed out of the room, frowning the entire time. She had not been able to get him to even smile for the next few hours.

Something about it just bugged her. Sure, she as a child had hated the lessons she had been forced to attend, but she had usually been able to find some sort of joy in - in the people she surrounded herself with that could get her mind off of just about anything.

Those lessons generally weren’t something she had hated to the point where she frowned the rest of the day.

She had asked, that first day, still testing the waters, and Devo had just frowned at her, opening his mouth to respond before closing it just as quickly. He had stood there for a few minutes, just around the corner from the classroom looking so conflicted. And then, just when Amber thought he was about to start crying and she started panicking over that, he had turned, storming off to the library.

Watching over the heir was tiresome.

She snorted at that thought. Yeah, watching over Devo wasn’t life-changing. She knew how casually she had dropped it at the end of her letter after prattling about her day.

Keep reading on Ao3

#taz #the adventure zone #taz ethersea #amber gris #devo la main #the adventure zone ethersea #fantasy au #PAU #taz fanfic

[loganthrives]

RimWorld: Anomaly Part 2

I have another story to tell.

Spoilers below for a couple entities and a couple mechanics from, I'd say mid to late game?

A looong time ago, I got a call from a nearby colony begging to drop something near me with a reward for accepting the delivery. I'm down to clown, and it was a pretty good reward, so I said sure, why not?

That's not alarming at all. It says I can bring it to a holding platform to learn more, so-

Oh.

Great. Anyways so this motherfucker is an agent of pain, even moreso than this neat ball that I've found a few times now.

In the mean time, I have another obelisk to poke a-

-aaaand there goes Johnston's arm.

And stomach.

A few things happened after that. First we had to fight the darkness, then we had to avoid red rain so that we wouldn't fight each other, and we sent the mad ball out a couple of times, and things were actually going pretty good for a while, until the Revenant escaped containment.

So, it is no joke when one of these things gets free. First off, its like the other baby sightstealer thing except it doesn't automatically uncloak to attack. It leaves smears on the ground to indicate where its gone, but unless you have some kind of splash damage weapon like grenades or launchers, you can't reveal it or do damage to it because it is truly invisible.

Cue me panicking and building a couple EMP launchers and grenades, juust to have handy.

Another thing that happens is when it attacks and hypnotizes people, it drops a chunk of its own flesh? And you can study it to learn how to hunt and fight it.

First one gave me a longer trail to follow. Second one let my colonists hear it when its nearby. Third one finally decloaked it once we got near it.

But that meant that three colonists were downed to its hypnosis.

Wish I had screenshot this moment, but when you finally kill it (it takes a LOT of damage before going down, and I had brought basically everybody out to hunt it, so be ready with all of your best pawns), it destabilizes into a pile of revenant goop and returns to its spine only form. Which you can recapture, and it reforms again basically right away. Giant pain in my ass, but apparently regardless of the fact it regenerates it released all four of my colonists from hypnosis.

... I wish the story ended there. The story does not end there.

Time passed. Checking my logs, I killed the revenant on the 8th of Jugust, 5504. We had a third new obelisk show up the next day and are studying it.

And suddenly Johnston's fighting herself. Wait, what?

Its actually wild how much of an exact copy hostile Johnston is. Here's original Johnston:

And here's copy Johnston:

They have the same tattoos, the same favourite colour, the same fleshy biomass arm and stomach, they're even both showing up as married to the same man - the only differences are that one of them is naked and not part of my faction.

Check it out - copy Johnston's even got the same mood modifiers. Honeymoon phase, turned down by a different guy, likes her bedroom and thinks the dining room is impressive? Just absolutely bonkers to think of. This Johnston has never even seen the dining room!

Fun little notification - both were injured enough in their fight that they were both downed, and they both got back up at the same time, putting this on my screen:

So, what to do with a violent duplicate out here to steal your man? I did the only rational thing that I could think of.

I took her prisoner and recruited her.

I've got a kind of ranching-focused colony right now so another pair of hands to milk, shear, and look after animals isn't bad, you know? Copy Johnston still thinks she's married to Lorell, but if I click on Johnston from his social tab at least it goes to the correct Johnston. So at least he knows which side of his bread's buttered.

Not that this dude hasn't married, dated, or hooked up with 1/3rd of the colony. Bisexual highmates in a pro-polyamorous colony are wild.

I kind of wish there was more to the mood modifiers for copy Johnston. Like, she's got a high opinion of Lorell because of modifiers original Johnston had when she was copied, including a modifier to her opinion of him because they had done some lovin' recently? That's messed up, right? Wouldn't it mess her up too, emotionally? I have to wonder.

Also, is Johnston still looking like a word to y'all or no?

Twinsies! Seriously, its SO uncanny.

I keep looking for differences or signs that she's not quite human, or that recruiting her is going to come back to bite me in some horrible way later down the line, but so far so good.

Anyhoo, I don't think I have enough space left in the post to talk more on the Revenant or the trials it put me through, so I'll save that for part 3?

Also, I didn't honestly expect the last one to get notes like it did (not a ton, but better than my posts normally do), but if anyone's invested I'd be down to introduce more of my colonists and tell some other stories that I think up? Let me know what you think!

#rimworld #anomaly #anomaly spoilers #tw: body horror #tw: hypnosis #homewrecking #technically?? #also if someone wanted to add image IDs for screen readers I would love you forever #I'm screen clipping the text boxes but they're so narrow I actually can't add alt text #the button for it overlaps with the one to delete it lmao #also I'm bad at describing things and have no spoons

[acaciapines]

nano day three

words today: 2042

words total: 5504

another day DOWN! and oh boy this one took something out of me dkfgdg. its a pretty heavy scene i wrote, but i'm past it and now we're almost done with king's chapter--i'll finish it off tomorrow and its time for the collector again! much as i love king i adore writing the collector, they've got such a fun voice and it comes really easily to me.

i'd compare them to kris, actually. the both of them are characters that see the world in very specific ways, and have certain ways of phrasing their thoughts, so that it's really fun for me to write from their eyes. it would be hard if i couldnt slip so easily into their voices!

my favorite part of what i wrote today:

King’s used Dust before. It is magic: every time he draws a glyph and presses it into the world, it calls on the ambient magic, those patterns that drift through the world, around and around and around again, life in the same way the growing of plants is life, the skittering of animals. There’s not so much of that here. It’s all the rigid walls The Collector has put up, Dust kept in boxes. But not King. King has Dust, and he can see it, can reach out his paw and watch himself through himself, the sprawl of thoughts wanting something to latch onto. Once, he must’ve had The Owl House: had Eda and Firefly, Luz and Mari, and everyone else. Once he had his dad, as the very land itself, and the river of thoughts, endless through the sky. Now he has none of that. Now he only has himself. “Okay.” King breathes out. “Focus. The Collector just sort of—grabs. Surely I can do that too, right? I mean, I’m a Titan. People came from Titans.” The last time a sigil broke Hunter and Flapjack nearly died. The last time there was palistrom wood, and connections: Luz and Mari reaching out. This time there’s just him. All the palistrom trees have been killed, destroyed, or are otherwise in another realm, bits of plant matter stuck to his sister and whatever Hunter-Flapjack is to her. Titan, King reminds himself, and he begins.

#nanoblogging #chatter #today's excerpt ft. truly like so many spoilers lol #what ISNT spoiled here??? #oh well most of it doesnt have the context anyways #n by the time i post this in eight billion years. how many people will really remember #oh my god yall dont even know about the previous golden guard. my beloved #he shows up in like 2 fics and yet he is SO FUN #there are so so so many things ive done in this au that i cant even remember the half of them #and a grove of palistrom to you

[suzushiro]

少 女 礼 讃 ｜#747｜みなとへ（三）｜5501-5504｜Mr.Portrait / 青山裕企 / 写真家17才｜note

#少女礼讃 #girl

[exotic-indians]

#Kareena Kapoor [5832 x 5504]