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I HAVE THE SAME THING WITH TEXTURE! Like, for me the texture of Redbull is thicker and stickier than monster? Like monster, for me, is lighter and easier to drink specifically because of that, and I have no idea why
Also, I saw your feelings about protective Oscar and submitted a request! Sorry if this is getting too much for you, you can do whatever you want! Ooooooo, expanding on the fic with Max and reader would be so cool, I would love to see that! Your work always brightens up my day, keep on keeping on
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Protective Oscar is my everythingggggggg. My thanks for the idea!! I just have this inkling of a feeling that when his patience does run out that he would probably be ruthless and I love that for him. Same for protective Max - love him toooooooooo.
IT DOES HAVE A DIFFERENT TEXTURE! It's heavy, I think, and sticky (that sounds wrong-). I'm not big into how they make this stuff because I'm here for a good time not for a long time.
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ARE THE LOGAN RUMORS TRUE?!?! I'M PANICKED SOMEONE TELL ME IT’S NOT REAL!! T_T
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I am going to say something scandalous...
I don't like energy drinks *hides from the tomato barrage* HEAR ME OUT i never got used to soda when I was younger, I don't really like coffee (blasphemous for a college student), so when my friend had me try the original red bull (we don't have other flavors easily available here) i straight up gagged and asked if this was what f1 drivers drink every day 😅
But I do get incredibly addicted to sugary drinks, the one I like is like an iced tea with menthol-y cooling effect in it
Coffee actually tastes kind of gross though? Like I feel you there! Also my mom is a health nut in the ‘first aid is essential oils, vodka, and bourbon’ way. Don’t be ashamed to like what you like! Water is great! Filtered water is even better! Not a fan of tea unless it’s a vanilla chai. I see the appeal of it though!
Is scandalous even a thing anymore? Like, I used to think showing my shoulders in church was scandalous. Idk what the scandalous spectrum looks like anymore.
Actually all this talk has me thinking about the weird shit that went down in the church I spent most of my life in! Energy drinks being one of them, ironically. Wearing jeans was a big one at one point as well. Had a footloose thing going where dancing wasn’t allowed (got in trouble for it one). My youth pastor was garbage and I had to write a letter to the board of elders of all the shit he did while I was there. The janitor creeped me out, tried to hold my hand, told MY FIANCÉS BEST FRIEND TO DEMAND I KIDD HIM FOR RIDES (keep in mind I am blind and can’t get my license and he offered because nobody else was available at the time.)
The list goes on and on and on.
Makes me wonder if this new obsession of mine is actually just a belated rebellious period?!?!
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Dear gods you and 🏍️ are braver than I am with the energy drinks… I even refuse to try more than the original flavor of redbull because I’m that fucking scared… also redbull scares me the least ingredients wise
It’s not that I hate monster, I’m just scared to add more variety to the energy drinks in case i end up addicted more. The possibilities scare me.
And no, I haven’t tried other flavors yet because I’m indecisive af and probs wouldn’t like them anyway… I’m extremely flavor picky (I drink like a sum total of 5 things in life: COLD(!!!!!!!!) water, apple juice, FLORIDIAN(!!!!(don’t ask me why specifically Florida I don’t like anything else)) orange juice, yellow gatorade (don’t come at me plz I’m sorry) and now Red Bull).
And now for a small confession: I’m really bad at thinking about dynamics between people. Which means the times you hear thoughts about pairings for fics from me is little…. I would love to write but as soon as I start thinking about stuff like this (especially as an ace/aro spec individual) I struggle big time. So sadly I’m struggling to provide Max/Osc/Lando thoughts. Sorry :(
Anyways I’m going to bed now and sorry about the constant yapping and long asks from me.
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Yeahhhhh the ingredients are kinda trash garbage. But like... they are in a lot of things, so I've based it on a pick your poison kind of thing.
To each their own for drinks of choice! Not judgment here! ... except for the cold water because HOW?! Ice hurts my teeth. They are sensitive okay T_T
Also, apple juice for me. But specifically the kind from Washington because the local stuff is really good, and I get it from farmers markets and the stall is a cute little decorated thing and the people who sell it are so nice.
Anyway...
I, myself, am not on the aro/ace spectrum. But! Understandable. I think I'm more demi leaning? It's like if I had to describe it. Like me and my fiance have known each other for so long, it's kinda like kissing your best friend? But I'm also too logical for most relationships, which is why Para social and imagination all me a little wiggle room.
My partner isn't polyam, but I have been for a long time. But just in the way that I like having other people close in the 'we're more then friends' way but not in the 'we have sex way'. Idk, am weird like that.
THE POINT IS! I see you and empathize. Specifically in the amut department because AHHHHHHHHHHHHH??? How do people write smut with no plot? How do they write these words? Because I can't figure it out T_T
It's so much easier to allude to it and just do the build-up and emotions and whatnot. Sometimes, I can make it work, but those fics take me months to write, and I refuse to go back and read them.
Tis why I usually end up writing angst.... and ya know, gore. But that's fine because to each their own!
ALSO DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR TALKING TO ME!! litterally say whatever in my inbox because FRIEND! INTERACTION!
Weird to think people actually wanna talk to me even if it's like this 🥺
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YES SPREADING THE MONSTER PROPAGANDA I LOVE TO SEE IT
Redbull was actually my favorite energy drink until I tried monster, and now it’s all monster for me. Ironically enough I pretty much only like the sugar free and peach edition redbulls lmao
ALSO THE MAX GHOUL FIC IS FUCKING AMAZING YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB KING MAX ALL THE WAY! I always love the Landoscar bits you put in your ghoul fics they’re just so lovely! You are amazing and incredible and you are deserving of every single good thing in your life
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Listen - hear me out here... I've been having landoscar brainrot for DAYS and idk what to do about it.
Also, protective Oscar has my heartttttt. I live and breath it. So, me thinks you should send me ideas because you seem to catch my vibe with this whole ghoulverse thing 👀
Pleading. Begging. On my KNEES. I am struggling over here.
(Also planning on possibly continuing on for Max and Reader essentially stepping into their new roles so specific scenarios for them are also appreciated.)
Redbull just feels sticky? Idk if that makes sense, but I swear it has a different texture. Could also just be my tism, but I digress 🤷🏻♀️
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Don’t apologize for the trauma dump!! It’s your blog, you choose what to put here. If ppl don’t like it, they can block you or just keep scrolling
That said. I just got home from work. And I saw the ghoul max fic.
I fucking Love it. Im processing and I’m bad at feedback without having the thing in front of me, but I love everything (Landooscar has my heart lmao I can remember Oscar covering Landos mouth and being like “did you just lick me? You really thought it would change your position rn?”)
Soft max and max standing up to jos will never fail to make me grin like a maniac.
Yeah I thought it was actually the badger emoji because of f1 and Danny “Honey badger” Ric and then I went back to check and oh look it’s a fucking motorcycle. Whoops 😅 (sorry again 🏍️)
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Landoscar brain rot is best. I love them. Might do some ghoulverse for them as well 👀… don’t have any ideas for that but we’ll get there!
I’m super excited about this fic I’ve been writing for OP and Carlos. The fic itself is for Oscar but I personally find dark Carlos really hot and I’m an indecisive person.
Also have a few other fics and a new chapter for drowning beneath your weight I’ve got going on.
Can we just - I need to rant about how my head has been stuck on max/Oscar/Lando as a pairing?? They just work really well together in my head and I need it? It’s something I want to explore because I can but i need someone to jump start my imagination T_T
(This is a sign! Add fuel to my fire! FEED MY IMAGINATION PLEASE I BEG)
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Chin Up, Princess (2k words)
Max Verstappen x Reader
Genre: Ghoulverse Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Jos oversteps and causes a whole lot of hurt for Max and his mate, he takes things into his own hands and ends up resorting to extreme measures in order to save his lover. (Background Landoscar, Charlos, and Sewis)
Warnings: Mind control, talks of eating people and mentions of gore but nothing explicit, ghoul on ghoul violence, burning of a character, major character death (not a good guy tho), ED but like... also not an ED, soulbonds
Notes: Ironically the most tame ghoulverse fic I've done thus far. Thank you to🏍️for the amazing idea!!
Side Note: Feed my praise kink please?
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It’s raining again. The kind of rain Monaco doesn’t see often. The torrential downpour that keeps everyone hidden away inside to keep warm.
She watches the water droplets race down the window, wondering which one will hit the edge first. It’s not productive, but she needs something to distract her from the ache in her bones. The hunger pains have gotten progressively worse over the last three weeks. Still, she’s finding ways to cope. She has to manage; the pain is what’s keeping her sane.
It’s nice being home and hidden behind the water covered window. It means she’s free to drop the human look. All horns and tail, long tongue and sharp teeth, dark eyes and pointed ears. It’s natural - or it used to be.
It doesn’t quite feel like her anymore. Like somehow everything that had once been a part of her is now irritating. Her horns are heavy and her tail refuses to be anywhere but the ground. All because his words sit in her head and bounce around the cavity in her chest.
He changed her.
~~~♡~~~
A month ago, she ran into Jos in the paddock. Even though she doesn’t like the guy, he’s still technically her king - and Max’s dad - so her father in law in a way. Max had mated with her (a heavenly feeling) but had done so without the consent of his father.
Jos doesn’t like her one bit. Which she doesn’t care about. If Max is the prince of the demons and set to take up leadership at some point, that makes her a princess. They both dislike each other but in the essence of keeping things civil, she makes it work.
“I didn’t expect to see you here today!” She nodded her head to show respect. Opting for that instead of bowing to this man in broad daylight.
“I wish I hadn’t seen you at all!” Well - fuck you too - she supposes. She’d fallen into step beside him as they made their way to the Redbull garage.
She nearly crashes into him when he stops abruptly. He grabs hold of her bicep and drags her down some alleyway between buildings. She goes with compliance, hell only knows what this man can and will do to her.
Her back hits the wall with a disorienting force. “You’re not enough for us.”
“I think you mean for you.”
Jos hisses close enough to her face that she can feel his saliva hitting her. “The council decided you’re not one of us-'' He grabs her chin and she watches as his eyes fade to that deep dark color that usually means something bad is about to happen.
“You will not eat. You are not one of us. Am I clear?”
She snaps at him. Her attempt at fighting his hold is futile. Not when the damn demon king is trying to hypnotize her. “No!”
He clamps a hand over her mouth and pulls a lighter out of his pocket. The open flame hovers just above the healed over scar on her clavicle. She shakes, desperate to get away from the heat. “You will not eat. You are not a ghoul. You are not one of us.”
It’s a hypnotic tone that seeps through her ears and floods her veins. The heat of the flame no longer her one weakness as her mind submits itself to the will of her king.
~~~♡~~~
Her jaw snapped shut. Her vocal chords refused to work. Her throat constricts around liquids. Her teeth become glued to each other each time she tries to bite down into something of nutrients.
A month of this torture and she can feel herself getting progressively more ravenous. Slowly they’ve exhausted all of their options. No matter how desperately she tries, she can’t get any substance into her.
Max’s reflection appears in the window. A frown etched upon lips. It doesn’t suit him; Max was made to smile. She likes being the one to cause it. These days it feels like all he’s doing is trying to ease her slow and painful death.
He sits opposite of her and heaves out a gust of warm air on the window. His pointer finger paints a simple picture of a stick figure. It’s - objectively - a terrible drawing, but it serves its purpose and makes her laugh.
“I’m scared, Max.”
“I know, schat.”
They continue to stare out the window. The bond doing the talking for them, passing their emotions back and forth. He can feel her pain and she can feel his inner rage.
Humans don’t understand. Maybe they never will. They fear those who are different. Think this way and do this thing or you're a monster. Certainly not all of them. Lando and Charles are prime examples of this. Still - surviving amongst them gets harder each day.
“I know what you want to do.” She turns towards him. Unbidden in the comfort of their own home. His tail flicks in uncertainty. A habit he picked up from Sebastian. “I don’t want you to regret it.”
“It’s inevitable. Just earlier than planned.” He won’t meet her gaze. “I can’t watch you suffer when I can stop it.”
“You have always been the chivalrous type.”
Max slides closer to her. His thumb comes to the underside of her chin and pushes it upward. Her eyes have nowhere else to go, forced to get lost in his. A never-ending sea of endless dark that she’d willingly drown in.
“Chin up, love. There is going to be a crown on your head soon. I’d hate to see it hit the ground.”
~~~♡~~~
She hates not being able to go inside. She understands why she can’t though. She already has the weight of one hypnosis spell weighing her down; she’s more susceptible to another.
Still, waiting is nerve wracking. The sound of familiar roars fill her ears. Occasionally wincing when she feels Max’s pain. Mild compared to what it is for him.
Lando and Charles are sitting on the ground with her. Their mates are inside with Max, along with Lewis and Sebastian. She attempts to hold close to the bonds of their tribe. They’ve been planning this for the last couple of weeks. Every hole is plastered with flexi tape.
“Relax, chéri. They are fine.”
She won’t open her mouth to mutter a thanks. Not when she’s already salivating and can smell exactly where their pulse points are. Not when she can hear the steady rhythm of their hearts.
No, she can’t eat, but she’d also rather not risk it.
“Do we have to bow to you after this whole ordeal is over?” Lando looks at her with a curious expression. “Cause like - Oscar doesn’t bend like that.”
Both her and Charles gape and the odd statement. Lando looks like he’s just stated the weather on an average Monday morning.
“Lando, are you sure it’s not you who doesn’t bend like that?”
“I think I know how I can bend mate! How do you think we broke the table-“
Charles grimaces, his nose scrunching up and cheeks turning red. “Bleh! I don’t need to know how Oscar bends you.”
“You asked!”
“And now I regret it…”
Another roar bellows into the night sky. It’s loud and painful. She looks to the boys beside her for confirmation that it’s not Oscar or Carlos. They nod at her, leaving only three options.
She bolts inside.
The roars turn to whines. The fire rages over the body of Jos Verstappen. Max has sunk to his knees, the sunset hues of the flames reflect in his eyes and illuminate the tear tracks on his cheeks.
She falls beside him. Panicked hands search for any possible wounds; any burns in need of immediate attention. Max is crying as she does so, but he’s smiling at the same time. There are a million emotions running through the room. The large flames a mercy to the now deceased king.
A fallen king lay before them. His body burned to ashes. They watch as he is devoured by the fire. The silence is deafening. The only noise being the roar of the flames. An irony that doesn’t go unnoticed. To feel serene with the one thing that would surely kill her if the starvation doesn’t first.
Max is the first to approach the pile of ashes on the ground. He creeps up to it like they might reanimate. Like they might take back what they once had and reestablish their hold on her mind with no chance at her escape.
Sebastian meets Max in the middle. He scoops handfuls of the ash and decorates Max’s skin. The Dutch looks miserable when Sebastian dumps a handful into Max’s own cupped hands.
“Do I have too?”
“Do you want your fathers powers?”
He groans, but doesn’t wait any longer. He tries to be serious, but there is an element of humor here despite the situation.
“Does this mean Max is a cannibal now?!” She supposes Lando is trying to whisper, but the building they are in echoes. He chokes when he hears it.
“Lando! I am trying to eat my father!”
“So you are a cannibal!”
Oscar slaps a hand over his mate's mouth. Briefly, a look of disgust flashes across his face. “If you really think licking me will work, you are mistaken.” Muffled sounds from underneath Oscar’s hand escape, but nobody understands.
Max is finally able to choke down the ashes of his father. Certainly not the most conventional of coronations, but she can’t picture it any other way.
“Never thought I’d see the day where we were dropping to our knees for this guy.” Carlos chuckles from somewhere beside her as they close in on the new king.
Not a prince anymore - a king.
It suits him more, she thinks. Standing tall in front of his tribe, still laughing at Lando and Oscar and their odd positioning. At Carlos and his playful pride as he kneels. He exchanges a smile with Charles after years of rivalry now comes a shared respect. He turns endearingly to Sebastian and Lewis looking at him like proud parents.
Then to her. She’s on the ground, her knees bruised already. Max pulls her up into his arms. He brings his hands to her jaw and once again she drifts into the calm of his endless eyes.
Soft fingers massage her jaw. The one that aches with a desperate need for something she hasn’t had in so long. He’s gentle with her, like an antique porcelain doll that might break if he applies too much pressure.
“You are worthy of every good thing. You are one of us, just as you always have been and you are deserving of your life.”
The cement that had been fire in her veins vanishes as he speaks. Max keeps talking, but she’s too lost in the relief from these heavy feelings - the euphoria of knowing she belongs again. The cavern of her chest is beating with words of comfort.
Her horns don’t feel like extra weights and her tail finds Max’s with immediate ease. They intertwine like they had before.
“You are here and loved. You have a place with us.” He tilts her chin upward like he’s done since they mated. “Chin up, your highness, you’re a queen now.”
~~~♡~~~
Sated.
Her body aches from a full belly instead of the hunger pains. As does the rest of their tribe, she presumes.
Max keeps getting phone calls… and he keeps ignoring them. Instead opting to keep his attention focussed on his tribe. His love for them - for her - is radiating through his every move.
“I think King Max sounds good on you.” She flashes her teeth at him. The others are either chatting, or if you’re Oscar then you’re using Lando as a blanket and sleeping. They are paying no attention to them.
“You think? I’d always resented it.”
“You’re going to change things, Max. That’s not something to resent.” They hook tails again, a comfort she’d missed dearly. “Plus, you’re stuck with me now since you saved my life. I’m going to be the most demanding queen.” She waves her hand around for dramatic flair.
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“First I’m going to demand that you cuddle me - and I’ll figure out the rest later!”
“As you wish, your highness.”
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@piastrification @481boxboxbaby
Being perceived is nerve wracking...
Having even slightly popular mutuals is so cool. The king has bestowed upon me a like. Perhaps even a reblog
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Just realized I put 🦡 anon and not 🏍️ anon In my last ask. Don’t ask how that happened.
Sorry 🏍️!
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Tell me HOW I thought those were the same emoji....
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Awwww im sorry :(
Life sucks most of the time (unfortunately) sometimes and a lot of ppl deal with it better than us.
If no one’s said it yet IM FUCKING PROUD OF YOU FOR NOT GIVING IN.
Regarding the angst fics: GIMME. I’ll be the LAST person complaining cause it actually makes me feel something other than indifference and numb.
And max??? Your Ghoul max especially??? I WILL EAT THAT SHIT UP. GIMME. (On your own time and writing speed ofc).
If it ain’t obvious I’ll read pretty much anything you write. I’m a sucker for your ao3, I’m rereading one fic or another daily atp.
Also cause I always see you and 🦡 talking about energy drinks (monster) I’ll add my little quirks about caffeine in general cause I keep being told I’m weird for it and need some kind of opinion from ppl who don’t know anything about me:
I have said for YEARS that I don’t want to try energy drinks because I have an addictive personality. I damn well knew that I’d be addicted to the caffeine “high” or sleep (depending on how my adhd took it).
Until February when my friend but redbull in a separate cup and had me try it. Summary is I liked it and immediately wanted to cry when she told me cause damnit I’ve been avoiding it!!!!
So now I have EXTREMELY strict rules about my redbull consumption (it’s the only source of caffeine other than Coca Cola I actually enjoy the taste of (no I don’t like coffee)). And refuse to try anything else because one is bad enough.
Sorry this is so long but your always asking for ppl to talk… so I just did (whoops)
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Okay yes… I am aching for human interaction. The interaction I’ve had with friends recently is not the greatest but in my defense! I’m still religious and so are they and we all have different values. As in - tumblr is like my side hoe that nobody knows about. I’m also bisexual which isn’t the most values thing in Christianity and so I get some weird looks when I rant about pretty woman. I CANT HELP IT THO WHY ARE YOU ALL SO GOOD LOOKING IT’S NOT FAIRRRRR. Same goes for a lot of other shit. Drinking and sex and smoking and sex and - the list goes on for days. IDK man just Lemme liveeee. Also trying to explain to people why you won’t go back t church is a pain. Like - idk? You watched my dad abuse my mom for YEARS, didn’t say anything and gossiped instead about how we were the ones not following him as the head of the household, the proceeded to hail him a hero because he stayed with my mom after she dealt with a fucking predator? Not thanks! I’d prefer never to speak to y’all again!
(Sorry for the random trauma dump lol)
That all being said, the interaction I’ve had is limited to my fiancé and my beta reader who is overseas in the UK. My fiancé has friends and goes out with them and I sit watching movies with my parents while getting trashed. My sister is there too. I love her dearly. But she’s 17 and dual enrolled to graduate with her associates degree in a couple of months so she’s busy T_T
Basically - I’m alone with my thoughts majority of the time and it’s not a fun place to be.
I’m considering making this specific Ghouls Max fic into a mini series because there is so much shit here. Plus, background Landoscar and Charlos have me FERAL. The plot is actually a lot like my Ao3 fic in some ways but not? Like themes are similar ig. I fell in love though and might make a series of one shots that follow Max and Reader post the events of that fic 👀 (which I will have for you EVENTUALLY)
Redbull isn't my favorite unless it's sugar-free (don't ask why because I find it IRONIC). I feel you with the caffeine thing and finding it hard to pace. I don't have a crazy reaction to caffeine and usually get by with a monster in the morning. Coffee tastes gross unless it's one of those places that have their own coffee beans and stuff. Which - okay - I'm from Washington state, and we have SO MANY COFFE PLACES HERE. I have three that are a 20-minute walk from my house. Also, Starbucks sucks.
Saw your ask right after this by the way and laughed because I'm blind and the emojis looked similar, so I didn't even realize at first!
I'm glad to see me and 🏍 are spreading our propaganda 😂
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YES STRAWBERRY DREAMS IS LIKE ONE OF MY FAVORITE FLAVORS EVER I ADORE IT SO MUCH! I love strawberries in general so anything that is even remotely related to strawberries I adore!
I’m so sorry about not being able to get strawberry lemonade! Whenever you do I think you’ll love it, it’s just so refreshing. PEOPLE ALWAYS LOSE THEIR SHIT ABOUT MONSTER I DONT GET IT!
I hope you’re having a really good day, and if you’re not I hope you know I’m cheering you on and hoping it gets better
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I want it T_T
Strawberry lemonade is my favorite flavor of everything. It's my go to.
Thanks for the encouragement because it's been a ROUGH day. So I've opted to work on the ghoulverse Max fic because he's my comfort atm 🥺
Actually this whole fic kind of exploded into something which is why it's taking me so long. I started working on it the second I saw the request and now it's just... yeah. I love him.
#Ren's.inbox#Ren's.thoughs#Ren has a monster addiction now because her parent are weirdos and eat advil for dinner#🏍️.anon
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people telling you they reread your fic is the biggest compliment you could ever receive. there are thousands of stories out there begging to be found, to be explored, but your story meant so much to someone that they came back to it eagerly, they went over every word again. to love is to return and loving a fic is rereading it. thank you to all readers and rereaders <3333
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Honestly, I used to have this same problem, and most of my socials were just for F1 and other motor sports anyway. It's not for everyone, but sometimes just deleting it helps! Give yourself credit for realizing it's taking a toll on your mental health, too. It's a hard thing to admit sometimes! ❤️
idk why I search out negative comments about my favorite drivers, I'm just rage baiting myself
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Y'all are amazing. Reblog to hug the person you’re reblogging from.
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Answer as honestly/as much as your comfortable too:
How are you doing? Cause I’ve had post notifications on for a while and was noticing I was getting a steady stream all night when I woke up.
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Well okay, I left stuff in my queue because I have a ton of likes and I’m trying to go through them and repost the shit I’d planned on reposting. However, I also didn’t want to spam all at once.
I was up til 3 am writing tho because of anxiety and overthinking and fighting off the self-stabby thoughts. Honesty proud of myself for NOT giving into them. It just means I’ve started like five angsty fics 👀
I appreciate you looking out for me tho because me and sleep are not friends.
… me and monster are tho 🫠
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Hi Ren! Me again, I just wanted to mention that I really love your tumblr profile picture! I really love the aesthetic of it 💕 sending you lots of loveee
The way I SCREAMED!
I actually drew the thing myself and was so proud of it that I made it my profile picture! Art isn’t something I do on the regular but it’s fun to doodle while I’m sitting for through lectures!
Actually kinda crying rn…
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Charles checking Max out and choking on his drink <3
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