I head a vision seeing your post about Honda nastro azzurro bike. Imagine if Marc post reconcilation gifts it to Vale. Because if there is anyone who Honda might sell the bike is to him. He is their boy prince who they raised to a king.
Even more bitter. Imagine if pre Sepang Marc was trying without telling Vale to get the bike to make a surprise Happy Birthday to him... baby Marc being called Vale s equal trying to gist the one thing that is missing.
you. are. a GENIUS.
i imagine marc buying the honda nastro azzurro pre-divorce and then. well. what can he do with it vale hates him now it's not like he can send it to tavullia or anything like that. so the bike just sits into storage for something like ten years. in the meantime vale keeps trying to buy it and the honda guys are like no... we won't sell it to you.... (sweating, they don't have the bike anymore).... we don't like you.... and when rosquez finally reconcile marc gifts it to vale as a birthday present. they have nasty sex on it (obviously) and then vale goes like how did manage to get it they refused to sell it to me for yearssss and marc is like 😀😀 funny story actually.... i kinda owned it for ten years......
Honest question, but why do you think Charles will not re-sign with ferrari? The team fired Binotto and took his former Alfa Romeo TP for him.
I know they have been shit, but they are improving
Improving after an abysmal start to the season? Yes. But improving in terms of the way they’re treating Charles? No.
You're right, getting rid of Binotto was supposed to be a step in the right direction and Charles definitely saw it as such. But, so far Fred hasn’t really proven to be the team principle Charles had likely hoped for, with the way Carlos seems to have become Ferrari’s preferred/prioritized driver. And just every move Charles has made lately, to me, seems like he's getting sick of it all and he's making deliberate moves to distance himself from a team that just a few months ago seemed to have him in a complete chokehold.
Like I said to the anon earlier, had this been a few months ago, you never could have convinced me that Charles would ever leave Ferrari. But the mood seems to have shifted for him to such an extent that it now genuinely would not surprise me if he does end up leaving.
Now, this is all just my personal opinion and I obviously have no idea whether it’s anywhere close to being the truth or not. And I have been very vocal about not wanting Lestappen as teammates at this point in time in the past because I just don’t think it would work well when Charles hasn’t won a WDC. But seeing the way this season has transpired for Charles so far? I still don’t think it’s a great idea for Lestappen to be teammates just yet, but I'd happily take it at this point because Charles deserves so much better than what he's getting.
Hi there!💓 I hope you are doing great! What do you think about what the future holds for Amber Heard? How can/will she continue after all this?
she will be appealing! an appeal will unfortunately take a couple of months before it happens. edit: court of appeals will automatically review the trial record when she appeals.
unfortunately, i think depp has done massive damage to her reputation and career. she has already testified that she hasn't been able to find work, and that she had to fight to even stay on her current project. i don't see any studio willing to work with her currently, or in the next 5-10 years. he has effectively destroyed her livelihood.
not only that, but depp has cost her millions in legal fees ($6 million) and the aclu testified as well that they were aware of her financial difficulties. when you realise her net-worth was only a couple of million already, and that she hasn't been able to work b/c of this, (not to mention him preventing her from working during their relationship), it's no wonder she can't afford to donate.
the jury awarded heard $2 million, but they also awarded depp $10 million plus 350k in punitive damages. that means she needs to pay him roughly $10.4 million (or $8.4 if you subtract her win), and she will 100% struggle to pay that. in fact, her lawyer has already come out saying she cannot pay that amount.
frankly, i worry for her safety. she gets thousands of death threats and has already been doxxed online. people have already tried showing up outside her house. i've never seen such targeted misogyny and scapegoating all in the defence for a man who, by his own admission, is violent and abusive, and has shown to be violent and abusive. if she ends up harmed, i will be holding everyone who participated in this as responsible.
Marc kicks a small rock in front of him. He looks at it, rolling and jumping on the uneven surface of the asphalt, until it stops, ten or so meters ahead.
It’s late, really late, and he shouldn’t be out. He knows it. A split second, a moment of distraction tomorrow, and it will be over. The bike doesn’t forgive. The gravel doesn’t forgive. The asphalt doesn’t forgive. But something inside him, something he knows but refuses to name, keeps turning and trembling, kicking against his sternum. Refusing to let him sleep. So, he put on a hoodie and went out, leaving the quiet sound of Alex snoring behind.
There’s some sort of quietness in the paddock, when it’s this late. Some sort of anticipation, but also... some sort of stillness, as if everybody got frozen in time. As if the whole paddock was asleep, waiting for the kiss of a prince to wake up once again.
Marc puts his hands deep into the pockets of his hoodie and keeps walking. It’s weird how, even if it’s summer, here it’s cold. It’s something his brain still can’t comprehend, after all those years of travelling, when in his mind August will forever be tied with humid, sticky hotness and sweat, every hour of the day and of the night.
He ends up in front of the Yamaha trucks. It’s stupid, but it feels like intruding. There was once, not so long ago, when it wouldn’t have. When something being Valentino’s meant just something he could have had too, somewhere where he was welcome. But now- Valentino hasn’t told him out loud, but it just feels like that.
He stops, dead in his tracks, pondering whether to change path, to return to his own motorhome, when something in the darkness flickers.
A light. The red of a cigarette. An exhale.
Valentino.
He doesn’t think Valentino has seen him. He could still go away. He could still leave. But he already knows he won’t. He never has and never will, when Valentino is concerned, when just being meters away makes him burn, makes his hands spasm with desire, makes him want to get even closer. Inside.
“Smoking is bad for you, you know.”
Valentino chuckles. It’s a conversation they’ve already had many times, and it has never stood for anything more than a game. Their game. Something that ends up with Marc tasting the nicotine in Vale’s mouth, the only one who gets to have that part of him, and Valentino’s hands hot and careless on Marc’s skin.
Valentino brings the cigarette back to his lips.
“Eh. I’m already old, it can’t do more damage that what time has already done.”
He flicks the ashes away with small taps of his long fingers, and opens his other arm wide. Like an invite.
Maybe, if Marc was a stronger man, he would have left.
He isn’t.
He tucks himself in the space between Vale’s arm and his side, pushing his face against Vale’s chest. Valentino smells of laundry, and sweat, and motor oil, and nicotine. Marc inhales, deep, nose tucked into the folds of Vale’s hoodie.
Valentino keeps smoking.
“So.” he says, after a bit, “what is such a young beautiful boy doing out at this hour of the night? Don’t you know it’s dangerous?”
Marc doesn’t know what to reply. He settles for humming back, instead of letting words, any word, out of his mouth.
A moment of silence.
“I was thinking about the race. About-” about you. About how you’re angry with me, when I win. Marc hopes Valentino will get it, will be able to hear the words he didn’t say hidden in between the ones he did. The words he can’t say, hidden in between those he can. He usually does.
Valentino laughs, and blows the smoke in Marc’s face. One of his hands, the one that isn’t holding the cigarette, has ended up under his hoodie, under his t-shirt, cold against the hot skin of his side.
“You worry too much, bimbo.” he says, dragging another breath from the cigarette.
“It will be okay.” we will be okay, it’s what Marc hears.
Valentino’s hand sneaks under his sweats, under his briefs, painting hot circles against his hipbone with his thumb, and then lower. Closer. Marc can feel his insides trembling.
“Wanna come inside?” he asks, and Marc finds himself nodding even before his brain has registered the words. Yes. Always.
Valentino throws the cigarette on the ground, unfinished, and puts it out with the heel of his shoe.
Inside, Valentino grabs him by the waist, cold hands digging deep into his skin, and kisses him hot and hard against the door.
Marc can taste the nicotine on the tip of his tongue.
send me a pairing and one of these and i’ll write a mini fic
Vale and Alonso had beef since 2006 before Linda Morselli ever knew any of them.
My personal theory is that Vale picked a rival to motivate him if he ever moved to f1. And Alonso was abit tid jealous of Vale just doing some tests and getting so much hype and publicity and anticipation
