*the Marauders Planing Their Next Prank*

Remus : there's no thing such as a stupid question...

Sirius : what's orange juice made of?

Remus : *mentally facepalms* I take back what I said

"you came" "I never left"

Nobody talks about the absolute GORILLA GRIP effect that F1 has on new fans discovering the motorsport?? Like,, you dip a toe into the lore and suddenly you’re being power vacuumed in. Suddenly you’re neck-deep in a 10k essay on the tragedy that was Brocedes. What do you mean they were best friends-turned-rivals. Is this fanfiction,,?? Why am i suddenly invested in the dubious relationship between a frenchman and a japanese man?? What do you mean Shumacher took care of Vettel and now Vettel is taking care of Schumacher?? What do you mean this motorsport is actually about family and love and tragedy and grief and loss and friendship and everything in between???

I used to be really against marking up books and would clutch at my pearls anytime a book was damaged in anyway but now I see it as another way to express love. Water stains on the cover means you carried your favorite book through the rain because you wanted to keep reading on the go. Writing in the margins is participating in the conversation with the author. Leaving bookmarks and receipts in between the pages is like freezing traces of your own life in time.

A well worn book is a well loved one.

*Remus and Sirius in the kitchen*

Sirius : *struggling to get a plate from the top shelf*

Remus, amused : need me to get it for you, love?

Sirius : *gasp* HOW DARE YOU INSULT ME LIKE THAT !!

Remus : *laughs* ... okay then

«moments later...»

Sirius : *defeated sigh* help me please? *crosses his arms and looks away*

*a moment of hesitation* ✨brothers✨ of the right entrance

Pre Race Ritual via Shell

Barty : did it hurt? *smiles softly*

Evan, sighing : let me guess.. when I fell from heaven?

Barty : no *smirks smugly* did it hurt when you fell for me ?

Evan, chuckling : dear Salazar this is even worse

Barty : *winks and laughs*

I need y'all to know that I discovered the secret to happiness is just writing the extremely cringe fic you want to read so bad yourself. It doesn't matter if you're a good writer or not or how ridiculous or crack your idea is- if it makes you happy, just write that F1 RPF fic where a world champion title winner is a cat shapeshifter and his team principal basically adopts him as a son and also barn cat for the winter. Who gives a shit- this is for me and me alone, and y'all will just get it fed to you like I am the old man on the park bench with cat!Max Verstappen flavored bird seed and y'all are my pigeons- I don't give a fuck anymore, I'm truly free <3

Oscar, shivering : it's a bit cold here

Lando : here, love, take my jacket

****

Charles, shivering : it's a bit chilly here, non?

Max : well I can't change the weather, can I?

*stands on soap box* oscar piastri is sexy actually! he is very dedicated and focused and talented! just because he was quiet in his first year thrown into the insane media circus and with two big personalities (lando and zak, not to mention the other 19 drivers + team dynamics on the grid) doesn't mean he doesn't have a personality! he is tactical and smart actually! he has that cool composure that mclaren really needs right now! he has the insane juniors track record! he said "fuck it" to $4mn of Alpine investment and advocated for himself to have the best possible f1 drive! he gets this look in his eyes when he's determined that is extremely compelling! he drives like a capybara with a toothache and the only antidote is him winning! his eyebrows are cute when he does that frowny thing! his story is in the making and he is writing it right now and we have the privilege of watching! *alarms sound* *is dragged offstage*