i must not perceive the f1 movie. f1 movie is the mind-killer. f1 movie is the little-death that brings total obliteration. i will ignore brad pitt. i will permit f1 movie to pass over me and through me. and when it has gone past i will turn the inner eye to see its path. where the f1 movie has gone there will be nothing. only homoerotic fandom yaoi will remain.

(reading through your entire medical history) oh boy. ooooooh mama. not good. and that would have caused... yep. just like i thought. yeesh

the most important part of sports enjoyment is to learn how to eroticize failure and loss

trying to suspend my disbelief [forget about uti risk factors] in order to enjoy this piece of media [read a piss kink fic]

nevermind i just cant do it the threat of utis simply looms too large

i'm barking at the idea of max crashing out over oscar. the idea of max in a ruin of smoke and spiralling emotions and shame when his usually trusty psychological games don't touch oscar. you cannot phase this koala. he is the herbivorous marsupial of indifference. the great unbothered closest living relative to the wombats. max is so going to break in this title fight, but oscar? oscar will just keep chewing through wins like they are eucalyptus leaves. you can't bother him. he's post-emotion.

People need to stop asking Oscar about hobbies please... His job is car, his special interest is car, he even used to be a car. He doesn't need anything more.

i predict a major shift in themes under the landoscar ao3 tag

the unbreakable connection between me and a song I heard in a fanvid over ten years ago

best thing you can do with a repressed character is hit them with various hammers and sharp objects until they crack open to reveal beautiful sparkling homosexuality inside. geode guy

can't wait for oscar's imola reputation era. he will have a 100% updated car. he will be mad. he will be hungry for the win. he will drive his heart out. he will be unbothered through it all. he might divebomb a ferrari. who knows. not me but i will be there for it.

shaking six year old me by the shoulders YOU WERE RIGHT. YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT LOVE AND ABOUT FAIRNESS AND ABOUT SHARING IS CARING. YOU WERE RIGHT. THE ADULTS DON’T KNOW ANY MORE ABOUT TRUTH THAN YOU DO. KEEP BELIEVING IN THE FAIRIES AT THE BOTTOM OF THE GARDEN. NOTHING IS “JUST THE WAY IT IS”. I AM SORRY THEY EVER CONVINCED YOU TO FEEL SHAME. YOU ARE REAL AND A PART OF THIS WORLD. YOU WERE RIGHT.