Lando’s Lego race footage
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Lando’s Lego race footage
I followed you initially bc I was devouring f1 fics before I came to f1 tumblr and there were a few names that became permanently fixtures in my mind. so you were one of the very first that I searched up and followed. why I still happily follow you is that you are such a staple in the f1 fandom to me. not in a “you’re up on an untouchable pedestal way”, you’re actually incredibly grounded (which is another reason I follow you), but in the way that my sense of f1 fandom began forming when I dipped my toes into f1 fic and your works were banger after banger. when I was brand new, I was like “ugh who even is this max fewtrell guy” and through your nortrell I fell in love with him and learned who he was and understood why he was a repeat guy in your fics. and here on tumblr, again you’re such a steady and grounded presence on my feed and in the fandom. I was pretty nervous around here at first, but any time I commented on one of your posts or sent you an ask, you were simply kind and I didn’t feel like such a pest suddenly. it helped me realize that the writers I look up to and cool bloggers that made me nervous are just weird little creatures too, and we’re all nerds excited to talk about our special guy(s). this is a lot of sappy glazing but tldr:
you have chill cool vibes, you helped me feel more comfortable in this fandom space, you’re an excellent writer, and you infected me with a crush on max <3
Wait this is so sweet! But yeah, even us authors who are possessed by ideas are just more fans with a blog. We are all just running lame little blogs!
ello and welcome to the len appreciation zone run by @beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
dms, @, and asks very welcome (len related obv). i dont have twitter but if you do please send len from there too (also lemme know if any of the twitter links i stole from discord are from are available on tumblr). songs too, yt, bb, or nnd preferred.
pfp from the dark side of the moon by natsup page of the lyrics book that comes with the cd iirc
len playlist! (votes are on go vote for ur favs)
and i am aware i dont tag posts well for others to find, u either are blessed by the knowledge of this blogs existence or it exists as an archive for me and only me
I USED TO PRAY FOR TIMES LIKE THESE
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thought of an idea for a fic while drawing:
How long until a story between friends becomes a legend?
Fi is a still able to hear and see everything in the sword. she can kinda help, like in the end of most games when the sword starts glowing before you beat ganon, but she can't communicate.
One day, she hears a link taking to a zelda about past heroes and things. the story of the hero of the sky comes up, and zelda mentions that his journey drove him crazy, because he started rambling about a voice inside the sword.
Fi is as heartbroken as she can be. the only mention of her and it's used to discredit her friend, her only friend.
Fi always watches the final battle with ganondorf anxiously, hoping to see Ghirahim's sword, to know she isn't alone. but never. She hears zelda talking about the legend of demises sword, but never mentioning ghirahim. Fi knew ghirahim. she was talking to him just eons ago. that wasn't too long ago for her. why is she the only one who remembers?
@deviantmonroe :)
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