Homophobes, transphobes, racists, terfs, pervs, please take your hate away somewhere far far away from my blog. Minors, please stay away or I will have you blocked.
I'm 19 and this is my personal blog, so it's going to be full of the stuff I enjoy generally apart from sports.
If you're interested in seeing sports related content, raikkoberg is where you'd like to be : ) Its mostly F1-centric- mostly Carlos centric- with flecks of cricket and MotoGP, as well as other motorsport related series at times. Feel free to tag me anytime!
I am on AO3 too, and I write sometimes. So please, bear with me if I start being annoying or just ghost Tumblr sometimes because of writer's block or life.
Currently, my obsessions are Brilliant Minds and Teddy Sears.
Other shows that I've watched and like are: Supernatural, Suits, Sherlock BBC, Arcane, Hazbin Hotel, Lucifer, Drive To Survive, White Collar, Avengers Assemble, Moon Knight, 911, 911 Lone Star.
Movies are also something that I enjoy a lot. Basically I'm an unhinged cinephile and will yap with no breaks if you give me a chance.
I am also a Marvel fan, with a preference usually for X-Men and Avengers.
The blog is relatively new so I will slowly but surely add all the links to my fics, edits and poster works soon.
I would be happy to make new friends but if you lack the decency to understand this tiny fact that other people are allowed to have opinions just like you are for as long as they're not harming anyone in any way- don't interact with me. Opinions aren't facts and I will not be tolerating any sort of hate, bullying, or discrimination. Be respectful and you'll enjoy your time here.
My discord handle is smoothsainzofcrimes if you wish to communicate with me anywhere else.
That's all.
Have an amazing day! And it's a fantastic thing to be kind to others, but being a little kind to yourself is just as fantastic.
“I can’t quite remember the line, but — ‘he’s strong,’ I remember saying. I think what came to me in that moment was that he loves his brother, and he’s excited by, like, when they were boys, and they would revel in their ability to wound one another. (...) There’s a fondness there. And no blame. (...) There’s no anger there.”
— Bertie Carvel