“Lestappen are cosmically fated” I say into the mic. The crowd boos, I begin to walk off in shame when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room. “She’s right” they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the fifth row stands: Chinese F1 commentators, all of twitter, all world champions from the past decade and a half. Jos Verstappen, everyone who ever had the misfortune of karting with them, and Max Verstappen and Charles Leclerc.
I think it’s so important to note that Max was smiling during the original inchident interview. So even when it was still fresh, it’s like he was 😈😏🤭, totally charmed and impressed by Charles, rather than angry. Like he knew that day he’d found his equal— someone just as menacing and talented as him— and they’d be competing forever🥹🖤
i haven’t written / created anything in a long time after a depression spiral and these are some affirmations to myself, i am enough, i am creating ritual again, i am trying to be okay
Shoutout to everyone feeling “behind in life." Know that this is a myth. Your life is unfolding at its own unique, perfect pace. Every path is unique, and every step, no matter when it’s taken, is exactly on time. Stay the course; triumph awaits.
I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.
I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.
I would wait FOREVER for the next chapter, take ur time!!! I’m so excited for how long it’s gonna be 😍 and the snippet?? A masterpiece. Show stopping. Amazing. Jaw dropping. Charles acting all cute and it reminding max of convos he’s had with pas partners!!! Oh my god!!!!! I’m so excited, thank you!!!!
aaaa anon you are the absolute sweetest! i will finish this fic for you if nothing else!! <3 i'm glad you like the snippet!! please look forward to the update <3333333
could we have a snippet of the next 49 chapter? 🥹🤲
aaaa apologies for the slow update! i've been occupied with other stuff and this chapter is somehow becoming pretty long hahah (it could almost be as long as the previous two combined, so hopefully it'll be worth the wait at least!) but here's a little snippet just for you!! :D i'll try to update the fic this weekend or next weekend at the very latest <3 thank you for being patient with me!!
it's always so fascinating and heartbreaking when a character in a story is simultaneously idolized and abused. a chosen prophet destined for martyrdom. a child prodigy forced to grow up too fast. a powerful warrior raised as nothing but a weapon. there's just something so uniquely messed up about singing someone's praises whilst destroying them.
after thinking about this more, somehow i see my 'wasted' writing differently from my 'wasted' art. i've always thought of my older, whack drawings dating all the way back to my childhood as practice to get me to where i'm at right now. meanwhile i somehow don't see the metric ton of random stuff i've written over the years as practice even though it kinda is? somehow i always have more of a feeling of 'oh what a waste that i didn't get any further with this' with writing but not so much with art. i honestly don't know why that is.
i'm actually really curious about how much unfinished/unpublished stuff creators have. how many words of unfinished stories are just there on writers' google docs. how many unrealized sketches are on artists' devices. how much art have we missed out on because we neither have the time to create nor to consume it?