#I fucking know that Lewies going to be so fucking sucessful

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[itsblasttothepast]

I'm the song headcanon anon and I'm coming back with more songs!!!

Well, even if I would die on a hill saying that All out of fight by Pink is a Charlos song it can be a Chestappen song if you squint.

NOTE: I do not think this song is entirely sad, more like bittersweet. (it can be interpreted both as their song of just this season or overall their partnership but I'll try to explain along the way - the bold would be for their entire times as teammates and cursive would be for just this season and normal will be for both).

"We had life in our eyes and the world was on our side/Speedin' along with no map, it was all green lights/It was just you and I"

Max and Checo had a great start to this season: 1-2 in the first races, great pace, ahead of everyone and with great prognosis for the year and they were really shining.

They had a wonderful first year as teammates with the WDC battle and Sergio really stepping up to the role they wanted him to take and helping Max as often as he could.

"When somethin' dies, doesn't mean that it's over/We're not like them, we don't have to be cold as ice/We could be you and I"

Well, it's clear now that RBR is slowly losing the lead and will probably lose both Championships because of the issues and it would be naive to say it doesn't affect the drivers - but they didn't turn against each other and that's nice. They started strong as a team but we all know what happened in 2022 and that there was a rift in the relationship after that but they tried to fix it and it worked (would it be cruel to mention Nico and Lewis here? like - their partnership fell apart because of the pressure and fight but Max and Sergio survived somehow - not the same situation but the 'cold as ice' just screams brocedes at me).

"So take my hand for the last time/And find my eyes with yours"

It's still not clear what is happening inside RBR right now and we do not know if Max will be leaving, if Sergio will stay, if anything we kow is true basically so I came to consider this year as something of a ride or die for them and they are sticking together despite or the bs.

Checo's seat was always up for discussion (fuck you Marko) in certain circles so every year there was a small doubt if he would stay but somehow he survived - alongside Max.

"We were two broken parts from the same old junkyard/Battered and bruised and we tried so goddamn hard/To be you and I/I'm proud of us, babe, 'cause we held through the pain/And when everything hurt, we still ran through the rain and the night/That was you and I"

This season is a nightmare for RBR, all the negative PR and the rumours and the issues are pilling up to be something that could (and probably will) destroy the team and it sad to see how Max's skills are going to waste and Sergio's dedication will never be rewarded as it should. And they still are loyal and are trying to lift the team up despite being ignored time and time again by the menagement (and they still work together even when the media tried to create conflict between them).

They both had a difficult past in a way but they did their best and endured all the pain (I'm not going to summarize all the racism and hate Checo faced since he was a teen and the hate Max got just for being the youngest to enter the sport or the whole Jos issue) to get to the top and they managed, they did it and it's amazing. They are the most sucessful duo RBR had seen and it's not fair that they have to go through all this now :(

"I'm all out of fight/My heart will always know your name"

That's Checo changing his mind about retiring from saying he still wants to drive for many years at the begining of the year ('that's not the last contract I signed' is haunting me) to saying he will probably retire after 2026 (or saying that he considered retiring due to the hate). But saying that Max was his best teammate and wishing him the best.

"I'm all out of love/But look at all the love we made"

That's all the achivements they acomplished together, the WCC and 1-2 in WDC, the podiums and fights and support and everything extraordinary they did in the sport.

"I never asked for easy/But it shouldn't be this hard"

They both know F1 isn't fair, isn't nice, demends a lot and gives little in return but they just needed the team to hear them and what? It didn't happen until it was too late and now we are where we are :( Sorry for the long post, I got emotionaly invested lol.

I missed you so much song headcanon anon!!! Don't leave me ever again!!

Oooh, I love Pink, all her songs sound so bittersweet to me (I actually don't remember any love-romantic song without any tragic innuendo (maybe Lady Marmalade? But that's more sexual).

Anon, I must say this song is perfect for Charlos, for the whole last year as teammates, but I love so much how can it be also Chestappen. I'm getting bitter again with Marko implying Checo is out for 2025, so there's a tiny part of me still waiting for that punch (Checo said he wasn't leaving, as in retiring, he didn't say anything about RBR). So if this is the last year of Chestappen, better make it count (with this amazing song!).

Honestly, I was surprised Checo and Max recovered after 2022, I don't know if it has to do with the fact that they weren't really friends before like Brocedes, or if it's just that Checo is older and with Brocedes they were the same age and kind of the same temper.

Oh anon, you'll make me cry with 'ride or die', like I said before, we don't know if this is our last year with Chestappen, with all the mind games... although maybe it's too late for Max to leave (Toto said he was stopping with his courting of Max), but Marko is still calling shots with Checo's seat.

I just feel so bad for Max and Checo, trying his best with this... let's hope that, in a very weird plot twist, they win both, the WDC and the WCC (and wouldn't this be something funny to Zak Brown?).

Oh anon, don't apologize, I love your messages, please don't leave me hanging for a long time or I get angsty and pining.

[tarnishedhalo]

Darcy Lewis and the Chamber of This IS SO Going on the Internet

What Harry Potter Potion are you?

You’re the DRINK OF DESPAIR!

You are the potion that makes someone relive their worst memories and nightmares.

Clearly, they don’t appreciate your sarcasm and stilletos. Fuck ���em if they can’t take a joke.

Which Female Harry Potter Character Are you?

LUNA LOVEGOOD!

You march to the beat of your own drum. Incredibly clever, you are able to look at things in a different perspective than others, giving you valuable insight. A bit of an introvert, you are comfortable in your own company. You know that being yourself is much more interesting than being someone else. "Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect"

Riley’s face nearly cracks from trying to show absolutely no expression while he’s inwardly choking on his beer and tears. Eventually whispers: “I said NOTHING.”

You got: Slytherin

You know what you want and you're not afraid to do what's needed to get it. You always find a way to turn things in your favor and you have an innate charisma that makes you irresistible. For you, sex is more of a competition than an act of love. Obviously there have been plenty of times when you've been completely selfish and, if you're not careful, you might end up totally alone.

Maybe it was the vibrator that looked like a light-saber. Maybe I was answering for me and not you. Maybe...we’re the same person. If so.....would that be auto-erotic-fixation? 

Are you one with the Harry Potatoes?

You are part of the Harry Potato Army

OMG! You're a side character....Which may not sound really cool but you don't die unless you're Fred Weasly, Sirius Black, James Potter, Bellatrix Lestrange, Remus Lupin, Dumbledore, Severus Snape..... N-nevermind you're most likely going to die...... Yeah...... It's a sad life...At least I die as well and I'm the the creator of this quiz so I decided you die.... So yeah...YOLO? I guess?

This is just so us. Admit it. I die, and you actually go on to be super sucessful in the candy biz but secretly you’re dumping in arsenic like it’s going out of style. Because insurance money.

Which Harry Potter Character Should You Really Marry?

You got: Neville

Your date with Neville is bound to be the sweetest thing that ever happened to you, but expect a lot of rom-com style hijinks and bumbles. Don't be surprised if he spills tea all over you midway through your cosy date at Madam Puddifoot's, but also don't be surprised when he takes you dancing and sweeps you off your feet.

WHERE IS YOUR PRECIOUS DRACO NOW, DARCY?!?! Also, I’m sorry I didn’t get the thank you cards sent out yet, but you know how trying a honeymoon can be.

[curtisandlewis]

Just Forget the World

Dean and Jerry

Safe for Work

Synopsis: (1,604 words) It’s 1955 Day after day Dean showed up to the set and played the waiting game for Jerry. Things weren’t the same between them. They barely talked and Jerry spent most of his time behind the camera rather than in front of it with Dean. One day Dean got so fed up with waiting he picked his own spot on the floor to lie down and forget the world. When his partner showed up he decided he wanted them to forget the world together.  

Special note: I wrote this fic in honor of Dean Martin’s 100th birthday I hope everyone enjoys it and can look past all of the horrible grammar.

In 1955 it was just another day on the set of Artists and Models for Dean. Jerry was gone again as usual. He was probably off somewhere rewriting a scene or directing or choreographing or singing....Dean didn't really care anymore. Jerry was getting worse especially since their director Frank Tashlin was encouraging him. Dean saw them together many times, since they started filming, talking about sight gags or directing. Frank let Jerry behind the camera way too often. What was worse was that he didn’t look at Jerry like he was humoring the kid. He looked like he genuinely believed in him.

The only place Dean wanted Jerry was by his side. That’s the only time it felt fun. More and more it was starting to feel like work. Coming to the set day after day and waiting and waiting and waiting. All of this waiting for Jerry was making him sick. If this kept up his partner wouldn't be the only one having nervous break downs.

At least Jerry's asshole friends weren't around. It was torture having to listen to their fake laughter.

'Oh, Jerry, you're so brilliant! A comedy genius! Better than Chaplin!'

Better than Chaplin...

Dean wouldn't know if Jerry was better than Chaplin. He never went for that pathos bullshit. If something was funny it was funny. You didn't have to add anything extra to it. The audience doesn't want to think about the human condition. Hell, they don't want to think at all. Make 'em cry? Make 'em laugh! That's what they want. Fall on your ass or tell a dirty joke. That's comedy.

Acting...fuck acting! Dean was no actor. He was a damn lucky singer who could memorize words on a page that's all. Him and Jerry got by for years without acting. They didn’t fake it. What the fuck did Chaplin have to do with anything? Dean and Jerry weren't Chaplin or Abbot and Costello or Laurel and Hardy. They were THEM. There was no one like Martin and Lewis. No one had what him and Jerry had. The audience responded to them because they weren’t acting. None of it was pretend. Everything was real.  

Dean's eyes would glaze over anytime Jerry would talk about love being the reason they were so sucessful but he did feel they had a spark. In the early days on the movie sets he was just having fun with his best friend. Being with Jerry made him feel alive. Whether they were on stage adlibbing or just playing pranks on each other between scenes. Dean bet Chaplin never felt that way because he never had a partner. He didn’t know what it was like to depend on someone.

Chaplin was the genius who answered to no one. He probably would make his partner wait all day because it was his movie and he was a genius. No one watched the movies for the other guy.

Dean looked around the set. He found an empty space on the floor. That was it. Dean lay on the floor. He decided he was going to lie here and just forget the world, forget his thoughts, forget everything, close his eyes and be back on that stage.

The laughter filled every space in the room. It gave Dean goosebumps and electricty throughout his body. Jerry was maybe an inch away from his face. Dean could see the fire in his eyes.

"Paul, if you're going to take a nap do it in your dressing room. I nearly tripped on you."

Dean opened his eyes and saw his partner. He didn't know why but he asked Jerry to join him. "There's a spot right here for ya' pally," Dean said patting the floor beside him. If it wasn’t work related Jerry didn't question Dean. He lay beside him crossing his hands over his chest and looked up at the ceiling.

After a short while Jerry let out a huff and said, "I've got work to do. I don't have time for this."

Before Jerry could get up Dean grabbed his chest forcing him down. "Take a break, Jer. Okay? Just this once."

Jerry didn't fight Dean and silently went back to his position. They lay there in silence for a few moments more before Dean spoke. "Do you remember back in the 500 club days in Atlantic City? That bench we would sit in while waiting to do the next show?"

"How could I forget? That was when my life finally began. Patti, the baby, and you. I had never been happier. I remember we would talk on that bench for hours about the future. All of this," Jerry gestered his arm "was just a dream but I knew in my heart, Paul, we would have everything. I knew because you were the best. You made me better. Nothing could stop us.”

"Not always, Jer," replied Dean.

"Huh?" Jerry said turning to him.

"We didn't always talk.” It was one of Dean's most cherished memories. Jerry resting his head against his shoulder while he wrapped his arm around him. They would watch the world go by in front of them and Dean never once thought about who was watching them.

“Oh,” Jerry said as if he was having the same memory.

Dean turned to look at Jerry. He almost wished Jerry would turn his head and look at him so he could look into those perfect eyes that could never lie.

Dean twitched his pinky and moved it slowly until it made contact with Jerry's hand on the floor. Jerry didn't pull away. Dean brushed his finger against the side of Jerry’s hand. He definitely noticed it this time but he was letting Dean touch him. It had been so long since they made contact like this.

Maybe Dean was a little to blame and he gave Jerry the cold shoulder one too many times. The kid wouldn’t hug him anymore. Dean found himself during scenes holding Jerry tighter. That’s the only time he could get near him. In the old days he couldn’t keep Jerry away from him. He was always hugging and jumping all over him or fucking tackling him to the ground. Now he won’t even shake his hand. When the scenes were over Jerry pulled away and always had something else to do or would go straigt to his dressing room. Dean was left waiting for the next scene.

Minutes passed and Dean took a chance. He hooked that same pinky around Jerry’s like they would do when they were being silly. It didn’t feel silly. He forgot about everything. All the talk of Jerry taking over the whole act and Dean was going to be nothing but his stooge. Or what was said directly to his face that he shouldn't be with Jerry at all. They were too different. Just completely vanished from his mind. And that feeling in his gut that was eating his insides the one that told him Jerry was planning something without him. That feeling vanished too. He felt Jerry’s pinky pull out from his own. Dean worried that was it until he felt Jerry’s hand lifting up his own. Their fingers interlaced. Dean turned and saw Jerry staring back at him. He felt Jerry squeeze his hand. The smile on his face reminded him of the boy he met at the diner with egg salad all over his tie.

That kid made him laugh like no other. His best friend. That sixteen year old had room in his life for Dean. He needed him. The Jerry that was a writer, director, producer, actor, singer...that one he wasn’t so sure of. Jerry had all  the talent they spoke of and much more. Dean knew the passion Jerry had. He could become anything he wanted and work harder at it than anyone alive. You can’t stop that kind of energy and that terrified Dean. He saw first hand the way Jerry’s eyes lit up when he was behind the camera. That was his love. Sure, Dean could be in front of the camera and let Jerry direct but he would have to produce too and write all of the scripts and probably sew all of the damn costumes and Dean would have to wait even longer. The hell of it is Jerry was better than Chaplin. Dean was certain of it because Jerry could do everything Chaplin could and he was Jerry, which is something Chaplin could never ever be. Dean didn’t want to work FOR a fucking genius. Dean wanted to work WITH his best friend. He wanted to go back to when Jerry needed him and stop time so nothing would change. Every day he felt it more that Jerry was out growing him. That was it. The all consuming thought. The one that kept him up at night and he had to take a few more sleeping pills. The one in his head while he screamed at Jerry and talked to the press.  

Dean took a breath and let it all go. His greatest fear that he dare tell no one, especially himself, in that moment ceased to be. Whatever happened from here on out they were bound together forever as Paul and Jer. These things would never change for them at all. This would be Dean’s new favorite memory.  He would look back fondly and remember that he held Jerry's hand in complete silence and felt no fear. There was nothing to doubt and for the first time he didn’t feel at war with himself. In Jerry's hand he knew only peace.