a date normal for most people, but not us, formula 1 and motorsport fans. It’s been 2 years now. 2 years since we lost Jules and the pain is still as fresh as 2 years ago because deep down every one of us knows it never needed to happen.
I know at one point Jules would have driven for our team, for Ferrari and I know he would’ve won championships and championships but he was taken from us early.
Jules was a special person, he was always smiling, always cheerful and happy, no one could dislike him even if they tried, they couldn’t. All drivers, teams, fans we all loved him and still do and it may have been 2 years but we never forgot about him. I believe all of us will carry him in our hearts for the rest of our lives just as he is looking at us from up there and keeping an eye on us and the drivers and enjoying the races as much as we do.
It’s been 2 years and I still remember drivers faces when they stood in that circle, I still remember Seb racing for Jules, not only Seb but all the drivers, especially Felipe since he was one of the drivers who was hit the most.
It’s been 2 years but Jules we will never forget about you, your smile, your laugh, your pure talent, your heart of gold, you might now have a win or a championship but we will still talk about you, generations after. You might not have a win or a championship but you left a mark on us and the sport.
FlintWood Stop being so lame For the drabbles u ship them right?
“Stop being so lame,” Marcus complained, reaching for the glass that Oliver had just swiped from him.
“I’m being ‘lame’ because you told me to stop you after six drinks, Marcus,” his boyfriend replied, holding the firewhisky that Marcus very much wanted just out of reach.
“Sober me is stupid,” Marcus said, lunging a bit towards the tumbler in Oliver hand, failing, and collapsing onto Oliver’s lap instead. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” Marcus muttered, rubbing his cheek against Oliver’s jeans.
“Sober you says the same thing about drunk you.”
“So I’m always stupid. Big deal.” Marcus grinned up at Oliver. “You still like me anyway.”
Oliver rolled his eyes.
“Merlin knows why,” he said, but the exasperation in his voice was undercut by the affectionate smile on his lips as he took a sip of Marcus’ drink.
“No fair,” Marcus pouted, looking up at the drink with longing, but his arms were too heavy to try to grab at it again.
“Since when do you know a goddamn thing about being fair, Flint?” Oliver laughed.
“You’re just mad I’m better at Quidditch than you.”
“I might be if that was even remotely true.”
“I hate you.”
“I know.” Marcus closed his eyes, a smile on his face and Oliver’s hand stroking his hair.
Okay but an au where Ophelia finds this half alive kitten that has one eye and like three legs and Jules tells her that she cant keep it and O is like “of course I wont, I dont even like cats. Im mot an animal person why would I ever-” then ends up keeping the damn cat, and complaining about how much its the devil to jules and jules is like “WHY DID U KEEP IT” and O is just like “… it stole my heart wITH EVIL”
guys just. please. god, please. make sure your friends know you love them. make sure they have no doubts. make sure they know you’ll always be there for them, no matter what happens. make sure they know they can come to you.
it’s okay to leave people’s lives and switch friend groups and all that but god, just. when youre friends with someone. make sure they know.