Tumblr Short Requests
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tumblr short request for gax cardiophilia
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- Part 1 of Tumblr Short Requests
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Georgia and Alexandra are the best of friends, laying out at the beach. Georgia is perfectly happy to lie still and drift between dreaming and sand and saltwater, and Alex just untied her fucking bikini top.
OR teenage Galex gender swap beach-day shenanigans.
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- Part 2 of Tumblr Short Requests
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Lando crashes in 2026 preseason testing a la Fernando Alonso 2015. His memories are impacted forever, but Max's love for him grows ever stronger.
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- Part 3 of Tumblr Short Requests
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Oscar had, at some point, become a piece of furniture.
That wasn’t a complaint. Just an observation. Like noticing the weather had turned or that the apples in hospitality were bad again.
George Russell had apparently decided that wherever Oscar was standing was the correct place to be. This was true at national anthems, in the paddock, in the media pen, and—most impressively—exactly when Oscar was attempting to film something for McLaren’s social channels.
Every race weekend, without fail, George found him. Especially if he needed an umbrella.
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- Part 4 of Tumblr Short Requests
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In Singapore, Max can't look away from George. The trouble is, George wants him to look.
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- Part 5 of Tumblr Short Requests
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Thank you, Colorado, Lewis typed. Until next time.
He posted it to his Instagram and returned to his morning parfait without paying any mind to the likes and comments rolling in.
His phone buzzed with a text almost immediately. He glanced down as he took another bite, brow furrowing.
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mate, tell me you’re still in colorado 🙏OR George tags along with Lewis back to London on a red-eye.
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- Part 6 of Tumblr Short Requests
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Checo frowned, still foggy with sleep, and dragged his fingers down again, slower this time. The resistance wasn’t imagined. It wasn’t fabric. It wasn’t the angle. It was flesh.
There was no delicate discovery here. No ambiguity. No *maybe I’m still dreaming.*
There were breasts on his body.
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- Part 7 of Tumblr Short Requests