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hello cry with me

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what would we think about an f1rpf race challenge like

roll two 20-sided dice 🎲

watch the race (and the grid positions that match your rolls) 👀

the drivers who place as your numbers are your ship 💋

write a 5 sentence fic, draw a doodle, link a song, etc ✨

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Reblog and put in the tags what’s the stupidest injury you’ve ever had

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It appeared to the world as if Lewis had moved on and Nico was the one to stay behind. In reality, Nico was the one to move on, Lewis the one to stay there, back in 2016.

Sure, Nico mentioned Lewis all the time and often came off as a desperate man, but he was the one who healed. The one who remembered the friendship rather than the fallout. The ones who wound had healed, leaving behind a scar but those fade with time. This one certainly will too.

Lewis was the one still there in Barcelona 2016. It was evident in the way his throat closed up and his eyes started to water at the slightest mention of the German's name. His wound was still the one bleeding and lewis feared the day when he would have no more blood left to spill and his carefree facade would fall.

Nico had moved on and Lewis was still there, waiting for closure that never came. In this essay I will-

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Daniel: Fun fact: you can't lick your own tongue.

Max: But I can lick yours.

Daniel:

Everyone else at the debrief:

Max: Did I just say it out loud?

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"lewis is passionate about human rights" awesome hobby, man, but fia president doesn't think so, so maybe try knitting instead?

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attempt in writing angst from these promts number two.

sebchal, 8

"are you hurt?"

charles gets out of the medical department with an exhausted sigh. his neck hurts and the dizziness is killing him. he tries to smile at everyone who's asking how he feels and tells them he's okay, but his pace speeds up in an attempt to be finally left alone.

but as soon as he opens the door to his driver's room, he sees seb is sitting on the couch. it's rather difficult to control emotions when you feel like shit, so charles rolls his eyes without even realizing it at first.

"are you hurt?" seb asks standing up.

"i'm fine," charles answers irritated.

"that's not really an answer to my question, mäuschen," sebastian frowns and comes closer.

"i'm not hurt. happy now?" charles snaps.

"well, i am happy you feel just fine to be a little shit to me, but i don't really understand what i've done to earn it," seb's voice is calm but it usually means no good, because when vettel is not making silly jokes, something is clearly very wrong.

"i'm just not in the mood to discuss anything related to today" charles regrets that seb has come to him now, because he will feel guilty eventually and it's not the feeling he would like to add to his today's list.

"well, i'm terribly sorry that i wanted to be a good boyfriend and check on you after the crash," seb says crossing his arms on his chest, "i won't bother your highness with my stupid caring anymore."

and that's how charles knows he pushed his attitude too far with seb. but he doesn't have any energy to fix it right now. he just watches seb go and only when vettel is half way through the door, he says, "congratulation with the podium."

"thanks, much appreciated," seb answers and closes the door behind.

charles will fix it, just not now. now he is tired.

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so since i haven't written anything for a while now and recently i've found these angst prompts, i've decided to try to write something angsty and randomly chose all my favourite pairings and numbers from 1 to 30.

I'm very bad at writing angst but as they say new year, new me(ntal problems)

so here's my 1st attempt: lewis/franco, prompt 16

"i didn't mean that"

franco knows he talks a lot. he's chatty and often he doesn't think twice before he says something stupid. especially when he speaks english. he just doesn't feel this kind of emotional attachment to this language to always be aware of what he's saying. lewis once said that this is highly amusing how no pr-trainings help him to keep his intrusive thoughts to himself.

now lewis is far from being amused, though.

"i didn't mean that," franco says immediately as he processes what he's just said.

"didn't you?" lewis asks with a smile that he always puts on when he's hurt.

"i... i, lewis, i'm sorry, i said it without thinking," franco tries his best to sound as guilty as he feels. he tries to come closer, but lewis takes a step back.

"you do that often, you know? say something without thinking, i mean," lewis grins and takes one more step back.

"lewis, i'm so sorry, really, i just, i didn't mean to say that, i didn't mean it, i swear." franco can feel tears in his eyes he knows he's just crossed the line. lewis gave him a pass for many stupid things he said or did, but this one is different. franco just needed to keep his big fucking mouth shut.

"you know what, franco? i think you sometimes forget that there are things you shouldn't say out loud, and when you do, you think that you can get away with it because you're charming and pretty. not with me, though. i usually let it go because i know it's just how you are and i love you for that, but there are some limits to that. and you've just pushed over them." lewis turns and leaves the room, quietly closing the door behind.

franco just stays there feeling the tears running down his face. he should have known better than to say things like that in the middle of the argument with lewis.

they were fighting about racing and how lewis in franco's opinion was trying to humble him for his behavior on the track last sunday when they had a fight and franco overtook him.

franco should have known better than to say, "i'm not nico, you cannot force me out of f1 by playing your mind games."

he should have. but he knows he talks a lot. and sometimes he wishes he couldn't talk at all.

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thanks for ruining my life i guess🥲

galex 29 pleaseeeeeeeee :)))

i feel the need to apologise, even though these are angst prompts... sorry for this one though <3 from this angst prompt list

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

George looks up at Alex, his outline blurred from the tears. The expression on Alex’s face is unreadable, and George can only cry quietly while he waits for Alex to respond. There’s a long silence. He’s almost convinced Alex will just leave when he finally opens his mouth. 

“Why did you never say?” 

George gives a miserable shrug, and sniffs. He wipes at his nose with the back of his sleeve, not caring about how gross it is right now. 

“I just figured you’d never feel the same. Didn’t want to make things awkward.” It’s a surprisingly coherent answer considering his current state, but George has had years to go over the reasoning behind his decision in his head. He doesn’t need to think about the why, it’s all he’s thought about. 

Alex runs a hand through his hair. 

“Fuck.” He tugs at the strands. “George,” he starts, then stops again. 

George watches as Alex chews his lip, hand still tangled in his hair. After so many years of imagining this moment, of picturing how Alex would respond if he just told him, George thought he’d be prepared. And he was; for anger, disgust, awkward politeness. He’d even — in rare moments of weakness — imagined what it would be like if Alex felt the same. But he’d never thought it would go like this. Alex seems frustrated, conflicted, and George has no idea how to react. Just waits, watches, while Alex fights some war inside his mind. 

“I’m with Lily now, George,” is what Alex eventually says. 

George frowns. 

“I know.” He has no idea what Alex is getting at. It must show on his face because Alex lets out a noise of desperation.

“George, why didn’t you just say. All these years.” Alex is back to running a hand through his hair. “We could have been— If you had just—” Alex throws his hands up. “I wish you had said.” 

The realisation washes over George like an icy wave. What Alex is implying. Why he looks so conflicted. It seeps into his bones till he feels numb all over. 

“Alex, don’t. Don’t say that now.” A wave of fresh tears tumble down his cheeks and George wipes at them with a shaky hand. “Don’t you dare tell me I had a chance now, when that chance is gone.”

There are tears in Alex’s eyes now too. He looks anguished. 

“George.” His voice breaks. George chokes on a sob. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

George closes his eyes. It’s too much to look at Alex right now. Not when his world is falling apart. Not when the lost possibilities feel like poison in his veins. 

“You could have said something too.” It comes out venomous, bitter. 

There’s a beat. 

“Yeah, I could have.” Alex just sounds tired. George doesn’t open his eyes to see the expression on his face. Somehow, this is worse than he ever imagined. His chest aches. There’s the sound of movement in front of him and he screws his eyes shut even tighter. 

He hears the door close behind Alex as he leaves. 

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30 angsty dialogue prompts

"Why don't you ever listen to me?"

"I fucked up."

"They told me you left."

"I'm sorry I'm not who you thought I was."

"Where did you go?"

"Don't touch me."

"They're lying to you."

"Are you hurt?"

"I don't know where we are."

"Why are you still here?"

"Don't listen to them."

"Look at me."

"Why would you say that?"

"I'm not going to hurt you."

"You heard that?"

"I didn't mean it."

"This can only end one way."

"You look like hell." "I feel like it."

"You don't remember me?"

"I don't know who you are anymore."

"This isn't what it looks like."

"Do you trust me?" "I don't know."

"Just a little longer."

"Swear it to me."

"This isn't right."

"I don't know how much longer I can do this."

"I can't protect you."

"I can't believe I didn't see that coming."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"You can't tell anyone."

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had the weirdest dream tonight, where i was in some conference room with all the drivers explaining to them that statistically they can't be hetero, then woke up in the middle of the night to write the thought that has been genius in my opinion

the thought:

i think it's time for me to seek professional help

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no more sad gay stories for me, now i want hilarious gay stories where both of them are fucking stupid and beyond help but it's ridiculous to the point where it's already hilarious, however at the end they somehow work it out and everyone just fucking breathe out the relief

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honestly let's just make a worldwide law about a ban to sell scissors from december till march, because I feel like drivers are just bored or having mental breakdows during an off-season so they cut their hair without giving it a second thought. I accepted pierre's and jack's boldness but george's curls? man that's literally a fucking crime, my brother in christ what have you done

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three christmas tree ficlets for playing house, to the victor, & that old veela magic 🎄🎄🎄

a playing house christmas:

"Finn pooped under the Christmas tree."

It's the first thing Max says when Daniel emerges from their disaster of a storage space, dusty and cold and no closer to finding the old ornament of Ella's baby handprint she instantly clocked as missing and falsely accused them of breaking.

"Huh?"

"Finn. He took a giant shit under the Christmas tree." Max gestures to the tree with a wrapping paper roll, looking flabbergasted. "He is in his nap now, so he cannot hear me shaming him."

"He--under the tree? Like, under it? Like an evil little anti-Santa?"

The skirt is missing, just the naked tree stand visible.

They're potty training Finn. Or whatever the non-shit parents call it. Finn is potty learning. He's had heaps of accidents, but none under a Christmas tree until now.

"Yes, under it. His very comfortable little baby potty is right there"--the wrapping paper roll stabs the air again--"but instead he wiggled his little bottom under the tree and squatted in all of these pine needles to do his shit under the tree."

"Ohh my god." Daniel barks out a big, honking laugh. "Maybe it's, like, the call of the wild, ya know? The ancient human urge to shit in the woods."

Max grins, shakes his head. "You are thinking of bears, Daniel."

Daniel laughs more. "What did you do?"

"I caught him mid-shit! I didn't--I just watched, stunned. In horror, Daniel. Just. Plop, plop. Before my eyes. Then I got it together to be like, Finn, poop goes in the potty and I moved him over to his little potty but of course nothing is coming out because all the giant shit is under the tree."

"Babe. I'm so sorry." Daniel's eyes are welling up with the force of his laughter; Max is cracking up too. "Can I hug you? Wait, did you wash your hands?"

"What! Oh my god, of course I washed my hands, you dickhead. You think I am standing here filthy talking to you with shit hands?"

Daniel darts forward, scrapes his teeth along the side of Max's neck. It's shaving cream burny and sweat salty, delicious.

"You are the one with this all covered in spiderwebs, oh my god." Max extracts a camouflaged cobweb from Daniel's silver curl. "You talk to me about washing hands looking like you have just broken out of a graveyard, unbelievable."

Daniel shoves his cold hands under Max's tight jumper, feels his warm, hairy belly. "I love you."

"Yes, fine. You get the next shit. And I hope it is, like, at least twice as big."

a to the victor christmas:

Alex eyes their Christmas tree with utter disdain. “This is just sad.”

Daniel cackles. “Should’ve stayed in the tree district, mate.”

“If I had five years and an unlimited budget I would still be unable to make a tree that ugly. Look at its gnarled little arms! It can’t even hold the ornaments. What happened to it?”

Max shrugs. “Daniel didn’t want to buy a genetically modified one. Evergreens don’t grow very well here. All the salt, you know.”

“Yeah. Our jizz.” Daniel waggles his eyebrows.

“You grew this? Here, at the beach?” Alex steps closer, reaching out to touch the monstrosity and then thinking better of it, holding his hand to his chest. “Please never have children.”

Things get quiet.

“What was that!” Charles cries. “Alex, did you see?”

Alex looks back at him. “See what? All I see is this dendritic disaster. It looks like a fucked up bush. How are the limbs both droopy and brittle?”

Yuki says, “I saw.”

Charles glares. “I was not talking with you.”

“Okay, what did I miss?” Alex looks to George, who would never withhold information from him.

George points to Max and Daniel with a skewer of olives. “These two had a look.”

“A look?”

George nods sagely. “A look.”

“Oh, a look.”

Entering the room, Summer says, “I’m sorry, a what?”

Zelda’s right behind her. “Holy fuck, why does that tree look like a centenarian’s ballsack?”

a veela christmas

When they have to spend Christmas apart, Daniel enchants their tree to give Max compliments.

At least that's what Max deduces.

Daniel could have just given the tree a few canned phrases, but no. He wanted to personalise it.

Personalised compliment charms aren't easy. Compliments are arbitrary things. You have to imbue the magic with your own thoughts and feelings; it's difficult to get it right.

On December 22nd, their tree, in Daniel's voice, scares the shit out of him by yelling, "Nice scarf!" as he's walking out the door.

On December 23rd, Max is showing his mum the guest room when the tree bellows to him, "I love your tight ass around my dick, homie!"

On December 24th, the tree says, "Even if I don't act like it, I know you're better than I am. I know--I know I might not have this forever but I can't help but be greedy for you while I've still got the chance."

On Christmas, Max shows the tree the ring he bought before it can offer another twisted retelling of Daniel's darkest thoughts. And to cut it off from any more ass talk since his sister and her kids are on their way. The tree is silent a long time. Then it says, apparently struggling to find something nice to say about the simple platinum band, "I reckon comfort fit isn't the worst shape you could have gone with, hey."

On Boxing Day, Daniel comes home. He's a lot nicer about the ring.

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After multiple meltdowns and throwing my phone across the room (I shattered my screen) I'm finally done (god bless Pinterest for pose references)

For @thetwelfthcrow

Im sorry this took seven light years😭 I hope u like it!!😭

Credits to @hotmandrivefast for the pose

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It's HERE! The list of 2024 Secret Santa fics! Thank you to everyone who participated; we couldn’t have pulled off something so special without all of you ❣️❣️ please keep tagging us in your fic posts, we’ll be reblogging tomorrow!

Due to the insane volume this year (over fifty fics!!), we've created mini-master lists for each ship. But if you'd rather look through the entire collection on Ao3, check it out here.

❄️ Carcar

❄️ Galex

❄️ Landoscar

❄️ Lestappen

❄️ Other Charles Ships

❄️ Simi

❄️ Strollonso

❄️ The Rarer Pairs*

*(not necessarily rarepairs but ones where we only have 1 fic for a ship - so if you don't see a ship you're looking for in the list above, try here!)

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just rewatched the grinch (2018) and got the strong feeling that grinch is toto, max is kimi a. and george is just a reindeer, all respectfully but like do you see it? tell me I'm not going insane

btw merry Christmas everyone who celebrates!!