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george russell when user tiredeg turns him into a little kitty with orbeez eyes a la ur recent rb: “right what’s all this then” (#31 for the ask game hehe)

creature that is literally george from this post for your information

George is almost late to the press conference—unlike him. The stick up his ass doesn’t usually allow him to be anything but early. The glare he shoots at Max is more true to character, but Max honestly can’t think of anything he could have done yet to piss him off. Annoying. The last thing Max needs is any of the journalists catching that and this turning into twenty questions about some made-up fight between them. 

Thankfully, nobody notices. He gets the same stupid questions as always. Does he think the car will be good this weekend? No. Will it be better than last week? Maybe. Is he talking to Toto about moving? You’ll have to ask George. That’ll be another glare, probably, but if he doesn’t look over at George then he doesn’t have to see it. 

He leaves the moment they’re allowed, leaving George and Gabby to chat about whatever it is they have in common. It’ll only be five minutes, but he’ll take any alone time he can get.  

His good luck charm is gone when he gets back to his driver room. Huh. That doesn’t make sense because he remembers specifically putting it on the desk before he left. He had only found the thing this morning, a little wooden figurine with these creepy blue eyes staring up at him from the ground as he entered the paddock. He had actually walked by it originally, but something about it called out for him, its freaky eyes following him. It was probably a mistake to call it a good luck charm, even as a joke, because now it’s gone and it’s just one more thing to think about when he has enough problems with the car as-is. 

***

The next morning, he finds it again as he’s leaving the hotel. It’s looking directly at him with those weird eyes, and even though he knows it would stare at him from any angle, something about its gaze seems particularly directed. How it ended up on the ground outside their hotel, Max has no idea. Maybe it had been in his backpack the whole time and fallen out when he got back last night. Maybe one of the team had picked it up for him, or someone from Mercedes—they're in the same hotel this week. Max has seen Kimi around, but not George. Maybe it is good luck after all. 

There is something calming about the figurine, he has to admit, turning it over and over in his hand as someone talks at him about his commitments for the day in the car to the paddock. It’s not perfectly smooth, so he can feel the slight texture against his fingers as he spins it. Every now and then he makes accidental eye contact with it, like it's looking back at him. Enough that he feels kind of bad about it when the car lurches and he slams it against the door handle. God, he really shouldn’t have called it a good luck charm, the little chip in its face can't be a good sign for the car today. 

FP1 is as frustrating as ever and while a bad Friday is routine at this point, it doesn’t make it easier to swallow. Max’s dentist has been trying to stop him grinding his teeth. Max lied to her at his last appointment, said it must be happening in his sleep—hopefully she’s not watching the coverage. FP2 is no better, their quali sims doing nothing to challenge the McLarens. 

Still, at least he’s not having the worst day on the grid. George nearly threw up in the car, they told him, had to cut his session short. Speak of the devil, or at least some middle-management demon, Max spots him and Alex hunched together near the Mercedes motorhome, their heads close together.  

“—spent the night outside?” he hears Alex say. He slows down. It’s not eavesdropping, really—if anyone asks, he could be concerned for George. Whether they believe him or not, that’s their problem.  

George has a sticky bandage on his face, yellow with a smiley face pattern. He doesn’t look very smiley, scowling at Max the second they make eye contact. What the fuck is his problem this weekend? Max looks to Alex for any sort of clue, but Alex has for some reason started coughing loudly. Honestly, whatever is going on, Max decides he doesn’t need to know. He nods at them and heads to the debrief. 

***

“Fifth on the timesheets at least,” somebody calls after him as he leaves afterwards. Probably best he doesn’t know who, it’ll make it hard to keep his face normal if he has to talk to them again later. He’s ready to snap as someone from the marketing team catches him on his way to his driver room. If they start talking about TikToks right now he might retire. 

“Um, George was looking for you earlier,” the guy says, which is nearly worse. “I sent him to your room to wait, but he must have left when I wasn’t looking.” 

Max manages some sort of reply and braces himself before opening the door to his driver room. No George. Thank fuck for that. He just needs to grab his backpack before he can get back to the hotel—if he’s lucky he can be unreachable in thirty minutes.  

The figurine is staring up at him from the desk. He pockets it, running a thumb over the dent in its face as he walks out, thoughts turning to his long run sims tomorrow morning.  

Alex catches him as he leaves the paddock, no George in tow this time thankfully. Maybe he’ll tell Max what’s going on.  

“This is a bit awkward,” Alex says, not quite meeting Max’s eyes, “but I’ve lost my good luck charm, I don’t suppose you’ve seen it? It’s this wooden figurine with big blue eyes. I’ve been looking for it everywhere.” 

Oh, now it all makes sense, he’s been having Alex’s luck all weekend. Ew.

“Yes, I have it, I found it on the ground” — Alex winces at that — “you can of course have it back, it was not so lucky for me I don’t think.” 

He digs it out of his pocket and tosses it over. Alex’s eyes widen dramatically and he splutters as he catches it—just about.  

“Thanks,” Alex says, almost panting, “appreciate it.” 

“You should take better care of it if you want better luck,” Max says, already turning to leave. 

“Yeah, I should,” Alex says behind him. 

Max takes one more glance back, to see if Alex is following him out. Maybe they can talk about whatever is up with George in the car. But Alex makes no moves to follow him, he stays standing there holding the figurine delicately in both hands, staring at it intently.

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I've acquired a creature that stares at you no matter which direction you look at it from

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zzz!

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fire pokemon

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apologies if this has been done before but

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Members of a bipartisan group of U.S. senators who visited Ottawa this past weekend say they want to bolster the Canada-U.S. relationship despite U.S. President Donald Trump’s recent attacks, with the lone Republican urging Canadians to “give us another chance.” The five senators met Friday with Prime Minister Mark Carney, who has vowed to pursue a new economic and security partnership with the U.S. while acknowledging that the trend of “deep integration” between the two countries is over.

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started my fantasy high rewatch. main takeaway from the first three episodes is that gorgug is so sweetie style its frankly upsetting. the quiet, resigned, “i broke my bed in the middle of the night.” shouting out “i think he’s going for the pantry!” during the corn cuties fight even though everybody knows because he wants to be helpful. the entire conversation between him and his parents on the way home in episode three (“how was your first day of school?” “BAD ☹️” “i’m so sorry, bud” “I DIED!”). zac was so dialed into making the saddest sweetest boy of all time. gorgug is fourteen and he’s driving home crying with his whole head out the car window because nobody understands him even when they try and we’re all supposed to what?? NOT fall in love with him???

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what the fuck is that

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🦕🌺🌺🌺

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Microsoft Embroidered Teddy Bear Blanket

??????

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 make out sonnet by F. Douglas Brown

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🍊 Oh, what was that? Sorry, I couldn't hear over my

ORANGE POUCH

that I made with my own two hands 🍊

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[slaps bag] this bad boy can fit SO much fruit!!!

Look at how neat that seam is! The rows! Wow!

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I swear to fucking god. I would claw out OneDrive from my computer if I could. I would burn down their servers if I could. I would run down their stocks to the ground if I could. I hope every single one of their workers gets a better offer from a competitor in the next 24 hours. I hope every single one of their light bulbs explodes at the same time. I hope every single carton of milk in their fridge will always be expired.

Stop backing up my fucking files.

Stop asking me to back up my fucking files.

Stop taking my fucking files off my fucking computer.

I don't want a fucking reminder in three fucking days. Let me fucking say no.

Fuckers.

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I think adults should stop demanding obedience from children and should start focusing on requesting respect. That’s what will actually serve them in the adult world and help them make good decisions mindfully.