the shipping container

Spring arrived in Monaco with a housewarming gift. i just love this line so much man. i went back to go though the asks i sent before to see what i said already to not be repetitive but i just love this line so much man. so bloody much you have no idea.

, a lamp casting soft gold over the room instead of the harsh white of the old fluorescents. i very vividly remember reading this line because i was just walking home at, like, ten pm through the city centre absolutely vibrating to beta read a fic of yours and it was at that point i nearly walked into a car. i feel like a lot of my comments go like that

small enough that Max almost didn’t register them as gifts at all. gaughf

your max/nico fic inspires me so much like how the sun inspires joy

Each one was accompanied by justification nico darling getting attached, needing to explain away his attachment. fuck. the cards get to me so much, man

He began inviting Max out, too. He called for quiet runs along the cliff roads, or tennis in the late afternoon heat. Nico was relentless and competitive even in something meant to be leisure. It was impossible for Max not to admire his dedication. how do you do this? everytime my mind wanders to your fics i just think, no way erin is that good, i just have rose tinted lenses, then i re re re read and it's like, god, erin is just that good and so much more, yknow? i really adore the cadence of this paragraph, can you tell? the way max's emotions are so subtle yet poignant here

Max was already doubled over laughing, clutching his stomach. god, i love them so much

Here, he wasn’t holding back at all. The thrill of it shot through Max’s chest. asughf

i was so tired when i opened ao3 and now my cheeks hurt from smiling. i love these dipshits so much, god, that entire swimming scene is just a powerplay from nico but also it's just play, innocent and sweet, and max's perspective is just lovely

i adore how much the first paragraph is just max following along nico, besotted even if he can't tell yet, still speaking in english.

And if absorbing Nico’s discipline meant putting the pretzels back on the shelf, then that was a small price to pay. cough, max darling, you sure that's all?

my cheeks hurt so much

Nico reached over as if to adjust Max’s collar, then didn’t quite pull back. the blocking for this specific scene is just. i could cry. it's slightly restrianed in teh way it has to be much also completely unrestrained for something that hasn't happened yet and so completely nico and just. them in a car. them in a car. love.

it felt like stepping into sunlight after standing too long in a cold shadow. i think this is one of those lines i've raved about too much, but god., you kill me with your metaphors. it's just so beautifully written

Nico was fresh growth curling over his balcony where there had only been white walls and echo before. i love how often your max compares nico to nature, and then later lewis, he is fresh air. it suits the seansons vibe so lovely, and its just… really beautiful comparison

(Couldn’t help it) god, kill me.

Rain battered the windows of Max’s new flat hard enough to make the glass tremble in its frame. thunder scene! god.

Max shifted closer without thinking, nuzzling faintly against Nico’s thigh, and Nico’s hand tightened in his hair for a brief second before resuming its slow, steady stroke. i need to distill this entire scene into moonshine and pour it into a bottle to sip from forever

(I’ve been thinking about Barcelona) oh, spain, you beaut

even the first time reading, i just love how multilayered this scene is. max, innocent and curious. nico, a little cunning. does he shut max down because he's tired of talking and wants a kiss, or is it because max is his escape, and he wants to run away from racing? can he already tell that this boy is something special, and if they talked racing, it would confirm that he's nico competitor? gah. need to drink.

aiughf nico's kisses. you write it so well i can feel it. and corners! you know how weak i am for circuits.

might need to put a pin in getting that restraining order, i like you too much

<3 @otterducks

IF NICO IS GROWTH, HE CANNAE GROW PROPERLY WITHOUT FRESH AIR 🗣️🗣️🗣️

i like to picture us as strands in a plait, wrapped up in each other, part of this larger structure, this more beautiful pattern. my limbs aren’t satisfactory, i can’t wrap enough of them around you in my physical form to show you the love you deserve when you write me love letters like this, dearest otter.

is nico using max’s apartment solely to escape the loud of his personal life? is he using max as practice to rejecting temptation, the way he knows he’ll need to this season? is his dedication that fully formed by that point? AUGHHHHH

the idea that nico is so calculating and clever and then just….. couldn’t help himself with max, either lying when he says that as harmless flattery, or telling entirely too much of himself—insane either way, right?

i know the answer. but i ain’t tellin ALL THESE OTHER FISHIES. they can read the last two chapters when they come out.

nico taking over the scene of thunder to tease him with more corners is still to this day possibly my most favorite thing i’ve ever written. dead serious. i don’t know that i can top it. i’ll think on that.

this fic is my absolute favorite that i’ve ever written, as i told @russthappen just mere minutes, hours, days, weeks ago.

go look at chapters one and two that i reblogged here just a day or two ago, you’ll see the changes are SO minor. it’s nothing at all worth fearing. no plot changes, not even dialogue changes. just some wording and sentence structure. little stuff.

when i reblog chapter 3 with the edits, if you still feel the same, i have the original version. i’ll put up both if you like. but i genuinely don’t think it will be a problem.

and you’re not going to show me??

-🦑

i took it down, baby. it’s been down for a couple weeks now. most of it is here on my blog, and i’ll send you a copy if you DM me.

i’m putting it back up once i get though re-editing the chapters. i’m slow because i keep getting distracted and working on other stuff.

i have a proposal in the F1 Big Bang this year, been happily plugging away at that project for a few weeks.

i wrote Dreams Belong to Days, a russtappen comfort fic after canada.

i wrote a carcar jealousy prompt that someone requested called Ain’t Real Cherry.

i wrote pierre and isack in montréal after i thought too hard about pierre trying to cheer isack up after the tough start to his season….. and now i want to write more after he got isack’s podium taken away……….. i walk sleepless

i’ve just been all over the place, man. it’s hard to point my mind in a single direction and say “go.” there’s been an archivist subplot in the background with uh, a hundred? individual folders. right now. i needed a way to organize the photos i keep for formula one…………………………

maybe you ask, but ship, not everyone needs a hands folder. correct. not every driver has one. not every driver has a thighs folder, either. only certain drivers require omega folders. i have folders for individual ships so that i have all of those pics in one place.

counsel…… i—

know that i swear to portray george only in the best and most beautiful ways!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!