Twitter thread by Melissa Caruso about a labyrinthine magical bookstore in Syracuse, NY. Link to the first tweet in the thread; most pictures have image descriptions! Now here are the screenshots of that thread:
And then a hero of the labyrinthine magical bookstores of the world put all the bookstores that people listed in the replies on a map! (Google Maps link)
【Carlos Sainz/Maria de Villota】The star still shines its light on other lives.
On July 3, 2012, María suffered a crash during a test session for the Marussia F1 team in the UK. She sustained severe head injuries, lost one eye, and with it, her dream of racing.
Ten years later, on the exact same day, Carlos Sainz, a driver she once mentored, claimed his first Formula 1 victory at Silverstone.
She has been gone for nine years by then. But her star still shines on Carlos' helmet. It always has. It always will.
The Fight and the Drop: Inconsistencies and Hints in Lestat's Behavior Shown in the Acting, Directing and Hair and Makeup, Explained to You Like You are Five
Gee, I wonder what could be weird here. They totally didn't leave hints since Season 1.
Oscar posts soft videos to get off and feel less alone. One comment hits a little too close.
(carlos/oscar | omegaverse | OF creator x f1 driver | 7/?)
snippet:
Oscar doesn’t usually think too hard about the why.
Why he does it. Why he keeps doing it. Why it feels a little less like a game every time he sets the tripod up.
It started as a joke—something Lando dared him into one night, both of them tipsy and tangled on the floor, half a packet of crisps between them.
“You’d make bank,” Lando had said, eyes sharp and lazy at the same time, phone dangling between his fingers. “ Seriously. That ass? You’d break the internet.”
It’s not like he needs the money. The engineering scholarship covers everything important. But there’s something about it—the control, maybe. Or the attention. Or the way it lets him slip into someone else for a while.
Someone sweet. Someone who gets to be wanted.
He doesn’t have to say who he really is. Doesn’t have to be the closed-off, hard-to-read version of himself he brings to the rest of the world. Here, he can just exist. Bare and soft and aching.
That’s what it is, really. It’s the attention. The choice. The silence.