So, I did another one. The 2025 F1 Season Beginner's Guide. Genuinely honoured that a few people requested it and sorry for all the mistakes I've missed. Please enjoy the many recycled jokes from last year and the 2025 exclusive slide "Paddock Pets".
Search History Verse, future fic, 830 words, Charles POV.
Charles rolls the bottle between his palms, watching the slosh of the deep red in the glass. The car is parked, but he rests his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, eyes squeezed shut. He'll need to visit the Foundation while he's here, check in on operations and upkeep, make the rounds with the kids-
But this comes first.
He swallows, steeling himself as he steps out of the car, neck of the wine bottle grasped between his fingers.
People had offered to come with him- they always do, lately. Pierre, Daniel, Mick, the boys, Gianpiero, Lorenzo and Victoria...
Maybe one day Charles will take them up on their offers.
That day isn't today.
The grove is private, tucked away and secluded. It had become one of Max's favorite spots after he'd started spending more time in the Netherlands again, and Charles has had countless lunches with Max between the trees here.
Now he walks alone down the path, winding further into trees on a trail he knows by heart.
The first time Max had shown him- he'd been giggling, fingers laced with Charles', pulling him through the trees while Charles panicked about dirt on his white sneakers.
"It is of course just dirt, Charlie, it will wipe off."
"These are designer, Max- how did you even find this place, how far back are we going?"
"I had to chase one of the dogs back here a few weeks ago. You'll love it, I promise."
It had felt like they were teenagers again, sneaking away somewhere they shouldn't have, tripping over their feet.
Charles is wearing that same pair of sneakers now. They're beyond saving, not that he's ever tried. The dirt is important to him now- he'd dirty every pair of shoes he owns if it meant getting to hear Max laugh at him again.
The path ends here. It's a circular gap in the trees, a large smooth rock that's perfect for sitting, or using as a table. There's a memorial stone in the middle- it's surrounded by small trinkets and mementos, left behind by the various children of the Foundation who come through here.
Charles digs into his own pocket, pulls out a small cat charm. It's silver, and it had randomly caught his eye a few weeks ago when he was out shopping with Arthur.
He'd known immediately where it needed to go.
It settles nicely between the other gifts, resting against the memorial stone.
"It is from a local vendor, in Italy. I thought you would like it- I was out with Arthur."
Charles settles down onto the dirt next to the stone, back resting against the large rock behind him as his legs stretch out in front of him.
His joints are aching, and they'll be screaming at him whenever he tries to get up, but.
It's part of growing old.
"They are starting a clothing brand, I think. I told them not to make it ugly, but I have to be honest Max, I think I'm starting to lose touch with the trends."
He laughs softly, staring at the wine bottle between his hands.
"Ah, I am getting old. I got lunch with Gianpiero the other day, he is thinking of moving to Switzerland. He and Alice would like to be closer to their grandkids."
Charles worries about them both, living alone back in Bedford, so he'd been supportive of the idea.
"And I am visiting the Foundation tomorrow. Checking in on your kids, just like I said I would. One of your first ones is back, by the way. He is a lawyer, Max. He came back to work for the Foundation after it saved him, and I think-"
Charles cuts himself off, chest tight.
"I think you would have liked that, chéri. I told him that you would've been proud. I know you are."
He reaches out his fingers, brushing against the stone lightly. It's well maintained, by visiting family and friends, Foundation kids and workers alike.
He carefully sets the wine bottle down at the edge of the pile. It's fair game- someone else visiting can take it if they'd like. It's less of an offering or memento, and more of a personal need for Charles.
It's not about the wine, it's about bringing it.
"I don't drink anymore. The last time I saw someone with a gin and tonic at a party I had to leave."
It hadn't been Mason's fault. He couldn't have known, hadn't been thinking about it.
It had still made Charles feel like he was being stabbed in the heart anyways- taken the air out of his lungs, the grief slamming into him like an inescapable tidal wave.
It's starting to get dark, the sun dipping below the horizon, and Charles leans down, presses his lips over Max's name.
He used to stay out even when he could see the stars, but he's getting too old for that now, and it makes the boys worry. He'd promised Arthur he'd call when he got back to the flat.
"I miss you, Max."
There's no response. There hasn't been one for years.
"I love you."
You ever make a joke so bad that your friend has to use your full name to shut you up?
drew @loquarocoeur's answer of charles whining dramatically about max getting a haircut
if i knew french i wouldve written out a whole monologue but unfortunately i only know english, a bit of chinese, and oui oui baguette
Okay I’m currently furious that migraines are often so blindly easy to treat and I had to find this out myself at the age of 26 when I’ve been to a neurologist since I was 11 lol so I’m about to teach you two neat and fast little tricks to deal with pain!
The first is the sternocleidomastoid muscle, or the SCM muscle.
This big red section is responsible for pain around the eye, cheekbone, and jaw, as well as some temple pain. Literally all you have to do is angle your head down a little, angle it away from the side that hurts, and then you can gently pinch and rub that muscle. I find it best to start at the bottom and travel upwards. The relief is so immediate! You can increase pressure as you feel comfortable doing so.
Here is a short and easy video showing this in action
The second is a fast and easy stretch that soothes your vagus nerve, which is the nerve responsible for calming you down. The vagus nerve, for those unfamiliar, is stimulated by deep breathing such as yawning, sighing, singing, or taking a deep breath to calm your anger in a tense situation.
You can stretch this out by sitting up as straight as possible (this does not have to be perfect to work) and interlacing your fingers. Put your hands on the back of your head with your thumbs going down the sides of your neck and, while keeping your face forward, look all the way to one side with just your eyes. Hold that until you feel the urge to breathe deeply or yawn, or until you can tell there’s a change. Then do the same thing on the other side. When you put your arms down, you should clearly be able to turn your head farther in both directions. If the first session doesn’t get rid of your migraine, rest and repeat as many times as necessary. I even get a little fancy with it and roll my eyes up and down along the outer edge sometimes to stretch as much as I can.
If you need a visual here’s a good video on it. I know some of the language they use seems questionable but this is real and simple science and should not be discarded because it’s been adopted by the trendy wellness crowd!
I seriously cannot believe I didn’t hear a word of this from any doctor in my life. Additionally, if you get frequent recurring migraines, you may want to see a dietician. Migraines can be caused by foods containing histamines, lectin, etc. and can also be caused by high blood pressure in specific situations such as exercise, stress, and even sex.
If any of this information helps you I’d love to hear it btw! It’s so so fast and easy to do. Good luck!
i'm so tired of the yaoi-ification of mlm ships where people feel the need to make one of them (usually the fandom-assigned bottom) into a teeny tiny waifish twink and the other into a huge musclebound super aggro guy (usually the fandom-assigned top) i know this is like a thing many people have been saying for years but i just feel like it has never actually gotten better in fandom spaces. the fatphobia of it, the gender essentialism, the homophobia, it's all so fucking annoying it makes me want to scream
is max verstappen aware that kimi antonelli has adopted him as grid dad
>basically sitting on nico's lap >"yes, such a small neck" >"old man" "you could be my grandfather" I WITNESSED SOMETHING.
i like to imagine charles was like
"oh a formula one driver as a special guest ? thats coo-
...
you have Got to be fuckin kidding me..."
[ sc from @/charlesandmax on twt :) ]
Max: You hacked into the FIA?
Lando: Is that judgement I'm hearing?
Max: Pride