Nothing, and I mean nothing, can stop me from having fun with the Piastri-Leclerc saga. This is the Thing™ I've been torturing @marieshyperf1xations with in ppt form!
Thank you for coming to my presentation 😌🩶
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Nothing, and I mean nothing, can stop me from having fun with the Piastri-Leclerc saga. This is the Thing™ I've been torturing @marieshyperf1xations with in ppt form!
Thank you for coming to my presentation 😌🩶
Honestly, as much as I'm happy for Lando, fair fucking play to Charles, he fought like a lion (😉)
Stellar drive from my driver
I have a question i’m really curious to know: If money played no role, what would you want to do for a living/spend your time doing? 🧡
Probably something literature oriented, maybe? Something that would let me travel. One of the two
Alright, so that was quicker than expected. Unfortunately there‘s no proper results and the video is rather short, but if you want a few lovely shots of Max (and Nico Hülkenberg as well) working out, here you go:
https://youtu.be/jCTJJRFe6Po?si=sHC8SEfJvNbK7a1u
It’s not that interesting but if you give me a few minutes I can translate what they say.
Also, Max’ German is pretty good, I want to add. He has a noticeable accent and makes some mistakes here and there (and uses “natürlich” (naturally/of course) as a filler word an adorable amount) but generally it’s really good. You can clearly tell he’s comfortable with speaking it. German and Dutch are quite closely related, but still
I love you, I love this, thank you so fucking much<333
I hope you have the most amazing day love, you more than deserve it. You're the kindest, sweetest, smartest and funniest person ever and I'm beyond grateful to have you in my life. I couldn't ask for a better friend/partner in lestappen crime/sister-in-Redbull. Thank you for being you 🫶
You're an absolute saint, like hello????? Thank you so much hun <33 I hope your room is the perfect temperature and that your RedBull is always cold 😌🩶
All of this goes right back at you
Thank you so much to the absolute darling @marieshyperf1xations for the tag!!
The Rules: If you're tagged, make a new post and share one or two sentences (or lines for artists) from your most recent unposted WIP with zero context.
“Hey, Charles.” Max chuckles a bit, whether it's directed at the French Max surely didn't understand, or the fact that Charles is standing in front of him in bright red Lightning McQueen crocs, he doesn't know.
He unconsciously swings open the door a tad further, a silent invitation for him to come in.
“Hey, Max.” Max toes off his shoes next to his own by the door and walks right on in, past his living room and straight into his bedroom. Of course, he wasn't content with sitting in Charles’ clean living room; he just had to go to the messiest room in the entire apartment. Charles can't find it in himself to care, though. His bed is much more comfier than the sofa, anyhow.
Apparently, Max thinks so too, if the way he's instantly made himself home on rumpled blue sheets is anything to go by. His head is against the headboard, skinny jeans on display. Charles thinks that he definitely needs to convince Max to invest in some baggy jeans for the sake of his own sanity. He takes a seat on the opposite end, twisting his torso a bit so he can face the other man. The atmosphere feels slightly awkward, but then Max snickers and nods towards the absurdly red crocs again.
“I can't believe that you're actually using those.” Charles gasps in offence.
“Why not?” he crosses his arms for added effect, “It would be a waste to not use them, no? Especially since they're nice and comfortable.” Max just laughs at him some more. He crosses his legs as he does so, and Charles scoots a bit closer, shakes his crocs off, and tucks his legs to the side.
“What? Would you rather I waste them?” he juts an accusatory finger in Max's direction, “You're the one that got them for me.” That doesn't help his case all that much, since Max is now cooing at him.
“Aw, did you wear them because you missed me?” And of course, that's the conclusion he draws.
The day I finish this is the day I finally succeed at doing something notable with my life. Anyhow! I'm tagging the lovely @souvenir116 (because I love your writing. Oh my god. Also, because I have no idea who else to tag), no pressure though 🩶 Anyone else that is interested, please feel free to join!!!
Don't mind me, just dropping by to leave you this before I crawl back into my statistics-test theory-clinical psychology-diagnostics-health psych cave
I love you to the moon and back M, can't wait to yap about this upcoming triple header with you and hopefully exchange some writing stuff too once I get these awful 2ish weeks out of the way
Take care and enjoy your day lovely 🧡
My face when I see M in my asks:
You're the best!!! I love you to bits, oh my god 🩶🩶 I can't wait to yap about the triple header together either! (More memes in your dms soon? Maybe.) I also haven't written the idea I was throwing around last night yet, so hopefully we both find the time and motivation to write again soon.
I just know you're going to crush the statistics-test theory-clinical psychology-diagnostics-health psych thing. I'll be waiting for you to crawl out of that cave 😌
As always, remember to hydrate (yes, that is a threat) and take care <3 (also a threat)
Visual representation of me and @marieshyperf1xations scheming