I’ll genuinely sell my soul for a Lestappen podium tomorrow, I’m so serious.

No because I need to see those bitches interact more than I need air.

Ugh holy mother of Jesus fucking Christ how is he even fucking real?

𓇼 forward this message if you’re f1 fan and wanna be in the f1 folder!

“My battle, if it’s wet or dry will be with Charles.”

Some shakespearean level of love declaration there. Or you could just ask him to marry you, like a normal person.

But like yeah don’t talk to the person you’re insane about for weeks and then say that to the press, knowing perfectly well that it’s not really true, because yes that is Charles in that Ferrari, but that’s still a Ferrari, and Charles can’t defend with it that well especially in the rain. Yet of course, evidently, Max will never stop believing in what Charles is capable of, Max will never stop believing in Charles. His number one rival, his number one competition, it always comes down to Charles.

I feel like I’m living on borrowed time, which is ironic considering I’m barely living.

Magnificent. Majestic. Mesmerizing.

They could’ve fucked each other right there on track but this would still be hotter.

I AM SO FUCKING READY FOR THIS.

I actually strongly believe the return of the gay horny vampires can really help me get over my F1 hyperfixation.