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shewassaying · 8 months

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💛💫1000 DOWNLOAD CELEBRATION -- PART TWO💫💛

And now, for part two of our celebration, everyone's favorite ornery editor: Oscar!

Also, you all are wild. We didn't even get halfway through our 1K celebration before we hit 2000 downloads. Thank you all so much!! <3

Art by @minthe-drawings

DEBUT

by Cath, edited by @crescencestudio

No way. No way, no way, no way. Nope. No. Way.

There is no chance whatsoever that you're going tonight. It's not happening. This… It's all wrong!

You stand before the full length mirror in Oscar's bedroom–

No, it's your bedroom now too. The mental correction is taking longer to come into effect than you'd thought it would, despite you having had nearly two months to adjust. And despite you redecorating… or rather, decorating the place.

To call it a bachelor pad would be a compliment, since that would imply at least furniture to begin with. Oscar's place had just been... empty.

"I'm always traveling. What is the point of a–What the fuck did you call that? A duvet?-- Whatever the hell it's called, if I'm in hotels most of the time?"

His huffing had done nothing to stop your determination to bring the aesthetic of the place from "utilitarian holding cell" to an actual home. Where people live. On purpose. He'd groused the whole time, but little did he know, you had seen every one of his slight smiles as you chose which bedsheets, towels, curtains matched your shared space best. He'd enjoyed watching you make your small—and not so small—claims on the space.

You stare at yourself in the full-length mirror (a purchase he had been surprisingly on board with) for a heartbeat more before half thrashing your way free of the clothes and adding them to the ever-growing mountain on the bed.

You can't do this. Nope. Too much pressure.

You shove on a tattered sweatshirt (Oscar's, stolen, smelling like old books and his spice-scented cologne) and a pair of shorts just as Oscar enters the room.

"You're not dressed yet?" He arches an eyebrow at you, and you immediately scowl. It does not escape you that he isn't ready either–he's wearing the same jeans and tee-shirt from his morning errands.

"I'm not going."

He leans against the doorframe, his broad shoulders near filling the entranceway, his expression shifting towards one he always seems to save just for you, a wry kind of amusement bordering on exasperation.

"You sound like a toddler," he says. You think you hear the beginning of a chuckle in his voice, and it fans your stubbornness into outright defiance.

"I do not. I sound like an adult who can make their own decisions, and I decided I'm not going."

Your earlier suspicion is confirmed: his chuckle evolves into a snort that does a poor job hiding his laughter.

"It's the launch party for your book. You quite literally have to go."

You throw yourself backwards onto the bed with a loud groan, covering your face with your hands. He's right, of course. But there's no way in hell you're saying that.

"How about this, Oscar? You edited the thing. You go schmooze in my stead and make good impressions and whatever else is expected for something like this–"

You feel his presence moments before he reaches down for you. It's that familiar tingle that fills the air every time you two are in close proximity, a ticklish kind of static. He grips you firmly but gently by the shoulders, prying you up from the bed. He'd probably release you if you put up a fight, because he was annoying like that. So instead, you switch tactics and go entirely limp, forcing him to drag your stubborn, slumping form up. Your head lolls from side to side, but he, equally as stubborn, hauls you up into a seated position.

"What's the issue, sweetheart?" he asks, the note of annoyance in his voice the only acknowledgement of your ragdoll display.

You lean against him, winding your arms around his hips and burying your face into his stomach. Your face feels warm with embarrassment, and you don't want him to see. You don't want to admit the actual problem—to hear how frivolous it sounds when it's spoken aloud. All that would do is make you feel… small. Ridiculous.

The silence stretches, and soon you feel the weight of his hand against the back of your head, cradling it gently. He leans just slightly into you, pulling you closer, and begins drawing soothing, rhythmic circles on your back. The soothing effect is near instantaneous, and you sigh loudly before turning your head so he can hear you.

"I have nothing to wear."

His hand stills for a moment, and his thumb twitches at the base of your neck. His chest shakes a little, and you pull back to glare up at him.

He's laughing. That bastard!

"Stop it, I'm serious!"

This, of course, only makes him laugh harder, the tone warm and genuine. You expect the shame and embarrassment to overcome you at any moment, but it doesn't. He's not mocking. You find yourself struggling to maintain your glare, your lips twitching into a smile.

"That's the issue? We can fix that! Why didn't you say something sooner?"

He drops a kiss on your forehead before untwining himself from your arms and walking to your closet.

"No, it's not! I– Nothing feels right, and it's too late to go and buy something new...!"

"It's just nerves. It's making it hard to make a decision."

You grunt in response, wrinkling your nose. You know that, of course. Doesn't make it any easier.

"Here." Oscar withdraws an outfit from the closet and presents it to you nonchalantly. "What about this one?"

You eye the fabric skeptically. It's pale in color, the material looks buttery smooth, and you're almost entirely certain you've never seen it before.

"I-Is that mine?"

"What? What kind of question is that? It's not mine."

"I– I don't know! Where did that even come from?"

Oscar's brow drops to a decidedly annoyed expression.

"Scribbles. You cannot seriously expect me to know where you've obtained your clothing."

You practically hiss at the nickname, snatching the clothes hanger from him.

"Fine, I'll try it! Now get out so I can change."

Oscar arches his eyebrow at you.

"Seeing you change? That's where we draw the line of privacy, is it? Even though I've seen you–"

"Beat it, Spellcheck!"

He's cackling, and you're flustered and overheated by the time you succeed in banishing him from the bedroom.

—-—-—-

"Come out, Scribbles. Let me see you."

You sigh softly to yourself before leaving the safety of your bedroom, having finished your final grooming touches. The outfit Oscar picked feels suspiciously new. When did you even buy this?

Still, the color is more complimentary than you'd expected, and the cut of it is undeniably flattering on your body. You still feel anxiety creeping up your throat from its nest in your belly, but your boyfriend had been right. Having the choice made for you was helpful. The quality of his choice certainly didn't hurt either.

Stepping into the living room, you look around for a moment before spotting Oscar leaning against the far wall.

Your mind goes blank, a slate wiped clean. He's changed as well, it seems. He wears a light brown vest paired with a cream colored jacket–colors that distinctly compliment your own outfit. The lines of the suit follow the contours of his body perfectly, and your pulse suddenly feels very loud. It's not wholly unusual for Oscar to dress up for work events or the like but…

Damn. He's hot.

Your gaze slides up his body and to his face, and you finally see the expression he's wearing. Any last scrap of insecurity you feel is banished by the look he is giving you. It's more exalting than desire, more sinful than reverence, more devoted than hunger. It's... all of those things and more.

You can barely breathe.

"I knew it."

He drags himself from the wall and stalks towards you, the movements reminiscent of a prowling cat.

"I knew that would be stunning on you the moment I saw it."

You're flushing, your breathing coming unevenly. The effect he has on you is dizzying, but one question rises from the haze that's overcoming your mind.

"The moment you saw it...?"

"You like my gift, Scribbles?"

"Wait, you… you bought this for me?"

"Well, you're always going on and on about everything needing to match in this damn house, so..."

"You bought this so I could match with you?"

He's only an arm's length from you now. The intensity of his gaze as he rakes his eyes up and down your body is such that you can practically feel his touch sliding over your skin.

"Don't be absurd," he says quietly, his eyes finally meeting yours. The smile he gives you is wicked, but you don't miss the tinge of pink settling over his cheeks.

He finally closes the gap between you, pressing you against the wall in one swift, easy motion. His hands find your hips, and his face nuzzles into your neck. For a moment, you wonder if he chose that spot to strategically hide his blush, just as you had before, but the thought quickly leaves you, as Oscar distracts you with the warmth of his breath against your skin, the nip of his teeth on your earlobe.

You shudder.

"I bought it because I knew it would look incredible on you. I bought my suit after to match."

His arms wind around your lower back and fit you to him, and you nearly purr, pulling him closer. His touch is intoxicating—soft and sweet from his kisses that barely graze your skin, rough and scratchy from his beard lightly scraping against you. He trails his lips along your body. First, nibbling at your ear, then brushing over your jaw, before finally finding its way to the corner of your mouth.

You turn towards him to close that torturous distance, wanting your mouth upon his. All you can think about is the feeling of his lips pressed against yours. Your whole body is on fire, set alight by his touch, but still he holds himself just beyond your reach.

"Maybe we shouldn't go after all," he hums. The rasp of his deep voice is more pronounced than usual, and you arch your back into him in response. He grins wolfishly at you, and you almost snap. Enough with the teasing.

You want him to kiss you so. Fucking. Badly.

But before you can give voice to your wishes, he grants them as if he knows the effect he has on you. He kisses you with a languid, searing intensity. You tangle your fingers into his soft curls and he groans into your mouth, his fingers digging hard into your body. You can feel his control dangling by a thread–

He pulls back, his breath hitching, and nips at your lower lip before truly breaking the kiss.

"But–" you begin, but he shakes his head.

"Tonight is to celebrate you. What you accomplished. I want you to have that, you deserve it. You've earned it."

He raises his hand to your cheek, brushing his knuckles over the heated skin. You smile.

"... Fine. We'll go."

"Good."

He separates from you, and the cool air isn't as soothing as you'd hoped. It's mostly lonely. He crosses the room to grab the keys, and shoots you a smirk over his shoulder as he goes.

"Because I deserve it too. I had to edit the damn thing, and I think you would actually perish if you had to come up with a synonym on your own–let alone place a comma properly–"

"Asshole!"

His laughter drowns out your stream of obscenities, and you depart for your book's debut.

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turn3tifosi · 4 months

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more hearts than mine - ingrid andress

oscar piastri x fem!reader

you finally take oscar home to meet your parents, but you warn him first

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warning: none

They had been dating for around six months when she decided she wanted to introduce him to her family. He knew everything about where she grew up. He loved the excitement with which she told him about the haunted hut at the top of the hill, all the legends and myths, and all the trouble she got up to while growing up.

The one thing Oscar knew about her parents? They were very strict. He was the first boy she would be taking to meet her parents, and he was nervous. So of course they would sleep in separate beds. He didn't mind, it was barely three days anyways. He would have to go to church because her mother sang in the choir and so the whole family and whoever was there would have to go and pretend to enjoy church.

Her mother had always wanted to know whoever is in her life. She would be more excited when it's her elder daughter who brings someone home because it's so rare. Her mother might be strict but she wants her child to be happy. Oscar knows this, and he hopes to be in her good books.

Dad would definitely check the car's tires. Whenever she drives back home, her father always checks everything about the car and always fixes anything wrong. It's something she has gotten used to and he definitely has, as well. He will make you a drink in the evening, and tell you his love story, hoping that ours will be just as happy as his. His favourite hobby is fishing, so if he approves of you, you will be taken for fishing within an hour. Dad will still pretend he doesn't like you though.

Oscar was warned about his tweets. He had posted quite often in the past, especially when he was karting. He tweeted about everything. Her sister would find it all out, and would do her best to embarrass him. It's all in good fun though, and in the evening, when they are all sitting in the main hall, she would warn him about ever trying to hurt her sister.

She had told Oscar about some of her wild behaviour in high school. The skipping school and getting into a fist fight with a guy double her size but Oscar doesn't know what to expect when he meets her high school friends. They have all grown from their high school age, some in college, some working, and this trip was around the holidays so there will definitely be a reunion. They will buy him drinks, experiment with different ones, some tried and tested, and as laughter blankets over the group, some one will bring up the time she argued with the teacher over the assignment deadline or the one time she scared the senior by pretending to be a ghost. He will laugh at it all, and then stare at her, falling just a little bit more in love with his girlfriend every time someone brings up a time where she took all her friends to the club because she was allowed but they weren't and snuck them in.

He realizes this as he starts the car. As she puts in her favourite songs and sings along, and he can't help but scream the lyrics with her. He also knows that if they break up, he would never be fine, that the first heart broken would be his.

#f1 x you #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar piastri x oc #ikya posts!

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dumbassacademia · 3 years

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my friend collects old books and a while ago he got one that was a little less than 100 years old that’s the collected works of oscar wilde and this afternoon he gave it to me and it was just a casual thing he was like “yeah i decided i didn’t want it anymore” and it’s not nearly his oldest and i’m pretty sure he has another oscar wilde book anyway but i cried about it

i’m extraordinarily excited

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undefined5posts · 3 years

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Credit: Jordan J. Lloyd

I've been trying to dive deeper into politics, discover the genuine roots of our society, the origins of our beliefs, and the consequences of our economic system. It's a big, long, wide journey and through multiple sources such as articles, images, videos and multiple social media platforms, I've been trying to educate myself more on important subjects.

Communism, capitalism, libertarian, conservative, the left, the right, the history, the impact. It is scary to commit to everything because once you start, you simply cannot stop, once you start waking up your conscience about the horrible reality, the lies, the truths, you cannot put it back to sleep. You can't just ignore prejudice, especially when you're extremely conscious of it's omnipresence. I have continually tried to build my own opinions all while actively creating bullet point arguments in my mind because I just know that at some point I will have to defend my thinking, and I want to do it right.

Now, I am so far from being enlightened, I am a beginner and an amateur in all of those themes, but I am trying, which is the only way to start and grow.

So to tell you about my beliefs, I am a militant human rights activist, I believe in equal opportunities regardless of gender identity, sex, religion, sexual orientation, ethnicity, race and disability. This is a fact, not a belief, but the system was obviously not built to protect all people, its wasn't created to serve everyone equally but to grant a privilege to some and harm others. The current state of the world is not a slip, an accident or a misfunction of our brilliant system but a testament of it operating remarkably well. I believe that equity leads to equality, and I believe that we cannot "fix" methodologies that were immorally created with absolutely no honor whatsoever. I believe in reproductive rights, in legal, safe abortions for anybody who needs one. I believe in the decriminalization of marijuana. I believe that the death penalty is a despicable punition that should be banned as soon as possible. I believe in defunding the police and the military. I believe that it is a shame that I even have to talk about police brutality, I don't want to have to say that it is one of the most horrible things our world has originated, I feel extremely dense when I do because it seems like the most obvious certitude and I refuse to believe that this is a controversial statement. I believe that everything I have just stated, along with many more, isn't anything grand but the bare minimum, the bar is low, and yet, we still have the fight for basic human decency.

Humanity has become an option. We have normalized supporting people that represent everything wrong in this world under the name of tolerance. The left has never claimed to be tolerant towards hateful beings, We have never accepted homophobia, transphobia, racism, ableism and sexism. We cannot, for exemple, accept nazis, as too much tolerance inevitably leads to intolerance. This picture explains it perfectly:

I consider myself a communist/ socialist. The two terms still confuse me a little, some say they are the same, some say they differ quite a bit. What I know is that socialism is the transitional period between capitalism and communism. At the end of the day, the final result and goal is a stateless, moneyless and clasless society that will provide to each his need.

Our capitalistic society has brainwashed us way more than you may think. It is the root of so many of our issues, the underground demon of our problems. Every idea, thought, belief, and misconception of ours were all affected by our current economic system. It has sold us the billionnaire dream which is one of the most toxic things capitalism has offered. We have looked up to billionaires for way too long, why are they so idolized? Most of them come from high upper class families that can easily afford to invest in their inventions and creations. After starting up their companies and occasionnaly stealing other's people ideas to ultimately get undeserved merit, they then can start to properly exploit their hardworking employees's labour. And for unlimited hours and a minimum wage which probably won't even suffice you to survive, you will have to either pick up more shifts or a second or even third job, especially if you have a family to support. All while the CEO barely does any of the work and gets all the praise and money. So no, they don't all come from really poor families and have built everything for nothing.

The worst thing is that we've been so gaslit and brainwashed that we're proud of our own exploitation, we are wired to think that to be successful we have to suffer, work 10 jobs we all hate, constantly pick up extra hours, have 2 hours of sleep, have no free time to do anything we love, waste our entire youth, be depressed our entire adulthood, to finally have a few pennies to spend when we're eighty. We so strongly believe that this is the only right way to be successful that I don't think many of us have dared to question it's authority, and even if we do, we quickly accept that this a truth, a fact we cannot change and this is just the way things are.

We have capitalized water, food, land, forests, oceans, space, and everything in betweeen. Money is social construct and we have deliberately let it take over our lives. To think about the wasted opportunities and the misery that we have to endure so others can enjoy life truly angers me.

Also, communism is not an ideology that has every actually taken place. Despite what they say, there was never actually a communist country. However, every nation that has attempted a socialist system, for exemple Burkina Faso, has thrived. But of course, once capitalist countries noticed that, they decided to murder it's leader. So in conclusion, the only reason socialism failed is because of capitalism and it's interventions.

"As President (1983-1987), Sankara initiated economic reforms that shifted his country away from dependence on foreign aid and reduced the privileges of government officials; he cut salaries, including his own, decreed that there would be no more flying in first class or driving Mercedes as standard issue vehicles for Ministers and other government workers. He led a modest lifestyle and did not personally amass material wealth. President Sankara encouraged self-sufficiency, including the use of local resources to build clinics, schools and other needed infrastructure. [...] President Sankara promoted land reform, childhood vaccination, tree planting, communal school building, and nation-wide literacy campaigns. He was committed to gender equity and women’s rights and was the first African leader to publicly recognize the AIDS pandemic as a threat to African countries. Although Sankara became somewhat more authoritarian during his Presidency, his ideas, and the possibility that they could spread, were viewed by many as posing the greatest threat. President Sankara was assassinated during a coup led by a French-backed politician, Blaise Compaoré, in October 1987. Compaoré served as the President of Burkina Faso from October 1987 through October 2014, when he himself was overthrown."

Via:https://africandevelopmentsuccesses.wordpress.com/2015/02/28/success-story-from-burkina-faso-thomas-sankaras-legacy/

I have been reading and watching some amazing human rights activists, notably Angela Davis, Malcolm X and James Baldwin. The people that were villainized, labeled as violent and radical, when every single word that came out of their mouhs were pure facts. They are probably some of the most eloquent people I have had the pleasure of hearing. Every sentence, every argument, every single detail made so much sense and opened my mind to so many new realizations. This is the perfect exemple of how the media tarnishes the reputation of wise black women and men. I would strongly advise you to research more about them.

"Socialism & communism are demonized in the west to the point of erasing influential individuals' socialist advocacy. Heres a short list of people you may not have known were socialists/ communists:

MLK

Albert Einstein

Nelson Mandela

Frida Kahlo

Tupac Shakur

Mark Twain

Malcom X

Oscar Wilde

Bertrand Russell

Hellen Keller

Pablo Picasso

George Orwell

Shia LaBeouf

John Lennon

Woody Guthrie

Socialism & communism are not dirty words. Some of the most brilliant minds of our history were socialists and communists. Embrace it." Via @sleepisocialist on twitter

So what else can I say, capitalism has ruined our society and the way we act and think. I know a lot of people refuse to support communism because they think it's too much of a perfect ideal utopian world for it to ever actually exist. And to that I say, first of all, so you agree, it is a wonderful theory, and second of all, a world without racism, sexism, homophobia or any kind or discrimination could also be perceived as "too ideal to actually exist", but does that mean I'm giving up on talking, educating myself and others, protesting and trying to build a better future? Absolutely not. This is the objective, it would be so dumb to think that we just couldn't achieve that so let's not even try.

I want to talk more in detail about communism, theory, human rights, etc... but I don't want to make this post any longer. I will however be posting more about it soon enough.

I know this is a little different than what I usually post, but I want to speak, tell you all my own opinions, I don't want to just repost activism related stuff. I'll continue to do that, but not exclusively. I know it won't get as many interactions as my other posts, but this is what I needed at some point in my life, and if I could make understanding some basic informations easier to some people, it'll already be a great accomplishment.

Thank you for reading.

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