“my child is fine” your child wants to marry multiple fictional characters
I'm thinking about starting to post fanfic ideas that occur to me, just uploading the concepts with some details or plot lines.
Dear Lando,
words cannot describe how proud I am of you. You fought well when everyone was against you, I am glad you didn’t let others decide your capability and I know this year was just the start. Keep smiling and know that your fans love you and will always have your back. This year you gave us a glimpse that you are an excellent driver in budding and the coming years will be a real fight for others. coming 2nd, I know it’s not won but lost, but you rose from an inexperienced rookie to a world champion contender.
for many more wins and future and my future champion, lots of love and don’t be disappointed because this is just the start of a journey of a world champion 🏆
Between the dark circles and him talking to himself I think his demons are winning.
as things get progressively worse, Quinn is caught on camera talking to his ghosts
OH.
I honestly don't know how to express everything I'm going through right now.
I remember being about 6 years old and seeing that boy with messy curls and a catchy smile, how even through a screen he transmitted his love for the sport to me. Now at 20 years old seeing him leave feels too much.
I'm going to miss him so much. I hope you have many more adventures and enjoy the butterflies.
Thank you very much Daniel.
It’s weird.
I’ve been a Formula 1 fan for most of my life, I’ve seen drivers come and go, I cried when Sebastian Vettel retired.
But this hits particularly hard.
I remember watching Daniel Ricciardo’s first race. I was nine, and I remember thinking about how young he looked. I remember him winning with Red Bull. I remember his smile. I remember his shoeys. I remember Monaco 2018 and how, despite not being a Red Bull fan, I teared up as Daniel got redemption. I remember the rollercoaster that followed his leaving. I remember his return last year. I remember him breaking his wrist to protect Oscar Piastri while crashing. I remember the grins and laughter. I remember to enjoy the butterflies.
This one hurts.
Thank you, Honey Badger 🦡
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nothing scares me more than a canucks third period