If I Had A Nickel For Every Time I Wrote About A Quirky Interaction Happening In A Fic Between The Main

how do people not love f1 it’s a bunch of cringe twinks being embarrassing about each other

btw there's no hard barriers between any queer identities- where one identity ends and another begins, they meld together, creating a gradient between the two, and every other identity around it. it's one big gradient, not rigid boxes that can never be touched by one another. queerness involves embracing those gray areas, celebrating them, and the lives of people who occupy them. being unique does not involve casting away those who are similar to you- there are no barriers between different queers, we are all part of the the same beautiful tapestry.

the funniest things happen when your brain rot for Oscar Piastri collides with a fanfic prompt.

I should be writing other things but sometimes I write fanfic instead. if you want to read, you can find it here 👀💖

(did I make a collection so I can a.) write more landoscar fics and b.) call it pastry and poetry as a play on both Oscar's name and my need to wax poetically about him? yes.)

the mclaren boys are driving me insane lately and I must be a part of my cycle where I want to write soft love and sweet kissing.

sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time

Do you ever read a fanfic that is just so good it just sticks with you into days or even weeks after you’ve read it. Like you could be sitting in class or alone in your room and suddenly you’re just like, wow, that was a really good fanfic. Like it was really good.  

see part 2 of drives as incorrect quotes <3

for this guy 😐🤨😶😳

I really thought I'd write some good old-fashioned orgasm delay/denial smut and be done with it.

but here I am, being introspective about things I don't know nearly enough about. anyway, as a girlie who wants and isn't getting, I've been using this f1 rpf fic as therapy too much.

(this is a teaser (I suppose) for the next chapter and don't let it fool you, it's got a lot of sex in it.

just sometimes my silly little brain gets in the way and writes a lot ode to a man I barely know)

find this fic on ao3 here

Why fic no climb out of my head and lie down in paper? Why must I write fic? ☹