but first, tea.

Hey, I wanted to come here and talk about something that has been on my mind for the past few months.

Before I start, I feel like I should mention that I have been writing and posting my writings for the past 6 years, three of which on this account. If we are talking numbers, I have the most followers I have ever had and if you are one of them I want to thank you. I'm really grateful that my posts can reach so many people and I really appreciate every single interaction with you.

That said, I’ve been feeling a little disconnected on this platform lately. Sometimes it feels like I’m posting into a void, like it didn't matter if I post something or hide it in my drawer. I feel like it's a one way thing, These days I rarely ever get comments but usually followers don't interact with me (aside from likes). I feel like I'm not interacting with my readers.

These thoughts that have been in my mind for quite some time now and they demotivate me causing me to post less and less. I get impostor syndrome anytime I post.

I also wanted to thank few people I have shared my concerns with: @vetteltea, @a-distantdreamer and especially @uglyducklingofthe2000s. Thank you for letting me express my concerns and thank you for your words.

And to my readers, if you are still reading this don't hesitate to reach out and dm me, even something small or stupid could make my day.

Thank you for reading this post and whatever I have ever posted.

Maybe we’ll meet again somewhere along the way.

-Sophie ♡

rbr 2025 line-up according to fernando alonso:

sometimes I am distracted by Daniel’s devout levels of babygirl-ism and forget he’s actually a slut with a thigh tattoo

You will not use AI to get ideas for your story. You will lie on the floor and have wretched visions like god intended

you will talk to your friend and come up with multiple 'would that be fucked up or what' scenarios and build on the idea until asking 'hey should i write this'

POV Me and @a-distantdreamer every 2 days

✧⋄⋆ 𝐑𝐌 𝟏𝟏𝟔 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐋𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐜 ⋆⋄✧

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summary: The last thing you were expecting when you opened up the door to your motel room was a beautiful stranger. Was Charles perfect timing? Or simply a distraction from the weight of the engagement ring lurking in the pocket of your jeans.

Warnings: cheating, angst, build up to smut but no smut - sexy nonetheless.

Word count: 6.7k

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The rain pattered against your windshield, the flickering warm light from the broken vacancy sign bouncing off of the droplets - your hands gripping the steering wheel as the engine purred softly, as you tried to decide your next move. It wouldn’t be long before someone, everyone, started looking for you, but you simply couldn’t drive any longer. So when you saw the sign Heartbreak Motel in the distance, it couldn’t have come at a better time.

I’ve just reread this for the 100th time, I love LOVE it so much.

AAAAAAA.

GO READ. HAVE SOME CHARLES ANGST 🫶🏻

in both case scenarios:

This one is on me, I should have seen this one coming

Get out of my head

anyone else sobbing at the thought of daniel standing in his empty garage in the early hours of the morning in Singapore, staring at the number three and his surname printed on the garage floor in the darkness, facing the fact it was likely the last time he’d ever see it. and he decides to snap a photo of it, to savour the moment because he knows it’ll be gone so soon.

nope? just me? 😭💔

I’ve just stopped crying ffs