“I Have A Deeply Hidden And Inarticulate Desire For Something Beyond The Daily Life.”

god charles leclerc has such a grip on my heart like he’ll give one sad look at the camera and I’m ready to go kill a man

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president zelenskyy is a stronger man than me because if two ignorant and deluded men like trump and vance started demanding i say please and thank you and calling me disrespectful like im a naughty child instead of a very traumatised and frustrated man trying to save his country from putin id have put them both in the ground with a single fucking punch

We had a lestappodium with their son, zhou on points, a thousand and a half safety cars, lando got a penalty, there is still a chance that charles may be second in the wdc, sauber having points BECAUSE OF ZHOU (im so happy for the zhoints). What a race guys. What a race!

people be like "happy race week" but i'm literally a daniel ricciardo and charles leclerc fan, i have nothing to be happy about each week.

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I wonder if Mclaren have some kind of sports psychologist for Norris 😭 I don't know if you saw his interviews but basically the journalist was asking him what went wrong and he pointed at himself and just said he isn't good enough, he was also asked what he would do to reset for tomorrow and he said he'd go to sleep. At first last year it wasn't really anything, but this happens every time and it makes you wonder if his head is really in it. He and Charles have this common trait of self-deprecation in interviews when they make mistakes, but Charles just moves on from it and does better.

Honestly I really do think Norris fans have it worse than Leclerc fans. Even if our team has its struggles operationally as well as in the engineering department I look forward to race weekends just to see Charles perform, and see him perform well. It's exciting to see him extract 100% of the machinery and see the things he can do in a subpar car, so you're reassured that by the time comes when Ferrari give him the team and the car, he can do it. In the meantime you're reassured that the issue isn't lying in the cockpit.

But what do you do when the issue does lie in the cockpit...

Well, the key difference between Lando and Charles is that Charles has that inherent belief in himself, and Lando doesn't seem to.

So when Charles criticises himself, he does that in a way to learn, and to responsibility. He very rarely, if ever, makes the same mistake twice. His criticism tends to be a fairly objective and clinical analysis of what went wrong (even if he sometimes used to take responsibility for Ferrari's mistakes rather than his), and how to go forward from this.

Lando, however, doesn't seem to have the same kind of clinical analysis and perspective on himself and his driving. A lot of his comments seem to be made in order to gather sympathy from his fans ("he's just doing his best! he's trying so hard, leave him alone!"). And I do think he believes in a lot of them, too, and no, I don't think McLaren has ever addressed this issue properly. We should never forget that they're the real evil here.

The difference here, again, is that Charles and Max are obsessed with racing to a degree that Lando simply isn't. Look at Charles' early quotes, even. If someone is going to fight for the championship, it's not going to be his teammate. It's going to be him. As you say, with Charles you know he's always going to do his best, and get what he can out of the car.

You ever think Andrew’s like, folding laundry in his apartment with Neil, throwing socks into their shared drawer because neither of them give a shit about socks, and then he has to pause because…he’s folding laundry.

For him and his boyfriend. Who are both adults with like, health insurance and shit. They say shit like “let’s go home” and “what’s for dinner?” Nothing is separated in their dresser except for workout wear because they need different size compression gear. They have matching jackets in the closet and pictures on the wall. They kiss each other good morning, and hello. They grocery shop. And suddenly Andrew’s nicotine gum is heavy in his pocket, because he stopped smoking so he’ll never be too out of breath to reach Neil.

Andrew has to stop to feel his heart, as if folding t-shirts was running a marathon, because he didn’t think he’d last this long. He didn’t think this was possible.

So Andrew sits in their apartment and feels.

Switching between these every day

maybe I’ll crash into you maybe we would open up these wounds (insp.)