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I’ve just noticed Lewis has a Michael Jackson tattoo. That’s a bit off putting ! Just sayin

Yeahhh, it's relatively new as well.

I guess people's thoughts on it will depend largely on what their thoughts are on Michael Jackson's innocence/guilt. I personally wouldn't want it on my body, but then I guess there's plenty of people who believe he was a pure innocent soul and therefore would see no issue with it.

Lewis has always been a Michael Jackson fan though. He had a tribute helmet back in 2013, and he made a slightly odd comment about wishing he had his life a few years back, so it's not really a new revelation that he feels that way about him. It's certainly... a choice.

#Ask

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thinking, pondering, analyzing

#Is there anyone he won't flirt with? #He's either after some ice cream #Or this is some intricate twink ritual... #It's very omega coded if I'm being perfectly blunt?

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One of the worst feelings is when you feel a hyperfixiation slipping.. Like no.. Youre so sexy pls keep giving me happy chemical

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I feel like there's two levels of chronically online. There's like, the variety where you recognize obscure memes and stupid drama and post constantly but have some sort of tether to reality and have friends in the real world and read the news from time to time, and then there's the kind where you genuinely don't realize that your political position or feelings about popular media are not just non-mainstream but actively fringe and that it's not emotional labor to pick people up from the airport.

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galex + txt posts = true 4.0

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George, unprompted, when interviewed for an article about Charles during his initial Ferrari signing:

Russell took a distant fourth in the ALPS standings, although he did claim the 2014 BRDC F4 title. [...] He also suffered from chicken pox that caused him to miss the Monza round, where Leclerc took his two wins. "I didn't think it affected me at the time, but I struggled a bit for no reason in the following few F4 races," says Russell. "It was quite severe - I've still got some bad scars. I put my family off their dinner a few times!"

#Eeek chicken pox at 16 is no joke... #But also... #Why were you showing your family your pox marks at mealtimes georgie? #Never escaping the shirtless accusations

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ate and left no crumbs 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

via: Sorry Lance Stroll, but is it really that difficult to apologise for driving into Daniel Ricciardo? | Planet F1

#Yeahhhh the fact that he a) still can't accept that this was his fault is really fkn alarming #But also b) that AM are supporting his line that it wasn't fault.... that's.... really bad too #Like the Mike knackered statements defending the indefensible for his drivers are really cute #They're just terrible pr they does nothing to help anyone #That being said seeing as I support a driver who keeps getting accused of 'not taking responsibility' even when he categorically has #I don't know I agree it's going to turn a negative into a positive like this suggests because a lot of f1 fans struggle with comprehension #But this adds to a growing list of things in the last 12 months that aren't a great look for lance #And just kind of add to the growing questions over when AM intend to become serious #Or if they're just going to keep struggling like this for nepotisms sake

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2024 CHINESE GP : pre-race

#I cant stop thinking about how he kept telling seb he wanted a hairband like his #So he grew his hair out and he got one #Dreams can come true kids!

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george russell has been super consistent all season save for the sprint and im pretty excited for him, like if he had a better car with this consistency he’d be a challenger up there with mclaren and ferrari

#Give him a better car toto ffs

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'We have something coming for Miami' Toto do NOT do this to me

#'A bit'... #Toto that's not an actual measurement hun #In before it's just a different paint job again

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george russell and lewis hamilton during the drivers parade, china - april 21, 2024

#My favourite part of this? #Charlotte running after them at full pelt #Like someone's left the back gate open and the puppies have escaped unsupervised #And she needs to catch them before they get to the microphone and start causing chaos #She's running with that stanley cup with MASSIVE “FENTON!!” energy... #'Oh bloody hell!'

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heartbreaking news…..george is wearing gel on his hair again

#I honestly can't figure out if it's gel or he's just wet? #Cos by the driver parade it was looking significantly less... slick? #The high maintenance hell of long hair on guys #Honestly at this point I just want it long enough to try a little top knot just once? #Someone give the guy a hand!

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Baby Reindeer (2024)

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I just got addicted to Appletiser and now I've just found out it's worse for you than coke and now I'm sad...

#I just want something I can put in a wine glass so I can pretend to be sophisticated #Without getting 20 questions about my drinking habits

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Could you do 28 (proposal) and 37 (coming out) for galex?

send me a prompt from this or this list

“We should get married,” George says and Alex drums his fingertips on George’s ribs, says: “Yeah, Georgie, okay.”

“I’m serious,” George blinks and his eyelids feel too slow. He tries to blink faster, but it’s like his body is set on a delay.

“Oh, me too,” Alex says. “You book a church for this Sunday, I’ll buy the flowers and we’re set.”

His arm is warm and careful around George’s body as he keeps him steady while he tries to unlock George’s front door with his free hand. When he gets the door open, he gently drags George through it, down the hall and to his bedroom, George’s unwilling limbs rattling after them.

“I’m --” George says again and he has to force his voice through a thick lump that’s suddenly stuck in his throat. “Alex, I’m serious.”

Alex hums while he unzips George’s coat and slides it off his shoulders and then pushes him down on his bed, kneels to take George’s shoes off.

“Alex,” George says again and Alex snorts.

“Shit, Georgie,” Alex says and George lets his elbows slide out from under him until he’s on his back, legs dangling off the side of the bed. “You’re even drunker than I thought.”

“‘M not,” George murmurs. “I’m just sad you’re not--you won’t--”

“First of all,” Alex says as he starts hoisting George’s legs up the bed to get him situated in the right direction. “You’re straight, so that’d be a rough start to our marriage.”

“Ha,” George says and when Alex looks at him George can see his easy expression sluicing down the creases of his eyebrows, knotting together.

“Georgie?” Alex says and then he stops rearranging George’s limbs, sits down on the mattress. “Are you okay? You’ve been--I mean this in the nicest way possible, but you’ve been kind of a mess tonight."

With difficulty, George manages to wrench his phone from his pocket and navigate to the right email thread to hand it to Alex. As he reads, George lets his eyes slip down the familiar lines of Alex’s body, his hunched shoulders and the bend of his knee, one long leg pulled up and folded under himself.

“Jesus Christ” Alex says, more to himself than George. The furl between his eyebrows has smoothed out, his face entirely blank now with pale shock. “Georgie, this is--Jesus Christ.”

“My team is trying to handle it,” George says. It’d been the worst part of it, when he’d finally laid it out in front of his PR officer. Sitting opposite from her, watching her quietly read the messages and the emails with the photos, face impassive throughout it. She’d put down the phone, sighed and said we’ll handle it. George would’ve taken her getting mad--disappointed even. Anything but this; dispassionate professionalism. Then again, he’d been so mad at himself already, for the previous two weeks. Maybe there wasn’t anything left anymore and George’d used up the continent’s supply for the rest of the year.

“Didn’t even go through with it,” George murmurs. “We met up at some pub and I didn’t--something was feeling off, so I thought--”

He almost smiles when he remembers it; walking home and feeling so proud of himself, trusting his gut, not following his dick into trouble like some other guys did. Not even thinking about the messages; the photos that maybe didn’t have his face in it, but more than enough to tie the threads neatly together for anyone sufficiently motivated by the thought of a quick payday.

“Thought I was so smart,” George coughs out a wet laugh. “Such a fucking--”

“Stop,” Alex says. His knuckles are white around George’s phone. “George, this is--you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Oh, please,” George says. His eyelids feel heavy suddenly, like someone has gently put their fingertips on top and is sliding them closed. “Say that to the--to the fucking overtime bills my team is sending me."

“It’s that fucking guy’s fault for being a piece of shit,” Alex says. When George wrenches his eyes open again, his face is pale, mouth a thin line. “George, this is--this is fucking horrible, are you okay?”

“Want to know the stupidest part?” George says. He lets his eyes slip closed again, so he won’t have to see Alex for this. “My team--this afternoon they said they think he found a buyer so we need to start thinking about PR strategies for when he--after publication.”

George swallows and suddenly, a warm hand appears at his forehead, brushing his hair off it.

“And my first thought was, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad that people knew,” He reaches up and strokes his thumb down the bumpy ridge of Alex’s knuckles, stops at his ring finger. “If it meant--if maybe.”

Alex’s hand freezes mid-movement and George breathes out. He trails his thumb down the back of Alex's hand, all the way from his broad fingernail, past the fragile metacarpal bones to the bumps at the base of his thin wrist. Then he turns on his side so Alex’s hand slips off his forehead and he presses his face into the pillow; cool fabric against hot skin.

“Said it was stupid,” George murmurs and Alex doesn’t say anything for a long time, before tugging the cover out from under George so he can pull it over him.

“I’ll stay on the couch tonight,” Alex says quietly.

“You don’t have to,” George says and Alex touches the skin of George’s bicep, just under the hem of his t-shirt and then pulls away immediately, like he’s unsure in which way he’s allowed to touch George now.

“I don’t think I want you being alone tomorrow,” Alex says and George pulls his knees up to his chest, makes a vague, assenting noise. He’s almost asleep already, can only barely hear Alex standing up and walking away, then the clink of Alex setting down something on the night stand besides him before he tips over the edge. In his dream, he’s driving a car with Alex in the passenger’s seat, past endless rows of palm trees as on the radio, an Elvis song is playing.

#Ohhhh this is so good I could read another ten chapters of this kind of angst #Just marry him albono? #Why does the galex angst hurt so good?