I have done unspeakable things. But it's ok I'm just girl
Why are people tagging this post with a certainly real male racing driver
everyday formula 1 breaks containment. here's a list of his crimes by the scholars.
nothing unsettles me more than like a good fic on ao3 with no opening notes and no end notes. nothing but story. who are you? where are you writing from. are you ok. who hurt you
#i click onto the author’s dashboard and open all their other fics looking for notes on them#they are all similarly blank#i go to the author profile. it tells me the author joined in 2014 and nothing else#they have no bookmarks. they have one gift and it’s a bts fic from orphan_account. none of their own fics are bts fics.#this fic has altered me. i leave an unhinged comment then bookmark it and go stare out the window // via @elegantlyloquacious
Zepotha will never be Goncharov because when it comes down to it, tumblr culture is collaborative, while tiktok culture is merely iterative, and those are not the same thing.
Op I refuse to let your tags stay in the tags cause THIS!!!!!
F1 DRIVERS COME UP WITH A SUMMER BREAK INSTAGRAM CAPTION THAT ISNT ABOUT RECHARGING YOUR BATTERIES 🔋 CHALLENGE
you do have to admire oscar's evolution throughout the year. he went from absolute npc to the people's princess in the span of half a season and that's very important i think
Two shots, two opportunities - chapter 2 (of 2)
The tears have started by the time George is rounding turn one, running hot down his nose and into his mouth. It’s hard to see – and where the fuck is turn two? – but he can hear the calm voice in his ear.
In which I realise the startling parallels between two of the most important races of George’s career to date, and it rots away at my brain for six months until I finish writing this.
The second half of the Sakhir fic; the part that is hardly about Sakhir at all.