I'M SO SRY FOR WRITING YUKI CRASHING AND NOW THIS HAPPENS I WILL NOW WRITE HAPPY YUKIERRE FLUFF (unrelated

don’t sexualize my creative chaos. actually wait. do.

the sexual tension between finishing the book im currently writing and starting a completely new book.

honestly the best part abt formula 1 is yelling at the screen like i could be driving any better despite going in the slow lane on the highway 90% of the time

the maxdad fic was very cool i LOVE ollie's recurring ghost difficulties and max giving landoscar very good championship advice!!!

thank you for reading, it means the world to me❤️❤️

currently cooking a bearnelli angst fic. i might not survive. i also have my finals in abt 5 hours. lmao. lmao. lmao.

I’m not procrastinating I’m simply choosing to engage in emotionally enriching suffering before I do the Thing™

Your fluff fluffs really well and I love it very much

But a sequal for TKPG????

I would go feral for it!

No pressure tho lol

Write whatever you wanna write and we will love it & you regardless

i- okay

i might cry

babes i have been thinking of writing a sequel but like I don't think the ending of that chap could be topped by a sequel. like 'In case you forget: You are Charles Leclerc. You are loved.' feels pretty final. like I don't think I can top that like spiritually. but but but I will try!!!

thats a lot of filler words do not judge me 👀🫵

you can literally say i love you to anyone anywhere anytime ever

i have a severely questionable fic plot rn and I cant stop it from forming in my brain and I have an exam in like (checks notes) FOUR FREAKING HOURS wish me luck miladies and milads and miladders.

love this guy, the... [checks notes] president of the world??

who would win in a fight for charles love max verstappen or franz hermann

Oh oh okayokayokay so Max would definitely win in a physical fight. dude shows up shirtless for no reason, already angry, probably tries to suplex Franz before the bell even rings. he fights like someone who’s been mad since birth.

But Franz? Franz doesn’t fight. Franz haunts. He just shows up in a turtleneck, says something cryptic like “love is a battlefield, but I only bring poetry,” and Charles is done. Fully spiralling. googling “how to fall in love with a man who may or may not be emotionally unavailable and vaguely European (and maybe dutch??).”

So yeah,, Max wins the battle, but Franz wins the war. And the boyfriend.

tldr: franz hermann obviously.

gonna manipulate mansplain malewife gaslight girlboss gatekeep our way thru this one

The white race suits are so the track knows we are pure of heart and will bless the car for this weekend