TheOldestProdigy

Is 17 too old to be a prodigy?

[theoldestprodigy]

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[f1-and-associated]

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[theoldestprodigy]

“I wanted to be just like you when I was a kid.”

“No, you don’t want to be like me.

Girls like me, they fly young.

They fly high, too high, they taste the sun’s warmth, they get crowned with laurel and gold by the world.

Some are lucky,

like you,

their wings aren’t made haphazardly with crayon wax and craft feathers,

they’ve got a spacesuit fitted around them, they break out of the atmosphere and they get to space.

Oxygen, it kills slowly, you know? Normalcy, it kills slowly, you know?

Some aren’t lucky, like me, their wings are just crayon wax in a color a few shades off from their favorite, and craft feathers, notebook pages, homework sheets, stuck together, maybe mistaken for recycling paper,

and if they get to fly at all, the crayon wax melts and papers come crashing down once they’re too close to the sun’s warmth.

They come crashing down, back into the atmosphere,

with the oxygen that slowly kills, with the normalcy that slowly kills, with the broken bone that slowly kills.

You don’t want to be me, you wanted to be good.”

[theoldestprodigy]

I bled Rosso Corsa for you, my stallion

Cori N, September 2025

Digital (Procreate)

[theoldestprodigy]

[bovi-bovidae]

sometimes i wonder how it must feel to be logan sargeant. you grow up across europe and make friends with one of the only other kids there who understands how it feels to be oceans away from home. you fight each other for championships. you lose. you get to the highest category of motorsport in the same year. you're stuck in a losing car while you watch him get his first podiums. his first win. you crash and it's not a blaze of glory, it's not anything but the sinking knowledge your time is up. you have to leave.

then he wins a world championship. and you test an indycar in your home country and you do so so well, but it's never good enough, is it? and your fellow floridian is there in indycar, too. you fish together underneath the blazing florida sun. it's the only time you get to compete on his level.

and the next season starts, and you pull out of the series you were supposed to race in. you don't really ever say why. and the kid you were foreigners alongside is now foreign to you and far from you. he's leading championships, he's fighting for wins and for glory and for everything you've dreamed of. and your friend from back home is winning, too--only one of two winners in his season so far. he's got three wins and third place in the championship.

how long ago was it that you were doing that too? do you even remember how it feels?

and you're happy for them, you are. but it's june and you're in florida and the ache stings like your weary skin left under the sun too long. you're probably tired.

[archive--ooo]

the burning field - cyril wong (unmarked treasure, 2004)

[ellecdc]

the basilisk and me

Sirius Black x fem!reader who is hallucinating [979 words]

CW: hallucinations, reader is in hospital, post first wizarding war, suggested and implied PTSD, anxiety/panic attack, based off of this prompt/idea, high stakes hurt/comfort A/N: ok first attempt at this kind of vibe so hopefully it's not complete shit

Sirius tried to stamp down on the fury threatening to take over as he walked as fast as socially acceptable through the hospital corridors. He promised you he’d be here today; the same time as he was the day before, and all the days before that since you’d been rescued following the end of the war from the Death Eater’s hideout. 

He kept that promise, but you wouldn’t know that thanks to the security personnel who spent the past twenty plus minutes arguing with Sirius about whether or not he was authorised to visit you.

There were only four people authorised to visit you, one of them was Sirius Black; Sirius Black who had been here yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, etcetera. At the same time, every day; Sirius was here. You needed him here.

And he needed to be here; twenty plus minutes ago. 

Any relief he felt at the sight of your room vanished at the sound of your gut wrenching sobs, a shout, and the clattering of furniture. 

Officially forgoing social acceptability, Sirius broke out into a sprint before all but barreling into your hospital room. 

There were two mediwix closing in on you with three security personnel flanking them; all of their wands drawn as your wild eyes split your attention between the people circling you, anything in your room that you might be able to use to your advantage, and - apparently - the empty corner of the room.

“Get away from me!” You screeched before dodging behind a table tray meant for meals just as a purple spell left the tip of one of the mediwix’s wand.

“What is going on!?” Sirius barked, making to step further into the room as one of the security-wix stepped in front of him.

“You can’t be here.” They stated simply; gesturing towards the door as if that would simply be the end of it.

“Would you fucker’s stop trying to tell me that!?” He all but bellowed before shoving past him to grab - rather roughly, looking back at it now - the one mediwitch he was familiar with who turned towards him with a look akin to relief. 

“What is going on?” He tried again.

“She’s hallucinating; woke up screeching that there was a basilisk in the room trying to kill her. When we tried to offer her a calming draught, she started accusing us all of trying to poison her."

"And you're...?" Sirius started bemusedly. "Firing hexes at her?"

"Mr. Black-"

“Don’t call me that.”

“She needs to be stupefied.”

“The last thing she needs is more violence.” He growled in response before shoving past her and pointing his back to the four wands still aimed at you.

“Hey, baby hey. Hey hey hey, whoa, whoa.” Sirius started as he crouched down in front of you, listening to the way your shrieks and wails quieted to pitiful hiccups and sobs. “Hey, doll; hey. Easy, love, come now.”

“St- Stop, no.” You shook your head, eyes glued to a point across the room. “Stay… stay away from me.”

“It’s me, doll. It’s me; it’s Sirius, yeah? Come on, babygirl, look at me.”

"No..."

"It's me, doll." He repeated.

“Sirius.” You keened as he took your face between his hands; tears pouring a steady stream over the apples of your cheeks as you kept your gaze locked on an invisible threat that only you could see. 

You didn’t pull away from his grasp, though; trembling hands landing near gently around his wrists. Your knuckles were close to white as the joints threatened to push through the dry and cracked skin of your hands even though your grip never strengthened on him. 

Sirius’ heart ached for you. 

“Look at me, baby. Come on.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered; breath hitching as you managed to make the briefest eye contact with your boyfriend before your eyes darted back to the corner of your room. 

“I know, love. I know.” Sirius agreed, moving to his knees and tucking his feet underneath him before pressing his forehead to yours; his thumbs sweeping methodically over the highs of your cheeks as he kept his gaze on you. “I know; it’s okay.”

“But the-”

“It’s okay; just look at me until it goes away, okay?” 

Sirius’ heart didn’t return to its normal cadence until your blinks started to slow - time stretching between each heavy blink - as you tried your best to keep your gaze dutifully on Sirius. 

“Why don’t we get you to bed, hm?” Sirius whispered after a period of time, feeling wretched at the way your body tensed and your eyes started darting around again.

“But, the-”

“Can you still see it, dolly?” He asked kindly, quietly; allowing you some space to crane your head and get a good lay of the room that saw only one mediwix and one security personnel present after the ordeal. 

“Uhm,” you let out with a nervous woosh, breaths threatening to speed back up at having lost track of your threat, “no…no, but…”

“Let’s get you to bed, and I’ll keep watch, okay?” He offered, beginning to stand before you had a chance to think too hard on his offer as you obliged Sirius, allowing him to guide you to your hospital bed. 

Sirius was just pulling the thin blanket over your form when you grabbed him by the wrist. 

“Will you stay with me?” You blurted, turning bashful as you added a timid “Please?”

“Of course, my love.” He agreed quickly, shucking off his boots and sliding under the thin sheets beside you. “How else would I keep watch, hm?”

And if the mediwix took issue with Sirius being there, they didn’t dare mention it; quietly working around the two figures in the bed as they cleaned up the various pieces of furniture you’d used to defend yourself whilst Sirius kept watch for any threats - visible or invisible, real or imagined - that might deign to disturb your peace.

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[wiserebeltiger]

Small town America is a torture chamber

Parents move to small rural towns so they can have total control of their children.

Control their flow of information, isolate them, abuse them.

No friends, no boyfriend, no fun.

Police and school likely to ignore abuse, or be ill-informed about the signs.

Deny kids opportunities, and a life.

Most of the neighbors are just as shitty. Most of the kids you’re in school with are also isolated and clueless about how badly they’re being abused, how abnormal their home life is.

Effortlessly, the small town silences victims and keeps them imprisoned. Psychopaths are allowed to get away with bad behavior while the authorities turn a blind eye; here, more so than other places, the abuser is allowed to win; and this impresses on the victim that the victim always loses, a warped lesson that may fuck with their head for the rest of their life.

A horrid display of quiet, lock-tight order, small town America.

And all disguised with a wreath of nice foliage.

Here, do not expect reason to prevail. Do not expect the truth to out. Not until it is too late. Or until after you are gone.

[shattermind-8]

"I thought I'd update you on how the missing person investigation is going. They still have no idea where you are."

[theoldestprodigy]

Rexy the kerbivore

[grogumaximus]

[https-shu]

GIRL--- NO FUCKING WAY LMAOOOO 😭😭😭

[theoldestprodigy]

ONE OF US!

[unknownaster]

Caged Lion.

[theoldestprodigy]

The Golden Lion

[thissying]

complete onboard radio, post-finish. GP Las Vegas, 2024

GP: "Yeah, I've been a bit quiet, mate, on the radio but didn't want to embarrass myself like you with the stuttering. But uh... you've done good."

[theoldestprodigy]

VIVA LAS VEGAS BABYYY