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#ship: star crossed lovers
valyrfia · 4 months
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We are way too spoiled of lestappen these days (except for today 😭😭😭) because why did everyone move on from Max saying that he ALWAYS thought that when he makes it to F1 he saw Charles there too…. what Is wrong with Him.
Also my personal favorite: Max sayinf that he hopes him and Charles could be like the new generation version of Seb and Lewis…. Mind you he said this in 2018 I’m pretty sure so Charles was a ROOKIE (a very talented one but still)
Yep, we should NOT forget how absolutely batshit insane the last quarter of the 2023 season was. Max's little speech about knowing that because he made it, Charles was bound to make it too....most romantic thing I've heard in a while I have no idea how Charles stayed with a straight face in that press conference.
Max has always been a little insane about Charles, like you said lest we forget that 2018 quote about saying that him and Charles were going to be like Seb and Lewis (noticeably, choosing a rivalry that is remembered as more friendly than not–bearing in mind that Charles for all we know was still very much in the middle of his Max Verstappen Murder Agenda at this point).
While we're talking about early days of F1 Lestappen as well, I'm going to bring this picture back.
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Now as @gaslightgirlsummer educated me on a little bit ago, this was 2017. To set the scene, Charles is doing FP1 for Haas and is also having the most jaw-dropping F2 stint of all time. Max is in the middle of fighting with Danny Ric for the n1 spot at Red Bull. I'm absolutely obsessed with their body language in this image, because they must've not crossed paths a lot since karting, and Charles isn't even an F1 driver, yet Max's entire body is angled towards him, a patented Charles Leclerc soft smile on his face. Charles similarly, is twisted towards Max, his arm outstretched behind him and looks genuinely a bit giddy at seeing Max. This is the crux of Lestappen–they've always been a bit weird and obsessive about each other even when they haven't been in the same space for a while and by the timeline, they aren't even truly friendly yet.
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bittersweet-nothingss · 2 months
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"it's a tragedy, the way he loves you; it is a tragedy that star crossed lovers will read about a hundred years later, and weep over blood not yet spilt-
because if you two could not make it; no one will."
-(the playwrights will write your names in the darkness of the sky)
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ghastlytofu · 7 months
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I relate to Wyll Ravengard because I, too, have daddy issues and an intense desire to woo mystical creatures with the power of dance and my boyish charm
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1pcii · 4 months
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my fave alabasta shipping dynamics is pre-established zolu playing matchmaker (how successful they are? eehhhh) for pining namivivi
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velvet4510 · 5 days
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getvalentined · 1 year
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One set of wings. Complete, but only together.
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sapphicmcmean · 5 months
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thazoë i miss you so much
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pinkytoothlesso11 · 7 months
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Hi Pinky, do you think Jlaire is Beauty or Treagdy
I think Jlaire is both to an extent.
Yes, they have many parallels to Romeo and Juliet, but even when they 'lose' each other, be it to corruption, a certain timeline reset or even death, they can't help but reach out to each other. Through time and space.
Jlaire is beautiful because it persists. Even when there's no memory, even when it looks like goodbye. It's a tragedy because time and time again they're cruelly separated. But they find each other all the same.
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alixgracchus · 3 months
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me looking at my latest fic stats:
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(also no hits? 🥹)
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kelbzsstuff · 5 months
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Anyone for an emotional edit
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halcyondaaze · 10 months
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Charlie Bowater, 2016 // Ani Asoyan, The Kiss of the Universe (oil on canvas) // Madeline Miller, Circe, 2018 // W. B. Yeats, The Wanderings of Oisin, 1889 (paraphrased)
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bittersweet-nothingss · 2 months
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"You love him despite the burden of Atlas resting on his shoulders, and he loves you despite the death still clinging to your lips, and the blood drying at it's corners.
What a pair you make."
- the greatest lovers in hell
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enobariasteeth · 1 year
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Loving the hunger games resurgence but some of y’all’s takes fucking suck
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otpcompendium · 1 year
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TW terminal illness
A has the ability to share time from their life with others. They rarely use this ability until they meet and fall in love with B, who is terminally ill, and start discreetly adding time to B's life from their own in order to be able to spend more time together.
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lais-a-ramos · 2 years
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can't wait for first kill to premiere so i can make it my entire personality tbh
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softquietsteadylove · 11 months
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This is so niche, but I just watched Water for Elephants and I can’t stop thinking about a thenamesh circus au! So here’s my prompt: Thena is the star of the show, married to the cruel ringmaster who thinks he owns her. Then lo and behold, a certain sweet handsome and strong stable hand shows up and OBVIOUSLY they fall in love!!! Do whatever you’d like to with that LOL but let the drama and angst ensue
"Thanks for the help, Gil," two of the stage hands waved to him as they continued breaking down the ring and its rigging.
"Any time, guys," Gil waved back. He was the newest addition to the crew of the travelling circus. He really got the impression that the ring leader didn't actually want to hire him, but that it was his wife - the star headliner - who actually wanted to.
The animals needed proper veterinary care, not just Kro looking at them and saying that they could do the show until they died. No one really argued with the boss, except Thena.
No one knew how the stunning trapeze artist ended up marrying such a monster of a man. His story was that they met young and fell in love and he whisked her away to pursue their dreams together. It didn't take a genius to know that it was clearly only half of the story. But she was his wife, and the shining star of their travelling circus. So what Thena said was top priority.
Gil had spoken with her a few times while taking care of the animals. She cared for them very deeply, which warmed his heart. Especially in comparison to how Kro viewed them as nothing but walking dollar signs.
"We can get a few more shows out of it!"
"He has a bad leg!"
"Y'know when it can rest? When it's dead!"
Gil frowned, moving away from the walkway back to his personal train car and off to the side of things. It was dark out, with only the glow of their work lamps lighting things. But he could see that head of sparkling blonde hair anywhere.
"Move," Kro snarled, whether she was his wife or not. The white horse was cowering behind her.
"No," she stood against him, although he had no problem grabbing her for it. She leaned her face away from his. His hands gripped her arms, easily encircling her lithe and delicate muscles. "Stop it."
"Are you choosing a horse over me," he kept his eyes on her as he leaned into her space, "dearest?"
Thena was tough--she never had any problem with Kro's temper whenever he had a fit during rehearsal or when they were setting up. But it would be a lie to say she didn't have a certain shiver in her when he called her that. "No."
"Hey!"
Gil only realised he had said anything when the arguing couple turned towards him. He gripped his satchel in his hand but walked closer. He told himself to stay the course as Kro at least let go of Thena and stepped away from her.
"You say something?" the ring leader glared at him. Gil was not a small man, but this beast was something else. Gil often caught himself wondering if he ever ended up accidentally hurting his incredibly delicate - incredibly beautiful - wife.
"S-Sorry," Gil cleared his throat, dipping his head slightly to look up at him more. The ring leader liked flattery and feeling like he was the king of them all. "I just...I saw Angus and wondered if you needed a hand with anything."
"Mind your own, Vet," Kro snapped at him, straightening out his red performing jacket.
"No, Gil, wait!" Thena rushed, reaching out and pulling him towards her and the horse. "Angus' leg--it will heal, won't it?"
Her eyes were so, so green.
"The beast is gettin' sold to the factories by the third stop this week," Kro argued immediately.
"Gil, please," Thena pleaded again, although Kro's eyes moved to how her hands had moved to grip his sleeve. She pulled them back to herself, still standing in front of the quivering horse.
"Uh," he gulped. Horse's were fragile in the legs, and he couldn't guarantee the healing would happen quickly. But he looked from Thena to Kro, who looked ready to aim between poor Angus' eyes here and now. Gil nodded, "y-yeah. Angus is pretty young. With what it would cost to get a new horse and teach it the routine, you might as well just let Angus rest for the next two shows, three--tops!"
Kro huffed, already plenty angered just for having to argue about it. He straightened up to his full height again, looking down at Gil, "three shows?"
Gil crossed his fingers behind his back, "three shows."
"Fine, the beast lives."
Thena reached behind her, patting Angus' mane between his ears.
"But if it's any more than that," Kro glared at Gil in particular, leaning his head closer as he began walking away, "you'll put him down yourself."
"Yes, sir," Gil nodded. He could do that much; if anything, it would be kinder than however Kro would do it, he was sure.
Kro looked over his shoulder after a second, eyeing Thena. "I'll be waiting...dearest."
There was that shiver, "yes, dear."
Gil waited until Kro was moving away again to go over to her, "are you okay?"
She rubbed her hands over her bare arms, still in her sparkly - and sparse - performing costume. "I'm fine."
Gil had his doubts about that, but there wasn't much of anything he could actually do about it. He nodded, moving to take Angus' bridle in hand gently. "Does...he wasn't hurting you, was he?--when I came out here?"
Thena smiled at him, although there was something awfully morose about it. It looked like a smile, but it felt like she was crying. "No, Gil. He wasn't hurting me."
Gil gripped the leather straps tighter. Whether he believed that or not, if there ever came a day when he could no longer take the words at face value...
Thena took a step forward, making him even more aware of how ghostly she was. She was such a shining star when she was up on the high wires. But she was just a little thing, up close and personal. "Don't let him catch you worrying about me. He'll throw you from the train without hesitation."
Gil believed that too. But he also believed that if he ever saw that beast being too rough with her, he wouldn't be holding himself responsible for his actions. "I'll be sure to hide it from him, Miss."
Thena smiled, maybe even laughed to herself, and his heart twisted even more in his chest. She had such a pretty smile. "Take care of Angus for me, Gilgamesh? He'll need his rest for the next few days."
"'Course, Miss," Gil responded automatically, although he didn't take a single breath as Thena's hand just barely brushed over his as she stepped away and made her way back to the luxury sleeper car she and the ring leader shared.
She and her husband.
Gil turned to the horse, who was exhausted after just barely completing the show on an injured leg. "C'mon, boy, let's get you some calcium and a brace. Miss Thena's counting on you."
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