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What happened to David Malukas? 😭

arrow mclaren just announced they’ve “released david malukas for the remainder of the 2024 ntt indycar series season” :( which sucks. his injury has definitely been more complicated and taken longer to heal than everyone had thought it would, i remember seeing something about them thinking he’d be back in the car by now and i think he still hasn’t even gotten the pins out. still brutal

#ask

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bright-and-burning · 27 minutes

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noooo david malukas :(

#damn. daaamn. sadness

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bright-and-burning · 36 minutes

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very nearly died in the shower this morning bc i was thinking abt curly girl lando while precariously trying to get my own curls in shape and lost my balance

#the noise i made…. well.

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Ok, Motorsports tumblr, we found out that half of us can't drive (so valid), but do the people that can drive live up to the stereotypes of being little speed demons 😈?

Because I think it would be ADORABLE if we are all in reality just taking public transport and driving under the speed limit while being absolutely deranged online about Motorsports 🌸💫

So, for science

Reblog to increase the sample size 🤝

#was nodding along to prev and then did the math and FIVE KMPH OVER???#jesus christ i knew other countries were stricter abt speeding but i did NOT realize it was that much more strict #there’s a portion on the way to my parents’ house on 90 that the speed limit is 70mph #(~112kmph)#and if you’re in the left lane going 90mph (~145kmph) you will get passed on the right. multiple times #(ask me how i know)#i think the most i’ve gone over (for longer than 3 seconds to pass a semi cuz they make me nervous) is probably. like just under 30mph over #if you’re on a highway in the middle of nowhere on a roadtrip it just happens. like you go the same speed as the other two cars w you #and then you look at the speedometer and you’re going 97 and you’re like woaaaah

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You'd know Yuki doesn't fit into his t-shirts anymore hm, pierre?

#yt #pg #ps24 #2210 #queue turn towards meteor showers in august

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relax and catch the manic rhapsody

(oscar piastri/girl!lando norris, explicit, ch1 of 2, 1.7k)

Oscar's phone lights up where it’s plugged in on the bedside table. It’s a text from Lando, a string of almost incomprehensible emojis. A comb, what google tells him is a shaking head, a knot, the shaking head’s nodding counterpart, and then several in a row so suggestive he can feel himself blushing. Complete nonsense, he supposes, to anyone else. Practically a novel to him.

#srb #what even are timezones fr!!!!#ok this is the last one probs. sorry + thank u + stay tuned for ch2 !

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bright-and-burning · 3 hours

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#my fav yapper #<- jfedkafj #ln #ps24 #queue turn towards meteor showers in august

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bright-and-burning · 5 hours

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#op #wb23 #queue turn towards meteor showers in august #runners au

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bright-and-burning · 7 hours

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Ethereal af

#op #ps24 #queue turn towards meteor showers in august

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bright-and-burning · 9 hours

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relax and catch the manic rhapsody

(oscar piastri/girl!lando norris, explicit, ch1 of 2, 1.7k)

Oscar's phone lights up where it’s plugged in on the bedside table. It’s a text from Lando, a string of almost incomprehensible emojis. A comb, what google tells him is a shaking head, a knot, the shaking head’s nodding counterpart, and then several in a row so suggestive he can feel himself blushing. Complete nonsense, he supposes, to anyone else. Practically a novel to him.

#srb #what even are timezones

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bright-and-burning · 10 hours

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#im abt to hit 2 years i think? but i definitely average longer than 2.5 years #and im sticking w this phone 4everrrrr

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bright-and-burning · 11 hours

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🐥 baby oscar in parc fermé (eurocup → f3 → f2)

#going to pass out rn . from overwhelming affection #why does the hat seem so large on him.#why is he so preen-able. like in the bird sense.#the cowlick and him shaking his head cuz he knows she’s tried to pat it down j am endlessly ENDEAREDDDDD #op #and also:#mw #81mw

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bright-and-burning · 11 hours

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lando/nico :) preen :)

This isn't the way Lando pictured his evening going, not even when Nico's suggestive teasing turned into a blunt offer, so frank Lando blushed deep enough he could feel the heat in his cheeks.

Still, somehow, he'd assumed Nico would take the lead, be on top.

Instead, Nico is sprawled back across the bed, one hand curled around his dick, the other holding the foot of a bent leg close to his hip. Lando can see why everyone was so weird about him, back in the day. He reminds Lando of a painting he might see in a museum, one of those nudes from when they liked a roll of skin where people bent over. He isn't beautiful like any of the paddock girlfriends; he isn't like anyone Lando has ever been with before.

"Come on, I don't bite," Nico says, grinning under Lando's scrutiny.

Lando isn't sure he believes him.

#hehehe. chomp chomp #nr #ln #0604 #fic rec

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bright-and-burning · 11 hours

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if u like, here’s a prompt: seb/mark, hitting a soft spot :)

Friend, I need you know I've been thinking about this prompt since I got it. I have multiple things tagged in response to it. I've been gathering materials and stowing them away and anyway here we are today.

It was bound to happen sooner or later, coming back around the paddock. Sebastian takes a glass of champagne and bumps into someone as he turns, nearly spills his drink all over himself.

"Sorry, I-" he cuts himself off when he sees it's Mark. Mark, with silver in his beard and at his temples, laugh lines carved deep by his eyes. Sebastian inhales, takes a sip of his champagne so large he chokes.

"Seb," Mark says, honey in his voice. Had he ever spoken to Sebastian like that when they were teammates? He touches Sebastian's shoulder, casually intimate. "Are you okay?"

Sebastian nods, coughs into his elbow. He knows his face must be bright red now. He takes another, smaller sip of champagne.

"Sorry," he says, gesturing to his chest. "Wrong tube."

Mark's smile is easy. "Better now?"

"Yes," Sebastian says. He can still feel a catch in his throat, but he can't be sure whether it's from inhaling alcohol or the way Mark is half a step too far into his space.

"Who are you here with?" Mark asks. His Sky lanyard is tucked into the the front pocket of his blazer.

"Nobody," Sebastian says, smiling. He doesn't say, I'm Sebastian Vettel, I can go anywhere I want.

Mark's smile is indulgent instead of irritated, and maybe that's why Sebastian sticks around through the small talk, where Mark pretends there aren't rumors about why Sebastian was at the Mercedes garage, and Sebastian pretends like the rumors don't bother him.

Small talk only gets them so far, and Sebastian doesn't know where to take things once they get off the map. Courtesy and shared history have always been a poor veneer for the way he feels about Mark. If Sebastian had his way, he would down another glass of champagne and slip his hotel key into Mark's pocket next to his Sky lanyard, brazen, pat his chest to make sure Mark understood. Instead he falters, rubs his thumb over the rim of his champagne flute.

"Come meet Spencer," Mark says.

"Who is Spencer?" Sebastian asks, brain going into overdrive. There's no way he missed Mark having a child, surely.

"My new puppy," Mark says. "I brought him along."

Sebastian drains the last of his glass and sets it down. "Lead the way," he says. Toto will comment, later, that Sebastian didn't stay very long, that he didn't get the chance to introduce him to people. "It's quite the trip for a puppy," Sebastian says.

Mark shrugs. "I missed the boys like crazy when I was racing," he says. "Maybe Spencer won't take to it, but I'd like to be able to bring him along now and again if it agrees with him. He sleeps half the day anyway, at this age."

Sebastian laughs. "And the other half he's chewing up your shoes and your slippers and your furniture," he says. They're walking close enough that their shoulders keep brushing, their pinkies almost catching now and again.

They're in the same hotel, same floor, even. Sebastian hadn't realized. He points it out as they walk past the door to his room.

"Huh," Mark's eyes linger on the door, the 'Do Not Disturb' sign Sebastian always hangs, half out of habit and half for the environmentalism of it. "Got the F1 rate, did you?"

"Of course," Sebastian says, smiling wide. He's Sebastian Vettel. He gives them his name and they give him the group rate.

Spencer is asleep in his crate when they walk in, but he blinks awake and whimpers, a high puppy whine. His tail wiggles his whole body as he pushes up to his feet, and he licks Mark's hand through the wire when he reaches down to open the door.

Mark scoops up a wriggling armful of puppy and turns to Sebastian. "Do you want to hold him?" he asks.

Sebastian's chest is abruptly so tight he can't breathe. He nods, reaching for the dog.

Spencer sniffs at Sebastian's chin, puppy breath and puppy sounds. He's warm and tiny and Mark is staring at him with a fondness that makes Sebastian, improbably, jealous. It shouldn't feel like some kind of revelation. Maybe it's all the years between them and the cars, maybe it's growing older. All Sebastian knows, with a startling certainty, is that he wants Mark to look at him the way he's looking at the damn puppy.

And then Mark looks up, and Sebastian wonders if perhaps he's been foolish for a very long time.

#oh the last line…#hit MEEE in a soft spot #mw #sv #05mw #fic rec

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bright-and-burning · 12 hours

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tagged by @wanderingblindly to do my favorite thing ever which is get forced to turn my lowercase madness into Real Writing so i can share a snippet w no context hehe

Oscar leans over Lando to kiss her, half kneeling on the couch, half standing. She tips her chin up to meet him halfway before pausing, head tilting slightly to the left in thought. “Wha-“ She moves fast, hooking her leg between his and around the back of his knee, forcing him to collapse forward. Oscar barely manages to catch himself on the back of the couch before their heads crack together. He peers down at her. “Do you want to explain matching concussions to Andrea?” Lando scrunches her nose up at the thought before grabbing at his ass, pulling him further in so he’s straddling her properly. “Just wanted you closer, that’s all.”

tagging uhhh @drivestraight @elementalmoments @astronomical-light aaaaand @glasscushion if you'd like

#trying really hard to get ch2 in like a first draft shape asap so next weekend i can do what i did THIS weekend #and just burn through the editing process #fic: relax and catch the manic rhapsody #mine.snip

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bright-and-burning · 12 hours

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2.1k let's go sweet treat time

once i hit 2k words i am letting myself have ice cream and then read fic and go to bed

#the letting myself phrasing was bc i was not going to let myself have any UNTIL i hit 2k

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bright-and-burning · 12 hours

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Do other writers ever get this like, hyper-specific dialogue exchange drop into their brains and you know exactly where these character are standing and what they’re doing and how they’re saying these words but that’s all you get. You don’t have much other context and this specific moment that exists only at this time in your headspace??

#this is how fics start #<- the first lines of curly girl lando popped fully formed into my head in november #the other lines Clearly took (and are taking) more time #will i ever call that fic by it's actual title? idk #the metaphorical filing cabinet of 200 word docs of exactly this kind of instance is large. and dusty.

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