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[hrhgeorgerussell]

ann | she/her | 25

☁️ main blog: @mercutiovibes

☁️ modern f1 blog: @hrhgeorgerussell

☁️ classic f1 blog: @farmerjimmy

☁️ writing events f1 blog: @f1playlistficexchange

☁️ gr63 aa23 pg10 dk26 ln1 op82

☁️ george/alex, pierre/daniil, lando/oscar

☁️ my modern & classic f1 fics are all on ao3 under the same username (mercutiovibes) and my fic ramblings/snippets can be found on here under #my writing

☁️ author's favourite modern f1 fics written so far under the cut with ao3 links:

- a taste of paradise (danyierre, historical au, 1812 - russia, angst, vampire dany / human pierre, ongoing wip.)

- coup de foudre (piarles, historical au, 1900s - paris, angst, thief pierre / pianist charles, 5k.)

- save our souls (galex, historical au, 1912 - titanic, established relationship, angst, senior wireless operator alex / wireless operator george, ongoing wip.)

- hour by hour (galex, post monza gp '22 appendicitis angst, established relationship, hospital fic, driver george / driver alex, 11k.)

- beyond all return (landoscar, historical au, vaguely 1820s - colony of new south wales, angst, aristocrat lando / convict oscar, 6k.)

- babyboy, honeybee (landoscar, post british gp '26, established relationship, hurt/comfort and fluff fluff fluff, driver lando / driver oscar, 8k.)

[hrhgeorgerussell]

Hii Ann,

now I gotta know your top 3 ice cream flavours 👀

hi an xx

oooh good question!! to be honest I used to be very picky but ever since I worked in gelato manufacturing a few years ago I just love to try all sorts of different ones. (salted caramel, tomato, smurf,... you name it...)

but!! my go-to is always a sorbet, preferably berry related, and I'm always gonna be found having raspberry or strawberry especially, so those two have to make the top 3 list!! :) and to close it up I'd go with (dark) chocolate!! can't go wrong with the classics <3

as I'm very particular about the feeling of chocolate in my mouth and especially the aftertaste, I always get it only in the following specific order:

raspberry - (dark) chocolate - raspberry

because!! I'm always craving raspberry sorbet so I want that first, then I'd like a bit of (preferably dark) chocolate, but I really dislike the aftertaste of chocolate so I'm closing it out with some more raspberry sorbet!!

genuinely huge rec to go raspberrychocolateraspberry or strawberrychocolatestrawberry if you wanna try it xx

[hrhgeorgerussell]

master's dissertations are scary, but you can do it! i'm cheering you on!!

thank you soso much!! 🤍 going to the archive today for the last time probably, so hopefully things will look a bit better by the end of the day if I find what I'm looking for :')

[gailynovelry]

The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.

[hrhgeorgerussell]

Hello my love🩷🥰 I love you, I miss you and I hope we'll get to see each other soon🩷

And in the meantime, to bridge the waiting and longing, I would love to know your favorite character from any classic literature you've read? From any book or movie, side character or main character... whatever comes to mind first🥰

LOVE YOU MISS YOU 🤍

this is such a good question and I contemplated how to respond to it quite a lot. the first one that came to mind was sydney carton from dickens' a tale of two cities though!!

if I had to give a top five, this is what it'd look like:

- sydney carton (dickens' a tale of two cities)

- elinor dashwood (austen's sense and sensibility)

- combeferre (hugo's les misérables)

- bathsheba everdene (hardy's far from the madding crowd)

- paul bäumer (remarque's all quiet on the western front)

as mentioned, the first that came to mind was sydney carton though. he's one of the most interesting characters in all of literature to me, and just stuck with me a lot in the years since I read a tale of two cities. 🤍

some ramblings under the cut:

sydney carton is a severely depressed english lawyer in london who happens to look exactly like charles darnay, a french aristocrat who emigrates to london in order to build an honest life for himself there away from his family. while they look alike, they're not alike at all in character. as mentioned, sydney is depressed and sees himself as absolutely hopeless and utterly irredeemable, while charles is kind and honest and hardworking, which only adds to how much sydney hates himself.

sydney thinks that he's entirely lost, and thinks of charles as the best man there is.

what sydney and charles have in common other than the fact that they look the same, is the person they're both in love with: lucie.

sydney considers himself too worthless to be with her but confesses his love for her even when he knows that lucie will be happily married to charles. just to say it the one time. he loves her in a way where all he ever wants is for lucie to be happy, even when it has to be charles she marries, he loves her without any strings attached, he loves her to the point of his own destruction.

there's this moment in the novel where sydney seeks lucie out at home:

Looking gently at him again, she was surprised and saddened to see that there were tears in his eyes. There were tears in his voice too, as he answered: “It is too late for that. I shall never be better than I am. I shall sink lower, and be worse.”

sydney is convinced that he would only worry her and make her miserable and perhaps even disgrace her, so all he wants is to be able to at least be honest with lucie this once:

"If you will hear me through a very little more, all you can ever do for me is done. I wish you to know that you have been the last dream of my soul."

and this is the quote that's been stuck in my head for the past eight or nine years since I first read it. you have been the last dream of my soul. he just wants her to know, and expects nothing in return.

sydney doesn't know how to live anymore when it isn't for lucie and charles, really.

"I know how hard it has grown for me [...] to support life in myself."

when charles is brought in front of a trial in france a while later as a french émigré aristocrat during the french revolution, sydney is there for his trial knowing that his friend might be sentenced to death, and because they look the same, he decides to be beheaded in his friends' stead so that lucie can still lead a life with charles.

this, sydney thinks, is really the least he can do to ensure lucie's happiness, and finally find peace within himself knowing that he can at the end be useful for the person he loves by dying in her husband's stead.

"For you, and for any dear to you, I would do anything. I would embrace any sacrifice for you and for those dear to you. [...] Think now and then that there is a man who would give his life, to keep a life you love beside you."

so, charles gets to return home to lucie after sydney is guillotined under charles' name and he dies knowing that lucie will always always always be loved by someone he deems kinder and gentler and worthier than himself.

sydney's life, in his eyes, was utterly useless, except for his ability to ensure the life-long happiness to the two people he loves the most at the end through his death. he dies just hoping - knowing - that they'll think of him kindly, sometimes.

I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy.

I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence.

It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.

[hrhgeorgerussell]

I'm returning the favour with a history-themed question for you ;)

If any person from history could host you in their house, be your tour guide to their era/area, and show you how they live for a week fully hands-on, who would you want to visit and room with? 😋

hii xx thank you mwah!! <3

the moment I read your ask, only one person came to mind immediately, and that is my absolute hero, the stars in my night sky - margaret skinnider, irish revolutionary!!

my top 5 would be:

- margaret skinnider

- harold cottam, the wireless operator of the carpathia the night the titanic sank; iykyk

- victor hugo

- monsieur le marquis mathilde de morny

- erich maria remarque

but yeah, margaret skinnider is my absolute favourite person from history.

she was absolute class, and if I could spend any amount of time with her in whatever capacity, I'd immediately go for it, so if I had the opportunity to live with her and be shown around town by her and do hands-on work with her for a week - I'd do anything to be able to. like, put me in that time machine!! :')

ramblings of a fangirl under the cut:

she was born in scotland to irish immigrants and became a maths teacher, fighter for women's suffrage, and a sharpshooter. she was very invested in the cause of irish independence, and joined branches of irish republican clubs in scotland when she was around twenty years old.

margaret visited dublin a few times and became especially close with revolutionary leader and later politician constance markievicz, with who she secretly tested dynamite for example.

when she heard that the easter rising was about to kick off in dublin in april 1916, she took a ferry over to dublin to see that very friend and mentor and later second in command, constance markievicz, and pledged her life to the cause of freeing ireland from the shackles of english oppression. irish independence after all might mean something for future scottish independence, and the proclamation of the free republic of ireland saw men and women as equals, and it was a family matter since her parents had come from ireland originally.

one thing that's important to know about margaret is that she frequently switched between her dresses when she wanted to be inconspicuous, and her irish citizen army men's uniform or men's clothes generally, and that she fit in with the men and saw herself as one of the brothers in arms, and she was incredibly proud of that. so, here's a photo with margaret in the middle:

in dublin, preparing for the easter rising, margaret smuggled dynamite and detonators and weapons, and as mentioned helped build bombs as well as helped test them. being a maths teacher, she was also asked to study and draw maps of her own of the city to help figure out future strategies of the irish citizen army against the british soldiers, and in the process she figured out how exactly the british soldiers' baracks might best be destroyed, using one of her preferred things in the world (dynamite). other than that she was dispatch carrying, and organising strategies, and generally being iconic.

when the rising took place during the easter week, margaret was under direct command of michael mallin and her mentor constance markievicz who were able to hold stephen's green in the city centre for a while. she was mostly there as a sniper, since she was a very good shot since her time back in a rifle club in scotland.

the issue (one of several in the easter rising) was that the british had snipers placed on the roof of the nearby shelbourne hotel who margaret really wanted to take out, so she got permission to build and throw a bomb with an eight second fuse through one of the hotel windows to get rid of the british snipers and then escape on her bicycle since she had studied the maps of the area. (first in command mallin was initially against it because she was a woman, but she argued that because it said men and women are equal in the proclamation of the irish republic, she had as much right to die for the cause as any man, and then mallin was like "ok ok relax you can do it".)

the problem was just that she went on a sidequest on her bicycle with a rifle to cut off the retreat of the british soldiers at harcourt street before she actually threw that bomb into the hotel. she got shot three times before she could bomb those british snipers off the hotel roof. (in her memoirs, she describes the fact that she was too critically injured to bomb the hotel as one of the worst things that ever happened to her, that it hurt her even more than the bullet wounds they had to operate out of her, and I think she just never got over it ever. neither would I to be fair.)

after the easter rising she remained dedicated to the struggle for irish independence, and remained in dublin all her life where she lived with her girlfriend until they both passed away after many many years <3

so yeah. uhm. sorry for rambling. she's just mega cool. and I wanna meet her and hang out with her for a week and have her teach me everything she knowsl!! *sobs*

[hrhgeorgerussell]

@ the anon that was asking for some landoscar and galex fic recs, hope you see this - I'm on it and will get back to you tomorrow 🤍

[4ever-eighty-one]

cr.unknown - op @ mclaren silverstone livery reveal night 2026

[sohm-al]

how many followers do i need to get random asks god be nosy u little shits ask me about my personal life this is fucking boring getting nothing

[tetswithah]

Lord have mercy.

no wonder lando acts like a omega in heat around him, i would be the same

[cuppydogshane]

that is actually my main principle of explicit fic is that the personalities stay On during sex.

[hrhgeorgerussell]

heart eyes piastri red alert 🚨

[eightyonefour]

mclaren racing live at the o2 is coming!

[mediumsizedapplecore]

hes so tiny i cant believe it

[tastylemonbread]

friend who went to bed is a type of dead wife

[hrhgeorgerussell]

babyboy, honeybee [8k.]

Oscar drifts until his head finds Lando’s shoulder again, too heavy and fuzzy and floaty to hold it up all by himself, and Lando rests his cheek briefly against the top of Oscar's head in return, giggling softly.

“Hmm?”

“Hair’s ticklish,” Lando chuckles quietly, the familiar weight of his palm coming to rest against the top of Oscar’s head briefly before he brushes it smooth a bit, humming to himself when he’s satisfied with his work. “’S just too soft.”

“Reckon I never heard that complaint before.” Lando’s being so silly Oscar’s even managed a full sentence, who would have thought. Not him.

or; about coming home together, and about someone who stays, and about having a cheese toastie at the end of the world with someone you love.

here's the link to the fic on ao3. xx

[hrhgeorgerussell]

so I saw this with the rpf goggles on and thought oh that's so oscar in babyboy, honeybee coded like. nothing scarier than a sunday night. don't trust yourself hold the line!!

[micromontage]

sunday evening dont trust yourself hold the line