#lovely b

[f1-giuki]

end of beginning by djo, lestappen, with slight angst but the main idea is happy??

i sent this song bcs it mentions homesickness and i would love to see your interpretation on ittt💖

MY DARLING B!!!!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 I love you, and I'll tell you even if you know it. This WAS SIMPLY LOVELY TO WRITE! I did a little part two (that can be totally read separate!!) of the lestappen le Mans prompt @carronyaflowers submitted last year!!! homesickness felt so good with those characters and I loved writing it for you! I hope you like it❤️❤️

new beginning - prompt post

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“Did you miss this?” Charles asks, sitting down on the ugly fake leather sofa in Max's motorhome, carrying his trophy with him.

It's not like Charles was uninvited to Max's motorhome, they shared more than a moment in their twenty-four hours of racing, from holding hands, sleeping on the other's shoulder in the garage, locking eyes on the podium while Carlos drank the champagne to mentally get rid of them, but seeing him in his house on wheels is so different from whatever he's used to.

Charles and Max have always been one next to the other, the predestined and the inevitable, thunder and lightning, red and blue, but they've never been that close. During their time in Formula One they were star-crossed rivals, sharing podiums, wins and championships, friendly work buddies on track. Sometimes, occasionally, Padel teammates. But never friends.

But now things have changed, and Max’s heart is beating loudly again.

They have spent so much time together, in Maranello, trying the car in the simulator, driving around the world. They see each other more often, especially since Max bought a flat in the hills of Modena. Paradoxically when they lived in the same block in Monaco they never managed to hang out, but in Modena everything is different. They are reborn at 35, with a messy divorce for Charles and a life of compromises for Max, together again.

“Yeah,” Max says, staring at where their thighs meet on the sofa.

“I missed it too…” Charles mumbles, with a small smile. “We should have done it before, you know?”

Max grins, bumping their shoulders. Charles laughs and rests his head on Max's shoulder. Max shivers a little. This is very new to him. He didn't know he could touch, or indulge openly.

“To be fair, we never did something like this, you know?” Max mumbles, wondering if he should touch Charles' hands with his or join their fingers.

“Yeah…” Charles agrees, ending Max's doubts and linking their fingers.

Max laughs under his breath surprised. His teenage self would explode. Himself of ten years prior would explode too. He's not too sure of the state of his molecules even right now.

“I know we have a season ahead of us and stuff, but… I waited twenty years to say this, so I think I don't have any patience left… I–Uhm, feel things for you, Max…” Charles mumbles not looking at him, but staring at their hands. “I never thought I'd tell you, and when you left F1 I thought I was safe enough, racing away, away from you… But one can't escape their heart. My problem with you Max is that you feel like home to me, more than even Ferrari. You gave me life Max, and I miss breathing and feeling alive, so you're the one for me, you know? I would love for you to feel the same, but I feel too much for you to keep you trapped, God knows I made this mistake too much in the past…” He continues.

The ugly clock on the wall strikes eight pm. Time has relatively lost its meaning after twenty-four hours of racing and a lifetime of denial.

“How was it? When I left,” Max asks, squeezing Charles' hand.

“I'd lie if I said I didn't like it. I won it all without you. But it wasn't like when I raced you, it wasn't like 2025 when I won by a point and nearly kissed you on the podium… I felt lonely, in a way, without you. The glory didn't taste exactly right without you…” Charles explains.

“I watched you until retirement in 2030…” Max admits. “You're right when you say we're the same. I think I love you, Charles. I fucked up my life enough, I can tell you and not be scared…”

Charles sighs, sympathetically. Being outed to the press after years of distance from the showbiz wasn't fun for Max. Charles knows how it feels to have dirty laundry aired for everyone to see.

“Then you came to Ferrari to do this thing…” Charles snickers.

“You were there… How couldn't I come home?” Max asks, looking Charles straight in the eyes.

“I missed you, fuck if I missed you, Max,” Charles whispers, resting his forehead against Max's.

“I'm right here now…” Max answers back, on Charles's lips, breathing the same air.

[talyayet474]

Jennifer Lopez

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The math just adds up!

[sapphic-storm69]

Spiderverse thots

[negraarmadura]

Mine

[ewokacja-a]

[deloveusion]

[angsty-art-ist]

edit: stop being fucking annoying in the notes or i'll turn this car around so help me

[magnusbae]

To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:

A post in 2023:

A post in 2014:

A zoom out of the same post:

This is what a community looks like.

See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.

It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.

Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.

If you want more of something, reblog it.

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

SPIDERS AHHHHH

[lildoodlenoodle]

Have we talked about the Miguel Burger yet?

I just wanna know if it was his idea, if he authorized it, or do the other spiders just think it’s rlly fucking funny and do it to annoy the guy?

I need to know WHY

[mariaajade]

[forsapphics]

Two couples of women kissing (1900s)

[negraarmadura]

Hugs. ✨

[pokeberry5]

boy hostage (spiritual successor to this)

big brother to the rescue:

[quirinah]

she dun on my geon till i meshi