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>read an amazing carcar wip on tumblr

>send an ask to the author telling them how amazing it is

>see the full fic on ao3

>delightfully read it

>dead

Yknow be proud of yourself bc your ask literally reminded me that wip existed and thats what led to the rest.

High key I need to be singing praises to you, I was literally going through the worst writers block and you ended it so. THANK YOUUUU <3333

(Don't die on me now you mean to much to this narrative) (also I'm so happy you liked the full ver 💗!)

(Shamless plug) Read 'why me?' here!

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hi diva I miss you sm 🥹

Stop.... 🥹

Miss you too liv<3 I've been so busy these days, literally haven't even posted here other than reblogs 😔

Hit me up sometime for a proper catch-up!

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For the life of me I cannot figure out what "**** **********" is supposed to be and it is genuinely driving me crazy

I literally can't in good faith say what it is. I NEED plausible deniability. All I can say is: I'm very much a full ******

If you can't figure that out, I fear you must live in the unknown forever or like idk just dm me and I'll admit the shame in the privacy of our chats 🤮😔

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why is jenson and nico called PrincessCake? i'm assuming that princess refers to Nico

Yep, princess is nico, and like, we all know why. It's the same reason he was nicknamed Britney: he's pretty, and the drivers wanted to poke fun at him for it.

The cake part, though, it ALWAYS leaves my giggling. So basically, bfr jenson was starting his 200th gp they asked him whether getting a good result — in this race especially— mattered to him. For some reason, jenson took this question completely differently and just went on abt how much he loves cake😭😭

I genuinely can not make this up. My man said the word cake more than 10 times in one sentence, and he wouldn't STOP💀

Wait let me see if I can find the clip😝

Source

FOUND IT!!!

And there you have it! The origin story of princess cake😭

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If lestappen we're teammates i fear they would be brocedes part 2 lets be fr

They wouldn't even be brocedes bc.

brocedes was lewis making snide remarks abt nico and nico talking in different languages to exclude lewis but also somehow looking teary in ever post-race interview.

No, lestappen wouldn't do any of that. They'd be something else completely. Max would straight up be going around shouting profanities abt charles to any interviewer willing to listen. Charles would be seen having multiple private conversations with their team boss. Team orders would be left ignored, podium finishes would be turned into DNFs, any race with them next to each other would literally lead to new track rules being created.

And then also they'd come out into pre-race, beginning of the week press conferences and talk abt just how amazing of a driver the other is.

Like the switch ups would be inSANE.😭

Lewis would literally call nico and organise a meet-up bc their feud would simply look like child's play in front of whatever rancid shit lestappen had going on.

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I've had this in my inbox for so long bc I literally just like looking at it and giggling😭 I'm so sorry anon, I am never posting the ask, the lewis and nico part is SENDING me, ur so right this is so true💀

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Yknow the first thought that came into my mind when I’m reading the carcar.

Ik Carlos would not want to leave McLaren but what if? Like if Carlos doesn’t want to like have a tense relationship with Mclaren so he offered himself like idk move to another?

What will Osc do then when he sees Carlos having a better chemistry, in the media maybe, with another?

Okay sue me but i just like the trope where Osc is the one who realizes it too late, jealous osc of course, and well yknow 👀

Anon!!! Yes!! I was thinking abt this too.

While I do think Oscar would realise just how much he doesn't hate Carlos, and actually just loves Carlos, and wants to fuck that Greek God of a man, or get fucked by him (he's not picky Carlos can do whatever he wants to him and Oscar would take every bit of it, starved man that he is), before it's too late — the realisation is mainly triggered by Zak asking Oscar if he wants a new race engineer.

I can already see a different path, where Zak just doesn't ask Oscar. Suddenly, Oscar is being introduced to someone new and Carlos is nowhere to be seen. No sign of the man he hates anywhere. He tries asking around, tries going to the mechanics, going to lando, but he gets shut down immediately. No one wants to talk to him abt how the man they adored got fired because of him.

Two races later, and Oscar thinks he's going crazy. He hates this. His results have taken a downwards nose-dive and all he can think abt is stupidly perfect hair, large brown eyes, and a soft smug smirk.

Until. He walks past the Ferrari garage. There are way too many giggles coming from inside of it, and Oscar's been here long enough to recognise Charles' unique laugh anywhere. But who the fuck is making him this hysterical? No one is that funny, yet Charles is just not stopping. His head turns a little to take a glimpse—

Stupidly perfect hair. Large brown eyes. Soft smug smirk. An ugly red shirt, crinkling as Charles grasps onto it for support through his squeaks. What the fuck

Oscar is gonna burn this whole ass hospitality to the ground. Oscar is gonna drive into Charles this race and every race after. What the fuck.

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please tell us what your two favourite ships are 😍

I shall answer this question bc even now no one in my inbox has asked abt the ship😔

*DRUMROLLLLL*

it's charlos and Versainz- ABDJWOFJSLGKWJFJEOFOWK I LOVE THESE 2 SHIPS SO MUCH. EVEN BETTER IF ITS ALL 3 OF THEM TOGETHER🤭😤😤🔥

YOULL NEVER GET THEM LIKE I DO😤😤😤 LOOK AT THIS. FEAST YOURSELF UPON THEM.😤

(I'll reblog this with my ship template bc I've reached the pic limits😭)

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Charlos - divorce

For the driver lauring and random word

Prompt word: Divorce | Pairing: Charlos

Can be read as part 1 to this

Carlos knew he was crying, could feel the slow wetness against his cheeks, the uncontrollable shake in his fingers as his body refused to cooperate with him.

The phone in his hand slipped slightly — the call had long ended, yet the device had remained in its position next to his ear. A slow stream of acknowledgement coursed through him —

It was done. It was over. There was nothing more after this.

He didn’t know what to do now, should he go and make the breakfast smoothie he normally had at this time? Go cut up half the strawberries he normally did, pour half the amount of milk he usually did? Should he go look at the unfinished nursery they had so meticulously been planning? Figure out what to do with the newly bought pastel blue crib, the baby monitor so recently installed?

Should he ignore the missing half of his heart? Force himself to breathe the same amount with half his arteries gone?

He didn’t know.

How had it even come to this? They were doing so good. They were planning to adopt a baby, for god’s sake! Carlos had only bid Charles goodbye a mere week ago, kissing his husband softly on the lips as the other man boarded his flight to go attend another one of those nonsensical Ferrari meetings. They had shared a happy smile— had said the usual ‘I love you’s’ to each other. Charles had said it, he’d clearly told Carlos he loved him. His lover had looked straight into his eyes and told him he couldn’t wait to be back, to finally go and look at the adoption centres that they both had so joyfully made lists of.

Yet, here Carlos stood — his whole world crashing down in front of him, legs trembling as he tried his best to remain upright; tried his best to ignore the absence of the slimmer, paler body that he’d grown so accustomed to having next to him.

The Williams driver sat down, body creaking and groaning as it settled against the hardwood floor beneath him.

How could Charles do this to him. How could he do this.

Sure, the leaked photos of them together were sudden and undeniable — their fingers intertwined as they stood next to each other in the vegetable aisle of their local grocery shop, smiles on both their faces, noses an inch apart and eyes crinkled with love — but Carlos had thought that this was finally it. They’d finally come out; he’d finally be able to hold his husband’s hand in public, finally be able to kiss his cariño openly after a particularly good race, wrap his arms around the other during race weekends without having to worry about anything.

A cold laugh left him.

Oh, how he’d thought. How he’d believed.

What a fool he was, calling Charles excitedly in hopes of sharing his joy with his husband. What a fool.

He’d been met with nothing but silence, an extended ring as his call went to voicemail; Carlos had thought nothing of it, pressing the dial button a total of two more times before coming to the conclusion that Charles must be busy — and it was probably time for him to sleep anyway, Charles would probably call him later and then they could finally celebrate.

What a fool.

The only thing he’d received from Charles was a four line text. Ferrari wanted them to act like it was just another old teammate photoshoot. The tifosi wouldn’t accept this relationship. Ferrari couldn’t accept this relationship. Ferrari would drop him if he were to remain with Carlos.

The dark haired man had laughed, he’d laughed and laughed, laughed when he realised Charles had blocked his number, laughed when Charles’ lawyers had called him, laughed when he’d been told that the divorce papers would be mailed to him, laughed as he choked and sobbed and left bloodied marks against the kitchen counter he’d gripped.

Carlos’ head thunked against the rustic floor.

God. Let this be a nightmare, god. Give me mercy, god.

WHAT ABT A HI? A HELLO? A HOW R U DOING? DO I LOOK LIKE A COMMON WHORE ANON??😔 Nah lmfao I hope this matched ur expectations💗, I did get a little bit carried away with it though😭 (in my defense I WAS listening to 'traitor' by Olivia while writing this😤)

Divider by @cafekitsune

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100% rancid vibes throughout the season and then the day it ends everything goes back to how it was before. Nothing changes but in a jarring way. Repeat next season. Then 10 years later interview about how in hindsight it was a little bit fun. Basically what happened in karting but worse.

Yes!!! I'm crying I can literally just imagine max on a redline stream post-season quoting and giggling at some pr fake ass line charles had said abt him in some interview😭. Then as soon as the next season starts—

BAM. Full on sending it on each other, literally racing for the P9 and P10 spot bc the car is so shit but they still wanna be better than the other.

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Charlos - Remarriage

Prompt word: Remarriage | Pairing: Charlos

Can be read as part 2 to this

Carlos had been in the cereal aisle when he’d heard him. The now retired driver had been busy arguing with the four-year-old girl tucked in his left arm, trying his best — and failing horribly — to convince her that honeyed cheerios were a much better option than those chocolate Coco Pops she’d been obsessed with, he had to get her to eat healthier, ¡por Dios! No matter how little of an improvement this was, at least it would be something.

Isabella had been tugging at his already greying hair when he’d heard the harsh clatter of something being dropped. And then. A mortifyingly familiar accent as the culprit swore in french.

He had turned around; brown eyes settling on the messy brunette hair of the other man.

Carlos had sighed, “Joder. I was doing so well, too.”

It’d been a year now since that abrupt meeting, and as Carlos stood in the open doorway of his daughter’s room; head leaning against the wall, a smile on his soft lips while he watched his Charles tuck the little girl in, leaving a kiss against her forehead, he was so glad he’d let this happen, let the other man back into his life — even if it had once caused him so much turmoil.

Charles’ head had whipped up so quick, frantic eyes meeting Carlos’ own tired ones as the Ferrari-

No. No, it was RedBull now, wasn’t it?—

as the RedBull driver had lurched forward in an attempt to step closer to him. The Spaniard had been quick to take a step back, hands tightening around Isabella, bringing her closer to himself in a poor attempt to shield the other man from her sight.

“Mon Dieu.”

Carlos felt ill.

“Cahlos,” he was going to throw up, he was going to wretch his guts out with his daughter in his arms.

“Where have you been?”

Carlos made his way towards his partner, footsteps turning muted as he stepped onto the fluffy blue rug that carpeted Isabella’s floors, “mi corazón, come here. She is already sleeping, come with me.” Charles looked up at him from where he was sitting next to the bed, blinking drowsily as his hand reached out to grasp at Carlos’ outstretched one, “come cariño,” he pulled the other man up, “I want to talk to you.”

He didn’t really understand what had happened next. One second Charles was there, standing unnaturally still while staring at his beautiful baby, the next, he’d been right in front of him — talking a mile a minute as he begged Carlos to meet with him at the local coffee shop, begged Carlos to let him explain, begged Carlos to just hear him out, please. I swear you do not have to see me ever again after, but please, please, just this once, please— all the while snatching quick glimpses at Isabella, as if unsure what to focus on. A third second, and he’d been gone, no trace of him left behind — a ghost.

“¿Quién era ese, papá?” (Who was that, papa?)

Oh fuck.

“Cariño. I think- I think we’re ready, no?” The black haired man whispered, “I think we’re ready.” Green eyes widened, “Are you sure, Cahlos?” His lover asked hesitantly, “what I did to you it cannot be forgiven, it is unforgiv-”

“Sharles. It is me who decides what I will forgive, what I will forget.” His tanned fingers rub soothing circles against the — almost fragile — hand they held, “what happened- it was bad Charles, but I have made it my past, cariño. I am so happy, so happy that I went to the coffee shop. What Ferrari put you through was horrible, and it was wrong for you to hide it from me, to put me through that hurt without telling me why.” He wipes at the tears dripping down the other man’s cheeks.

“But that is the past now, mi vida. You are not with them anymore, you are with a team who supports you now.”

“It- it’s been five years now.” A shaking voice, “it’s all so different.”

“It may be different, but we are still the same, carino — and look at mi princesa, she loves you even more than me now!” Carlos teases.

Charles lets out a giggle before sighing, “okay. Okay.”

The man in front of him grins, “yeah? We’re giving it a go?” His eyes crinkle, “A second marriage? No. Hm. A Retry-marriage? Remarriage? I think that is the word!”

His heart sings as he hears the driver laugh. Oh, how far they’d come.

Can't say much abt this, other than the fact that it might be a little worse than my other works, bc I was lowkey out of motivation near the end of it😭 sorry anon😔✋🏽. I think I might take a little more time responding to prompt ideas now bc I fr need to get on the study grind😤, but I'd love to hear u guys' thoughts and opinions on my works💗🤭

Also, sidenote, it's getting so hard finding matching aesthetic pics of these drivers😭🔫

Divider creds to @cafekitsune ♡

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Princess Cake, Letter

Prompt word: Letter | Pairing: Princess Cake

Jenson hadn't been in when the letter had been delivered to his house. He’d come home from a lovely dinner with Mark, stripped down to his boxers, brushed his teeth and then slept like the dead.

The driver had woken up the next day, none the wiser to what was in his post, and had gone about his morning routine lazily; eating breakfast and doing the daily house chores before — finally — deciding to step out and check his mailbox for any new envelopes.

He should’ve known. He should’ve realised immediately, should’ve recognised the letter was from him, he’d always ripped the corners of any sort of paper he had his hands on, always left those tiny (almost unnoticeable) tears at the edges. Jenson hadn’t known, though. He hadn’t looked.

He hadn’t looked.

He’d opened the envelope casually, had licked the tip of his index finger and unfolded the paper as if it were any normal mail. And then—

Jenson doesn’t quite remember what had happened, had only come back to himself while he was booking the flight; his phone in his left hand while his right one haphazardly stuffed an assortment of random clothes into his suitcase.

The letter had been direct, straight to the point — an address, a plea for his presence, and a signature at the end.

What an idiot, Jenson had chuckled softly to himself later in the plane, who the hell signs a letter like that.

Then again, Nico was always pulling shit like this — desperate to remain formal, to have any feel of normalcy he could when things went awry.

His smile had dropped quickly after that thought.

He’s standing outside the hotel room door now, hand knocking incessantly against the dark wood as his foot taps against the tiled floor impatiently, “Nico!”

“Nico, I swear to God if you don’t open this door right now! Nic-”

“Jense.” A sob. A squeak as the door opens.

Nico’s finally in clear view of him; trembling hands holding the handle, his body drowning in an oversized hoodie, hair mussed up as if he’d run his fingers through them repeatedly, and he's crying. He's crying.

Jenson lets go of his suitcase, immediately pulling Nico forward, wrapping up the man in his embrace and pushing the other’s tear stained face into his chest.

“Nico- sweetheart, what’s happened? What’s wrong?”

“Jense. Jense-” A wail this time.

Jenson could feel his heart breaking, his thoughts frantic as he pulled Nico even closer, panicked fingers reaching up to hold the blonde’s soft face.

“Love. love, tell me what’s wrong, please,” he caresses the wet skin beneath his thumb,”Nico, please. Tell me what’s wrong, I’m here now, I'm here. I’ll fix it, I promise”

“I don’t know what to do-” hitched breaths, “I lost my phone, and I can’t remember what to do and he left me all alone, Jense! He left me, and I want to go home!”

Oh. Oh.

Jenson let his body fall still, let Nico bury himself back into his chest as the taller man sighed in relief. He could fix this. It was okay.

“Oh, love. It’s okay. Let’s go home, yeah?”

His hold around Nico tightened as he felt the blue-eyed man relax against him. Jenson could already feel the brief sense of ease that had filled him fading away as a seething rage grew in its place.

Lewis.

Lewis would pay for this.

I love princess cake so much, so seeing this request in my inbox had me GUSHING🤭 Hopefully, you had just a good time reading this as I had writing it💗 Also, I listened to 'Tere Mere (from "Chef")' while writing this, and it made me realise that the songs I play genuinely have an effect on what I write😭 (you'll get it if u listen to the song)

As always, credits to @cafekitsune for the dividers♡

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I am here after reading the divorce prompt for Charlos because it made me sob. (I loved it even though it made me cry so bad)

Mu word is cuddles and the pairing is Charlos.

Love ya 🩷

Prompt word: Cuddles | Pairing: Charlos

It’s raining outside when Charles hears the familiar ring of his doorbell. He untangles himself from the blankets surrounding him; pulling himself off the worn-out rocking chair he’d been curled up on, joints cracking as he stretches out lazily and takes one last look at the floor length window in front him — a display of dark clouds and abrupt flashes of lightning.

The Ferrari driver makes his way towards the door. Who was out there at this hour anyway? It was literally the dead of night, not to mention how hard it was thundering outside. They should be happy that Charles was even awake right now.

Long fingers pull the sleeves of his sweatshirt down, a sudden chill settling in him now that he wasn’t covered up in the various different quilts he’d placed on top of himself. The doorbell rings again, shifting him into motion as he pushes his glasses up before finally grasping the cold handle.

“Cahlos.”

“Sharles.”

The other man is slouched over in the hallway, hair and clothes soaking wet, leaving no doubt he’d been stupid enough to walk the ten minute distance between their buildings without an umbrella or raincoat of any sort.

“Cahlos! Idiota! What are you doing, come inside right now!” Charles tugs at him hurriedly, “Go wait in the bathroom while I bring you a new set of clothes!”

“Sharl-“

“I swear to god if you say anything, but ‘yes, Charles' to me right now, I will tape your mouth closed and rid you of those clothes myself.”

“Kinky.”

“Cahlos!”

“Okay. Okay. Cálmate, I am going, I am going.”

“Good,” Charles huffs, hands on his hips as he watches Carlos walk towards the bathroom, only moving away when he sees his teammate turn the knob. The green-eyed man picks through the fresh laundry on the sofa next to him, fingers pinching and caressing different fabrics as he tries to find something soft and warm for his unexpected guest. A beige pair of sweats make the cut, and Charles stumbles over to the bathroom, knocking at the door and handing Carlos the clothes when a hand reaches out.

“Gracias,” A sliver of light escaping behind him as he steps out.

“You do not need to thank me, you buffoon! You would have frozen to death if I hadn’t given you anything!”

“Sharles,” large hands reaching out to grip his waist.

“Cahlos,” his own trailing down to settle over the ones touching him, “Why are you here?”

“I did it Sharles. I signed the contract.”

“Oh, mon amour,” and suddenly, Charles is just as quick as the lightning outside — dragging Carlos towards the spacious chair he had been residing on, spreading his legs as he hauls the other onto his lap. The driver cuddles him close, feels the shiver that racks up the doe-eyed man’s body.

Carlos’ burly fingers tangle themselves into Charles’ hair, hand tightening as he loses himself into the warmth he’s pressed up against.

“You'll do so well, Cahlos. You’ll bring that team back to the top, mon amour.”

POOKIE😩 I hoped u liked this pookie🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼, I was listening to 'What was I made for?' when writing this (I have no idea why😭) and it made me kinda emotional abt carlos going to williams😔 (which is what I'm referencing in this prompt by the way guys🫠) ANYWAY, tell me if you liked it or not!!!💗

As always, divider credits to @cafekitsune ♡

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hi pooks! can you write for brocedes with the random word hotel 🙈 lysm mwah mwah congrats on 600!!

Prompt word: Hotel | Pairing: Brocedes

The scene in front of him is breathtakingly beautiful.

A cacophony of blues, pinks and reds that intertwine and blur into each other, casting hues of gold into the sea as it begins it’s slow embrace of the sun.

Nico could stay here forever — watch the honeyed sunlight melt into deep waters till there's nothing left, and then wait right there as a new day passes and the cycle starts all over again — endless.

He shifts a little; his back sore from the uncomfortably-shaped balcony chair he's seated on, he knows Lewis is going to be cross with him later, is probably going to lecture him about self-care and what not, but the world champion is too tired to care about anything right now — let alone Lewis’ weird protectiveness over his health.

Nico sighs, he missed Lewis.

For all his infatuation with the sight before him, the blonde haired man would give it up in an instant if it meant having Lewis by his side again — the slow dance of blues and pinks and reds may take his breath away; but the soft golden-brown of Lewis’ skin, the infinite black of Lewis’ eyes, that— that left him with no air at all.

He’d been cooped up in this hotel room for a week now, lazily shifting between the bed and the balcony — an occasional trip outside sometimes; walking down streets shaded by never-ending trees, sitting on benches wrapped in leafy vines as he licked drops of melted ice-cream off his fingers.

Nico never wanted to leave. Wanted to spend the rest of his life like this. Didn’t even want to think about the plane ticket he’d placed in the bedside drawer.

A quiet ruffling draws the man out of his thoughts, blue eyes moving upwards as he tries to find the perpetrator of the noise.

There are two birds a few metres in front of him, brown feathers brushing against white ones, their wings stretched out and tense while loose talons tear against the clouds surrounding them. There is something wrong with the white one, it’s left wing crooked and bent, yet—

Oh. Nico’s eyes crinkle, lips curling softly. What a wonder it is, he thinks — watching where the brown sparrow had placed itself. To live. Right below the lower left side of it’s counterpart’s body. To love. Holding up the extra weight that the other could not.

“Man, what are you doing?”

The retired driver looks behind him, musings of wings and feathers vanishing immediately as a pout falls on his lips, “I missed you.”

“Nico-” A chuckle, I was gone for ten minutes.”

Nico sniffs haughtily, “ten minutes too long,” he frowns.

“Babe! I literally asked you if you wanted to come with me!”

“Yes. Well-”

“Oh shut up and come inside before the food gets cold. And don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’re sitting on that chair again.”

Nico rolls his eyes, pulling himself up and arching his back as he steps inside — groaning in pleasure as he feels a few satisfactory pops, “I want a hug.”

“Oh my god, you are so clingy.”

Yet there are arms wrapping around him instantly, blanketing him in a cocoon of warmth and love that he lets himself melt into.

“You okay, babe?” Lewis asks quietly. And Nico can feel the sincerity, the care; he can already feel the tears forming, can’t really believe that he has this now — will have this forever. Maybe.

“You won’t leave me when we go back home, will you? When the season starts? I won’t be on the grid anymore.”

“Oh Nico. I’m not going to leave you ever,” Lewis murmurs into his hair, “I know I can’t change the past few years, but that's never going to happen again, okay?”

“Yeah. Okay.” A nod, beaded braids brushing against the skin of his face, “Never again.”

Dark lips graze against his closed eyes. Nico’s grip on Lewis’ sweater tightens, a sudden lightness in his chest.

Liv!!! Finally done with this for you, and honestly, I just had to do fluff bc I have read way too much angst abt them😔✋🏽. I hope this matched ur expectations, meri jaan💗 ALSO, in the time it took me to write this, I gained a 100 (A HUNDRED😵‍💫🤭) more followers!! So the happiness just keeps going<3

I have also just given up on finding aesthetically matching pics of the drivers😭 (I scoured pinterest for an hour bfr ending up on nico's YouTube vids and taking ss's from there🙂🔫)

ANWAY, FEEL FREE TO DROP BY WHENEVER POOKS (this goes to all of you)🫶🏼���

Divider creds to @cafekitsune as always♡

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Re: your post about "ferrari is to blame" about charles and carlos. No. Well, yes: Ferrari has let it get this bad, I don't know what Sainz has in his contract for the team to let him get away with this (or they truly just don't care), but there's only one driver ignoring team orders, orders and plans both the drivers agreed prior to the race. It's been like that for YEARS. Every time Sainz has a moment to best Charles, even if it ruins both of their races, he's taken them. Ferrari has allowed it to happen, but Sainz is the one who goes against the plans they've made, he's never thought about Ferrari, only about himself.

Hiii!!

Starting off, Carlos has literally nothing in his contract with the team, bc at this point, my man doesn't even HAVE a contract with the team anymore LMFAOO. Literally 2 races left. What are they even gonna do💀✋🏽

This brings me to my second point, and that is: THERE WAS NO RACE TO RUIN. there is literally no way the team could've gotten a better result than p3 and p4.😭

Also, as I've mentioned bfr: if I was a driver and my team refused to listen to me even when I told them REPEATEDLY to do smthmg that would benefit both drivers, and when they finally did it they weren't even ready, leading to me being at risk of a penalty, and then they asked me not to pressure my teammate who was literally NOT EVEN IN FRONT OF ME, and all this so said teammate could just get 2ND PLACE in the wdc, not to mention that the result would literally not affect the wcc at ALL... yh call me rb sebastian vettel the way I'd be stuntin on these hoes.😝🔥🗣

So. Yes. This is all a ferrari made problem, bc both charles and carlos are in the right as they are RIVALS who are COMPETING against each other in one of the most ADRENALINE FILLED, TOP sport, where getting a better result then your teammate is REALLY IMPORTANT to ur career.☺️🤭

Ferrari is the one doing the miscommunication. They're the one making promises that shouldn't even be made in the first place😀

Andddd I just like seeing absolute rancid teammate rivalries, I love it when drivers fuck all and just ball. (I am such a changed fan to what I once was😌🤞🏼)

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Max and Charles for your ship thing

ANON. WHAT DID UEXPECT?? OFC, THEYRE LITERALLY ONE OF THE BEST?? (Not my 'best otp of all otps' bc I have 2 that top everything for me) (I'll only say if someone asks abt them🤭). LOOK AT THEM???

LOOK AT THE WAY THEY LOOK AT EACH OTHER?? (THE looks are literally the reasons I've put them in 'cuteness overload') and they have the best story too😩😩 childhood rivals who are enemies, to adult rivals who are lovers. Like tell me thats not what u want from a ship. UGH🫠🫠

I have read so many fics abt them it's acc insane.

I can say so much more abt them, so much abt the dynamics and their behaviours, but I fear u all are not ready for the insanity that lives in my mind😔✊🏽

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