Got a new phone, screen is bigger, Y’know what that means…
Yaoi on da big screen 😼

Origami Around

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Product Placement
Sweet Seals For You, Always

pixel skylines

@theartofmadeline
we're not kids anymore.
AnasAbdin
Not today Justin
occasionally subtle
sheepfilms
will byers stan first human second
Monterey Bay Aquarium
One Nice Bug Per Day

shark vs the universe
d e v o n

roma★
hello vonnie
almost home
todays bird

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@cardans-potterhead
Got a new phone, screen is bigger, Y’know what that means…
Yaoi on da big screen 😼
lestappen writer and editor au!!
1.4k words / Editor Charles x Author Max
It's in moments like these that Fred's morsels of wisdom most echo back to him. Charles can picture his tone, half reprimanding, half teasing: ne tuez pas la poule aux œufs d'or, Charles. Don't kill the golden goose.
Because Ferrari needs Max, needs his twisty and rambling manuscripts polished and turned best-sellers, needs his name on the covers of the books everyone runs to buy hot out of the oven, needs every single one of his smooth, little golden eggs.
Charles wishes he could scoff further at the sentiment, but he, too, sees what is special about the stories Max churns out. It would be impossible not to see, when he has personally sat next to him and helped, painstakingly, structure every single one of them, his editing the metaphorical bone skeleton to Max's breathing skin-pulsating writing.
charles fanart i did after sobbing to let down by radiohead
Ohhh…. My god… 🥹
Uh just one last thing to say before I take a break. We are only 7 races into the season which is less than 1/3rd of the calendar. And this included some of Charles' worst tracks like China and Australia, 4 races of having a set a brakes different from his teammate that clearly didn't work well for atleast 3 races, and one mechanical failure due to car trouble. I would say that considering that so much has happened it's close to miraculous that he's still p4 in the championship with 2 DNFs and we have some of his best tracks coming up and new upgrades that clearly work. With more than 2/3rds of the season left I would argue there's still everything left to play for. Anyway let's see what's coming or whatever
Hamilton Wins Again!!!
I’m going to fucking shoot myself
charles you speedy boy i think it’s pretty damn fun sticking with you after all
bryan after the overtake: "bEAUTIFUL."
Charles Leclerc gained three!!!
kimi's video after kim kardashian stole his towel after the race in monaco 😭
Back on my grind 💪
Also, I know this is my f1 account and this isn’t directly related, however, it is relevant because it was a writing exercise to better my fic writing. (I’ve started writing them again 🥳)
Story below if you can’t read the papers (or don’t want to):
[There once was a rock. He wasn’t big like a boulder or small like a pebble. He can be carried in the palm of a hand or the crook of a beak. He has known both sensations, so he knows; he knows many things. He has heard them while sitting at the base of an oak tree.
There once was a crow. His name was Omen.
A human called him that. He lives in the branches of an oak tree. He knows many things, he has heard them sitting in his nest up high.
Omen loves shiny things. He thinks they are eye-catching and pretty. So when he finds a rock at the bose of his oak tree, a shiny rock, he snatches it up and carries it to his nest. It's the prettiest rock he's ever seen.
When the rock starts to speak, omen is a bit surprises, normally rocks don't do that.
“Thank you for moving me. It was quite dreadful down there. All of the humans loved to pick me up and put me close to their strange faces."
“Im glad that my selfishness has led to better comfort for you. I hope you like your new home more. My name is Omen, what is yours?”
The rock acknowledged Omen but did not have a name to tell him.
“That is okay, if you do not mind, I can give you a name.”
“Really? I’d love that,” the rock responded earnestly.
The crow circled the rock for a moment, studying him.
“What if I call you Rare?” the crow asked.
The rock confirmed his assent and was this named Rare.
Rare and Omen learned to care for the other and lived together until the day Omen met the character he was a sign of.]
im a protected species you fucking asshole
No no no no no CHARLES PLEASE 😭😭
Now they’re retiring Bearman
They’re taking my drivers 😭