Don't Mind Me, Making A New Tumblr So I Can Obsess Over The Vroom Vrooms And The Zoom Zooms And Write

the hotel room in sports rpf functions as a liminal yet domestic space which allows for the realization and articulation of otherwise sublimated desire. in this essay i will 

i follow mclaren exclusively for their unhinged what if we made our drivers do this moments and you know what. they rarely disappoint me

the fact that I can track my period cycle through how horny my writing is…actual insanity

for this guy 😐🤨😶😳

Broke:

Woke:

You are my safe space, and my constant battle in life:

that omegaverse poll on f1 twitter crossed my timeline so I sent it to my bestie who loves omegaverse but is not within the f1 fandom and she delivered a masterpiece

and for additional context, she did look up the ones she wasn’t as familiar with and listen to a few reels to hear their voice/mannerisms etc ✌️

anyway I’d love to hear thoughts and discussions from yall 🫶

see part 2 of drives as incorrect quotes <3

I really thought I'd write some good old-fashioned orgasm delay/denial smut and be done with it.

but here I am, being introspective about things I don't know nearly enough about. anyway, as a girlie who wants and isn't getting, I've been using this f1 rpf fic as therapy too much.

(this is a teaser (I suppose) for the next chapter and don't let it fool you, it's got a lot of sex in it.

just sometimes my silly little brain gets in the way and writes a lot ode to a man I barely know)

find this fic on ao3 here