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i came across this pic george posted to congratulate max on his 4th wdc and omg? max looks so tiny in george’s arm🥺

GASP stoppppp because if there's one thing i love about them it's the helmet on helmet interactions. or george looming tall above max with his helmet on looking like he's about to EAT him alive, as shown below:

height difference? foaming at the mouth rn.

this interaction too. george looks so tall. augh!!

can't not mention baku!! hot even whent they're fighting (might be even hotter when they are)

some more various encounters because i can! but you're right. this one you sent, their arms. delightful. very gentle. they're reaching for each other so sweetly. more angles:

honorable mentions

general gax interactions just because i can and i miss them touching each other:

anyway. THANK YOU for sending this to me. very lovely!!!!!! thank you!!!!!

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WIP/sketch (for an upcoming gax fic !)

Knight!Max, with a side of Lisack as his squires en route to a jousting tournament :)

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sketching

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cheer up, #1 :)

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Finding Shelter - Complete

Finding Shelter - ao3

George Russell/Max Verstappen ; Rated E COMPLETE - Chapter 7/7 - Words: 91,050 Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Angst with a Happy Ending; Hurt/Comfort; Illegal Racing; Homelessness; Internalized Homophobia; Jos Verstappen's A+ Parenting; Max Verstappen Needs a Hug. Bottom!Max/Top!George. Red string theory: belief that people who are destined to be present in each other’s lives are connected by a red string, and life will bring them to meet again despite time, circumstance, or distance. See also: coincidence, fate, or chance. ———— “Well, nice to meet you officially then, Max,” George says as they step away. For a brief moment, Max thinks this is it. He’s been unmasked, George knows who he is, finally remembers him. But when he looks up, the man is as surprisingly casual as he’s been since they got out of their cars, no recognition in sight. He sighs in relief, nodding as he watches how George offers his hand. “Yeah. Nice to meet you, George Russell,” he mutters. He delights in the laughter it earns him, George’s palm warm against his own. — Jos Verstappen had a son. A gifted child, a prodigy, promised to a solid racing career- Until he vanished without a trace. Jos pretends the kid simply didn’t have it in him, lacked the drive, tells whoever will listen the boy bolted away as soon as he could. Truth is, Max has been drifting aimlessly for years, since his father threw him out the door, and crushed any attempts he’s made to pursue his dream. He goes from place to place, race to race in underground circles, with no goal in sight but the next thrill to come. Until a chance encounter with two-times championship winner George Russell, who’s grown weary of being at the top of his game, changes things.

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sorry about the person i'll become if my driver wins. but also sorry about the person i'll become if my driver doesn't win. it be like that

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WHICH AO3 TAG ARE YOU?

thank you @arsenicjade WHAT does it say about me???? what does this mean?

take the quizz here!

tagging @choneysuns @otterducks @operatingsmoothlaps @verstappio @glitterylivery @ofcourstappen @edeven011 and like huuuuhhh. anyone who wants to do this? FUN.

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Rash Decision - Danny_oh ; on Ao3

George Russell/Max Verstappen ; Rated E Chapter 1/1 - word count: 15,176 Internalized homophobia, rivals to lovers, skin condition, Max Verstappen needs a hug

The rash is there during the first race weekend. It’s there when they run into each other while getting to the paddock, so visible under the collar of Max’s Red Bull polo, despite his attempt at pulling the fabric as high as it can go. It’s there during qualifying, when Max finishes first and waves at the crowd, grinning bright. It can be seen peeking out on the only visible strip of skin under his helmet. It’s there when they cross paths later between garages, just before the race, and Max doesn’t even look his way, doesn’t spare a glance. He’s too busy scratching at his throat absently, obviously focused on the upcoming race. His nails are digging ridges in the dry skin. It won't be long before he draws blood. Or: Max Verstappen has never really shown his skin any care, until George Russell takes it upon himself to fix it for him. - An ode to self-care and skin problems.