I love the fact that the Max-Charles-Pierre photo is actually the second pic, yet Charles put it on his instagram story. Charles literally put the Lestappen divorce to the grave not bed
This!
Charles saw the Lestappen divorce rumor and went "Not on my fucking watch".
do i have work to do? idk, haven’t checked.
am i going to check?? nuh uh.
am i gonna rewatch Bones from the start and skip eps im uncomfortable with? uh, hell yeah!!!
any good lecfosi will tell you doomposting is allowed for up to one (1) hour after quali then you must go back to believing charles can win no matter where he starts from
got bored at work today waiting for someone to send some files and coded up a quick simulation for the lando/max championship battle and I’m here to calm the rumours and say that according to my calculations, lando has a 4.33% chance of winning the WDC this year. don’t get me wrong that’s still a significant number and shouldn’t be fully discounted but i hope it calms down some of the sensationalism surrounding the “lando championship charge” I’m seeing across f1 social media
an excuse to look at their slutty pics
a f1 alignment chart
"You did a miracle today, Charles!"
Hannah Schmitz, Red Bull Racing’s Principal Strategy Engineer, as Athena, Greek Goddess of Strategic Warfare and Wisdom
george is such a concept. like they've taken a 9-year-old british boy and stretched him out vertically and then stuck him in one of the fastest cars in the world and made him a psycho about driving while simoultaneously having him speak in the most british way known to mankind. i love him a bit
‘Life isn’t always about winners and losers, it’s about…eggs’ and all the noises they made😭😭😭
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.