#🥺 did i misjudge the situation

[g33ktragedy]

hello???? i love my autistic son

[lestappenforever]

May I ask for 16, 17 and 36? 🥺

You most certainly may, my lovely anon! 💕

Also snuck in a little 30. "You didn't have to —" "I did." for you.

Happy race day!

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16. “Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I’m afraid.”, 17. “I’m fine, honest.” “Let me see.”, 36. "Come with me. Please?", and 30. "You didn't have to —" "I did."

A touch of George's wheel against his own sends Charles crashing into into the tyre barrier, the front wing completely destroyed and his front left wheel coming off entirely.

When Xavi asks if he's okay over the radio, Charles screams in frustration.

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"Red flag, Max, red flag. Leclerc went out in turn seven."

"Is he okay?" Max asks immediately, and his heart stops

Silence.

"GP?" he asks again as he turns into the pit lane.

"He's okay, Max. Just got a visual of him getting out of the car."

Max's heart starts beating again.

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"Fuck!" Charles shouts, slamming the underside of his fist against the wall in front of him. He misjudges the angle, though, and ends up hitting the sharp edge of the wall, cutting into his skin.

It burns, and Charles hisses at the pain as droplets of blood drip to the asphalt by his feet.

"Charles?"

The Monégasque turns to see Max frowning at him, cradling his wounded hand and feeling warm blood seep into his palm.

Max notices it and his frown deepens as he steps closer, reaching for Charles' hand.

Charles holds his hands out of reach.

"It's fine," he mutters, because as much as his hand stings, it doesn't even begin to compare to the hurt of crashing out of the race.

"It doesn't look fine," Max argues, making a 'gimme' gesture with his hand.

"I'm fine, honest," Charles insists, watching as Max's eyes narrow dangerously at him.

"Charles," Max says firmly. "Let me see."

With a sigh, Charles lets Max take hold of his wrist carefully, turning it over to look at the cut that's still seeping blood, dripping to the ground.

"You're a fucking idiot," Max tells him, and Charles immediately tries to pull his hand away. Max's hold tightens, preventing him from moving it.

"Stop moving, you're making it worse," the Dutchman chastises, lowering their hands and reaching for one of the sleeves of his race suit that's hanging down by his legs with his free hand, wrapping it around Charles' bleeding one.

Charles watches, eyes wide and having lost his ability to speak.

Max closes his hand around the fabric now containing the wound, keeping it in place and tugging gently. "Come on."

The Ferrari driver looks up at Max's face, then, his heart hammering away in his chest at the concern he sees there.

"Where are we going?" he asks, hesitating, refusing to move.

Max looks at him as if Charles is the sole cause of every grievance Max has ever felt in his life.

"Just —," Max begins, frustration evident in his voice. He takes a deep breath, calming himself. "— come with me. Please?"

The request is so soft — so caring — that Charles' feet start moving before he can do anything to stop them.

Max guides him through the paddock, the sleeve of his Red Bull race suit wrapped around Charles' hand. They're an odd sight to behold, Charles knows, because the people they pass along the way are staring at them in confusion. Max ignores each and every one of them, and Charles tries his best to do the same.

They end up in the medical center, which Charles would protest against if it wasn't for the fact that this whole situation has stolen his ability to utter a single word. He lets Max pull him along, telling the woman at the front desk what happened and that they need someone to have a look at Charles' hand.

They're shown into a room, where Max makes Charles sit on the bench and carefully unwraps the sleeve of his suit, navy blue stained red from Charles' blood. The doctor inspects the wound and tells Charles he needs stitches, and hands Charles a square piece of gauze to hold againt the wound while she goes to find what she needs.

Max takes it before Charles has the chance to, and presses the gauze carefully against the wound. The doctor offers him a fond smile and a nod, before she disappears out of the room.

Once they're alone, Charles looks up at Max, eyes wide and full of wonder. And confusion.

Max meets his gaze, raising an eyebrow. "What?"

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why are you doing this?"

Max snorts, as if it's a ridiculous question. As if Charles should already know the answer.

But Charles doesn't know the answer, so he keeps looking at Max expectantly.

"Why not?" Max shoots back, as if Charles should know the answer to that, too.

Charles huffs at him, rolling his eyes.

"Max," the Monégasque says his name with a long-suffering sigh, as if it pains him.

The Red Bull driver hesitates, weighing his options. Charles can practically see the gears turning in his head. But Max's gaze never moves from his.

"Look, I care about you, alright? Quite a bit, I'm afraid."

Charles opens his mouth to responds, but Max barrels on before he can get a word out.

"Which is really fucking exhausting when you go and do stupid shit like this," he says, lifting Charles' hand slightly, as if it the implication wasn't obvious enough on it's own.

Charles can feel his cheeks pinking, and he looks down at where Max is cradling his wrist gently with one hand, holding the gauze carefully against the wound with his other.

It's incredibly intimate. And it does things to Charles mind. To his body. To his soul.

"I'm sorry," the Ferrari driver blurts, because he doesn't know what else to say.

Doesn't know why apologizing feels like the right thing to do, but it does.

Max makes a non-commital sound in response as the doctor returns, and shoos Max out of the room so she can clean and stitch up the cut on Charles' hand.

The Dutchman tries to argue with her — tries to insist that he wants to stay — but the woman isn't having it, telling him she doesn't want spectators when she's trying to do her fucking job. And Max isn't stupid enough to try and argue with that.

So he obeys and walks to the door, but he pauses to give Charles one final look before disappearing outside, shutting the door behind him.

And Charles is too busy reeling over everything Max didn't say to pay attention the doctor does to his hand.

Twenty minutes later, Charles emerges with his hand stiched up and bandaged, only to find Max sitting in a chair in the reception area, waiting for him. He stands when he sees Charles walking towards him.

"You didn't have to —,"

"I did."

They stand there, just looking at each other, for a long moment, neither man saying a word.

The two of them have been dancing around each other for years, and Charles has spent an unreasonable amount of time wishing — hoping — for the courage to do something about it. But every time he's been about to, he's chickened out at the last minute, taking them back to square one.

Max, however, seems tired of waiting.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to the motorhome," he says, walking to the door and pushing it open, holding it that way for Charles.

The Monégasque doesn't need to be told twice and as they exit the medical center, Max falls into step beside him as they walk through the paddock, shoulders occassionally bumping together and their hands brushing.

Charles wants to grab Max's hand, but doesn't.

When they come to a stop outside the Ferrari motorhome, Max turns to face him.

"I think we should talk, later," he says, as casual as if he was talking about the weather. As if the implications to his words aren't fucking massive.

"I think so too," Charles agrees, sounding nowhere near as calm. In fact, he sounds borderline hysterical.

Max — the fucking asshole — grins at him.

It make Charles all flustered, and he scratches at the back of his neck helplessly.

"I'll text you," the Red Bull driver says, and then he's turning around and walking away.

Charles watches his go for a moment, before composing himself enough to head into the motorhome.

When he makes it into his driver's room and checks his phone, Max has already texted him.

Charles' smile is so wide it makes his cheeks hurt.

Max Verstappen

[Address attached]

Room 736

[onlyjaeyun]

I want to say something because I see that it is necessary for some people to hear: when people often repeat themselves about something, it usually means that they think too much about the situation and are trying to convince themselves that everything is the way they see it from their perspective. In this story specifically y/n tries to convince herself that she has no chance with jay and chants it like a mantra because it helps her believe what she wants to be true as we've seen on a couple of occasions, whenever someone mentioned that maybe jay rejected her because he was afraid to even admit to himself that what he felt for her went beyond sexual tension, she would respond in a 'no, don't speak nonesense, he really doesn't want me', that's why she needs to constantly repeat how she imagined everything, how she misjudged his actions and ended up breaking her own heart.

When you feel bad about something, do you only talk about it once with your friends and boom, its fixed and theres no need to bring it up again ? if so, good for you then!!!

Zadie, I really think, and I think most will agree with me, that you did a great job presenting y/n as an overthinker. Incredible even, I dare to say. As one myself, I can tell you that it really is like this when I overthink about something. It literally takes over my mind and it's all I think about until the situation is completely cleared up because I'm constantly running around with "what if" questions.

Soo, Zadie, my angel babyyy, you are doing amazing sweetie!!!

yours truly 🐼

thank you so much for this baby, it definitely helped ease my mind a little bc like i am doing a lot of self indulgence with y/n and seeing you so understandinc of her character makes me really happy. i genuinely understood what the anon meant so i wasnt angry at all but i was feeling a little down because i was like ??? how do i spice things up now 😭 am honestly just gonna keep it going the way i had it planned, but thank you so so so much for the love and reassurance 🥺💞

[the-bjd-community-confess]

k I don’t really care MUCH about cvlur’s past actions in the hobby with her preorder & shit, cuz I wasn't directly affected. it was one of those things where everyone was talking bout it but i didn't order/want a doll so it wasn’t personal to me. It sucked/etc/hope the victims got compensated/etc. That's a disclaimer cuz I'm neither a cvlur fan or hater. This ain’t about her directly. It’s about her fans/haters who like to debate this constantly lately. Which I seem to fuckin be surrounded by. Also, my tone is kinda aggro to some people cuz I curse but i don’t actually lose sleep over this shit lmfao.

what DOES annoy me anytime someone brings this up like that last confession crying about how ppl are so mad she fucked up when she was “young” - girl is ALMOST 30 NOW if I understand correctly. If it happened 10 yrs ago she wouldnt have been in her early 20s, she’d been like 16-19 and THAT would be WAY more understandable to say “she was young and didn’t know any better.” this shit happened LESS than 10 yrs, she was like, college age, which for US is 18-22 TYPICALLY if you go to college fresh outta highschool for a 4 year degree. ppl in their early 20s, while yeah, in the grand scheme of LIFE are young, are still ADULTS, capable of running complex fuckin tasks from working at a company to managing money for a group order. ppl in their early 20s include 20-24. stop infantilizing people. People can make mistakes at ANY age and severely misjudge a situation (intentional or not what she did). cvlur and I are roughly the same iirc, at the time of sending this im 28, turning 29. If she’s younger than me, she was running an order as a highschooler, which she wasn’t.

There were SO fucking many ppl in college in their “early 20s” who, mature or not, worked with large sums of money, complex organizational structures, etc. some ppl are suited for that shit, some ain’t. You can straight up just say “she was under prepared for the situation” instead of “oh poor bby she was so young 🥺 she just didn’t know!!!” you sound like a fuckin moron, anon. Do you treat every 20yr old who makes a simple mistake at the grocery store like that too? You better tip ur waiters extra who are under 25 even if they spill your drink or make you wait bc they were just too young to know better, they can’t be blamed for that

and for the other person in the comments too, “adults obsessing over her” or whatever …… she’s an adult she’s an adult she’s an adult no wonder why she avoids talking to ppl both haters and fans alike take away her fucking agency SO much. OFF THE SUBJECT OF CVLUR but relating to scammers rn tho, the same can STILL be said about it. Their age doesn’t = not knowing enough about running a good thing. Look at ppl complaining abt dxg1rly, is she worse than everyone younger bc she’s said she’s almost 40, so she only went in with bad intents and not a mistake like cvlur? same with bvmf?

Not sayin dx or bvmf or anyone else who’s been late on shipping/etc etc is absolved of anything, or that they’ve done smth, and same with cvlur, cuz i’ve never ordered from any of these ppl. but don’t give ppl the weak ass get outta jail “oh i was 21 I was just too young to know!”to keep using esp if they really did do something bad. Also, anon, late shipping is absolutely scam territory, and if it happened to you I bet you'd cry scam too by year 2 or whatever lmfaooooo. Thanks for coming to my “I don’t like that the community infantilizes so much shit about this hobby for grown adults” ted talk, I’m off to go scam someone or smth cuz i’m in my 20s so I’m young and don’t know any better lmfao

~Anonymous

[tizzymcwizzy]

okay so you know how in season 1 - season 2 while ladynoir is fighting akumas there's often a point where either ladybug completely fucks up or chat noir isn't focusing/taking shit seriously, and how this often leads to the villain getting the upper hand in battle, and this idea is what led to the fanon characterization of chat who is the creepy flirt who can't take no for an answer guy?

for elaboration,, think to that time in prime queen when chat is trying to get ladybug to kiss him to satisfy the akuma, this leads to the idea that chat constantly flirts and makes advances and when ladybug says no he doesn't stop. in actuality, chat noir is flirting in the wrong place at the wrong time (this is a fact evident in the original french dub) which is something that he did CONSTANTLY in season 1, like his fuck ups with timing are what get them into bad situations also ladybug just making a mess of things lmao

it is CRAZY TO THINK ABOUT HOW THIS NEVER HAPPENS ANYMORE!! has anyone noticed that or is it just me,, like yes of course a lot of ladybug's fuck ups in the show overall are because of her being selfish or her being jealous over adrien or prioritizing her love for him over the mission (see volpina, desperada, season 3 finale and season 4 finale as well as probably others) but in season one she just kinda, fucks up in battle,, cause she's not focused, or she just like, gets it wrong. But in season 4 they're both completely competent and don't make any misjudgments or mistakes. At least not as much as they used to before, now most of the fights are just ladybug taking a while battling and figuring out the lucky charm and dealing with a sometimes compromised chat noir.

And chat noir's behavior has changed too, it's much more subtle in later season 2 and season 3 episodes, but he stops flirting in scenarios that ultimately lead the akuma getting one over on them, he still flirts and makes shitty jokes constantly but his timing has gotten marginally better by the beginning of season 4. and then in season 4 he basically stops all together with that whole progression that i won't get into,,

it's just really interesting to see how much they've changed and grown god just thinking about that growth and progression of their strength as a team makes me 🥺🥺 ouh god

[captain-kelli]

nacho-bucky reblogged your post “The Air That I Breathe” and added:

KELLI.  Your very first fanfic just seemed the perfect way for me to start this 2020 challenge. I really love this alternative view of Steve’s ending, with the additional perspective of him being in a romantic relationship in 2023, before going back. There are so many layers at work to that experience and decision for him in the film – and all of those layers collide in that moment for him, I think.   But looking at it from this angle – at him leaving one relationship to pursue a life with Peggy – oh my gosh, it’s SO INTERESTING. It would put an entirely different spin on his choice there if he’d still been clearly involved with Sharon o someone else. He’s an incredibly complex character, as we’ve discussed before, and I admire the way you tackle him so delicately and agilely. Giving this story the ending you do also serves to both empower the reader as an individual and character, while also not necessarily passing judgement on the validity of his relationship with Peggy – only the uncertainty and misjudgement of Steve’s choices or understanding of his own feelings. That’s a result that makes sense for Steve, who occupies so many identities and experiences. Of course there would be confusion, if he had another relationship; he’d be torn between who he was, who he is, and who he wanted to be. That struggle is always at the core of his character, and you so deftly and skillfully wove in the added pressure of him being torn between two romantic relationships. Listen, LADY – your first fanfic, and you take on Steve Rogers in one of the most essential and arguably intricate  moments of his character arc? AND YOU COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY NAILED IT. I love fics that make me think, that give me another perspective or angle on characters or situations I’ve assumed I’ve got all figured out. AND YOU DID THAT, KELLI. You always do. Thank you for sharing your immense talent here. I LOVE YOU. 

CAIT. 🥺

You know I love you, but I’m so mad at you right now. YOU PICKED THE WORST ONE. I don’t know what in the world I was thinking writing about something this heavy for my very first piece. 

But thank you. Thank you for reading it and making me feel better about it.