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By Jove, he’s silly!
#eene#image#ed edd n eddy#double d#double dee#don’t remember which episode this is from sorry#edit: thanks to a very kind person in the replies ik which episodes its from now!#X Marks the Ed
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“ARE WE JUST ABOUT DONE?!”
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every ted ship i could remember but i locked in
@sophiethesoapster i want you to be here
#starkid#team starkid#hatchetfield#theodore spankoffski#ted spankoffski#executive andrew kilgore#paul matthews#charlotte sweetly#bill woodward#mark chasity#professor hidgens#proud papa ed#jenny starkid#tnoy karaxis#tinky#tinky starkid#chai coffee#tedchar#holy bastard#ted x professor hidgens#bastard box#tinky x ted#Andrew kilgore x ted#papabear#proud papa ed x ted#jennybear#jenny x ted#billted
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30 days of Harvest Moon day 23 - wedding / rhythm
these are the genders apparently i don’t make the rules (natsume and xseed rock makes the rules)
#30 days of harvest moon#my art#pssst. these were all translating the same word in japanese…#it has different ‘connotations’ when used towards a woman which is probably why natsume went with ‘babe’ for anwl#based on that ed elric meme because he and rock share very superficial similarities#rock is larry butz if he was bi and no one wanted him#sos awl#bokumono#story of seasons#harvest moon a wonderful life#harvest moon#hm awl#hm anwl#story of seasons a wonderful life#rock tumbling (sos)#harvest moon another wonderful life#rock (awl)#fanart#art#marlin (awl)#matthew (awl)#molly (awl)#nami (awl)#muffy (awl)#hmanwl#awl pony#mark (awl)#muffy x pony#nami x maya#matthew x shion
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>Watching youtube on my phone
>tumblr notification pops up
>imediately removes from the screen
>”…wait what”
#and after so many years hoping for it today marks the day Antonucci noticed my eddeddy stuff#ed edd n eddy#eene#eene fanart#ed edd n eddy fanart#eene eddy#eene double d#eddeddy#edd x eddy#eddeddy fanart
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3 - Coconut War [Fic]
First image for Chapter 3 of The Marks Left On Your Skin. This is the last Jack chapter (also the last short chapter and the last that might still count as mature depending on your definitions)
Art progress pics below the jump.
Left one is from some point this summer. Particularly happy with the hair, the buried in sand effect and my absolute favorite—the thumb...
I think this thumb is one of the best things I've ever drawn. Here's a closeup without the shadow.
#ofmd#our flag means death#ofmd fanart#ofmd fanfiction#ed x jack#young edward teach#young calico jack#Fic: The Marks Left On Your Skin#young blackbeard#edward teach#blackbeard#hornigold era#ed teach#digital art#infinite painter#ed/jack#art progress#crew for life#illustrated fanfic
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𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐮𝐦 𝟑
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬
𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐨 𝐡𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐫
𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ➜ 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
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thelunahischier New Album out now!! along with Music Videos for Aphrodite, Mamas Song & Something Bad
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edwards.73: Naming a song after yourself is such a Luna thing to do 😭
⟶ thelunahischier: STOPPP ETHAN
colecaufield: YOUR SONGS ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT
⟶ thelunahischier: magic cole 🥰
⟶ jackhughes: EVERY SONG COLE?
teddysphoto: A beautiful singer
⟶ thelunahischier: thank you ed 🩶🩶
lhughes_06: a song with my jersey number 😄
⟶ _quinnhughes: its also mine lukey
⟶ jackhughes: yet it’s probably about neither of you
⟶ thelunahischier: wellllll not reallly
trevorzegras: EVERYONE MRS LUNA APHRODITE HISCHIER
⟶ thelunahischier: Z🤭🥰
oliviaholzmacher: SUCH A PRETTY ALBUM 😭
⟶ thelunahischier: Liv 🤍🥰🥹
⟶ joeyb_9: she has been listening to it NON STOP
⟶ oliviaholzmacher: deal with it babe 😘
⟶ thelunahischier: yeah joey deal with it
dixiedamelio: something bad has some really good singers
⟶ thelunahischier: thats what i was saying, i wonder who they are 🤔
ninahischier: der sanfteste Sänger
⟶ thelunahischier: love youuuuu
_quinnhughes: tell me why mom called ME crying about mamas song
⟶ thelunahischier: really!?
⟶ _quinnhughes: yeah dad was in the back trying to calm her
mackie.samo: IF I LAY HERE
⟶ markestapa: IF I JUST LAY HERE
⟶ dylanduke25: WOULD YOU LIE WITH ME
⟶ noahwest31: AND JUST FORGET THE WORLD
jamie.drysdale: NOW RUMOR HAS IT SHE AINT GOT YOUR LOVE ANYMORE
⟶ _alexturcotte: BUT RUMOR HAS IT IM THE ONE YOURE LEAVING HER FOR
⟶ trevorzegras: BUT RUMOR HAS IT HES THE ONE IM LEAVING YOU FOR
nicodaws: you still don’t know your last name? 😉 😉
⟶ thelunahischier: nope, starts with an H thats all i know 🫣
njdevils: the username change 🫣👀
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Well, duckies, thank @deskgirl for this!
I've never written soulmate au before, so let's see how this goes!
Izzy never believed in soulmates. Or soulmarks. Or any of that crap. So why does he have a new mark on his arm...?
#ofmd#our flag means death#izzy hands#ao3#ofmd izzy#ofmd stede#soulmates au#soulmarks#izzy loves stede and thinks he hates him#ofmd edward teach#ed is not happy about this#stede x izzy#ofmd stizzy#no one is happy about this at first#stede is a mushball#looky here i got a mark on my arm let's fuck about it#they'll fall in love eventually we all know it#working towards steddyhands#everyone needs a hug#stizzy fics#ofmd ao3#ao3 kudos and comments keep me alive#ao3 kudos are my validation
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My current DBDA comics ratings:
1. Toby Litt and Mark Buckingham
2. The OG Neil Gaiman (The Sandman #25)
3. Ed Brubaker
4. Pornsak Pichetshote
Toby Litt and Neil Gaiman are close, then there’s a big gap between #2 and #3.
Ed Brubaker and Pornsak Pichetshote’s versions are pretty close in ranking. I liked that Charles and Edwin really seemed like themselves in Pornsak Pichetshote’s version, but I wasn’t a fan of the plot. Like seriously barely cared about anything but the Chedwin moments.
Meanwhile, Edwin and Charles weren’t really themselves in Ed Brubaker’s comics, but at least the plot was fun!
#neil gaiman#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#ed brubaker#toby litt#mark buckingham#pornsak pichetshote#charles rowland#edwin and charles#charles x edwin#edwin x charles#charles and edwin#charles x crystal#charles and crystal#edwin and crystal#crystal palace surname von hoverkraft#crystal palace#Crystal and Charles#edwin paine#edwin payne#payneland#paynland#paineland#painland#chedwin#dead boy detectives Netflix#the dead boy detectives#dbda comics#dbda#the sandman universe
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okay but i'm obsessed with how izzy has the raid makeup on when he goes to talk to ed in episode one and then when it cuts to the breakdown scene he's wiped it all off except for a smudge over the little x tattoo on his cheek
like he didn't want to look at it or something
#yes i'm a subscriber to the edward tattooed that x onto his cheek theory#something about him seeing that mark on his face every goddamn day and covering it up and then him having the who am i to you talk with ed#ofmd#ofmd spoilers#izzy hands#edizzy#blackhands
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hear me out, i havent stopped thinking about heartbroken ed's crew's new uniform vibes
izzy 'I'm not smearing that stuff on my face' hands vs ed 'it's not optional' teach: fight
outcome: izzy carefully applying precise eyeliner each morning using little more than the dim light of sunrise and one of the fancy trays stede left behind
#izzy hands#ofmd s2#does izzy deserve an actual mirror? of course#he's always so tidy and well put together that he probably does have a little one tucked away somewhere#but let's pretend izzy tucked away a small shiny platter while they were chucking all stede's stuff overboard#i wonder if he'd eventually start thinking of it as his and forget where it came from#or if he'd always feel like it's a part of stede#also... holding my breath for a moment in s2 where ed is cupping izzy's face in his palm with his thumb over the x#and before he pulls his hand away he wipes over izzy's eyelid and smears the perfect outline into something messy and used#something he recognizes. something that's comfortable#how long until izzy would wash his face clean and redo the mandatory mask the way he likes - sharp edges and clean lines#or would he keep it just as ed had left it... a sign that the moment was real#yet another way to show that he's blackbeard's#after all he already wears the x so what's one more mark of his loyalty? his obedience?#this is not where i thought i was going with this but you know what. i stand by it#just a little post
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hank mccoy in the avengers: no surrender (mark waid, jim zub, al ewing/pepe larraz, 2018) + extermination #2-3 (ed brisson/pepe larraz, 2018)
#hank mccoy#beast#the avengers#extermination#pepe larraz#marte gracia#david curiel#mark waid#al ewing#jim zub#ed brisson#illustrations#x men
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The legend...
HAS RETURNED!!!
Yes, Weird Al Yankovic just dropped a new Polka medley just recently, and with it's own music video as well:
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The songs included in this medley are:
Bad Guy - Billie Ellish
Hello - Adele
Flowers - Miley Cyrus
We Don't Talk About Bruno (Encanto)
Vampire - Olivia Rodrigo
Old Town Road - Lil Nas X
Despacito - Luis Fonsi ft. Daddy Yankee
Shape of You - Ed Sheeran
Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars
WAP - Cardi B. ft. Megan Thee Stallion (I actually can't believe he got away with this one)
Thank U, Next - Ariana Grande
Shake It Off - Taylor Swift
I do hope this means Al is planning on releasing a 15th album in the future!
#weird al yankovic#weird al#polka#polkamania!#billie eilish#adele#miley cyrus#we don't talk about bruno#encanto#disney#olivia rodrigo#lil nas x#luis fonsi#ed sheeran#mark ronson#bruno mars#cardi b#megan thee stallion#ariana grande#taylor swift#polka party!#polka your eyes out#polka power!#polkarama!#now that's what I call polka#Youtube
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Best of 2022 TV Shows #1: The Orville: New Horizons (Hulu)
For Seth Macfarlane his little show that could somehow managed to do the unthinkable.
Be the best show of the year.
All it took was a new network partner, upgrades in effects, story and quality to bring us some very compelling sci-fi.
With the timeline reset the Orville crew pick up the pieces and strained relationships in the process.
While not showing it, hurting most is the Kaylon Issac having burned all his bridges with the crew including newbie Charly who directly lost someone based on the attack.
But what this actually does is gives a real reason to root for the unthinkable.
Like Issac and Claire going the distance.
A peace summit between the Union and Krill that unfortunately dove into real world issues resulting in a coup.
Bortus going through the wringer of fatherhood with Topa and identity issues with his race and mate.
Kelly with mentoring an asylum seeker in the ways of the galaxy.
Lamar seeking advancement in command and love with his and Tallas unexpected connection.
Even Gordon who is given TVs single best episode this year as he unexpectedly makes a life for himself in 2025 Pasadena.
Pure wonder is brought within these 10 episodes.
11 if you count the Audible novella.
But if this is the last time we get to see the crew, we might as well take Gordon Malloys advice from his James Taylor Cover.
“Since we’re on our way down, might as Well Enjoy the ride.”
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Oh, we enjoyed it Seth we certainly did.
SUM 22: Hulu gives New Horizons to the Crew of the Orville and delivers this years best show for it.
#the orville#orville new horizons#the orville season 3#orville spoilers#seth macfarlane#ed mercer#Adrienne pelecki#kelly grayson#planetary union#Scott grimes#gordon malloy#egg sandwich#j lee#John Lamar#mark jackson#Isaac Orville#kaylon#issac x Claire#penny johnson jerald#Claire Finn#best of 2022#tv shows#1#best of 2022 tv shows#best tv of 2022#Peter macron#bortus#topa#moclans#dolly parton
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6—Calypso's Birthday [Fic]
Just posted the second-to-last chapter of The Marks Left On Your Skin.
[Sketchy WIP and alternative version after the jump]
Just a regular WIP step this time, but it also gives a better view of the leg tattoos:
I did make version with the half up hair for continuity's sake (see second illustration), but felt it made everything feel unbalanced... also went back and forth on the shadow intensity.
#ofmd#our flag means fanart#blackbonnet#gentlebeard#permanent ink#edward teach#ofmd season 2#stede bonnet#ofmd fanfic#ofmd fanart#ofmd s2#ed teach#Fic: The Marks Left On Your Skin#blackbeard#ofmd sO2e06#ofmd fanfiction#our flag means death#ed x stede
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playing favourites- o.piastri
summary: your first season as an f1 driver doesn't start the best, and you quickly realise McLaren doesn't like women very much. On top of that, your race engineer is as smug as the rest of them, and you have to deal with him all the time.
pairing: race engineer! oscar piastri x f1driver! fem! reader
warnings: lots of misogyny, lando is an asshole in this, illusions to ed behaviour, reader is not in a good head space, all of mclaren is super sexist.
pls remember this is fiction and purely for fun!
part one | part two | part three | part four | part five
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It wasn’t exactly your plan to have a DNF on your first race but, thus the joys of a backmarker team. Zak had promised you, sworn even, that McLaren would be up there, fighting with Ferrari and RedBull. He’d told you that leaving RedBull would be worth it. Now, you were getting beaten by a fucking VCarb, the seat you could’ve had. You stalked over to Oscar once you got out of the car.
“Care to fucking explain?” you scoffed. He looked at you, unimpressed.
“It was an error with the steering wheel,” he shrugged. “Nothing you, or I, could’ve done.”
You sighed. “Of course not. Nothing anyone could’ve done, do you think the media will take that? Do you think this won’t mark my fucking career?! Oscar I need you to understand-”
“Stop shouting at him, it wasn’t his fault,” Zak demanded.
“Exactly, it’s yours. Make your car drivable,” you said before walking away.
It was your reputation on the line, your career, your life. You’d worked to be in Formula One your entire life, you were the first woman in years. You didn’t have the option of ‘just having a bad race’. You had to impress every single time, or else you’d be ridiculed. You knew what you’d see online tonight. You knew what people would say. You knew what questions you’d get from reporters. You knew it all. You’d done the song and dance a million times before, and you weren’t interested in doing it again.
“SO, WHAT HAPPENED?” “YOUR FANS ARE DEMANDING ANSWERS?” “WAS THIS AN ACTUAL FAILURE OF THE CAR, OR JUST THE DRIVER?” “WHAT DID YOU SAY TO YOUR RACE ENGINEER AFTER?” “DO YOU TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR RACE?” “WHAT DO YOU SAY ABOUT PEOPLE’S OPINIONS ON YOUR DRIVING AFTER TODAY?” “SHOULD YOU HAVE STAYED AT REDBULL?”
“ARE YOU EVEN A GOOD DRIVER?”
Walking out of the media pen, you had your head hung low and a blank expression. Every single reporter wanted to talk to you. Every question was more and more degrading, and you just felt empty by the end of it. Megan, your press officer, left you in the hallway of the motorhome and you leant against it and sighed.
You couldn’t keep doing this.
In recent months you’d been questioning whether or not any of this was worth it. Every single weekend of your career had been a step towards gender equality, you were the poster-girl for being a good driver, but it was always just not enough. You’d left RedBull because of it. You realised they’d never give you a seat and just continue to use you as a diversity hire. It hurt though, that had been your home for years. You’d always been a RedBull driver, since you were in karting. The whole lead up to your first race was months and months of questions, everyone wondering if you could finally show everyone that women deserved seats in F1.
And you’d just fucked it up.
You hadn’t even noticed that you’d started crying until you felt them on your cheeks. You quickly wiped them away, but it wasn’t quick enough to fool Oscar. He frowned as he looked at you, walking towards you. You rolled your eyes. “Don’t fucking pity me,” you scoffed. “Come on, we have to debrief,” you said, walking into the boardroom.
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“Oscar, when am I pitting?” you shouted, hoping he would finally fucking answer you.
“I’m not sure yet, give me a moment Y/n-”
“Y’know it’s really fucking impressive how we finally get in the points and now I’m getting fucking undercut because you’re not fucking ready Oscar, this is ridiculous!” you shouted.
“Pitting next lap,” he said, neutral. It pissed you off how level-headed he was.
“Fuck off,” you muttered. You pitted next lap. You finished the race in P11.
Shit.
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“Fuck!” you shouted at Oscar, getting out of the car. “This is such fucking bullshit.”
“Y/n-” he started.
“Just fuck off,’ you sighed, pushing his hand off your arm. “That would’ve been our best finish! P5?! And then Lando turns into me?!”
He nodded. “Calm down,” he soothed. Your mood turned.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” you ripped your arm back.
Lando DNFed. You DNFed. Shit.
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P15, another failure. At least you’d gotten higher than Lando, stuck down in P17. 5 races in and 0 points between the two of you? Fucking hell. You’d never scored so badly in your life. You walked over to the barrier, finding Oscar standing there.
“Sorry,” you sighed. “We’re so fucking slow.”
He nodded. “We’ll keep working.”
You nodded, but you felt that same nausea twisting your gut.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, somehow sensing it all. You shook your head.
He stared at you a second longer, then took your answer, despite the way he sensed your lie.
You two didn’t get along. He understood that. It didn’t mean he wasn’t aware of your insane diet and work out regimen. He was completely aware of the way you blame yourself despite the car being the only issue. He watched you work yourself to the bone. He almost wished you would be a bit more arrogant, like Lando, he wished it fell off your shoulders as easily as it did his.
He couldn’t stand the media. The narrative they were pushing about you was ridiculous. You’d won every junior series, you’d waited your turn in RedBull, only to get kicked to the curb, you were good enough, but something told him you were starting to believe otherwise.
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“So what’s the issue?” Zak sighed, pacing the garage, starting one of his famous pep talks.
“Y/n,” a voice from the back muttered and everyone's heads snapped to you. It had been one of the mechanics who had preferred Carlos, but you just shrugged. A few chuckles were heard, one of them coming from Lando himself, and you just continued what you were doing, staring off into space.
“It’s the car we built,” Zak answered his own question, trying to do damage control.
“She’s not exactly Hamilton,” Lando said, a little bit too loud, as he joked with his engineer.
“She’s consistently placed in front of you in the same car,” Oscar pointed out, his voice neutral. “The only reason she DNFed in Saudi Arabia was because you turned into her. Also, you haven’t gotten any points.”
“What are you, her boyfriend?” He chuckled, making the garage laugh. You rolled your eyes, getting up and walking off. “Is she fucking PMSing?”
Oscar’s blood boiled at the way his co-workers laughed at that, at you. You didn’t deserve this shit from Lando, from anyone. Oscar went after you. He stopped right outside your driver’s room.
“I don’t know what to do.
He heard your voice, thick with emotion.
“You’re not working hard enough, look at Lando. You have to pay your dues here, it’s how McLaren works. Go for a run and clear your head.”
“I’m exhausted-”
“I’m not asking.”
He stepped back, letting the door swing open. You stared back at him with wide eyes. “Run?” he offered.
“She should go on her own-”
“Yeah, sure,” you shrugged.
You didn’t like Oscar, but it was better than going alone.
“What’s Richards’s problem?” he asked as you two ran the streets of Miami in the pitch black of the night. Richard was your trainer.
“He’s just a bit of a pushover,” you shrugged. “He’s making me better.”
“He’s making you train more, relax less, and eat less,” Oscar pointed out. “Is that better?”
“So you’re a health expert now?” you scoffed. “The gaul of you, to always assume that you know better than someone just because you can. It is fucking insane how much of an ego everyone here has.”
“Maybe you should get one,” he scoffed.
“An ego? No thanks.”
“No, a backbone,” Oscar said. “You can’t let Lando walk all over you, he’s without.”
“Without what?”
He shrugged. “You know what I mean.”
“I don’t,” you continued. “Explain.”
Oscar smirked. “Talent.”
You rolled your eyes. “You’re so strange.”
And off you went, running again.
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P4, finally a good result, finally a result worth all the struggle, all the shit, everything.
But no one was at the barricade. None of your mechanics, no Zak, no one. Not even Oscar. You looked like a fucking idiot. Lando had DNFed. They were busy with him. McLaren was such a fucking boys club, and you didn’t fit in. You shook your head as you searched the barricade, not one familiar face to be had. Bullshit.
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You walked back into the motorhome after all of your media duties, and you scoffed when they let out a half-hearted cheer. No celebration for you, only sympathy for Lanod, who crashed because of his own reckless driving, Lando who was totally fine, Lando. You pretended it didn’t hurt. You’d been congratulated by everyone else, every other driver, especially Danny, Liam, Yuki, Max, and Checo. They all gave you the biggest hug, told you how well you were doing, and celebrated you. You wished you’d just stayed as their reserve driver. Maybe then you’d be something to someone.
You stumbled into your driver’s room and found a note on your table, beside it, your favourite chocolate bar.
Congratulations on your result, you deserve to be celebrated, but Lando sucks so we had to pretend that you aren’t incredible. I thought you’d enjoy something sweet, sorry we had to be the ones to leave the bitter taste in your mouth.
Osc.
You stared down at it for a moment. Oscar knew your favourite chocolate bar. Oscar explained himself and apologised. Oscar was there for you, even if it was just in spirit. Oscar wanted to celebrate you. He wished he didn’t have to leave you alone, standing in Parc Fermé with no one to congratulate you.
“Fuck you,” you said, to no one in particular. You were alone, as always. You crumbled up the note and threw it into the bin.
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When Oscar looked at his desk in MTC the next morning and found the same chocolate bar he’d spent 3 hours searching for, he frowned. McLaren was ruining you slowly. Your mental health was falling further and further away from ‘alright’, and he seemed to be the only one to notice it. He saw you out of the corner of his eye. “Y/n,” he called. “Come here.”
You rolled your eyes, walking over to him. “What?”
“I don’t like these,” he shrugged. “You should take it, I’m sorry-”
“I don’t like them either,” you shrugged. “Go give it to Lando, since you’re his bitch now too.”
“I-”
“I don’t fucking care about where your loyalty lies, Oscar, but don’t play both sides. You picked one in Imola, so stick with it,” you seethed, hitting the bar out of his hand.
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