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In a sport that credits and even praises Jos Verstappen for the discipline and talent of Max, be like Anthony Hamilton, Marco Antonelli, David Bearman and Adam Norris.

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McLaren F1 / Arrow McLaren IndyCar

Shanghai GP 2025 / Thermal Club GP 2025

Oscar Piastri - Lando Norris / Pato O'Ward - Christian Lundgaard

Our Papaya boys doing what they know best.

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uhh, China GP recap???

- Fernando DNF?? All because of brakes??

- “We can survive” yes Charles we can survive

- “I’ve been hit by someone” right and the one who hit you was Charles, Lewis

- “well I want to” Yuki Tsunoda you sassy diva

- Alex affirmations 😭 “I am good. I am better than everyone, let’s relax, I’m very comfortable.”

- “Maybe try using one without kerb” “Nope.” CHARLESSS 😭

- Ollie saying “ciao” everytime he passes someone (what a diva)

- ANYWAYS OSCAR WON! The 1/16th heritage is not a joke

- Another McLaren 1-2!! GEORGE ON THIRD AGAIN!?!?

- And then THIS happened

(Tifosi nation how are we)

- But Carlos now gets points?!?!

IN CONCLUSION

I have no words 😭

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describing the drivers’ eyes poetically.

the other day i saw a picture of lando’s eye and i described it and people loved it and some people asked for more and i had no eye photos so i couldn’t BUT ALAS f1 has come to the rescue and posted all their eyes! (starting to think f1 admin is on tumblr) here we go this has been done over the course of a few days so i hope you enjoy x

carlos sainz

a tempest of amber and chestnut swirls within the iris, a molten galaxy reflecting hidden depths. encased in the inky embrace of dark lashes, it glows with an almost unearthly luminance, catching the glint of electric blue - a whispered secret of the night. each blood-kissed vein upon the sclera tells a story, a silent sonnet of wakeful dreams. and above, the bold arch of an untamed brow stands like a sentinel, guarding this portal to the soul.

alex albon

a quiet fire lingers within this gaze, where the warmth of ember-red meets the cool hush of midnight blue. light bends and shatters upon the glassy surface, painting stories of neon reflections and whispered city dreams. the iris, deep and knowing, holds secrets wrapped in flickers of electric glow, a window to both wonder and melancholy. framed by the soft curve of a furrowed brow, it watches the world with quiet intensity-half in shadow, half in light, ever caught between reality and reverie.

lance stroll

a smouldering ember of amber and oak, this eye holds the quiet weight of unsung tales. hints of emerald light flicker within its depths, casting an eerie glow, as though the world itself is reflected in its silent vigil. encased by a bold, untamed brow and fringed with dark lashes, it watches with an unyielding curiosity. lines of experience crease the skin below, whispering of time’s gentle passage, each mark a testament to moments lived and remembered.

yuki tsunoda

a midnight pool, deep and endless, glistening with the hush of secrets untold. reflections dance upon its obsidian surface, moonlit whispers woven in liquid gold. a sentinel framed by silken lashes, watching worlds both near and far, shadowed by the hush of twilight, a lone and silent guiding star.

isack hadjar

this eye is a dark mirror, deep and reflective, holding the quiet weight of unspoken thoughts. its inky depths seem almost endless, absorbing the soft glow of distant lights like a midnight sea catching fleeting stars. encased by delicate lashes, it watches with an intensity that feels both knowing and mysterious, a silent observer in the hush of blue-lit twilight. the smooth curve of the brow above stands like a guardian, shaping the gaze with quiet strength. there is something haunting in its stillness, as if it carries the echoes of a story waiting to be told.

george russell

this eye is a frozen galaxy, its iris a swirl of blue and green, fractured by the reflection of distant light. there is an electricity in its gaze, a quiet intensity that seems to pierce through the veil of the present, searching for something beyond sight. the intricate web of lashes, dark against the cool glow of the skin, frames it like the delicate edges of frost on winter glass. each subtle detail-the fine lines, the sharp glint of the pupil-whispers of depth, of curiosity, of a story written in fleeting glances and unsaid words. it is an eye that sees not just the world, but the unseen spaces in between.

jack doohan

this eye is a universe unto itself, a stormy sea of blue laced with intricate, ice-like fractures that radiate from the dark abyss of its pupil—a black hole pulling in secrets and light alike. swirling within its depths are echoes of distant galaxies, constellations trapped beneath the delicate shimmer of its surface. framed by bold lashes and a shadowed brow, it exudes an intensity that feels almost otherworldly, as if gazing through it might reveal hidden realms beyond human sight. the neon glow of purple light kisses the skin, adding to the cosmic allure, turning this eye into a portal-a celestial mystery waiting to be explored.

gabriel bortoletto

this eye is a cosmic rift, a swirling nebula of deep green and shadow, as if the essence of an untamed forest or an alien world has been captured within its depths. the iris shimmers with hidden dimensions, fragments of light bending and refracting like the glow of distant stars caught in the event horizon of its dark pupil. evey reflection dances across its surface like signals from an unknown galaxy, an unspoken message waiting to be deciphered. framed by a bold brow and lashes that cast delicate shadows, it radiates an enigmatic intensity, made all the more ethereal by the neon green light that bathes the skin. it feels less like an eye and more like a portal-an invitation to step beyond the ordinary and into the vast unknown.

max verstappen

this eye is a cosmic storm, a swirling fusion of cool blues and burning reds, as if the birth of a star has been captured within its gaze. the iris, a fractured ice field, reflects the universe in miniature, with distant neon lights shimmering like celestial bodies caught in its gravitational pull. shadows and highlights dance across the surface, shifting like the aurora borealis on an endless night. encased by a bold brow and delicate lashes, it holds an intensity that feels both electric and infinite, as though staring into it might reveal the fabric of time itself. bathed in the glow of violet and crimson, it is less an eye and more a gateway-an uncharted galaxy waiting to be explored.

oscar piastri

a deep ember glows within this eye, rich with hues of molten bronze and flickering gold, as if harbouring the last light of a setting sun. encircled by dark lashes, delicate yet resolute, it gazes with quiet intensity, a window to unseen depths of thought and feeling. the brow, bold and well-defined, arches above like the crest of a distant hill, framing the eye with quiet strength. there is warmth in the skin, kissed by firelight, lending a softness that contrasts with the unwavering sharpness of the gaze. it is an eye that speaks-of secrets kept, of dreams half-formed, of stories yet untold.

lando norris (again)

a tempest stirs within this eye, where stormy blues and silvery greys collide like waves beneath a moonlit sky. threads of gold flicker at its heart, tiny sunbursts in an ocean of shifting light. the dark lashes, long and feathered, cast fleeting shadows, framing the gaze with an air of quiet mystery. above, the bold arch of the brow speaks of intensity, of thoughts that run deep and untamed. thre is a coolness here, a glacial beauty softened by the warm glow that kisses the skin, as if fire and ice have met in perfect harmony. this is an eye that sees beyond-an eye that knows.

esteban ocon

drenched in the glow of neon light, this eye is a portal to a world caught between shadow and illusion. deep and enigmatic, its inky darkness reflects the fractured gleam of artificial brilliance, as if it holds the city’s restless pulse within its depths. the lashes, slightly weary, frame the gaze with an almost haunted allure, while the bold arch of the brow stands as a sentinel of unspoken thoughts. crimson and electric blue spill across the skin, painting it with the hues of twilight reveries and sleepless nights. this is the eye of a wanderer, a dreamer, a soul lingering at the edge of the unknown.

liam lawson

a storm of colour brews within this eye, where twilight meets the embers of a fading sun. shades of indigo and crimson dance upon the delicate skin, as though kissed by neon dreams and whispered secrets of the night. the iris, a portal to untold stories, reflects the glow of distant worlds, flickering like a candle in the grasp of a gentle wind. beneath the weight of a furrowed brow, it watches-silent yet knowing-drinking in the light, absorbing the mystery of all it beholds.

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it should be illegal for the weekends to last literally two seconds like what the fuck

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Goodluck Pikachu

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Heartbreak Without Saying "She Was Heartbroken"

You don’t need to say “She was heartbroken.” Show me the way she stares at her phone, rereading the last message but never typing back. The way she walks past his favorite coffee shop and doesn’t even glance inside. The way she reaches for his hand in a dream and wakes up with empty fingers.

Heartbreak isn’t loud. It’s quiet. It’s the untouched dinner. The playlist she skips. The way she says “I’m happy for you” and smiles like it doesn’t hurt.

Make your readers feel the ache between the lines.

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How to write a character that's bad at kissing...

clumsy, messy, sloppy

uncoordinated

easily overwhelmed

unable to keep up or stay on pace with the other person

attempting to copy the other person but failing

shoving their tongue into the other persons mouth

not connecting their lips properly and accidentally clicking their teeth with the other persons

accidentally biting the other person

being too rough or too soft

doesn't know where to put their hands

awkward, stiff, unsure

forgets to breathe

too much spit

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Is Your Villain Dry? Internal Conflict is Needed!

@thewriteadviceforwriters

Villains aren’t evil just for chaos. there’s a whole world of internal battles waging behind that hardened façade. Dive deep into your villain’s psyche to reveal:

A haunting past or a pivotal mistake that shadows their every move 😌

A remnant of empathy or humanity that makes them tragically relatable

Subvert expectations:

Avoid the cliché "pure evil" stereotype by exploring the layers of regret, loss, or even doubtful remorse.

Show that they might be wrestling with an internal conflict over choices made in the name of a twisted sense of justice.

Use narrative techniques:

Experiment with fragmented internal monologues instead of well-structured soliloquies.

Incorporate flashbacks or unreliable narration to mirror the fragmented state of their troubled mind.

Infuse subtle moments of vulnerability:

Craft scenes where your villain, in solitude (maybe under a starlit sky 🌟), reflects on their regrets and fears.

Use these quiet moments to hint at the underlying emotional turmoil, avoiding over-dramatization.

Leverage relationships as catalysts:

Introduce secondary characters—like a long-lost friend or a mentor—who evoke memories of who they once were.

Let these interactions expose the conflict between the villain’s desire for power and the remnants of their former, more innocent self.

Remember:

The key to authentic internal conflict is subtlety. Let these emotions simmer beneath the surface, influencing every decision without overtly stating them.

Experiment relentlessly—let your villain’s inner struggle fuel the narrative and add depth to their character arc.

Let your villain be the dark heart of your story, pulsing with all the ambiguities of a lost soul caught between redemption and damnation. Happy writing, and keep weaving that intricate magic! 😊 - Rin T.

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At the risk of sounding anti-intellectual, I think that college should be free and also not a requirement for employment outside of highly specialized career fields

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Questions to Ask Yourself About Your Character

What is their relationship with their parents?

What is their favorite meal?

How do they identify?

What's their style?

Are they proud of themselves?

Are they patient or impatient?

Do they have siblings, and what's their relationship with them?

What are their standards?

Have they ever been in love?

When was the last time they felt loved?

Have they gotten their heart broken?

Do they know who they are?

What are their preferences?

What do they want?

What are their goals?

What would they do if they failed?

What would they save in a fire?

What's one childhood item they still love?

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"READ MY DNI" no. use your block button like an adult. i'm not scrolling through the many-paragraphs-long pinned posts of every blog i reblog something from. if you insist certain types of people aren't welcome in the notes of your posts then it's your responsibility to curate that. or choose a closed social media platform like facebook or instagram. or go and live in a barn away from humanity if you really don't like sharing the world with people who are different from you

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Angsty & Tense Dialogues

"Why did you come back?" "Because I never stopped loving you, that's why."

"Do you even remember why we broke up?" "Every damn day."

"I hate that you still know exactly how to hurt me." "And I hate that you still expect me to."

"If I say I regret everything, does that change anything?" "...No." "Then I won't say it."

"You look... different." "Yeah, heartbreak does that to a person."