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Do we think George is happy to be a Lewis fanboy again without the pressure of being his teammate?

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Logging out of work for the rest of the week I am absolutely deaddddd AHHHHHHHHHHHHH I will never shut up about this even with the ugly ass hp logos

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i will never forget the core experience of blasting 'mean' in my childhood room when i was a tween and thinking about the people that bullied me

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Everyone should be on Twitter

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relationships and jobs are temporary. your shitty unpopular tumblr blog is forever

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Goodbye Mr. Lynch I’ll see you in my dream

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family photo

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the ultimate winter experience

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open brain - dans le cerveau des athlètes, 2025

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NORRIX.

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love the rookie lineup already. ayrton senna reincarnation according to toto wolff. wannabe-italian ferrari fanboy. fernando alonso's evil son. the newest sacrifice to rb junior team. max verstappen's next victim technically not a rookie. and jack doohan who is about to face the horrors that are alpine f1. great.

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Feels like I’m breaking an unspoken rule saying this out loud but I generally really enjoy that tumblr largely ignores the existence of Lando’s latest fling/ now possibly confirmed gf

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if you’re at a low point in life right now, consider THIS:

new people are coming your way with love

a huge success is waiting around the corner

the possibilities are endless

you can always change your habits

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i’m capable of finding blondes attractive

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A Blessing in Disguise

(Lando/Oscar, E, 1/4, ~11.1k)

“No,” Lando gasps, bursting into the throne room with his poor servant hot on his heels.

“Your Highness!”

“You can’t send Flo off to marry some random arse of a crown prince just so he can become king! It’s not fair when she still has a whole life in front of her!” he exclaims before briefly dipping into a bow. “Your Majesties.”

Behind him, Max falls to his knees, repeatedly begging the king and queen for forgiveness for the crude behavior of their son.

King Adam waves a hand at him to get him to be at peace before addressing Lando. “What do you propose otherwise, dear son?”

“Send me instead,” Lando blurts out without thinking. “Oli’s the heir, and I’m the spare. So I- I’ll marry this foreign prince.”

This is just an excuse to put Lando in pretty dresses. Backless ones.