i want all of this come true
predictions for the f1 2025 car launch in london:
someone forgets to send out the dress code. george russell turns up in an immaculately pressed suit, lando norris turns up in black sweatpants.
the british drivers are raised onto the stage like they’re in the eras tour
the non-british drivers have to come in through the crowd entrance and buy their own tickets
christian horner still hasn’t decided who’s filling that second red bull seat. as a result max is accompanied on stage by what seems to be three untrained rookies in a trenchcoat
speaking of max, he doesn’t speak a word the entire night preferring instead to communicate short answers in sign language.
the hosts keep trying to awkwardly fill time à la eurovision song contest
there are at least two fistfights
and one dogfight (leo and roscoe)
pierre and esteban stand next to each other at first before they have to awkwardly be reminded that they’re not teammates anymore
someone makes a thinly veiled reference to the mclaren 2024 rear wing
kimi antonelli gets booed (british crowd) and about half the grid has to be physically restrained from jumping on the audience
toto wolff tries to seduce max yet again.
max audibly laughs at him. this is the only time we hear his voice all night.
oscar piastri gets visibly teary at the sight of drs since it’s the last time it’ll be used in f1
fred vasseur makes an insane prediction on how many races ferrari will win. everyone laughs at him.
he ends up being absolutely right
fernando turns up in another team’s colours
it’s later revealed that one team paid the sound engineers to play thunderous applause when their car was revealed
one livery will merit audible laughter
it will be alpine’s.
ass so fat he need a passport 4 that shit
Ithaca saga completely changed my brain chemistry.
If I pray hard enough OP81 wins the ausgp
I want a fic or something about the Batfamily where Jason and Dick de-aged back to their Robin days by like a wizard or some shit, then Damian and Tim have to look after them... except they mix them up.
There's two little boys with black hair and blue eyes, wearing the same pants-less costume, and both answering to the name of Robin, but one is all wide eyes and wide smile and one has a murderous anger in his gaze and demeanor, so they make assumptions that *obviously* the murder-y one is Jason and the happy little boy is Dick.
Then they get back to the Batcave and Bruce automatically knows which one is which and calls them by the right names. I just think it'd be a total mind-fuck for Tim and especially Damian.
OSCAR, BRING THAT RAGE!! 😤😤
i must choose a person to delete my ao3 history if i god permit i die
less than a tenth of a second he must be so pissed off
Knight Osc
I dreamed about him so now you have to look at him too
this is hilarious and insightful
Honestly at this point the star wars Wikipedia is the only thing left that can still make me laugh
bleep bloop WIP inspired by another post i saw but i forgor