when i think of future careers for lucas the first thing that always comes to mind is the military. not because that’s what i want for him, but because his idea of it aligns so strongly with his morals. since season one a fairly prevalent part of lucas’ character had to do with his idealization of his veteran father. more than any of the other party members he was willing to step up for combat. his wrist rocket may seen a little childish but he did save lives with that thing and he knew it. and after season four, he no doubt now has guilt over “failing” max. like if he couldn’t be the hero for her, he needs to be the hero for someone. BUT this all to say lucas would not like the military. it doesn’t align with his moral code. he wouldn’t like what they’re fighting for or the way they’re fighting for it. he’d see the people around him talk about killing like they are twelve year olds with a hero complex and a wrist rocket, or playing a video game, like none of this was real. he knows how death effects people, he’s had someone die in his arms, he doesn’t believe in useless killing, he doesn’t want to blood of innocent bystanders or even enemy’s on his hands. war would not make him feel like a hero, he’d hate it, it’d take him back to every other traumatizing moment of his life. this also applies to lucas becoming a cop, another “hero career.” lucas actually wants to help people, not just be told he’s a hero, it needs to mean something. giving people parking tickets, watching his coworkers kill innocents and funding the prison industrial complex would not do anything for him. i feel like lucas would ultimately gravitate to something that’s helpful in a more personal way, like a high paying stem career that allows him a lot of time and money to give away, working as a therapist, or even a teacher like mr clark who has a very strong bond with kids that are bullied or feel out of place. he’s a good guy

the urge to hold tech while falling asleep hi hello im objectum.

oh the ferrari tea i wish i wasn't contractually prevented from spilling...

CHARLES LECLERC??????

First of all, all of the support I've gotten was amazing.

Charles Bukowksi, Love is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977; from 'texan'

gold-skinned eager baby

— the only thing that can bring charles down to earth after a race. charles leclerc x fem!reader (18+) oral (f. receiving), soft dom charles, (1) spank.

your sundress is hiked up to your waist before he sinks to his knees.

charles fists the floral pattern in his hand, snaking the other to hastily rub his fingers against you—quickly, without keeping rhythm in mind, anything to keep you whimpering into his neck.

“charles,” you’re saying between his rough kisses. “baby—”

you can't finish any thought when he gets like this. so stoic and eager to have his way with you that you can't help but abandon all words and let him spread your legs however he pleases.

when he finally trails past your navel and he's peering up at you from his knees, you're dry-mouthed and not sure where to put your hands.

“let me taste you,” he orders gruffly, using both hands to keep your dress above your panty line. your head falls back when you feel his breath waft over your clothed core. pressing his mouth against you, he murmurs, “open up for me, mon amour.”

you’re suppressing your moan through bitten lips, resisting the urge to press yourself deeper onto his face but trying to remain considerate.

“you—” you feel your eyelids involuntarily flutter when his nose nudges against your clit. “you don’t have to.”

your body shudders when you feel him chuckle against you, before moving to look you in the eye. you swallow roughly, staring back at his dark eyes that seem more blown out than usual.

“this,” his fingertips hook around the band of your underwear. “is for me.”

it becomes clear. pleasing you is always something charles has been able to control. something that he takes pride in—hearing the noise you make whenever he takes you over the edge is something he'll remember even after he forgets his own name. it's a constant. it can't be taken away by a bad qualifying session. and when would you ever deny him?

he’s quick with it; his calloused hands running up your thighs before gripping them tightly, pulling you against his mouth again. he presses a wet kiss against your swollen bud, murmuring incoherent praises into you until you’re whining and pulling his hair with nowhere to go but the wall behind you.

“charles,” you gasp his name like a prayer. “please.”

he hitches your leg over his shoulder, his mouth continuing to work against your cunt—drawing sloppy, figure eights with the tip of his tongue and glancing up at you for stolen looks at your fucked-out expression.

“right there,” you muse through bitten lips. “you’re good—you’re so good.”

your praise is met with a swift slap to the side of your thigh.

his muffled agreement against your cunt makes you stifle a smile and you have to resist the urge to tell him how good he is again. how good he is at everything he does and especially, how good he is at making you fall apart on his tongue.

“fucking—” he growls between sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. “—soaking.”

you’re mewling, arching against the wall and as he holds your thighs apart. you just about melt when he peers up at you again, eyebrows knitted in frustration from everything else and desire for you. your mouth runs dry. his face is smothered against you before you could remind him how much you love him.

“come for me,” he groans into you—the vibration sending shocks down your spine. “come all over my mouth.”

there are not enough oh god's left in you by the time the heat in your lower stomach coils and you're tugging on his hair harshly. when his nose presses harshly into your clit as he lapping at your core, your thighs begin to shake.

when he pulls your sundress back down, he’s turning you around just as quickly. pressing you against the wall from behind, you gasp as he moves to press himself into you.

“you can take more, can’t you, cherie?” he’s muttering on the cusp of your ear. your eyes roll back because yes, yes—you would take everything he gave you in this moment. “be a good girl and take more for me, yes?”

Ollie Bearman (Jeddah 2024): “The drink is going everywhere except in my mouth!” Charles Leclerc (Abu Dhabi 2022): “Grazie, grazie… [chokes on water] Oh, I pressed the drinks button. Ohhhh! Grazie ragazzi!”

Name a more iconic duo than Ferrari drivers + struggling with the drink. 😓

i am once AGAIN thinking about the scene in black sails where flint has just been forced by miranda to confront his overwhelming grief over losing thomas, which has been fueling his unholy rage for the past two seasons. flint is sitting there, having a flashback, drowning in the tragedy and injustice of his gay lover’s death… then vane bursts into the room like a roided-up kool-aid man and immediately tries to kill him. 10/10, flawless tonal whiplash, one of the funniest moments in the entire show.

me supporting charles and ollie this weekend

Max giving a thumbs up to Charles only to end up spinning in the next corner, Bahrain 2019

Charles gives a thumbs up too in answer 🥹

Max's spin in a different angle:

WHAT THE FU- [GLASS SHATTERING] [EXPLOSION] [CAR CRASH] [PEOPLE SCREAMING] [SIRENS] [CRYING] [HELICOPTER NOISES] [BABY CRYING] [YELLING] [MORE EXPLOSIONS]

So Ferrari gave us the full version of that famous “Carlos can u help me with the bracelet?” video last week and i guess no one noticed cause no one is using their app.

my partner is literally so stupid. they started wailing abt a character losing in a poll bracket. said char hasnt even showed up yet. i fucking love my girlboyfriend theyre such a disaster

From the very bottom of my heart and soul, I sincerely wish for King Charles to fucking die. This is the funniest shit ever. Please die. Make it funnier.

Edit: Due to asshole's in the comments/reblogs I am turning off reblogs. If you don't like my opinions, and others', keep your own to yourselves. Please and thank you.

normally a mclaren fan but i also dabble in supporting alfa romeo bc their uniform looks like a campbell soup can

oh my god they fucking do

especially a few years back

Killer Klowns From Outer Space (1988)