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Here's an intro to Formula 1 lore. Get to know some famous rivalries, resident curses, and basic history!
âI wanted to be just like you when I was a kid.â
âNo, you donât want to be like me.
Girls like me, they fly young.
They fly high, too high, they taste the sunâs warmth, they get crowned with laurel and gold by the world.
Some are lucky,
like you,
their wings arenât made haphazardly with crayon wax and craft feathers,
theyâve 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 arenât 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 theyâre too close to the sunâs 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 donât want to be me, you wanted to be good.â
I bled Rosso Corsa for you, my stallion
Cori N, September 2025
Digital (Procreate)
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.
the burning field - cyril wong (unmarked treasure, 2004)
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 heâd be here today; the same time as he was the day before, and all the days before that since youâd been rescued following the end of the war from the Death Eaterâs hideout.Â
He kept that promise, but you wouldnât 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.Â
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 youâre in school with are also isolated and clueless about how badly theyâre 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.
"I thought I'd update you on how the missing person investigation is going. They still have no idea where you are."
Rexy the kerbivore
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ONE OF US!
Caged Lion.
The Golden Lion
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."
VIVA LAS VEGAS BABYYY