The year is 4670, civilization is long gone on Earth, millions of light years away aliens finally receive the last audio message broadcasted from our species: It’s Max Verstappen complaining about his shifts.
Download my fics & store them in a folder like you’re hoarding for the apocalypse. Print my fics & show your coworkers in the break room. Read my fics out loud for your YT channel. Bind my fics into a pretty book for your personal library. As long as someone’s reading I’m happy💜
Alright lads, i'm making a google drive of my fics (mainly bottom max verstappen/ hurt comfort max)
https://t.co/a9nP0Fw7z4
right now it only has the champion series
(brocedes/max, seb/max) but when i get it to it it will have my other works too)
Day 1 without ao3.
It's cold, and I can't stop the children from crying. They don't know when father will return. I don't have the heart to tell them that it will be weeks. A month even. I've tried making a fire countless times, but it won't take.
Tomorrow will be better.