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[scriddlecat-is-gold]

Pls write some icon ideas in my inbox 🙏

[sainz100]

in my opinion you should always add the source to the post, especially if it's a photographer who posted something publicly so they need to be credited

thank you for your message anon!! 💝✨ and thank you for reading my silly long tags!! I love to ramble in there! 💞 ahhh, I agree!! this topic is always on my heart as I navigate what's, like, the protocol in f1blr and since I love searching for content, so more yapping & thoughts under the cut!!

When I was really active in a fandom for a musician, many pals who took photos at gigs lamented how often they saw their stuff yoinked without credit and put on twitter, pinterest, tumblr 😔 It can be hella demoralizing, especially for pro photographers who take a ton of time editing and crafting a shot 📸 so the least I can do as a mere insta searcher is link and credit!! 🔎✨ plus, then folks can go check out a photographer's other work! (also thank you for your ask since two of the posts this morning didn't have the instas in the source part, just the name!! Gotta go add those!) the only time I hesitate is when I want to be mindful of someone's privacy 😶‍🌫️ I only share publicly available content, but there's a bit of nervousness if its a smaller, personal instagram account that I'll put this poor person on the spot on tumblr dot org dot net just for happening to having a hot Max selfie in the RBR HQ location tag ahhhhhhhh I probs should get over this worry and add the account name for best practices tho!! 🫡 Ahhhh I always worry tho! Also I love crate digging in insta, like searching up old hashtags & finding fan accounts that haven't been updated since 2017! My thanks out to the universe for them since there are so many insta stories that would be lost if not archived!! 🌌💝 but for some of the older content and fan selfies from these accounts that I can't reverse image search or figure out, I usually put them in a collage (and I like to crop out fans for privacy from these older selfies) I'm always tempted just to blast photos on here, but I like to take time to credit/source/date things & to make it meaningful for lovely folks following this blog 🥺 Sorry, this is so long!!!!!!!! But content and crediting on the web is always on my noggin, especially as a blog that kinda is all about these sweet, sweet jpegs of millionaires. And this is all a lot of mental haranguing for photo posts that will get 5 notes!!!!!!!!!!! 🙂‍↕️✨ hehehe, maybe its the ex Catholic in me thats guilty having fun at every turn! Or as a history major who loves the search and the citing. And as a part of the web, I wanna do my part to keep it nice. Also, tmi, but I fear I'll do something wrong on in the tumblr space, like a faux pas? I do see other tumblrs with like mega popular posts with 500+ notes that have no source, no date, no context. If f1blr is kinda a closed ecosystem 🌲🌱🖼️🌳🌿 of just admiring these motorsports stars, then that's one thing (like, gosh, I miss having a discord server where I could just drop fun finds and everyone was so nice about it!! but I've seen how stuff can travel after posting on the web! Like, surely other folks would've found that Max air hockey vid back during the Austin GP [especially if they were also nosily keeping up with that car club all weekend that posted the party hehe] but I remember coming here, not seeing it, and posting! to putting on tumblr, anything can go to twitter and tik tok etc. suddenly, a photo/vid has an unsourced life of its own. as much as I see this as tagging geese here on sainz100, posting photos that aren't mine comes with concerns) and like..sometimes I think maybe I shouldn't share here, too. I get so stressed sometimes, and its of course easier to have my private dragon's horde of pngs. But it makes me so happy to find something that resonates with folks. I just have to accept that I can only do my best & it's not up to me if someone yoinks from here to share elsewhere sans credit.

Tbh, at the end of the day for this blog, I just want to go "wow this special guy sure is neat! Love imagining him in situations and thinking about his tiddies 🥰 shoutout this photo fr" (also the search is half the fun for me so yeah!!) Folks sharing here on tumblr for blorbo admiration and contemplation and kind jesting and commiserating and hoping & rooting for ahhh it is so fun!! ❤️ And as best as possible I want to share who took these lovely pics so we continue to be gifted more blorbo fodder for years to come (ahhhhhhh if I think too long about f1 fangirling in 20+ years I'll think of dad bod Carlos and get too flustered to function 😵‍💫❤️✨ hehe! Hot!!!!!!!!!!!) anyways!! Tldr I agree!!!!

[robo-writing]

Toxic ex-boyfriend Simon 🫠🫠

It’s the same routine ever since you broke up with Simon. Call after call, decline after decline, you’ve changed your number twice now and he’s still managed to find you.

He doesn’t take no for an answer, though I suppose you knew this already—The break-up was a pretty big indicator of that, or in his words, your “break.”

“You’re just a bit overwhelmed,” he said to you, not budging a little even with your full weight on him, trying and failing to push him out of your apartment. It’s as if you weren’t even there. “Never had a man treat you like you need to be treated, scared of new sensations?”

That certainly wasn’t the problem, but it was in one ear and out the other with Simon. Honestly, you’re not even sure if it even managed to go in one ear.

“Please, don’t make this difficult,” you begged, giving up on your attempt to push him out. “Just…leave. I don’t want to call the cops.”

At the mention of police he laughs, almost mockingly. It almost scares you.

“Alright then, I’ll entertain your little tantrum for now,” he says, stepping out into the hallway. “But when you’ve finally come to your senses, know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

A pause, and then: “Of course I’ll have to teach you a lesson about being a brat when you do, but you always love my lessons don’t you pet?”

Weeks later his words still ring in your ears.

Weeks later your phone still rings in your hands.

You don’t need to check the caller ID—it’s always an unknown number, but you always know who it is. You let it go to voicemail like usual, but today is a first—a small notification being visible from the corner of your eye.

One voicemail left by: Unknown Caller

Your curiosity peaks, with stubbornness quelling it soon after. It’s a voicemail from your ex, what could he possibly say to you that you haven’t heard a million times before.

Still, it eats away at you. It wasn’t like him to leave a message when he could just call. Hell, knowing him he’s more likely to show up at your door.

It lingers in your mind. You think about it for the rest of the day and it’s now you truly understand the plight of the cat when curiosity seems so enticing.

You relent when you lie awake restless, a losing battle as you find your inbox and hit play.

Your ears are greeted with ambient silence, unsure if maybe Simon left his voicemail open on accident. The moment the thought crosses your mind you hear it, the distinct rumble you know as wholly and purely Simon. There’s a shuffle, then his voice cuts through the empty air.

“Hey there pet. Missed ya.”

You find your eyes rolling as he continues.

“I know, I know, you want to keep me away,” he says breathlessly. “But I’m not sure how long I can keep playing this game.”

There’s a rustling, a deep inhale followed by the sound of something squirting.

“Had to take a minute, forgot I had these,” he says, then takes a moment to laugh. “I’m talking like you can see me, so lemme paint you a nice, clear picture.”

A rather familiar sound of skin against skin has your face growing hotter. You’re in disbelief, willing to deny what you think you’re hearing until Simon confirms it for you.

“Hear that, pet?” He growls. “That’s all me. Could be yours too, if you’d stop being such a fuckin’ brat.”

The sound of his hand is slow, methodical in his purpose. “Nice and wrapped up in those panties I love so much. Pink and satin, the ones you got for valentines—you know the ones.”

A sigh, as if he’s reminiscing. “God, you were a real animal that day. Purred so nicely when I stuffed that cunt of yours.”

Whatever anger you have towards him for stealing your underwear is soon replaced with lust, the sound of the fabric in sync with his hand enough to have you squirming in your bed. His voice like gravel echoes through the speaker, even worse is the slick sounds of what you’re certain is your panties stroking his cock, stained with pre-cum.

More noises, his breathing getting faster and faster. “So fuckin’ soft. Feels good wrapped around me, reminds me of when you’d get so needy you’d need to grind yourself on my thigh.”

Long stretches of time where all you can hear are his breathless moans and his hand moving faster. On instinct your thighs close around nothing as you listen to your ex-boyfriend jerk off in your ears.

“Should see me right now, nice and hard just for you,” he gasps.

Your pussy throbs as if on instinct.

One of your favorite traits about Simon was his undeniably large cock, how it would blush the prettiest shade of rouge at the sight of you, how you struggled to take it every time and how you could feel it in your chest when he fucked you. It’s all you can think about now, any reason you had for breaking up seemingly lost to you.

Another laugh drags you from your thoughts. “You were thinking about me just then, weren’t you?”

Embarrassment burns through your body. You have half a mind to turn off your phone, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You can practically hear the smugness in his tone.

“Don’t worry, I’m thinking of you too.”

You hate the fact that he’s right. You hate the fact that he knows you so well. You hate the fact that you’re still listening.

You especially hate the fact you want him to do something about the increasing wetness in your panties.

“Just the thought of you, your body—that tight cunt of yours…” He cuts himself off with a moan, the distinct sound of slickness echoing in the speakers.

“God, just thinking about how hungry you must be for my cock…the things I’ll do when I get my hands on you.”

The laugh that emits from him is unhinged, animalistic. It excites you, as guilty as you feel for admitting it.

The sound of his hand speeds up as he talks. “You been taking good care of her in my stead? Touching yourself, getting her nice and prepared for when I come back? I’d hate to re-train her back into my shape.”

He’s so damn vulgar and you love it.

“Just remember, when you’re awake at night, and your thighs are pressing together so pretty, begging for something between them..”

His voice is clear as day, dark and unchained. It sends a full-bodied jolt through your own body, just barely resisting the urge to call.

“…That my cock will always be better than your hand.”

[castiwls]

i can fix him (no really i can) - d.w

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'I can fix him. no, really, I can, and only I can'

Requested; no

Warnings; mentions of alcoholism, hes kinda manipulative idk? the relationship isn't the best 🫠

Notes i was going back and forth on if I should write this for Dean or for Anakin for SOOO long but it seems im back on my Dean brain rot.

reqs and inbox are open ! (Also inspo for this comes from here <3)

Masterlist | Taylor Swift masterlist

The sight of yet another empty bottle left a sigh falling from your lips. You looked around the kitchen for a moment, a small pit of annoyance building in your stomach as your eyes landed back on the bottle. 

That was the fifth bottle this week. You stood for a moment thinking, you knew trying to talk to Dean when he was drunk was almost like talking to a brick wall. Even more so if what you wanted to talk to him about was his drinking. Walking towards your room you ran a hand through your hair a breath leaving your lips as you tried to push your annoyance down.

Pushing the door open another sigh left your lips. “Dean?” You shut the door before walking over to where he’d slumped over on the bed. Had the last hunt really been that bad? You were more than aware of your boyfriend's less-than-healthy drinking habits but this seemed worse than normal.

Normally he could at least function enough to get into bed but it looked like he’d passed out the moment he’d sat down. “Dean” You shook his arm again, this time a small groan left his lips as he frowned in his sleep. Shaking your head you leaned down and began untying his laces.

“This isn’t healthy.” You said through gritted teeth and you pulled one boot off. “I’m not your babysitter.” The annoyance you’d previously pushed down seemed to come back in an instant and you paused. 

Looking up from your hands you frowned. You knew what you were getting into when you went on that first date. You’d watched Dean fall further and further down a never-ending black hole for years and part of you believed that you’d be able to help him.

That maybe you could pull him back from the hole. But as time passed part of you began to wonder if maybe you were wrong. Your relationship was far from perfect and you both knew that. 

Pulling off his other boot you placed it beside you before standing and pushing his legs onto the bed. You watched him for a moment before moving to sit on the other side of the bed.

“Sweetheart?” Dean's voice was corse as he squinted up at the ceiling. He rubbed a hand across his head, a dull throbbing beginning to beat against his head. Casting a glance over your shoulder you said nothing before standing and walking over to your dresser. 

Dean groaned quietly moving to sit up. “Sweetheart.” he tried again, a small frown appearing on his lips when you stayed silent. “What's wrong?” He rubbed a hand across his face watching as you turned to face him.

“What's wrong?” You said quietly. “What’s wrong is that you got so drunk that you barely made it into bed!” You crossed your arms sending him a harsh glare as you spoke.

“This isn’t healthy Dean!” 

He watched you for a moment before looking down at his hands. You knew his hangover was most likely kicking in but even through that haze he still managed to look slightly remorseful. 

You were both quiet for a moment before you walked over to his side of the bed. Dean gently grasped your arm before pulling you down into his chest. He ran a hand through your hair before pressing a kiss to your head.

“M’sorry.” He mumbled into your hair. “You always say that.” You said quietly. You felt his grip tighten slightly before he let out a sigh. “I mean it okay.” He loosened his grip enough for you to sit up. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing small circles. “I promise.” He smiled.

Before you could respond he leaned down pressing his lips against yours silencing the words on your tongue.

You knew his promise would only last a few days. You’d had the conversation countless times and it always ended the same. He promised you he’d get help or stop only for the cycle to begin again a few weeks later.

A small sigh left your lips as he rested his forehead against yours. 

You knew the healthy option would be to leave. Maybe leaving would give him the kick he needed to fully get help but you could never bring yourself to do it.

He was like a drug you couldn’t stop no matter how many times you tried. You loved Dean, you really did and you wanted to help him. Hell, a few months ago you’d been optimistic that you could but part of you wondered now if that was just an optimistic dream.

[l0relaii]

hi empty inbox? no! i will save you madam!

Chris with a chubbier reader?

nsfw hcs/blurb ^_^!

thank you for the ask lovely!!🫶

you cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that chris does not like a chubbier girl, he absolutely adores you!!

in my mind he's like, very strong, so your weight does not bother him at all

he can just lift you and toss you around in bed like you're a feather, he doesn't necessarily mean to be rough he just genuinely isn't aware of his strength

if you ever feel insecure dw because he's there to fuck away any negative thought that you have

if you even dare to make a negative comment about your weight he's side eyeing you from across the room

"what the fuck did you just say?"

then he ends up fucking you against the wall until your legs give out

did i mention that chris loves your thighs? if not then let me elaborate on that 👀

he needs to keep a hand on them at all times. he's driving and you're sitting in the passenger seat? his hand is on your thigh. you're watching a movie on the couch? his hand is on your thighs. he's eating you out like it's his last day on earth? his hand is on your thighs kneading them and softly pinching when your legs wrap a bit too tight around his head

in the mornings he likes to slowly side fuck you with a hand lazily draped across your soft tummy while listening to your sleepy mumbles

if you're unsure about riding him because you fear that you're too heavy he doesn't hesitate to reassure you that it'll be fine

"oh c'mon sweetheart, you think i'm made of glass or something?"

his mouth and hands are always on your plushy tits when you bounce on his cock. his tongue is twirling around one of yours nipples while his hand is rubbing lazily at your clit 🫠🫠

arghh i need chris so much.

[hieragalbatorixdottir]

Guess who finally put pen to paper?

It's me!

“That you?” A husky, masculine voice to his left asked. Eris’s eyes darted toward the sound. Perched atop a barstool that had been empty only moments before, a man stared up at the screen. A man that sent Eris’s pulse racing as a tingle raced down his spine. Eris took a moment to look the man over. First his eyes were drawn to the man’s hands. They were horribly scarred, bordering on grotesque. On his right ring finger, the man wore an ornate silver band with a cobalt stone. The patterns in the metal matched the tattoos winding up his forearms and disappearing under the rolled up sleeves of his black dress shirt.  The tattoos continued across his biceps, chest and shoulders, Eris assumed, because they peaked above his collar and up the back of his neck. This brought Eris’s gaze up to the man’s face and his breath caught.

Enjoy

-Santa

guess who woke up and got THIS TO THEIR INBOX🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[passionwillow]

I have two more requests to get done and then my inbox is empty! If you submitted something and I don’t have it listed below, blame Tumblr. I’m not getting all requests and I’ve been told for some people they just can’t submit things sometimes, so. 🫠

- Virgin!Reader x Hank

- Soft!Tim Bradford

[ceesimz]

i don't wanna clog up the timeline with all the messages in my inbox so to anyone that checked in while i was gone or said they missed me (🥹) and that they hoped i was okay, i appreciate you so so much 🫶🏼🧡🫶🏼🧡🫶🏼

was so surprising and heart warming to come back to, im so grateful for the sweet gestures and the most amazing support on the two new fics. it means everything to me that some people on the internet who don't even know me will treat me with such kindness. there's more stuff coming because no way was i gonna come back empty handed, and to the other things sat in my inbox, they will get answered, promise :))) thank you🫠🧡

[shuenkio]

I might sound desperate but y'all, my brain is empty 😞,

I have no idea what to write so kindly drop my inbox 🫠 any requests sure do... But at the moment I wanna do smau, hit on me ���⁠[⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠□⁠ ⁠◑⁠ ⁠]⁠ᕤ

[sapphiconherknees]

hi darling <3

how’s your day been? Have you had water and food? If not, please do 🫶🏻

I’ve been trying to come up with post ideas but my head is so empty that it’s actually frustrating😭 I’ve been so unactive recently that I feel bad about it🫠

anyway, I’m sending you lots of forehead kisses and cuddles <3

-✨

Hi Sweethheart,

Thank you as always for coming into my inbox.

Now I’ve been asleep since 2pm (now 5:36pm) I crashed after my university lecture and have been in pain from my endometriosis flare up, so definitely needed the rest!

No to both water and food, but I’m making food tonight (hopefully) and ordering a food shop tomorrow to get salad and stuff in!

Never feel bad about not being active sometimes a break does us good both mentally and physically 😌

I have a shower post coming either this weekend or next so look out for that!

Sending you hugs 🤗

[intimidating-fettuccine]

I have a really great angst idea for a request

BUUUT I know your ask box is currently closed so I wanna know when it'll be opened again :D because genuinely I keep missing it OA9DBEOSJD 😭😭😭

— 🫶🏻 Anon, keeping their mouth shut until the box is opened

Unfortunately I don’t know when it’ll open next 🫠 I always wait until the inbox is empty before I reopen it, and I currently have 14 requests left. However, I’ve been posting less frequently right now because I have a lot going on and I’ve been very busy and tired. I’ve been posting at a faster rate overall since the last time I opened them, but I don’t know when I’ll be able to open requests again

[friendcode]

does anyone else have this glitch on tumblr where they get notified about asks in their inbox, but when they go check, it says it's empty? 🫠 i don't want anyone to think i'm ignoring them..

[gabbysthoughts4thots]

Whichever suspended/deleted account sent me an ask (perhaps the ask got flagged idk) in my inbox I hate you. Cuz now my inbox permanently says I have one message EVEN THO ITS EMPTY🫠

[straykidsnerd255]

My inbox is empty and I’m rewatching solo leveling and I am itching to write some one-shots and such.

Please send them my way!!!!!🫠🫠🫠

[theninthdoor]

So nice to see you back

I have been working on readings for the past couple of weeks, actually, but bc my inbox was so messy and full, it made me feel overwhelmed and I just kept on delaying the posts. I just emptied it tho!! (250+ asks - so you have an idea of how chaotic it was) 🫠

so yeah, with that being said... feel free to send me new topics/asks for me to read on 💖 current things, interesting things, good stuff!

[forlix]

hiii, it’s me again, 🪷 anonnie

I’m so glad you liked the song! I love giving song recs, and music and lit are so intertwined in my brain so I’m thinking of the two together all the time.

now… onto ‘empty my mind’… spoilers below:

SO GOOD 😭🫠

idek what this trope is called but I love when one characters is soo devoted and desperate to do anything for their lover. like, just give everything up completely and do anything for them. and I love it even more when the target of their affection is immediately aware of this dynamic and feels so protective instead of, like, taking advantage of it? which for sure you can see jisung assumes will eventually happen, and he feels like he deserves to be used and dropped. but reader treats him so well like ‘no, you’re not a bad person you’re literally just a human existing. you’re doing your best baby’ like UGH! SO GOOD!

and then they actually talk at the end and get that closure? like jisung feels safe enough to open up and reader understands him completely. and this silent reassurance that is fully being vocalized really convinces jisung that he does deserve to be loved. and like, he believes he’s being fixed too which is so much development. going from ‘I’ll do whatever you want, I feel like nothing so I’ll be thankful for anything you give me’ to ‘I’ll do whatever you want, because you make me feel like something’. also there is so much care put into the metaphor of the ghosts that manifest in his nightmares representing his mental health that I can’t get into it because I will literally CRY! how reader handles his mental state so tenderly just wrecks me 💗

also, love the scenes with felix and the other members. especially when jisung and reader leave the study group. I imagined felix thinking ‘yes, she can fix him’ the whole time he’s trying to bring them together. and I loved the smut, car sex is always sexy. not to mention how intent jisung is on convincing reader that he’s not gonna leave, and then later during the storm she assures him that she wants him to stay. like YES HE NEEDS TO KNOW THAT YOU WANT HIM FOR MORE THAN JUST SEX

sorry for the short essay but I really wanted to say it all. I think next time I will just dm you but I’m very shy about interacting with people 👉🏻👈🏻 anywayyy, byye, take care 🫶🏻

hello my light, my love, my lotus anon, pls accept my apology for replying to this so late i wanted to store it in my inbox until it finally sank in that it's REAL and you're real bc what the fuck. i can't believe u took the time to analyze "empty my mind" so deeply and so richly i wept reading this the first time and i'm weeping AGAIN typing this out. thank you, thank you, thank you

re: the connections between music and literature, you're SO real for that. for most of my writings (except for the drabbles), i include lil playlists in the description so y'all can listen to the songs i derived inspiration from while writing :') i would be so curious to know your thoughts on the ones i chose for "empty my mind"! or if u made any associations yourself 🎤 lmk my lyrical genius

and i seriously fell over myself reading your interpretation of their relationship because that's EXACTLY what i was going for, like, for real, you hit every single point and articulated it so much better than i could if i tried. i loved all of what you said, but especially the part where the reader embraces rather than takes advantage of him. i like to think he got the sense he could trust her from the moment they met, so he very cautiously continued to give himself to her bit by bit as they grew closer even though he was deathly afraid of doing so. and it was all worth it in the end bc she's wonderful for him and wonderful in general (can u tell i love my mcs)

and it's so interesting that you used the word "fixed." i had to tread carefully around their dynamic, in part because i didn't want it to seem like she was hoping to change anything about him (or yk those memes that are like "i can fix him" and it's about the most toxic person in the world? yeah that was not her thought process). the core of their love, the reason why they work, is because she doesn't see anything that has to be changed in the first place. he is fucking perfect to her as he comes. so i love the way you described it: it's him who wants to change, not for her but because of her, thanks to her, because she reminds him that he can.

taking an intermission to fangirl over you bc

going from ‘I’ll do whatever you want, I feel like nothing so I’ll be thankful for anything you give me’ to ‘I’ll do whatever you want, because you make me feel like something’

the way you PHRASED THIS HOLY FUCK. A BILLION TIMES YES. you picked up on their very essence and i'm pressing consensual kisses to your mind because you read them (and me) like an open book

ALSO!! ABOUT FELIX OMG. you're so right, ofc our wonderful, emotional, observant lix can see the clouds perpetually hanging over ji's head and knows mc will be able to help him scatter them. my fav matchmaker

NEVER, EVER apologize for sending me an essay my star. you genuinely have no idea how happy your ask made me like it's not an exaggeration to say my heart is floating within me rn. that you took apart my fic so tenderly and so perceptively not only enforced my love for writing as a whole but strengthened it manifold. i don't even have the words to thank you as vehemently as i want to but just know i'll be safekeeping your words for a very long time to come 🤍

i treasure you so fucking much. THANK YOU.