Hello! My name is Joey, or you can call me Kangaroo. I can be referred to with multiple of my 2nd preference pronoun sets like he/him, pup/pup's and taur/tauri but I most prefer no pronouns.
I'm interested in multiple motorsports, 5 in total so far. F1 in December of 2025, rally and MotoGP early-ish mid 2026, now MotoE and Bagger Cup in late June 2026!
You can come chat with me about any of those (or other things that aren't related to those) whenever!
Tag "System"
#others art - other people's art
#others creations - for works that aren't drawings (i.e. web weaves)
#saving this on my blog forever - stuff I really like and want to keep as a reblog on here :)
Specific Motorsport Tags
#f1 (Does not include posts of retired drivers that are outside of their racing career, those posts are only under their first and last names. Maybe eventually I'll tag them with #retired driver(s) but I won't really do that at the moment.)
#motogp
#motoe (Not used frequently, but I'll use it whenever a post is mainly about MotoE despite its hiatus since 2025. May include multiple posts involving Óscar Gutiérrez.)
#bagger cup (Mostly for when a post is about the Harley-Davidson Bagger World Cup. May include liveposting, race week results, and yapping about Óscar Gutiérrez.)
Drivers & Riders (like/favorite, no specific order)
F1
Max Verstappen
Isack Hadjar
Arvid Lindblad
Daniel Ricciardo
Fernando Alonso
Franco Colapinto
Pierre Gasly
Oscar Piastri
MotoGP
Marc Marquez
Francesco "Pecco" Bagnaia
Ai Ogura
MotoE + Bagger Cup
Óscar Gutiérrez
Dynamics (no specific order)
Lawbladjar (+ any other combination)
Pierresteban (I don't know how to describe this)
Yukierre (mutual pining but they're scared to know)
I gave one of my friends a yap sesh about equine leg wraps because I was giving my drawing of Max some of those and he looked so cute in them :)
I imagine that they give light pressure even in the case of a humanoid that stands upright on two animalistic legs, like if he's standing around during the pre-race ceremony then it'll help prevent liquid buildup within the legs.
There's other reasons why I believe he'd have them but I'm a bit too tired to elaborate more on it. At least, that's because I don't want to copy and paste what I sent to them and then modify it into a Tumblr ramble.
Max is easy to love. He's sweet, kind, funny, damn smart. He is very professional and stubborn. He's incredibly hot when he's angry, when he gives his all to sports, when he laughs, when he breathes...
Daniel doesn't know when he started feeling the same way about GP.
It's not just appreciation and gratitude for support to Max when he couldn't be there for himself.
Maybe after Daniel noticed his proud look after their 1-2.
Maybe after the GP congratulated the happy Max on his victory, and then found the unhappy Daniel after the defeat and hugged him tightly.
Maybe after the GP listened with what seemed to be great interest about Australia, about kangaroos, about soft hoodies, about beer, about wine, about the possibility of a Big Foot.
Max is easy to love. Even after the screams on the radio and his stubbornness. It's soft and sensitive inside. He is responsible and straightforward. He loves sports passionately and hates stupid people. He thrives next to his loved ones and hardens next to his enemies.
The GP doesn't know when he started feeling the same way about Daniel.
Maybe after he noticed Daniel's friendliness towards the clumsy and almost wild Max.
Maybe after he saw a soft and sleepy Daniel after a long flight.
Maybe when the GP saw him in black and yellow, glowing with happiness again, cheerful, when he was himself again, real honey badger.
Daniel is calling to see how Max is doing after Silverstone, and the GP needs to make sure that Daniel is okay too.
Daniel shows up at the factory and the GP reaches out to him with a hug when the cameras are removed. The way Daniel clings to him in response makes something inside flutter.
Daniel sets the fastest lap, and it's not just Max who gets tears in his eyes.
He could never say "Riccardo," it was always "Daniel."
It's not easy for Max to express his feelings. As a child, he only allowed himself to do this with Victoria when no one was looking. Or at his mother's house, when he lay down on her lap and she gently fingered his hair. In his entire racing career, only two people have ever seen him for real. They were able to break down his walls, proved that he could trust them, he could rely on them. It turned out he could love them.
"I love you both. These are not just platonic feelings, I want you both in every way. I want to be able to call you when I feel bad, I want you to call me when you feel bad. I want to hug you, lie on the couch and watch this stupid movie that Daniel loves and grumble to GP, which movie is bad. I want to be able to touch you, not just my friends. And that's just what lies on the surface."
Daniel's eyes are like saucers. He swallowed nervously and pulls his hand to his lips to start biting his nails and tearing cuticles, as always. GP and Max grab his wrist at the same time. Daniel looks at their hands and exhales shakily. He wants to say something, and it's obvious from his look that it's going to be self-flagellation, because Daniel's confidence has been waning lately. GP feels a growing rage because of this and a need to protect, he sees from Max's look that he feels the same way.
"Of course you know how to be tactful, Max." Daniel snorts and looks up. GP draws a circle on his wrist. Gently, slowly, gently. Daniel looks up and realizes that everything now depends on him.
"He's Max Verstappen. Straightforwardness is in his blood. And he gets everything he wants, right?"
"Maxie-Max," Daniel leaned over to bop Max's nose. "Look at you, all hard at work."
Max looked up from the Red Bull-issued tablet with a small scowl. "That is of course because you are doing nothing," he said plainly, patting the chair next to him. "You can sit, and help."
"Nah," was Daniel's cheerful response as he finished scooping his yoghurt bowl into his mouth, and through a mouthful: "this shit's the good stuff. Want some?"
"Just because you are not on a diet -" Max's voice rose with every word until Daniel gave him another bop on the nose, and just like it'd worked back when they were teammates, it worked again, Max going cross-eyed to track Daniel's finger.
"I'm joking," Daniel said, and his voice was much more subdued. "Want a kiss instead?"
pecco: I am going to make a fart joke to my teammate marc marquez to lighten the mood while we’re stuck at a late night work event together because we’re sorta friends now ◡̈
pecco: hahaha I am full of gas. a little fart never killed anybody ◡̈
marc up past his bedtime against his will: what? what did he say? what language is he speaking. man kill yourself. just go kill yourself
A lot of work and often a bad mood. It's not because of work, it's just the way life is. Anyway!
I haven't thought of anything about this for a long time. I have another idea. But now. What do you think about it?
"Is he really okay?"
"Yes, Honey, it's okay."
"I know you asked him twice, but still..."
"Daniel, I personally checked on him. There will be bruises on his knees, he sulks that he had an accident and took only 5th place, mutters that the car sucks and the regulations are stupid. But otherwise he's fine. I promise. I'll make sure he doesn't forget to call you later. Please focus on your physical therapy."
A long sigh on the other side of the phone. "Okay, Daddy."
hiiii aisha! im sorry i took some time to answer your ask :/ i've been struggling with writing for a while now, but i managed to write a lil blurb for this! hopefully it's somewhat okay 😅 (yes this is a playdate verse au where they're racing :3)
gp sighs, taking his headphones off and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
he just got confirmation that max was physically okay and on his way to the medical center, thank whatever entity's looking over and keeping him safe. standing up, he waves at laurent before leaving his spot on the pitlane.
he needs to check on his boys, both of them.
gp swings by max's driver room, picking up their phones, as well as max's backpack, before heading to medical. his phone vibrates in his hand, the silly ringtone daniel set for himself making the caller more than obvious.
"hello, sweetheart," gp hums as he picks up, his free hand fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. "max is okay, i'm on my way to see him now."
"are you sure?"
daniel's voice sounds shaky through the phone, though if it's because of the poor microphone quality or emotions, gp doesn't know. still, he needs to reassure daniel. he knows the brunette is prone to panicking, even more so when max is involved.
they've both witnessed too many of max's crashes to stay calm.
"i am, danny. i haven't seen him yet but he said he was okay on the radio, and he was able to get out of the car without any trouble," gp can hear daniel's relieved exhale through the phone. "i'm going to check up on max, and i'll call you when i'm at the medical center so you can talk to him as well, okay?"
daniel hangs up after making gp promise again to call him as soon as he's with max.
gp huffs, endeared about how much his boys care about each other. it reminds him of last year, when daniel broke his collarbone while biking, and max couldn't spend a day without calling him for at least an hour.
one of the doctors greets him when he walk into the medical center, and they make small talk while he guides gp to max's side.
"hey, buddy," gp greets as he closes the door behind him. "how are you feeling?"
max huffs, pressing his face further into the pillow he's hugging. he looks mostly fine, the only signs of his crash the bandages around his knees and chest. gp pulls a chair closer to the bed and sits, reaching out to ruffle max's hair.
"darling, can you use your words for me?"
"i'm fine, gp," max sighs, voice muffled by his pillow. "just sore. and frustrated."
"would talking to danny help you feel better? i can tell him you're tired if you don't want to."
max gives him a pointed look, making gp chuckle before handing him the phone. he watches as his boys talk to each other, animatedly dissecting the qualifying session until max's eyelids start to droop and his sentences are more yawns than words.
"come on, baby, it's nap time," gp plucks the phone from his hands, his smile soft and indulgent. "you can talk to danny later, okay?"
"promise?"
max's words are a bit slurred, exhaustion finally rearing its head. gp ruffles his hair and gives him a forehead kiss.
"i promise. i'll wake you up when we'll need to go, okay?"
max nods, his eyes fluttering shut, and gp makes sure to tuck him before leaving the room to let him rest.
"are you sure he's okay?"
gp almost forgot the call with daniel was still on. he leans against the closed door, holding the phone up to his face.
"are you sure he's okay?"
on the camera, danny still looks worried, his brow furrowed. gp sighs, giving him what he hopes is a reassuring smile.
"honey, he's sore and tired and sulking, but i promise, he's okay. his knees are bruised, he's frustrated about getting p5, but other than that max is fine, okay? and when we'll see you when we're back in the uk for your birthday and the race, he'll be more than fine."
"okay, but if anything happens-"
"you'll be the first to know, darling," gp cuts him off, hoping to stop the brunette's spiraling thoughts. "now i want you to focus on your physical therapy, and i'll make sure to call you when we're back at the hotel."
"okay, daddy!"
daniel gives him a cheeky grin before hanging up, and gp stares at his screen for a moment before laughing.
