#*i need to have a stiff drink and a lay down 😅*

[userverstappen]

Lando crawling back through the field and pipping Russell for 3rd

Max winning his 3rd drivers championship title (plus another SP DNF 🙃)

OSCAR PIASTRI WINNING HIS FIRST RACE!!!! (And doing it before Lando 👀👀👀)

This sprint has me deceased 💀💀💀

[homerforsure]

Fuck It Friday

Tagged by @panbuckley and @wildlife4life

Okay according to poll results, I need to give you 56 sentences of Eddie Gives Buck a Key which would be a lot easier if my sentences weren’t 56 words long 😅

but! i have the first 26 for you.

The blue and grey concrete box rose up in front of him as Buck rounded a bend on Victory place. The Burbank Walmart lit up with the same sea of bright white LED lights that Buck recognized from every other parking lot that he’d been in across the US. The sameness and familiarity of it was almost comforting except that it also felt a whole lot like defeat as he backed the Jeep into a space and put it into park.

When he first left home, Buck meant to save the money that Maddie gave him. He wasn’t going to blow through it like he did his allowance and his tuition money. He was going to build a new life and if Maddie didn’t want to come with him that was just fine. He didn’t need her.

He skimped on food, bought well drinks for people who smiled at him in the bars, drove past E until he found the cheapest gas, but for the first month that he was on the road, Buck slept in a bed surrounded by four walls. Hotels mostly, but also assorted apartments and condos and houses both fancier and more rundown than the one he’d grown up in. It wasn’t that he hadn’t slept around before, but there was a new wild freedom in doing it without having to worry about being caught, getting home late, wondering if he’d be shamed or ignored this time. For the first time since Maddie moved away, Buck reached out and found others reaching back.

Unfortunately, his, like all addictions, was expensive, and Buck’s pile of cash grew thinner and thinner in his glove box. He pulled over in a beachside town, talked his way into a dishwashing gig that barely paid enough to put gas in the Jeep, and got let down easy by a brown eyed server with a crooked smile. It got darker and closing time came and Buck thought about driving around and pretending he had somewhere to go until the sun came up and he could blend in with the surf crowd, but he couldn’t spare the gas.

It was a local grocery store that time, but the lighting was the same. Buck lay awake, waiting for a knock on his window, a gun, storm, a cop. But the only thing that peeked through the glass was the sun. Early morning staff pulled in not long after and Buck pulled away, a little stiff, a little grimy, but knowing something new about himself. What he could do. He still spent plenty of time in other people’s beds and eventually found jobs that paid enough to get him a room in someone else’s house and then, finally, his name on a lease of his own. But when it eventually, inevitably, came time to leave, Buck knew he could go.

Of course, the procedure was easier when half of what he owned was in the Jeep most of the time anyway. These days, Buck had a couple empty energy drink cans, an overkill first aid kit, a book he’d lost interest in, and a rubber duck in a firefighter’s helmet. No blankets. No extra hoodie he could squash down into a pillow. And it was January.

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