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P2 for George tomorrow and i honestly couldn't be happier with that front row start!

visualising a great race for everyone, especially Max for his last home race, and also it's so nice to see McLaren pace picking up again

praying for a nice, exciting race for everyone tomorrow ✨

holy fucking shit, George talking about telemetry and managing his own race with so much ease is my absolute weakness. every time i remember how smart this man is, i swear to god… how can someone be this attractive purely by being intelligent????? he's a fucking genius and i wowkqokrowk3o1oqprj[+(=($[+

WE WON THIS SHIT, LET'S GOOOOOO! George’s start was PURE perfection, an absolute MASTERCLASS drive and i couldn’t possibly be any happier right now. huge thank you to all the gods and saints above for actually listening to my prayers because THAT WAS EVERYTHING 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

fuck everyone and everything, it's friday, my GOAT just bagged sprint pole in zandvoort and absolutely NOTHING is going to ruin my fucking day. we are so back babyyyyy

FASDOKFMW304FK3W-KF-D0SGV-0EGK4W0-3R LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

how to stop deleting and archiving all my drafted imagines because my brain thinks everything i write is boring and awful google search

i was actually having a lovely day until i realized it’s officially race week and now i want to jump off a fucking cliff

OH MYG OOOOD, i am genuinely about to combust, look at them!!! 😭😭😭😭🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

i love them SO bloody much it’s actually ridiculous, i can't handle it

like, where do i sign up to get carried around a pool like a sack of potatoes by the love of my life????

oohh, this truly made my whole day, thank you so much! you have no idea how much this kind of feedback keeps me going!

🏁 — (honestly) haven't changed a thing | #MV3

wc: 7.8k

summary: the aftermath of a storm is always quieter, but it’s when the walls finally begin to crumble. once the front door closes and the chaos of the party is left behind, the fragile illusion of the last few months completely ruins itself for both of you. while you try to focus on his bleeding knuckles to ignore the terrifying reality of what almost happened on that balcony, max is privately drowning in the fear of having pushed you too far. you’re exhausted from the weight of always having to be strong, and he is terrified that you’ll send him away. but in the silence of your house, as the ice melts, you both realize that some threads simply refuse to break.

themes: vulnerability & safe haven, the weight of being a woman in this shitty world, muscle memory & total surrender, the blunt reality of paddock dynamics, the illusion of moving on completely shattered.

contains: emotional breakdown, anxiety/panic symptoms, heavy hurt/comfort, a (absolutely) unextinguished love, Max Verstappen vs. the world (he could literally tell everyone to go to hell for you and wouldn't give a damn about it), the ultimate dutch comfort card (the sudden, devastating return of low-whispered nicknames that possess the immediate power to obliterate every single one of your defenses), a weak grip on a wrist, and finding your central orbit in the dark.

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