Nice To See That George Has *clears Throat* All His Ducks In A Row.

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as someone said on twitter: major monegasque depression

Sebastian Vettel | ROC 2025

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

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Hollow break in my chest

It floats disconnected

The ribs, the cage for my heart

They have been failures

I had a best friend

The only one

The blood rushed through my heart

Cracked my ribs open

The floating cage

An open heart

The sun shined on us

I smile when you laugh

I laugh when you dance

It's like this

My heart floats in the blood you soaked

Your blood flows through mine

It keeps me alive

I had a best friend

You made me smile

It's a husk,

Broken ribs

Dried red

You are the only one

I didn't see

You drowned in red

Broken ribs

Floating lungs

You drowned in red

A hollow hole

I keep it for you

Trade a heart for the cold

Come back home.

george has just fucked off into the desert 😆

I mean I just saw a post talking about the Getos accepting Satoru and that makes him think about giving up sorcery. And I'm here like, no?? That would never happen.

I'm very fond of the hc that Suguru had a very normal childhood, or as normal as one can have given his circumstances, and comes from a home — a place that has love for him. And Suguru used to take satoru with him to visit his parents and they were both very loved in that household. I love all of that. It's like a drug to me. But to take that and say that satoru would see them as an escape from the life of a sorcerer is just plain wrong.

But seeing the love and acceptance that satoru felt from suguru's parents and the love and acceptance that he knew was there for Suguru too, that would fuck him up when he comes to know about Suguru killing his parents.

This is not new, I love thinking about Suguru deciding to kill his parents, and then sticking to that decision and carrying it out and living with those consequences. Living with that on his conscience. But I also do love the way satoru reacts to all of this. He is surprised and horrified. And that does kinda point towards him knowing them because otherwise I kinda don't see the guy who was separated from his parents at a young age care about the implications of suguru's actions. Especially when he's just 17. And I love to chew on it. A satoru who takes on suguru's part of grief that comes friom his actions too, because suguru refuses to feel it.

I love all of that, but to argue that satoru feels like he lost a way of life because of that is a disservice to who satoru is.

get out. And take your sad weird bisexual man with you

Mirror Lines

Pairing: Max Verstappen/Sebastian Vettel

Summary:

Mirrors were a funny thing. Stare into one long enough, and you might as well be looking at a stranger. Someone wearing your face, carrying your accomplishments, but so warped by time and circumstance that you couldn’t recognise them at all.

Everything seems to be going against Max in the lead up to Brazil. Sebastian might be the only one who understands.

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Rated M/5.2k words

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eleanor shellstrop one of the protagonists of all time honestly. woman who sucks so much who gets put in a situation specifically made to make her worse and instead she gets better. filled with love for other people but replaced it with malice for as long as she could because love got her nothing. went from being selfish for survival to selfless for survival and in the end she lands on being selfless for selflessness's sake. she even has mommy issues. she's even bisexual.

"came back wrong" what about Came Back Afraid. You used to be brave. Too brave maybe, defying the odds at every turn, a fighter, cocky, playing with fire, first to throw yourself at the enemy. Until one day it all caught up to you. You came back, somehow, but now you know all too intimately how it feels to lose, to die, to be destroyed. Now you flinch and freeze and cower at the slightest provocation. Who even are you now if you can't be brave? The grave may have let you go, but the mortal fear still grips you tighter than ever.