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j. | she/her | writing sideblog | ao3: peargasly main: mchonda

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main blog: @mchonda

ao3: peargasly

main writing tag: j's writing

ships:

charlando

landoscar

norrussell

piarles

sebchal

wips:

us first (posts related to us first)

abo au

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would yall hate me if i merged this with my main blog i cant be bothered to keep posting stuff to different blogs

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obvs i’d reupload anything i wrote on here

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i just read hell: the f1 groupchat and obviously it was written five years ago but it just brought such a smile on my face so thank you :) 🫶🏻

OMG!!! i was just rereading that the other day 😭 also the fact that it’s been 5 years 🚬 thank you for this message 💜

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would yall hate me if i merged this with my main blog i cant be bothered to keep posting stuff to different blogs

[greelin]

[WHILE WEARING BOTH A HAT & SHOES WITH JINGLING BELLS ON THEM] Am i just some sort of joke to you

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It's a Kind of Magic

Pairing: hand-wavy Charles Leclerc/Lando Norris, mostly platonic everyone & everyone and a little bit of Kimi Antonelli/Oliver Bearman Rating: M Warnings: Depictions of Violence, Temporary Character Death (very temporary) Short summary: Ollie wants to prove to the drivers that Charles and Lando have superpowers. PowerPoints ensue.

Hm. I don't know what this is. It was initially meant to be super duper cracky and dumb, and now it's - not. It's something different. I also don't know where this came from, I wrote it in one sitting after drinking quite a bit of Jamaican rum. Think 'PowerPoint presentation night gets interrupted because everyone's grieving someone who's still alive.' that's it that's the fic

Hope you all enjoy!!

[monacobby]

thinking thoughts about this shot 🚬

[merclando]

everyone staring at the fireworks i’m staring at whispering and giggling kittens

[kichona-s]

the shirts look fucking dumb

[pinsaroulettes]

BAHRAIN, BAHRAIN - MARCH 31, 2019: Sebastian Vettel consoles third placed finisher Charles Leclerc of Monaco and Ferrari during the F1 Grand Prix of Bahrain

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thinking so intently about a charlando charles to mclaren au

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everyone (including lando) thinks it’s going to be absolute carnage. taking one spoiled cat and dropping him in another spoiled cats home turf. how could it not be anything but a disaster. and then it’s just….not.

no one is as surprised as lando. he’s always been territorial over mclaren—not in a “they must treat me better than the Other Guy” but in a “i have seen this team at their worst and their best and ill gut you if you act like they’re not giving their best every single day” kind of way. the car that season isn’t the rocket ship it was but it’s still capable of winning and he expects charles to come in, charm everyone, make them all think he’s happy with the car and the team and committed only to be meeting in back rooms with other teams, planning an escape route…or maybe lando is just projecting.

charles stays as late as lando most weekends, smiling at him with grease on his hands and face and leo curled up in a ball on the workbenches. more often than not, one can find charles (and leo) bothering lando asking question after question after question: “is this understeer normal?” “do you take your mechanics out for dinner? should i take mine out? i do not want to come on too strong” “can you take the first upgrade so i don’t look stupid if it’s actually awful”

questions about the car turn into questions about the car while they lay low in landos drivers room and then they turn into questions about the car over dinner and in hotel rooms and then their apartments and it’s months before lando realizes they don’t talk about the car anymore but lando has an overpriced dog bed both in his apartment and his drivers room and charles’ stupid clothes littered around his guest room and it’s on a cold as fuck morning at 3am, standing on the sidewalk outside his building while leo sniffs out a good spot to go potty that lando begins to wonder if charles accidentally moved into his apartment.

and charles has no clue what he’s doing he just knows he hates the way people talk to him about lando. little things like how they can’t wait to see charles put lando in his place, to make his life hell and charles wanted to do those things before but only bc lando is a racer and charles is a racer and racers want to beat each other. these people talk about him and lando like they talked about him and seb—as if they were dying dogs and charles was the savior come to put them out of their misery.

so maybe charles goes a little overboard making sure that lando is happy about them being teammates but he reasons that a happy lando is a lando that is at the top of his game and that is the lando he wants to beat—the champion not the beaten down version charles has seen over the years. (and a happy lando doesn’t look at charles like he’s already writing his goodbye post for when charles leaves him and the team in a year or so) and then making lando happy becomes less about racing and more about just making lando happy bc charles likes his smile and his gaspy little laughs and the way he talks about the mclarens front wing with a mouth full of pasta while they have dinner at lando’s kitchen table. and pierre doesn’t believe him when he says he really didn’t know he was effectively dating lando until he was measuring lando’s front door to see if his piano could fit through it.

[eightyonefour]

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if you ever need to know where i picked up many of my storytelling habits you just need to read the lightning-struck heart by tj klune

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guys this is so embarrassing so much of us first was inspired by this story how did i not REMEMBER

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if you ever need to know where i picked up many of my storytelling habits you just need to read the lightning-struck heart by tj klune

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thinking so intently about a charlando charles to mclaren au

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I think I’ve got to know about ????????

MDMFMFMFK so that’s just my lazy title for the intergalactic adventures of the mclaren and its crew bc when i started hear that hungry noise i had NOTHING just a feeling and then boom i had a whole universe built but i can give you a snippet of the potential second installment

Lando wakes and doesn’t know where he is for a moment. Because he’s comfortable and warm and the orcs never let him be either of those things. His heart thuds, Essence seeping out before a familiar snore floods his ear.

It all comes back to him. The boys, his family, finding him after years of capture and dragging him back onto the McLaren, Lewis’ shaky voice, the new guy and his electric heart.

Lando opens his eyes and finds himself in the dim infirmary. Charles has squeezed himself onto the medical bed beside him, face smushed into Lando’s shoulder and drooling on his medical gown. (Cool, great, they undressed him, and by how clean he feels they also wiped him down before putting him in an awful paper gown.)

The bed is surrounded by more cushiony chairs than he remembers there being before he passed out which means others have come and gone. Except one holds Lewis, wearing reading glasses and focusing on a tablet in his lap— wait.

“You have reading glasses?” Lando says without thinking and his voice comes out so dry and raspy that he’s overtaken by a coughing fit almost immediately.

Charles startles awake as Lewis’ smooth, warm laugh fills the room. A soothing hand runs up and down his spine, helping him sit up as he coughs.

“There, there,” Charles says, voice equal parts amused and gentle.

[kujakumai]

Sometimes I do ship something and it's not unpopular its just that fanon harbors enough popular misconceptions to make the content frequently unreadable. So I will be like "can I have my ship please" and the internet will go "sure! here are a thousand results!" and I will go "is it actually my ship or is it some guys who are basically totally different characters in all meaningful ways that someone is having masquerade as my blorbos?" and the answer is yes often enough that I give up