Lanean

30s • she/her • bi Front-end dev + writer. Consume alarming amounts of coffee while yelling about Formula 1. Sci-fi/fantasy/horror enthusiast. Beloved by cats. https://lanean.neocities.org

[lanean]

Hi, I’ve been participating in national/global poetry writing month, 30 poems in 30 days. Here’s where you can find all of my poems:

https://lanean.dreamwidth.org/tag/poetry

[wishingformemoria]

just because someone can articulate their point better doesn’t make them right, it makes them articulated. 

[wishingformemoria]

and you aren’t stupid for having trouble articulating yourself.

[andre-30008]

[notoriousmasc]

[lanean]

oscalex fake dating in monaco (1.7k words of bad decisions)

i wrote a short oscalex fake dating fic because monaco makes everyone emotionally incompetent and i needed to document the consequences

alex albon suggests fake dating as a joke it stops being a joke almost immediately oscar piastri stops functioning almost immediately

“Alex Albon, who talked to anyone, charmed everyone, laughed through interviews and pressure and chaos alike--

was nervous.”

includes:

fake dating (obviously)

mutual pining disguised as denial

oscar piastri suffering in real time

alex albon weaponizing proximity and eye contact

george russell allegedly running a betting ring

“you think i’m attractive.” / “this conversation feels unnecessary.” / “you just called me statistically attractive.” / “that’s objective fact.”

it is short. it is chaotic. it escalates exactly as badly as you think it does.

AO3: [LINK]

[vexheart]

[1000-life-hacks]

[archeologist-prophet]

Lovely to see we have spaces where you can gain access to so much literature!

[lanean]

Between

She has already said too much once. Or not too much. Just enough to change the air.

He had gone quiet then. Not distant, just careful in a way that asked for less.

So she gave less.

I don’t feel that anymore, she had said, and it fit so easily it almost felt true.

You handled it, one voice tells her now. You made it disappear.

But nothing disappeared.

It only shifted. Lower, quieter, like something placed in a drawer that does not close all the way.

She moves around it daily. Pretends not to notice how it catches.

He speaks as if nothing is held between them. And maybe nothing is, at least not where he stands.

You chose this, the first voice says.

Yes, the other answers, and lingers there.

Because there is a difference between quiet and absence.

She tests the old sentence again, lets it rest on her tongue without sound.

It doesn’t hold.

Something in it bends, like a surface that remembers being touched.

If she were to say it now, it would not arrive cleanly. It would carry the shape of having been taken back.

So she leaves it where it is. Not gone. Not spoken.

Just present in the smallest interruptions. A pause too long. A glance she corrects too quickly. The faint, constant sense of standing slightly out of place in a room she has already agreed belongs to someone else.

[motojane]

[lanean]

[remanence-of-love]

[beccarchive]

this or nothing.

[gattyswriting]

broke: oscar piastri to red bull

woke: red bull staff to oscar piastri

[occasionallysubtle]

some monday reminders :) these are up on my shop in various forms

[hersterical]

okay, now I’m thinking about how magic in btvs as a metaphor for queerness is like the experience of discovering a part of yourself slowly, and gently, and eventually something clicking into place and the world becoming more beautiful and full of possibilities and an entire network of people like you

and slayerhood as a metaphor for queerness is like the experience of being queer in a space that isn’t safe, where you’re experiencing internalized homophobia and it’s isolating and scary and thrusts you into a world of people you’ve always been taught to fear while also kind of being like those very people you’re “supposed” to fear at the same time and while it does give you strength and courage to accept this part of yourself it also comes with a heavy burden

[altorinaart]

«A Patchwork of Hope» 👎

[grimmscythe]

Reblog to cast heal on prev

[lanean]

Iced cinnamon sugar cookies, from Llewellyn's 2026 Witches' Datebook

[thoughtkick]

“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath