#incorrect mercedes quotes

[incorrect-merc]

Toto, teaching George how to drive: Now, you're driving and Nico and Lewis walk onto the road. What do you hit, George?

George: Nico, obviously. I could never hurt Lewis.

Toto: The brakes, George. You hit the brakes.

Niki, from the backseat: Don't listen to him, hit the gas pedal.

[bbglewis]

F1 as texts (Lewis to Ferrari Version)

+Bonus (Fernando with his life advice on how to deal w Ferrari)

this is how i cope

[f1incorrectquotess]

Toto: I just ended a four year relationship.

Valtteri: Oh, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Toto: Hm? Oh yeah, I’m fine. It wasn’t my relationship.

*Lewis and Nico fighting from across the garage*

[ciinelqura]

— glee characters as social media posts/memes [pt50/?]

[inferno-mp3]

[dittaturamonegasca]

Max: I have the urge to do something stupid

Charles: I'm stupid, do me

Carlos:

Daniel:

Lando:

Charles: I said that out loud, didn't I?

[ynbabe]

The Ferrari garage rn

Charles, after Lewis takes another photo of him-

Charles: Cool, thanks dad

*everyone staring at him*

Charles: Why is everyone staring at me?

Fred: You just called Lewis “dad”

Charles: No I didn’t, I said thanks man

Lewis: Do you see me as a father figure, Charles?

Charles: No! If anything I see you as a bother figure cause you’re always bothering me

Seb, ever-present near chaos: Hey! Show your father some respect.

Charles: I didn’t call him dad!

[aaltilis]

George: Remember when I said that Mick and I are going to have calm night, just young boys doing team bonding?

Lewis: Yeah..

George: Well, can you help us now?

George: We're in jail.

Lewis: What?

George: And please don't tell Toto.

George: Oh and Mick also said please don't tell Seb.

[marsinout]

Oscar: Just been for a run. Have I missed something? Lewis: Charles: Carlos: Toto: Vasseur: Lando: ❓❓❓ Oscar: Oscar: Well, none of my business.

[incorrect-three-houses-quotes]

Mercedes: So you believe me?

Jeritza: You are the last good person on the face of this miserable planet.

Jeritza: I’d believe cartoon birds made your hair this morning.

[incorrect-merc]

Lewis: While I'm gone, you're in charge George

George: Yes!

Lewis, whispering to Mick: You're secretly in charge, but I don't want him to feel bad

Mick: Obviously

[drowchancellor]

Giving a fuck about what?

Part 1

Part 2 (romantic edition)

Part 3 (romantic edition)

Part 4 (you’re here)

Part 5

[f1incorrectquotess]

Seb: *holding his newborn*

Lewis: She's so precious

Doctor: Before you take her home we have to give her some shots

Daniel: HELL YEAH! BRING HER SOME SHOTS, IT'S HER BIRTHDAY!! SHALL WE MAKE HER DO A SHOEY?

[luciosfanpage]

"I'm saving my brain for special occasions. If I use it every day it'll get dirty."

[inferno-mp3]

[cindylouwhooo]

Chapter One

Gigi’ POV

There’s something about the spring breeze that instantly calms me.

Well, it usually does.

Now I’m just a ball of anxiety, counting down the seconds until I explode.

I’ve been in the studio for the past three days, wasting the time of my producer and assistant during the day, and getting no sleep while twiddling my thumbs and kidding myself that I can write another album at night.

I thought building a recording studio in my Monaco apartment while I stay here would help me. It hasn’t. At all.

And now I’m standing on my balcony, staring out on the packs of people running around the streets trying to get the place ready for the Grand Prix, contemplating whether I could be a good driver—well, just enough to quit my singing career.

I don’t mind the category; I could do F4. F1 Academy too. I’m really simple.

I drop my head on my hand and groan, just when my phone starts ringing from my back pocket.

“What?”

“Tell me you’ve written something.” Ally, my agent, demands through the device.

“I’ve written something.”

“Okay.” She sighs out. “Now tell me the truth.”

“I’m thinking ways of becoming a Formula 4 driver. Do we still have Susie Wolf’s number?”

“Gigi.”

“Ally, I’m serious. I don’t think I have another one in me.”

Ally starts yapping about something, and I put her on speaker while opening Twitter on my phone.

gigimymother

@gigisantos GIRL!!! RECKLESS THREE YEAR ANNIVERSARY IS COMING!!!! WHEN’S THE NEW ONE????

santoslover

@gigisantos delulu is the solulu cause i still think Gigi is surprising us with a new album on Reckless anniversary…

—> gigifan girl be ffr she’s forgotten all about us

—> santoslover shut up

—> dannylovesgigi SAME!! i do also believe my ex is still in love with me sooooo

—> sandyford absolutely not, she is SO over…fame got to her and she thinks two mediocre albums are enough to stay rich 🤑

dannylovesgigi

y’all why’s the tl saying Gigi quit music???

“Were my albums mediocre?”

“G, get off Twitter for fuck’s sake and listen to what I’m saying.” I do as she says, mainly because I’m pretty sure she’ll fly from Toronto and strangle me if I don’t. “Time is ticking. And not in your favour. There’s so much i can do to keep you afloat.”

It’s the same speech. Over and over.

The same speech that I hear every time I pick up the phone from her call. The same speech that drove me away from Toronto and onto Monaco and the same speech that has drenched all the inspiration from me. I don’t have anything to write about, no words to turn into a song. And with every speech I hear, I don’t even want to try.

It’s draining. I hate it.

“Look, I know it’s difficult but you have to have something.”

I want to cry, I really do because her desperation is so evident in her voice. She believes in me too much and it’s gonna hurt when I disappoint her at the end of the summer.

The phone vibrates against my ear a couple of times and I take that chance to get out of the phone call with my doomed future.

“I gotta go, Ally. Something’s come up. I’ll call you later, okay?”

I end the call before she can butt in and let out the longest sigh in the history of the world. I see my best friend’s name on the screen of the phone and inevitably smile the biggest smile at the words on her text.

francis the king

you, me, alcohol 🍷

tonight

no is not a good enough answer

~ ~ ~

Strangely, the sweaty, already drunk people distantly surrounding our table made my mood quite quickly. Flashes of light spark every other second and I’ve become all too aware of the fact that it’s my first public viewing in a while.

My best friend is nursing on her drink while rolling her eyes at her boyfriend that’s on the phone with her, and I giggle at her facial expressions.

She’s incredibly in love, yet acts like Pierre is bothering her on a girl’s night out.

“Yes, I’ll call you at the end of our night…no we won’t call an UBER…okay, okay. Bye.” She ends the call abruptly and with the biggest, most dramatic sigh. “Okay, now we can start having fun.”

“I was already having fun.” I giggle.

Spending time with Francisca is honestly the only time I feel without the baggage of the third album looming over me. The bartender brings us the second round, and two extra shots on the house, accompanied with a wink for both of us.

“He’s cute.” Kika whisper-yells close to my ear over the loud music.

“Uh, oh. Trouble in paradise with Pierre?”

She rolls her eyes and slumps on my shoulder. “I meant you, dumbass.”

I know she did. But no.

It’s not like I’m cancelling love out of my life, but even entertaining the thought of going through the stages of finding someone and everything that happens after I’ve found someone decent, makes me want to hurl.

“The only man in my life is the imaginary one I created in the studio in order to spike my inspiration to write that damn album. His name is Tim.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“Am not!”

“Shut up and drink.”

“Amen.”

~ ~ ~

Four rounds and five shots each later, we’re laughing at our lives and wiping the runny mascara that’s dripping on our cheeks. I don’t know what time it is but I can definitely feel the early stages of a good hangover that I’ll be having once I wake up.

But I wouldn’t change it for the world. Because four rounds and five shots later, I feel ten times better than I did when Ally called me earlier. And not because of the alcohol, but because Kika has lectured the insecurities out of me. She spent our girls night out talking to me and listening to me go on and on about my block and the expectations I’ve put for myself—I talked about shit I wouldn’t admit out loud.

At the end of the night, we’re clutching each other outside of the club and laughing so loud, heads are turning to look at us.

“Jesus, your boyfriend might be fast on track but he’s taking his sweet time getting here.” I pout and drop my head on Kika’s shoulder. “If I make a joke, like, ‘didn’t know you were as slow as your single seater’ will he cry?”

Kika laughs as she slips and grabs me tighter to not fall. “Yeah, he’ll probably cry.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Well, now I feel betrayed.” Pierre’s voice reaches us and Kika bounces off me to jump on him. He grabs her immediately and twirls her around, breaking my heart and making me the happiest person at the same time.

gigisantos …

gigisantos girls night was a success 🍷🍾🎉 @francisca.cgomez

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gigiismother give us the new album!!!!!

santosloverrrr girl, get in the studio

pierregasly thank god i arrived in time

—> gigi @pierregasly shut up tripod

gigisantoslvr love her relationship with pierre 😍

f1fanlover why’s lando in the likes???

—> gigigigi because she’s friends with the drivers?

—> f1fanlover yea but they barely speak

francisca.cgomez my soulmate ❤️

As I drop my still clothed body on my bed, a million lyrics fly through my head. Melodies and words swirl in my alcohol infused mind, suffocating me at once and frustrating me as I forget one by one in the aftermath of a night out at the club.

~ ~ ~