#max 2025

[theroyalsandi]

Dutch Royal Family - Royal Tiaras worn by female members of the Royal Family as they attends the state banquet hosted in honour of the visiting Sultan of Oman, Haitham bin Tarik at the Royal Palace in Amsterdam, Netherlands. | April 15, 2025

The Queen - Württemberg Ornate Pearl Tiara

The Princess of Orange - Mellerio Ruby Tiara

Princess Viktória of Bourbon-Parma - Sapphire Necklace Tiara

[theomenmedia]

Max is bringing the heat in the rest of 2025 with explosive action, fantasy epics, and more!

Max is bringing the heat in the rest of 2025 with explosive action, fantasy epics, and more! Check out what’s coming soon in our latest article.

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[countingstars-17]

THE CROWD CHANTING "DUDUDUDU MAX VERSTAPPEN" IS EVERYTHING TO ME

[ef-1]

Kimi Antonelli getting his first pole and breaking the youngest pole sitter record by 2 years and then GETTING THE HELMET STUCK ON HIS HEAD AS DRIVERS COME YO CONGRATULATE HIM AND HE ASKS THE PIRELLI GUY FOR HELP 😭😭😭

[44nymeria33]

They took his child from him😭

[ilustrali]

max and his ducklings rookies 🦆🐤✨

[isacksteban]

[li-rheinn]

[ynbabe]

Charles: Is five a lot of followers?

Max: Depends on the context.

Max: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers.

Max: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

Charles and Max turning around to find the rookies sneaking up behind them:

[theroyalsandi]

Dutch Royal Family - The Queen is wearing the Württemberg Ornate Pearl Tiara with the Insignia of the Order of Oman as they hosted a State Banquet in honour of Sultan Haitham bin Tariq Al Said at the Royal Palace in Amsterdam, Netherlands (Photos by Robin Utrecht) | April 15, 2025

[valyrfia]

predictions for the f1 2025 car launch in london:

someone forgets to send out the dress code. george russell turns up in an immaculately pressed suit, lando norris turns up in black sweatpants.

the british drivers are raised onto the stage like they’re in the eras tour

the non-british drivers have to come in through the crowd entrance and buy their own tickets

christian horner still hasn’t decided who’s filling that second red bull seat. as a result max is accompanied on stage by what seems to be three untrained rookies in a trenchcoat

speaking of max, he doesn’t speak a word the entire night preferring instead to communicate short answers in sign language.

the hosts keep trying to awkwardly fill time à la eurovision song contest

there are at least two fistfights

and one dogfight (leo and roscoe)

pierre and esteban stand next to each other at first before they have to awkwardly be reminded that they’re not teammates anymore

someone makes a thinly veiled reference to the mclaren 2024 rear wing

kimi antonelli gets booed (british crowd) and about half the grid has to be physically restrained from jumping on the audience

toto wolff tries to seduce max yet again.

max audibly laughs at him. this is the only time we hear his voice all night.

oscar piastri gets visibly teary at the sight of drs since it’s the last time it’ll be used in f1

fred vasseur makes an insane prediction on how many races ferrari will win. everyone laughs at him.

he ends up being absolutely right

fernando turns up in another team’s colours

it’s later revealed that one team paid the sound engineers to play thunderous applause when their car was revealed

one livery will merit audible laughter

it will be alpine’s.

[countingstars-17]

max and fernando selfies over the years

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗜'𝗩𝗘 𝗚𝗢𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟 max verstappen x girlfriend! reader ( fluff ) fic summary , when max gets distracted during dinner at a restaurant, you take the opportunity to pay the bill, unbeknownst to the following consequences (0.3k)

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You do it without thinking.

The bill comes. You catch the waiter’s eye. A nod, a quick swipe of your card before Max even notices the leather folder has landed.

“Done,” you hum, slipping your phone back into your pocket like you didn’t just commit a betrayal of royal proportions.

Max blinks. Then blinks again.

“Wait—wait, what?”

He looks at the empty table, the missing receipt, the absence of that tiny faux-leather bill folder like he’s watching the Titanic sink all over again.

You grin at him, smug and sunlit. “Too slow, Verstappen.”

He stares at you like you just kicked his cat. “You paid?”

“Yeah?”

“You—paid for our dinner?”

You frown, suddenly unsure. “I mean... yeah? It’s not a big deal. You always pay. I just thought I’d get this one.”

Silence.

Max leans back in his chair like the weight of the betrayal physically hits him. One arm tossed across the backrest, the other pressed over his heart like a fallen war hero.

“Not a big deal?” he breathes. “You’re my princess.”

You try not to laugh but it bubbles up anyway. “And?”

“And I pay for the princess.”

“Max—”

“No, no. Don’t ‘Max’ me right now. This is serious.”

You roll your eyes, still laughing. “You sound ridiculous.”

He leans forward, all fake intensity and smolder. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me? I had a whole plan. I was gonna pay. I was gonna pull out your chair, walk you to the car, tuck your hand in my jacket like a cheesy romcom—”

“You already did that last week,” you tease.

“Exactly. It’s tradition.”

You soften, leaning toward him over the now-empty table. “Just let me spoil you a little, Maxie. One meal. That’s all.”

He sighs, defeated, letting his head fall dramatically into his hands. “This is worse than Monaco 2021.”

You laugh so hard your ribs hurt.

Then he peeks at you from between his fingers. “Okay. But you’re letting me get dessert.”

“You mean the one we’re sharing?”

“No. I’m getting you dessert. Because you’re my—?”

You groan. “Princess.”

“Say it with some feeling.”

“Your princess.”

He beams. “Exactly.”

[mysteriouslyjovialcolor]

Had to immediately watch this again, cause HOW????

[cadillacjohnf1]

how me and my best friend look having the most delusional conversation ever (we're both crashing out):

[dudutudu-maxlestappen]

reminder that this is the face max was staring at

i understand why

charles dripping sweat, flushed cheeks, hair completely disheveled, and looking like THAT??

i’d stare at my emotional support rival too if i were max