bright and burning wholly out

eve | she/her | 25 | f1 ao3: bright-and-burning header + avatar from pimenov's new moscow

[bright-and-burning]

hi im eve :) half on hiatus (trying to work on my brain w/o guilt) half off (still chronically online and will post abt it).

do NOT put anything from my blog or ao3 on twitter/tiktok/instagram/wherever the fuck else that's insanely public and known to be used by drivers and their families. if i find out i WILL pull everything down from here and ao3. don't be the fucking narc who ruins the party.

tags and such are below the cut for ease !

tags

drivers and associates tagged by first and last initial (i.e. esteban is eo. unfortunately some people have the same initials, so los is logan and las is lance)

pairings tagged by car number, larger number first (i.e. lando/oscar is 8104, george/alex/lando is 632304, etc. pairings involving someone without their own number use initials instead i.e. lando/max f is 04mf)

mine.ww - web weavings i've made

mine.vid - video edits i've made

mine.fic - fic i've written

mine.snip - snippets of fic i'm writing

mine.fill - short fills for prompts that aren't part of a larger wip

mine.primer - deep dives i've done

art - fan art that im obsessed with (all of it)

ww - web weavings that make me Crazy

vid - video edits that make me feel things

fic rec - literally anything i've read that's brought even a modicum of joy

lore - old stuff unknown to me that i like to go back and look at. funny or interesting old facts, cute karting photos, primers, etc

meta - people's meta; sometimes fic/characterization related, sometimes real thoughts about contracts or whatever. but mostly fic/characterization related, tbh

neither created nor invented - my self indulgent hand tag, from a julio ramón ribeyro quote ("...we find only one tool, neither created nor invented, but perfect: the hand of man.")

where might have lived a world - my drivers being cute with kids tag, from the poem reprise by maya c. popa (“you were a child, and i will never have a child with you, that wasted tenderness where might have lived a world.”) except the full poem is kinda sad and that’s not the vibe. i just wanted a pretentious tag abt baby fever i won’t lie

a whole block of dandelions - my wedding vibes tag, from the poem let’s get married by josé olivarez

follies and nonsense - regency vibes tag, from jane austen's pride and prejudice: "Follies and nonsense, whims and inconsistencies do divert me, I own, and I laugh at them whenever I can."

queue turn towards meteor showers in august - queue tag! but im including it here because it's from the same poem my url is from (jane hirshfield's the falling) and i love talking about it and how i feel like it fits the f1 vibe. ("You turn towards meteor showers in August, wishing yourself like that: bright and burning wholly out.")

[bright-and-burning]

going through penalty dataset options with the increasing feeling that sigh. i’m just gonna have to write code to scrape the fia’s docs my damn self

[aheadattheapex]

The main character

[alasarys]

"There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer." Ansel Adams

Celebration close up Hungarian GP

📷 Mario Renzi

[perfectreactionpictures]

[astriiformes]

Inspired by my walking past a home built in 1754 in my new neighborhood, which isn't even the oldest building in the city. As someone born and raised in the Western US (where we do have some very old buildings, contrary to popular belief, just not in the middle of most cities), it made me curious!

When was the oldest extant building you can reasonably walk to from your home built?

20th century

19th century

18th century

17th century

16th century

15th century

14th century

13th century

12th century

11th century

10th century or before

Remaining time: 4 days 16 hours

(Use your judgement for definitions of "extant," it doesn't have to be used for its original purpose but my intention is a building that could theoretically still be used, not just the remnants of one.)

[devantesmithpelly]

lando directing max and p in the bedroom the same way he directed that poker game

Worse than Lando walking in on them was the fact that instead of walking out like a normal person he just shut the door behind him.

"Thought you didn't like doggy," he said, as if anyone asked.

"What the fuck--" Max yelled, frozen with his hands on Pietra's hips as her harmonious shrieks cut off into a terrifyingly abrupt silence.

Lando rolled his eyes, waving her off before she could get started again. "It's just cos he hates when he can't see your face," he said, and Max watched the anger melt into love in real time as she pushed up onto her elbows to look at him over her shoulder--and tried to ignore Lando in the background zeroing in on her newly exposed tits.

"Babe," she said, gushy and sweet in a way that was difficult for Max to hear while trying to stay still with his dick inside her as Lando stood mere meters away.

And then Lando said, "Do you do it like this cos she likes being spanked?" which only made things harder. P whipped her head back around to him and Max's hips jerked forward with the movement. "What?" he asked, hands up in false innocence. "I remember from Brazil."

"Yeah, and I remember that you were too chicken to actually do it," she shot back.

"Then, sure. Now…" Lando trailed off in his, oh don't you wish you knew the kind of crazy famous person sex I'm having way, and Max couldn't even be annoyed because he was too busy reminding himself how to not think about the fact that technically Lando and Pietra did, just that one time, before he introduced her to Max, so long ago it hardly even counted anymore, hook up with each other. His hips kept jumping forward against his will and his dick was throbbing intensely; he needed to pull out. Just, it was so difficult to do and then he made another go of it and then Lando said, "Nah, he'd've run screaming to me if you asked him to spank you. Don't think he could do it without my help to be honest."

[bright-and-burning]

two large fries on their way to my doorstep. as a treat for feeling dead as fuck

[bright-and-burning]

“the store needs a little extra time” for 10min straight it is two large fries bro please…………..

[bright-and-burning]

two large fries on their way to my doorstep. as a treat for feeling dead as fuck

[team-orders]

The Sentimental Type

lando norris/max verstappen (with background kimi/max)

700 words, rated t

post-hungarian grand prix 2026

blurb:

Lando starts it with his joke about the trophy. It surprises a laugh out of Max, and-- Lando used to do that a lot. Lando used to try hard to do it, even, in that very nice way that he always tries hard to do everything important.

[bright-and-burning]

right

[cosmicscuderia]

Lando at Silverstone

[bright-and-burning]

i’m tucked into bed rn feeling like a wrung out towel and yet despite my aforementioned exhaustion i also feel vaguely wired like FUCK

[bright-and-burning]

memorial/grief thing tonight and i am like. preemptively exhausted. and also regular exhausted. like it’ll be good probably but i also feel like i haven’t had a good night of sleep since i left for the uk back in june. my sink is full of dishes and my body is empty of executive function. work has never felt more stupid. i’m irritable as hell and also on the knife’s point of tears and i am so so so tireddddddd

[bright-and-burning]

fucking the gap between who you are and who you believe yourself to be etc etc

[zeroabsurdity]

summer boy ☀️

biting at the bars of my cage. foaming at the mouth.

source: x

[monacobby]

grill the gremlin (x)