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max, don't panic l Max Verstappen blurb

a/n: he'd absolutely stop his car bc 1) what's a couple of points for this man? he's going to gain them back while sleeping; 2) this man PROTECTS you cannot tell me otherwise.

also, pls if anyone knows how to turn this blog (sideblog) into the main? my main is full of Shawn Mendes fics and on a permanent hiatus so I'll take any advice pls. anyway... I tried my best bc for some reason driver!reader is not my fav trope? but anyway, hope you enjoy <3

genre: kinda dramatic? angst? idk. request is here.

warnings: car crash.

pairing: Max Verstappen x driver!reader.

max, don´t panic – max verstappen blurb

The private but not secret applied to you and your boyfriend perfectly. Even if you didn't walk around hand I hand in the paddock, you always arrived together, bright smiles, sometimes riding the same car or blinded SUV, even arriving on the same planes.

This wouldn't be exactly controversial, but giving the fact you both were Formula 1 drivers, Max for Red Bull and you for Ferrari, yeah, it was a big thing. Especially since you and another driver in Williams were the only girls, people's eyes were always on you, obviously laced with criticism, sexism and misogyny, and of course everyone was waiting and constantly asking about which driver was the most handsome, if something had happened between you or any of the male drivers.

It wasn't pretty.

So Charles Leclerc had to miss a triple header due to an injury which costed him a surgery, you were briefly promoted to the Scuderia from Haas. The only thing you or anyone in the garage heard during the last few days was why you, why not Ferrari's own reserve driver? why not a driver with more experience? of course the lacing question was, why not a male driver?

You didn't need the press and public to keep speculating as your last Sunday driving for Ferrari arrived, even if sports sites stated the only reason you were chosen was because of your "especial friendship" with Max Verstappen, because it didn't make any sense otherwise. Of course Max rolled his eyes every time he heard something about it, forcing to bit his tongue to tell someone to fuck off, the fact you had been dating for now nine months had absolutely nothing of your job and performance.

It wouldn't help your case very much, having to calm him down on your shared hotel room. Well, it wasn't exactly shared, you just left you room vacant and made it to Max's to spend the night, sleeping in his warm embrace and messy kisses, trying to not exhaust your bodies in order to not be overly tired during race day.

Now, Sunday. Oh boy.

Before pulling your helmet, you found Max's eyes across the garage, doing a small sign with your fingers which Max matched, a secret language reserved for the both of you, expressing your love and preoccupation in front of everyone who was oblivious to the love language displayed in plain sight.

Then the race started and it was ordinary; good weather, good pace. But during lap twenty something happened.

You didn't really register when an Aston Martin car made contact with your rear wing, making you lose control and also getting hit by a Mercedes on the left side, which sent you flying through the gravel.

Fuck.

Your eyes closed as you felt the car spinning, waiting to make contact with the wall, trying to relax your body and mind, knowing injuries would be even more serious after the impact if her body was limp enough. Then it happened, you stopped rolling, the sound of gravel and tires stopped; radio wasn't working, though it wouldn't really work since you couldn't find your voice.

Max was on other sector, Gianpiero telling him to expect a red flag. At the same time, his eyes fixed on the screen and noticed the unmistakable red car flying and crashing.

Max was a man prepared for anything on the race track. Seriously, you could throw anything at him and Max would remain calm and collected, his body and mind not having to even think before making a move.

But this... this he wasn't prepared for.

"Which Ferrari was that?" Max asked through the radio, voice masking a slight panic.

"I don't have that information, yet. I'll let you know, now focus on slowing down, please, red flag red flag,"

"Is the driver okay?" Max completely ignored the other instructions given to him.

"No word, Max. Please," GP was cut off.

"Please tell me who's Ferrari is it!"

"Sainz was on the pit, it's (Y/N)'s Ferrari. Max, you can't speed up,"

Max ignored him. Of course, he knew better than to get in the way of the safety car and medical cars rushing, also noticing a green figure trying to get closer to the car, also noting a Mercedes and Aston with damages.

"Max, come to the pit, please," GP had many many experiences dealing with Max, but this was new. "Max, you are not going to help, you will only obstruct and put the car and yourself in danger,"

Max was covered in chills, watching the wrecked Ferrari, trapped against the wall, no movement.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is completely unheard of. This is by far the worst accident during this season, but Red bull's Max Verstappen drove his car towards the crash, ignoring the red flag and his engineer. We don't now what's going on, how is the driver, as you can see it's a mess," That's what the audience was hearing and watching.

Ignoring everything, Max prompted himself up, leaving the car and reaching the medical car, trying to get someone to connect him to the Ferrari radio, knowing her radio was probably dead.

Time stopped, and then he saw you being carried, barely conscious but giving a thumbs up, and he felt like he could collapse and cry and laugh, all at the same time.

"I'm riding with her," Max stepped inside the ambulance, knowing pictures were being captured and broadcasted of him kissing your temple and holding your hand.

#max verstappen blurb #max verstappen fanfic #max verstappen au #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen #max verstappen angst #max verstappen x you #f1 x reader #f1 fic #f1 x you #f1 fanfic

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raceweek · 10 months

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Hey what happened in the 2020 season with Alex? (Sorry new fan and still learning)

omg you never need to apologise to me for not knowing things i literally know nothing

the 2020 season from the alexnation perspective was like being in a hamster ball being hurled around for 5 months straight basically but here’s the breakdown:

so for context 2019 was really really good for alex he was promoted as a rookie and he shunted a fair few times and most of the time wasn’t on maxs quali pace but red bull were the third quickest team so he wasn’t expected to win or anything. alex ultimately beat pierres points tally from his 12 races in the red bull within 7 as a rookie so like. whilst it was insane behaviour for red bull to promote him in the first place he did perform phenomenally

then we turn to 2020 pre season testing. mercedes was dominant as per (dreamy sigh) and the red bull was quick but looked. edgy. for both alex and max but ferrari were fucking nowhere so it was still like really positive for red bull bc it was basically two extra places gained and then. global pandemic. and then as a footnote to the whole you know. global pandemic. sebastian vettel was dumped from the love island villa (ferrari (everyone gasped))

and then! triple header one and the first race in austria had max running an upgraded front wing and none for alex and it was like understood i think like it wasn’t a big deal at the time

and then everything that could have possibly happened. happened. in the race and alex and lewis…yeah. but the world did in fact keep spinning!

and then alex got p4 in the second austria race (altho. significantly off of maxs pace in p3 for sureee) and everyone was like if only max had a rear gunner (wistful) which in my opinion is an insult to lewis and the w11 but whatever. nothing else really happened here other than horner and marko making kissy faces at seb during this time but that’s just contextfkdkd

so then the next race in hungary alex qualified p13 and even though max only qualified p7 and it was the third race of the season alex was getting eaten alive and george was on live tv like red bull are making him look like an idiot and he’s not an idiot and they need to fix it for him and it was like fucking hell what is going ONNN we haven’t even made it to the third race yet (like imagine anyone coming out and declaring this after australia quali this year like. wild scenes)

so then one week break and then triple header two started and during the races at silverstone they start talking in the media about when the best time to demote alex is even though the only times he’d finished outside the top six was brazil 2019 and austria 2020 which. pls consult youtube if you need further info here

they also changed alexs race engineer in silverstone so More turbulence altho completely welcome this time (simon rennie come back we love u, ur so sexc haha x)

then during the final triple header 2 race in barcelona he gets put on the most ass strategy known to man like with context this was criminal behaviour actually

and then one week break and then triple header 3 starts (do you feel like a hamster yet) at spa and unbeknownst to us all at the time but later confirmed by will buxton and dts horner is in the mf pitlane in spa propositioning seb like one more year and then you can come home which. have some decorum alex is behind you in the garage. but anyway in the general media everyone was gagging for pierre’s red bull return so there were bigger fish

anyway. SPA. they did this to my boy

and alex made the best out of it but as per the comeback kid episode of dts that everyone loves (🙃) alex was made out to be useless and it was like. wtf did you expect

THEN between spa and monza helmut marko was like oh btw alex hasn’t actually had the same parts as max for most races this year okay bye and alexnation was like…wtf. but then no one else really cared and it was like UMMM OKAY

and then monza happened and alex was in a first lap sandwich involving pierre and then second lap crashed into grosjean (alexs fault - live laugh love x) and had a huge chunk of his floor missing so finished p nowhere and then. pierre won and good for her i guess but then ex drivers were on live tv demanding alex step down for pierre which like no one has ever done this in the history of the sport as far as im aware so it was fucking savage especially when this was the first race alex had finished outside of the points for red bull in (with the exception of the two aforementioned events)

and then mugello wooooooooooooo!! alexs first podium!!!!!! i was gassed at the time but it was sort of sad looking back like if you listen to his team radio across the line from getting p7 in canada and then compare it to his first podium in mugello it’s. yeah! we were enduring it!!

and then sochi happened in its own weird bubble and alex was nowhere really got caught behind carlos hitting the wall at the first corner after a poor quali and that was that

then. triple header number four starts with horner giving alex an ultimatum of we’re backing you but we want results in the next three races or ur finished hunny which. okay

then first race of the triple header max ends up blocking alex in his quali run (live laugh love 2.0 x) and then:

YEAH

nurburgring was the they race me so hard incident. available to view elsewhere bc god knows im not reliving that!!

imola was again nightmarish. red bull media team said alex was working with a mental coach (patrick his trainer had got mental health qualifications basically) and was supporting him etc which. here comes paul di resta live on air laughing about how max wouldn’t need mental support. it was once again. brutal. especially bc he was getting a load of xenophobic abuse online already like fuck off

back on the track alex basically spun on his own but thought he had been hit and no one thought to tell him before he went into the media pen that he hadn’t actually been hit so it was fucking awkward and yeah twitter was brutal again

then istanbul happened. red bull looked promising but both max and alex finished well off so it was just whatever really lewis did a madness no one really cared about red bull

then final three races of the season started with the grosjean crash in bahrain which ended with alex on the podium and then checo won sakhir and alex wasn’t really there and then we were at the final race in abu dhabi where red bull officially signed checo (as confirmed by will buxtons analysis of the curtains. god i can’t believe this season was real)

but alex didn’t find out for like two weeks later when the season was well and truly over and was taking drinks to the factory for everyone and it was heartbreaking and then he didn’t have a seat and spent the next year saying it killed him so. yeah…TA-DA

#tldr: nearly every round of the 2020 season had smth traumatic happen #and like i don’t think alex would beat max over the course of a season maybe ever but watching the events of this year was just cruel #asks #anon #alex albon

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sweetpiccolo-blog · 1 year

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hey sweetie, here about the mashups

so, I have a lot of hobbies but here are my favorite ones: reading, writing, doing crochet, learning new languages and history, singing (but I'm awful) and going to the gym

I'm 1,61cm, have brown eyes and brown/dark blonde curly hair, right now it's a few inches down my shoulders.

fluently I speak Portuguese (cause I'm Brazilian 🫶🏻🫶🏻) and English. due to Portuguese, I can "handle" with Spanish and Italian. I also know a bit of french and some word/sentences in others like russian and German

I'm totally extroverted, I'm always making friends everywhere I go, I love talking and if you let I'll be talking bout my interests for hours. I'm also the friend who's always making jokes with everyone. and more than I hate, I'm the total ENTP stereotype. I'm a cancer

I love baking, cooking, showering, all the arts(painting, dancing, acting…), swimming, and for sure travelling. also, I'm a Mercedes fan since I started watching F1

it's not hate, but I'm not a big redbull fan. now about dislikes: small cities, step on the grass barefoot, camping and fish

already, thank you love and sorry if there's any mistake, my English is kinda crappy

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG my fist ask! This totally made my day! Hi and welcome! I am so happy somebody asked for a match-up. Now I will try to find somebody who suits you based on what you given me. (and no worries, your English is great!<3)

This is only my opinion, so be sure to let me know what you think about it later : )

LET US GET STARTED!

Header by @dvluc

Your first match is...

☆LANDO NORRIS☆

First things first, I think you two being extroverted would not be a bad thing, I can see you talk about your interests for hours, exchanging opinions, just chit-chatting, but it would go on non-stop – if somebody else were with you they wouldn’t even get a chance to talk because you and Lando are in your moment and nothing can interrupt you.

About the languages you know, I`d say he would be absolutely amazed and ask you to teach him something. In privacy he would want you to talk to him in Portuguese because he likes listening to it. Also if go on a vacation together, he`ll totally let you handle all to foreign-language talk to show of how talented you are and how proud he is to have you.

Your zodiac signs are totally compatible – you have an unspoken understanding in between each other, you feel secure and comfortable with each other. Even though his emotions could erupt sometimes, you know how he feels and how to calm him down.

Making friends is not a problem and I don’t feel like jealousy would ever get in the way , you two trust each other enough.

When you two team up and joke around, oh boy, everybody with you is in for a ride, constant wheezing and cry laughing is gonna be present. Even when you are away, your messages are full of jokes and memes.

Gym would be a together activity. If there is a chance he is not away, he will take you with him.

Quality time would be the main love language with you two. Whether its backing or cooking, you bet he will be there trying to help you, but he only ends up making a bigger mess. When he gets home after another tiring travel, Lando will just lay next to you as you read for him out loud or watch you crochet.

About the barefoot in grass part, he would always carry you on his back to save you from the unbearable feeling! And then make fun of you for it – but jokingly.

Bonus: you and Lando would fall in love because of your shared hatred for fish. Love at the first sight as you yell out YUCK! in unison.

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Your second match is...

☆Mick Schumacher☆

You and Mick would be the definition of See you again (okokokokok/lalalalala), he would just smile as he listens to you talk about what you love, just living in the moment and appreciating you.

The height difference here would be so adorable, don’t get me wrong.

He would totally teach you some more German and he would want you to teach him Portuguese.

I also see Mick trying to teach you surfing since you both share the love for sea and swimming.

I don’t see him liking big cities, but with you, it would be an absolute pleasure, because it means spending more time with you and listening to you.

Germans loooove partying, and you bet he will drag you out to a Karaoke or something similar for a date.

The power you have over him!! He could be having the worst day of his life but as soon as his eyes meet you, a wave of serotonin hits his entire body.

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Hope you like it! : )

#match up #anonym ask #mick schumacher #lando norris #ln3 #ms47 #f1 x you #f1 #f1 imagine

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justaredheadf1fan · 2 years

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Season 2022 Masterlist

Hello there!

Welcome to the Masterlist of the Formula 1 season 2022. Here you'll be able to find every single post I've made so far and the ones I'll be posting from now on during the 2022 season. Obviously, this wouldn't be my blog if I didn't use an F1 meme as a header, would it?

I hadn't really thought about doing this until now, 6 months after I started this blog, so I can confirm I'm a total disaster, but I can't fix how my brain works for now 😂

Without further ado, here it is:

Introduction

Abu Dhabi GP 2021

Mercedes-AMG Petronas statement

F1 journalists or how some reporters are so biased it sucks to watch sports

Finally, Formula 1 is back and so am I 🙃

Teeny weeny news or whatever you wanna call it

Will Formula 1 ever do something that matters to stop this?

I'm saying goodbye to the one person who "drove me out of F1" when I didn't see any further

The summer break starts and the Silly Season takes over

Season 2022 Masterlist:

Pre-Season 2022:

Finally, Formula 1 is back and so am I 🙃

Bahrain GP 2022

First Free Practice Friday of 2022

Bahrain FP3 and Quali sessions

First race of the 2022 season - Bahrain GP

Saudi Arabia GP 2022

2nd F1 weekend and the coming disaster

Race in Jeddah Corniche, the worst possible circuit

Australia GP 2022

The Australian GP is finally here and my vacation days are too

What the hell does Australian water have? It’s nuts this weekend

Australian GP or how to turn shit around with a few track changes

Emilia-Romagna GP 2022

Imola, land of the "What the fuck is going on here this weekend?"

The Emilia Romagna 2022 GP killing me softly

Miami GP 2022

First ever Miami GP starts

First party hard of the Miami weekend

Miami the dissappointment

Barcelona-Catalunya GP 2022

Barcelona GP 2022, first time watching live 🤩

Barcelona GP, better known as one of the best weekends I remember, ever

Monaco GP 2022

Monaco GP, chaos made Formula 1 circuit

The absolute heartbreak in Monaco

Azerbaijan GP 2022

And the boys are Bak-u! (don't kill me for this one)

Bak-ú at it again! (I can't stop)

And Bak-ú to the disappointment pit we go (yes, I'm stopping now)

Canada GP 2022

O Canada, we're back!

Uninteresting rainy day at the office? ⛈

O Canada, the big surprise

British GP 2022

Chaos ensues at Silverstone

Silverstone who?

Silverstone with some delay 😅

Austrian GP 2022

Shitty week and then Austria happened

The Return of the Sprint Race

What Silverstone taketh, Austria giveth

French GP 2022

French press afternoon and When We Were Young release

What seems to be the least entertaining GP so far (I hope I'm wrong)

I lost my interest somewhere in France until Charles Leclerc happened

The scream I could've never anticipated froze my blood

Hungarian GP 2022

And after yesterday's bomb, we go back to business "as usual" in Hungaroring

Hungaroring starting to step it up

Hungaroring giveth after Paul Ricard become a good thing for once

Belgian GP 2022

F1 is back in Spa and so are the big news

Spa goes on and on and I can't keep up this week

Dutch GP 2022

Zandvoort incoming

Good ol' Zandvoort giving me the boot

The nightmare is back

Italian GP 2022

Monza is finally back and I just don't make it on time

The Monza curse

Singapore GP 2022

Back to Marina Bay we go!

The rain and massive craziness hit Singapore

Singapore, I... have no words

Japanese GP 2022

We're back at Suzuka but it brings back a few nightmares

Suzuka, I expected more of you

The disappointment in Suzuka does not come from Suzuka, but the FIA as usual

United States GP 2022

Austin is making a comeback like no other

Busy day at COTA (or busy day for me watching everything?)

Austin you gorgeous surprise, what a weekend!

Mexican GP 2022

Spooky Mexican season is upon us 💀

Día de los Muertos spirit working its magic

What happens in Mexico, stays in Mexico

Brasilian GP 2022

Finally back at the place where Magic happens

The Sprint Race I didn't know I would love so much

I'm actually speechless after this

Abu Dhabi GP 2022

The end is nigh...

It's almost upon us...

The Final Lap

P.D: I'm open to suggestions/ideas of how to improve this, but for now this is the best I could come up with 🤓

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toxinwing · 2 years

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So then, that was not too bad of a race. End was a bit meh but, overall, not too bad. I will admit, my attention was a bit all over the place. Both due to my usual inability to focus, but also my drowsiness. Even so, onto my race summary.

First off, congrats to the podium finishers of Max, Charles, and George! Max made up some positions and was certainly fast out there. And Ferrari managed to not screw up Charles’s strategy, which is nice. Though they are kinda making him do a bit of his own strategy calls, which is...interesting. And George just kept up the pace and gets Mercedes another podium.

Well done to the rest of the top ten, too! In order we have Carlos, Lewis, Checo, Lando, Pierre, Nyck, and Zhou. Carlos, Lewis, and Checo certainly did some work, pulling themselves up from the back of the grid. And I just heard but apparently Checo had to pit early due to a tyre puncture. Oh my. And I know I mentioned it before but, again, big kudos to Nyck getting points on his first time out! And in a Williams, to boot. He really did hold his own out there.

And good job to the rest of the race finishers, as well! In order, they were Esteban, Mick, Val, Yuki, Nicholas, and K-Mag. Gonna be honest, can’t remember a lot of what happened to these guys in the race. Oh, other than Nicholas and Mick’s little battle near the end. That was good to see.

Finally, we had a few cars that didn’t get to see the checkered flag. First off was Seb who had to stop his car with an ERS issue. Then Nando pulled into the pits with what I think I heard was a loss in hydraulic pressure. Lance also pitted his car after some kind of issue as well, so a double retirement for Aston Martin. Oof. And finally Dan stopped on track, which brought out that safety car at the end. Here’s hoping for better races for all these guys in the near future.

And speaking of races in the near future...there’s not one. Which I’m glad about ‘cause, whew, this triple header feels like it wore me out a bit. The next race will be in three week’s time in Singapore. And by then we’ll most likely have Alex back. He of course missed this weekend after getting hit with appendicitis. And, like I said before, I do hope he has a good and speedy recovery from that.

So then, with that, that’s my liveblogging done for today. And, boy, do I feel ready for a nap. Both due to tiredness from the whole triple header thing and also thanks to my allergy relief pills. Thanks, allergies. :P Anyway, whatever you happen to be up to, I hope y’all have a lovely rest of your day. Later!

#Nick Liveblogs F1 #Italian GP

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bylaudelekha · 2 years

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you guys have no idea how much i love the fe cipher art

like! look at this shit! look at how cool it is!

#loquacious lekha #there's so many colours...........#so i only thought that the lords had cipher art. BOY WAS I WRONG #so now i have been blessed by felix's and mercedes' very awesome art #i managed to make it not all claude! proud of myself :)#and the middle left is my header lol #i want to make one of these my icon...... hmm #anyway enough rambling #fe3h #claude von riegan #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #felix hugo fraldarius #mercedes von martritz #fe cipher #fire emblem cipher

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illicitlimerence-writes · 3 years

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peace | g. russell

pairing: george russell x norris!reader word count: 2.9k words request: yes/no. by an anon: "hi love! hope you are doing great :) I wanted to request something with george if it was possible, maybe make it really angsty like the reader and him having a fight or one if them being jealous. thank you have an amazing day 💖" thanks so much for sending this <;3 warnings: jealous!george, language, idk what else, i'll add more once i read this again. a/n: not proofread! also english isn't my first language! i tried my best to write something really angsty but i just couldn't so i wrote this instead.

my masterlist

you fixed your makeup, straightening your sweater before putting on your rain jacket. it had been raining non-stop in belgium since you arrived. it was the first race since summer break, the first of a triple header.

the first since your breakup.

your relationship with george had always been private. of course, there were pictures of you two that sparked rumors, a celebratory hug that lasted a second too long, his arm around your shoulders as you walked in the paddock.

you had never been more glad that nobody knew about you. you could definitely live without dozens of reporters or internet trolls trying to get whatever little bit of information they could get their hands on.

you had met because of your brother, they raced against each other since childhood, and a friendship blossomed at some point. lando and george got along really well, they knew how to keep the rivalry on track and disconnect and enjoy their time together. you always tagged along, wherever you were, lando was always close by. and so was the other way around.

you had been there for every win, loss, heartbreak and joy throughout their careers. you had been with george when he first got the news that mercedes and williams were interested in giving him a seat for the 2019 f1 season. even though he didn't want to get his hopes up, you were there to remind him of everything he'd accomplished in his career, and how much he deserved that seat because of his hard work and dedication. that night you shared your first kiss.

since then, you were a secret to everyone, even your twin brother. not that you weren't proud of your relationship with george, but there was something so thrilling about sneaking around with him, making out in your bedroom with your boyfriend while your brother streamed next door. leaving the mclaren garage or hospitality unnoticed just so you could wish him good luck before a session or a race, and hiding from the cameras that tried to capture your secret moments.

now, almost a month after your breakup, you don't know if you're ready to see him again. of course you've seen him, on instagram and stuff, but not in person, not after hungary. all weekend you stayed inside the mclaren hospitality, using the rain as an excuse both to stay in and for your mood. but it's race day, and not even a boy would stop you from supporting your brother and the team that you call family.

you make your way to the paddock with lando, you shield under the roof and warmth of the hospitality until it's almost time for the lights to go out. you do your usual pre-race ritual with lando, and wait for the race to start. you feel anxious and unsure about the weather conditions, especially after your brother's crash yesterday. he tells you he feels better, but you can't help but worry every time he gets into the car.

the race is red-flagged, and ten minutes become thirty. then forty. then your brother falls asleep on your shoulder. and you're bored. most drivers are just sitting there watching the broadcast, some, like lando, sleep a little to regain energy. but someone who needs to let some of his energy out is daniel ricciardo. you see him from the other side of the garage as he pretends to wrestle with his trainer and laugh, causing lando to groan and wake up. you apologize and stand up before he can use you as his pillow again.

"hey," you say as you approach daniel. since he switched teams to mclaren you've gotten to know each other more, and he's taken the role of an older brother.

"baby norris, nice of you to join us." you roll your eyes at the nickname. it was george who started calling you that. since you and lando obviously had the same last name, whenever one of your friends adressed you by it you'd both answer at the same time, which started a fight about who should be called by your last name.

"i've got it!" george said. "lando will be norris, and (y/n) will be baby norris,"

"i'm bored," you state.

"everyone's bored. we have to find some ways to keep ourselves entertained and hyped up for the race," he says as removes his headphones from his ears and places them around his neck.

"what do you have in mind?" you ask, placing your hands inside the pockets of your mclaren rain jacket.

"i don't know. i was thinking about going out to cheer the crowd a little. it's not fair that they're standing out in the cold and rain for so long," he shook his head. "wanna join?" he asked. you thought for a second, looking back to your sleeping twin brother, then nodded.

"sure, let's go," you grabbed your beanie and put it on before going out to the rain. you followed daniel outside, going to the pit wall. the crowd roars as they see his blue racing suit and your orange jacket behind him, although they probably think it's lando and not you.

"let's get them to do a mexican wave," he says, and starts moving his arms. you laugh at the sight of this giant waving his arms up and down. the crowd doesn't understand what he's trying to do and just laugh at his antics.

"maybe we should call checo for help," you chuckle, daniel's eyes light up.

"let's do it!" he grabs your hand and starts running to the red bull garage. you spot the mexican driver and wave at him, he makes his way to you two.

"hi (y/n), dan. what are you doing?" sergio asks, adjusting the cap on his head.

"we want to cheer up the crowd a bit." daniel began.

"and daniel thought it might be a good idea to do a mexican wave," you continued.

"but failed miserably, yeah i saw that," sergio said, laughing.

"wanna help?" you asked, raising your eyebrows, smiling wide in hopes to convince him, but he's already nodding his head.

the three of you make your way back to where you previously were, sergio waves to the crowd, and gives you and daniel instructions on how to sign to the crowd what you want to do.

he counts with his fingers and the three of you do a small wave, the crowd cheering. then you three point to them, telling them it's their turn. checo counts down again, and it's a nice first attempt, but got messed up at first.

"what's going on?" you hear behind you. you don't need to look to know who it is. you could recognize that voice even in your sleep.

"georgie! come join us!" daniel cheers, and you soon find yourself sandwiched between the aussie and the brit. george stands a little too close to you, and you refuse to look at him, choosing instead to focus on the guys on your left.

after god know how many attempts, the four of you manage to get the people to do a decent wave through the grandstand.

you jump in delight, giving the crowd a thumbs up before you turn to your aussie friend. he opens his arms and you jump, he lifts you off the ground and spins you around. daniel high-fives you as he sets you down.

"baby norris and the honey badger back at it again!" daniel cheers, hugging you with one arm. you laugh as daniel turns to wave one last time to the crowd, you do the same, and this time you can't ignore george's piercing gaze locked on you. you meet his eyes for half a second before returning to your friend. you smile at the aussie, making your way back to the garage and saying goodbye to sergio. you can't stop yourself, your eyes travel back to george, but he's nowhere to be found.

"i'm heading to the hospitality for something to eat, want something?" you ask once you're inside the garage.

"nah, i'm good. let me walk you, though." he offers but you shake your head.

"that's fine, you should stay here in case they decide to restart the race," you say and he nods. you part ways as you leave the garage. after you grab an apple from the hospitality, you decide to walk for a bit, away from the chaos on the other side. as you return to the garage, someone yanks your arm and drags you into a small room.

"what the fuck?!" you say, freeing your arm from the deathly grip. your eyes meet familiar ones. "george! what were you thinking? you scared the crap out of me!" you scolded. you move to look for the door, but he stands in your way, making you stumble backwards.

"me... what are you thinking?" he huffs, making you frown.

"what are you talking about? let me go," you try again, but he grabs your hips and places your back against the door, now you're trapped.

"it's barely been a month and i see you've already found my replacement. good to know those promises were just empty words," he looks at you with anger in his eyes, but you just feel confused.

"replacement? george, i have no idea what you're talking about but may i remind you that you were the one who ended things?"

"don't pretend. you and danny, i saw the way he held you and how he looks at you." he locks his gaze on a spot next to your head, not looking at you.

"we're not together anymore, remember? i can do whatever i please and you just have to deal with it."

"is that what you think?"

"it's what you said when you left me all alone in an unknown city. you can't just walk away like that and expect to be welcomed back with open arms." you raise your voice a little, pushing him back.

"i told you i needed space,"

"and i gave you space. so you have no right to come here and prevent me from moving on. deal with it." you repeat your words, his words.

"no." he says.

"i'm sorry but i wasn't asking. you didn't ask for my opinion when you decided to abandon me in budapest like i meant nothing to you!" you put your hands on his shoulders and shove him backwards.

"i didn't want to leave you!" he raises his voice, his hands grabbing each side of your waist and pulling you with him.

"that why did you do it!?" you didn't care if someone heard you outside. you needed answers, deserved them.

"because we don't want the same things... i..."

"what?" you urge him to continue.

"i heard you once, a few months ago. talking to lando. he asked if you ever thought about getting married, starting a family. and without missing a beat, your answer was yes."

you remained quiet, thinking back to that moment. it was true, you did see yourself doing all that, but not at the moment, at least.

"and i don't. i see myself doing this, for as long as i can. i can't picture that quiet, normal life you wish. i just see myself, with you by my side." he admits. your breath hitches in your throat.

"that is why i broke up with you. a stupid choice that i've regretted ever since i walked away from you."

"you decided... to break up with me... instead of asking what i thought?" it sounded harsh once you said it out loud.

"wouldn't've changed a thing," he said, stepping away from you.

"george," you started, but he shook his head, zipping up his blue jacket.

"forget it, you deserve someone who can give you a normal life,"

he left the room before you could even react, you tried to run after him but someone called your name. charlotte told you they were restarting the race, and grabbed your arm, rushing to the garage.

as the cars left the pit lane, your leg jumped up and down on its own accord. half of you was too busy thinking about the race, worrying about the rain that would not stop pouring down. whilst the other half thought about your conversation with george.

it was true, what he'd heard, you did see yourself married. even though you lived a hectic life, you knew it would be difficult and you needed someone who could live with that.

a normal person wouldn't understand it. but, as you saw the red flags coming out again, then seeing george's car passing by, you realize you don't need normal.

you just need him.

the drivers leave their cars, get weighed and return to the garages. you get up and leave to watch the podium celebration. your heart races as they hand george his second-place trophy, and he wastes no time in lifting it up in the air. his team cheering for him. from up on the podium, he spots you, you stand out, an orange dot in a sea of whites and blacks. he pours the champagne, so incredibly happy, and at that moment, you can't tell if what you feel on your face are tears or just the rain.

a body stands next to you, your twin brother places an arm on your shoulders, you lean your head on his.

"how does it feel like? being up there?" you ask, watching as george poses with the other drivers for pictures.

"it's unreal. there's no other feeling quite like it, you know? when your hard work is finally rewarded and acknowledged." you nod.

"do you think that's how he's feeling right now?" you both watch the young driver scanning the crowd, a joyful look on his face.

"probably. he'd be happier if whatever happened between you was resolved," he says casually.

"wh- how?"

"i'm your twin. you can't hide anything from me, (y/n)."

"why didn't you say something?" you asked but he just shrugged his shoulders.

"he loves you, you know?"

"i love him as well," you feel your chest getting hot. "i want to fix things but-"

"then do it. go up to him and say it, make him listen and figure it out. i don't like seeing you like this."

"i don't think i can. not here, i-"

"george! oi! come here!" lando yells, dragging you with him until you're standing in front of george. "you broke my sister's heart, the least you can do is listen to her." he says, and george's eyes widen, he locks eyes with you briefly before returning his gaze to your twin. "and don't think you're safe, i will speak to you later, no matter how you resolve this thing." he leaves you both speechless.

you both remain silent for a few seconds, you refuse to meet his gaze, locking your eyes on the floor, your eyes catching the shiny trophy in his hand.

"cool trophy," you say after the awkward silence becomes too much.

"(y/n)-" he begins.

"i don't need normal." you interrupt him, "i don't want or need a normal life because i don't have one. i don't want someone waiting for me at home when i could be with someone who i can do all of this with. i'm young, you're young. if you asked me to marry you i'd probably say yes without a second thought. that's something we both agree in. and kids, i love them, i want them at some point. but, i don't feel ready for kids right now, nor do i think i'll be ready for them in a long time. but guess what? that's a bridge we'll cross when the time comes," you rant. his lips part but he doesn't speak, his eyes are locked on yours.

"we can work out what we need, what we want. all in its time." you lean close, his hands twitching, stopping himself from holding you.

"i could never give you peace, this lifestyle it's always changing, it's not stable it-"

"and that is enough for me. i told you, i don't need perfect, i don't need normal, i need you." you grab his face in your hands, your thumbs rubbing circles on his cheeks.

"i'm so sorry," he says, holding your waist with one hand.

"that's okay. just, promise me, whatever's going on inside that head of yours, we'll talk about it. our choices, we'll make them together. the consequences, we'll face them together as well."

"i promise, i do." he says, nodding his head. your hands slide down to his chest, relishing in the feeling of his body under your touch after what felt like years without it.

"good." you barely get the words out before george pulls you close and attaches his lips to yours. you melt under his touch, smiling into the kiss. you lean back, breathing heavily.

suddenly, you become aware of everything around you. the people, the cameras, the fans.

"okay, okay, that's enough now. come on, show's over," lando appears out of nowhere, stepping between you two and pushing you away from each other.

your face feels warm as lando keeps you both at arm's length, and walks you to the garage. someone comes up to george and gets the trophy from his hands, you side eye him, taking advantage of lando walking a few steps ahead of you, and stretch your arm. george takes your hand behind your brother's back, which reminds you of when you used to sneak around.

"now, i want to set some rules," lando says, turning his head to the side, catching you two. "stop that! get away!" he yells pushing his way between you again, you just laugh.

"oh, dear brother, this is going to be so much fun," you throw an around his shoulder, standing on your tiptoes to ruffle his hair.

"whatever, just don't make out in front of me."

"no promises," george says.

"shut up, i still need to have a talk with you."

"that's okay, my mom taught me all bout the birds and the bees a while ago," george smiles, a shit-eating grin on his face.

"i'll kill you," lando narrows his eyes.

"run, george!" you laugh. he chuckles, before realizing you're serious. lando's gaze is murderous.

"oh, shit," he says, sprinting away, your brother chasing after him.

"everything okay, baby norris?" daniel appears behind you.

"never better."

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merc boys [headers]

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vcg73 · 3 years

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FIC: Kurt Birthday Drabbles

Earlier this week @elledelajoie left a comment on something I wrote all the way back in 2014. I had genuinely forgotten I ever started it, but the original idea was to write 21 Kurt Hummel birthday drabbles. I had written just 7 of them, but after we chatted about it, I decided to go ahead and finish.

If you’re not familiar, a drabble is a scene of exactly 100 words, not counting title headers. Since Chris Colfer and Kurt Hummel’s co-birthday (May 27) is coming up this Thursday, here they are. This goes definite AU at Birthday #19. Because you know I would never sentence my beloved Kurt to a life of being a doormat to people who did not appreciate and value him.

Never underestimate the power of feedback!

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Birthday #1

Kurt’s blue eyes went wide as a frosted cupcake was set upon his high-chair tray, a single candle ablaze on its surface.

When Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Andy, Grandpa Curtis and Grandma Eileen started singing to him, he smiled and clapped both hands hard around the tempting pile of frosting.

Kurt laughed when the sugary topping went flying and a big splatter of white abruptly decorated Daddy’s surprised face.

Everyone else started laughed too, including the startled father, who retaliated by giving his birthday boy a sticky peck on the cheek and then helped him to blow out a new candle.

Birthday #2

Kurt looked between his presents, confused.

Mommy had given him the pretty dolly he had begged for at the store. Daddy had given him a truck, not big enough to ride but too big to live with the little cars Daddy gave him at Christmas.

His parents seemed to be mad at each other.

Kurt looked at the doll, then at the truck. He smiled and placed Dolly inside the truck and began to drive her around the carpet.

Mommy and Daddy seemed surprised by his actions, but then they laughed, and Kurt knew he had figured out the puzzle.

Birthday #3

His shoes were black and shiny, buckles on the sides and 1-inch heels on the base. He clomped over the hardwood floors, listening to the click-tap-click-tap in delight. They went perfectly with his dove gray coveralls with “Kurt” sewn on the pocket in black sequins. Mommy had made the outfit for him.

Spotting Daddy watching him, Kurt threw himself into waiting arms. Daddy’s smile looked like he had an owie but was trying to be a big boy and not cry.

Kurt hugged him. “It’s okay, Daddy.”

Burt looked surprised but hugged him back. “Yeah, buddy. I think it is.”

Birthday #4

Ballet girls were nice. When they heard it was his birthday today, they threw him a party. Kurt puffed up with pleasure when presented with cookies, a sparkly wand and a tiara that read ‘Happy Birthday’ in shiny letters. He was not as fond of the kisses they gave, but four was very grown up, so he screwed up his face and allowed it. The teacher even let him wear the special puffy pink tutu over his little black leotard!

He saw Mommy and Daddy up in the gallery taking pictures, so he waved.

Kurt hoped today would last forever.

Birthday #5

“Can I have cupcakes?”

Kurt’s mother looked up from her book. “I don’t think we have any, sweetheart.”

“Can we have some Thursday? My birthday is the last day of preschool.”

“It is?” she said, looking surprised. “Is it your birthday already?”

He nodded seriously. “Don’t you remember, Mommy? You were there.”

She laughed. “Well, you have me there. What kind of cupcakes would you like, sweetie? And don’t say cheesecake. Those are two completely different kinds of dessert.”

Kurt’s hopeful expression fell. “Oh,” he said, clearly disappointed. Then his face brightened again. “Chocolate?”

She nodded. “That we can do.”

Birthday #6

“Daddy!”

Burt sat up just in time to catch the little body that launched at him. “What’s wrong, slugger?”

“It’s my birthday!”

Grinning despite the way his heart was hammering at the abrupt awakening, Burt asked, “Yeah? I like birthdays. Do I get a present?”

“No,” the boy scoffed. “I get presents!”

Burt squinted at the clock. 3:15am. “Not until morning, you don’t.”

Kurt pouted and tried, “It’s almost morning.”

“Not close enough, kid. C’mere,” Burt pulled him into the warm bed between himself and his wife.

Kurt snuggled down and went right back to sleep.

Burt was less lucky.

Birthday #7

Kids had started treating him funny this year. He was too fancy, too girly, holding hands was weird.

Nobody was coming.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Am I too late?”

They jumped as a little black girl with pom-pom hair popped out of nowhere.

“I’m Mercedes,” she greeted. “We just moved here. Mom said you would have invited me if you’d known.”

“I’m Kurt.” He smiled. “Do you like tea parties?”

“Is there cake?”

Mrs. Hummel beamed. “Cake, ice cream, and Kool-Aid.”

Kurt shrugged. “Nobody else came.”

She grabbed his hand like she’d known him forever. “More for us! Happy Birthday, Kurt.”

Birthday #8

Kurt took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and carefully blew out the candles. All but the extra one that his parents always put on his cake.

“Aren’t you gonna finish, bud?”

He looked from Daddy over to his mother, home again, but so frail he was sometimes afraid to hug her, worried she might pop like a fragile soap bubble. He offered her the candle. “Here, Mommy. Blow it out. Maybe you’ll get another year to grow on.”

The eyes of the two adults met, then Mommy nodded. The three of them blew out the final candle together.

Birthday #9

Barely daring to hope, Kurt came down the stairs. Birthday cakes and presents had been Mommy’s specialty. Daddy had forgotten his own birthday and had nearly forgotten Christmas.

Kurt gasped when he saw it, waiting, shining and spectacular against the front door.

“A bike!”

Bright green, sissy bars with foil streamers, and a banana seat. Perfect!

Burt smiled. He had scoffed a such a “girly” bike when Kurt spotted it at the toy store. But now, looking at the all-too-rare joy in his son’s eyes and feeling the approving smile his wife would have given, he nodded. It was perfect.

Birthday #10

Buying gifts was tough when your kid always clammed up on you. A dad had to be observant.

Ten years old. A landmark like that needed something special, but the only thing Kurt seemed into was clothes. He had enough of those for ten kids.

He’d probably like a Barbie he could change in and out of different outfits, but Burt cringed at the thought.

He did doodle pretty good though. Sure, it was mostly pictures of clothes, but that was a start.

A fancy sketchpad with a case and a hundred different colored pencils. Yeah, that was the ticket.

Birthday #11

“Dad, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Kurt sighed with exaggerated impatience. He had come home from school to find Dad waiting at the truck, ordering him to get in, then not saying another word. The suspense was killing him.

“Ta-Dahhhh!”

They had pulled up in front of a nondescript brick building. “Columbus Culinary Arts?”

“You like to cook right? Well, we’re gonna fix your birthday dinner this year with the help of a real chef. Lessons are once a week for the next couple months.”

Gourmet cooking lessons!

“Oh wow. Dad, this is amazing!”

Burt grinned. “Happy Birthday, kid.”

Birthday #12

Last year’s surprise had gone so well that Burt had decided on a repeat. But when he saw the excitement on Kurt’s face at finding a pair of tickets inside his birthday card turn to disappointment and horror, quickly masked with a fake smile, he knew he’d goofed.

“I know baseball isn’t your thing,” he said, almost pleading. “But you’ve never seen a live game before. It’s a whole different experience. It’s a home game. We can yell and scream, and cheer our team on with thousands of other fans.”

The stiff not-smile never wavered. “Sounds . . . fun.”

Birthday #13

Dad had bought out one of the partners at the garage this spring and now owned a majority share of the renamed “Hummel Tires & Lube”. Kurt wanted to snicker at that name, but he was proud too.

His birthday this year coincided with Friday Night Dinner. Dad had invited all the mechanics over for a potluck. They’d had Mary’s special fried chicken, Cassius’s homemade cornbread, and Davy’s mac’n’cheese. Now Dad brought out the cake.

Kurt laughed. A sheet-cake with a tow-truck and two little plastic mechanics for decoration.

“You and me kid. Partners.”

The mechanics cheered and everybody dug in.

Birthday #14

Kurt froze when he saw tickets peeping out of his card. Not again. Noise, sunburn, unhealthy food, tacky uniforms, and Dad trying so hard to make a boring sport seem like fun.

He sighed and pasted on a smile, which quickly transformed into shock.

“Wicked?” he squeaked, staring hard at the little papers as if the printing might change if he dared to look away.

“Embassy Theater is giving regional business owners a discount this year,” Burt said apologetically. “It’s just a traveling production, not real Broadway, but I …”

His apology was cut off by a joyful teenaged hug.

Birthday #15

“Don’t worry, son, you got this. Just remember everything I taught you. You got a whole year to get ready for the practical test.”

“I know.”

“And it’s okay if you don’t get it right the first time. Not everybody does.”

“I’m fine, Dad.”

“I’ll be right here waiting for you when you’re through.”

“I know that, Dad. I’ll be okay, really.”

At that moment, Kurt’s name was called and he sprang from his hard green plastic chair. His dad’s repeated reassurances were making him jumpy.

Twenty minutes later, a brightly grinning Kurt was waving his freshly minted driver’s permit.

Birthday #16

Burt patted the giant blue bow the dealership had provided over the hood of the shining black Lincoln Navigator.

Kurt was gonna flip! He’d passed his DMV test with flying colors and was no doubt showing off his shiny new license to all his friends at school.

He paused. Did Kurt have any friends to share this accomplishment with? He always seemed so alone.

Maybe that’s why he had decided to spoil his son with a huge birthday gift.

It wasn’t right for such a good kid to be all alone. Maybe having his own ride would help change that.

Birthday #17

A dozen teens gathered in Kurt’s basement to celebrate the end-of-school, non-disbanding of Glee, and Kurt’s birthday, all in one.

“Not like ten years ago,” Mercedes said to Kurt, as they watched Mike and Brittany dance.

“Ten years?”

“Your seventh? It was just you, me, your mom, and lots of chocolate cake.”

Kurt was astounded. “That was you?”

“You forgot?”

“I remember a little girl who showed up and invited herself to my party.”

“And I remember a little boy who needed a friend as much as I did.”

He squeezed her hand. “Thanks for coming.”

She squeezed back. “Always.”

Birthday #18

Kurt stared at his birthday cake, unable to think of anything to wish for.

He was 18-years-old today, a legal adult. He had new family in Carole and Finn, his dad was on the mend, he would be back at McKinley for senior year, he had made his first visit to New York City, and he had a boyfriend! One who had just told Kurt that he loved him for the very first time.

‘I wish for next year to be as good as this,” he thought, taking a deep breath and blowing.

The flames flickered out, all except one.

Birthday #19

Senior year had been a disaster, and now he had not gotten into NYADA, despite his well-praised audition.

“Blaine wants me to spend another year here,” he whispered. “I just can’t.”

Burt’s callused hand squeezed his neck. “Then don’t. You’re 19 now, a man. You got talents galore, work experience from the garage, enough drive for ten kids, and your mom’s life insurance money to give you a start.”

“But…”

“No buts,” Burt said firmly. “You go on to New York and grab life by the balls.”

Kurt felt his optimism rise. “Help me look for apartments?”

“You got it.”

Birthday #20

What a difference a year made.

He’d dumped Blaine after being cheated on less than a month after leaving Lima. He was enrolled at FIT and sharing a shoebox apartment with a fellow design student and a Broadway hopeful, but both were young gay men from small towns, and they had a lot in common.

“Happy Birthday!” Elliott shouted, tossing a handful of glittery sequins at him.

Adam came in playing the birthday song on a kazoo he had gotten from who-knows-where. “Ready for Callbacks? $20 on who gets the first hot guy’s number!”

“I already have yours. I win!”

Birthday #21

“I have the honor of presenting your first official grown-up drink,” Adam said, smiling lovingly at his grinning boyfriend of nearly a year. He set down a martini glass with a cherry floating on top. “A Manhattan seemed appropriate.”

Kurt beamed and gave him a kiss, then took an experimental sip. “I’ve had alcohol before,” he admitted. “Mostly wine, though. Mm, this is good!”

“I thought you’d like it. Happy Birthday, my love. May the future bring every good thing you wish for, and never more heartache than you can handle.”

Kurt could not have asked for a better sentiment.

THE END

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holdmyhopeinyourhands · 3 years

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hello hello bestie, i don’t wanna start hate or some angry discourse but I guess I just want some reassurance? Idk…I’m really bummed after seeing what happened with Mercedes at France, like when did they drop their sexy strategies?? And why aren’t they listening to their drivers? I know we’re still quite early in the season and we’re one race in into a triple header but I’m losing momentum for Mercedes and Lewis in particular. I really want him to do well and win another title (not just as a fan but because I know how unbelievably spectacular and capable he is) but I hate to admit it but I’m losing hope…I feel like Red Bull hiring some Mercedes staff has suddenly given them a massive advantage and somehow Mercedes is just underperforming??

Can I please get your view on this? Is this the beginning of the end for Mercedes and Lewis or are we just moments away from witnessing possibly one of the greatest hunting moments in modern f1 where Lewis shows his absolute greatness again?

I honestly don't know babe and to be honest I'm feeling a bit dishearted as well. But as an avid football fan I've learned not to count anybody out until the final whistle and hon, we aren't even half way through the season yet. And despite how the race went last week, there were a couple of positive things to take away from it. For starters, Lewis is still at the top of his game and had a brilliant race. Valtteri is finding his form again and regaining his confidence which is always a relief (he also had a steller race the poor man too bad mercedes fuck it up). The pitcrew were fantastic for both cars (which is rare for marcedes). And finally, Lewis seems calm and confident. This championship is not a sprint but a marathon like he said so chin up. The ball is in marcedes's court and it's up to them now to deliver because their drivers are up to the challange. And hey, marcedes have always learned from their mistakes with time, so I have faith in them too. Hopefully they'll start listening to the boys from here on out and pick up the sexy strategies again (even though they aren't really known for that other than that 1 time this season lol). Whatever happens next, believe in Lewis a little anon. He got this.

#lewis hamilton #valtteri bottas #marcedes #f1 #formula 1 #french gp 2021 #f1 ask #ask #anon

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theothermercedesdriver · 3 years

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Tumblr Tag Game

I was tagged by @sunshine-ricciardo 🥰🥰 Thank you my love!!

1. Why did you choose your url?

As a kid, Nico Rosberg was the only thing that held my interest in F1 while my parents watched it every weekend. He’s remained one of my favorite figures in motorsport over the years, and I’ve always found the way merc fans tend to deny his existence kinda hilarious. However cruel the moniker, he’s always sorta been the other mercedes driver—affectionately, of course.

2. Any side blogs?

Yes! Technically this is a side blog, but it really is the main one I use. My others are:

@theothermercedesdriver-main - which I follow and like from

@eventuallyeden - my nsfw blog 👀

@everythingstarwars - my old Star Wars blog that I don’t really use anymore

3. How long have you been on tumblr?

Oh gosh not very long... since maybe April 2020?

4. Do you have a queue tag?

I do- #how do you spell queue- for self-explanatory reasons.

5. Why did you start your blog in the first place?

Well I joined F1blr a couple weeks after getting into F1, when I realized a lot of my friends didn’t know much about it— I wanted to have a place to interact with people who do!

6. Why did you choose your icon/pfp?

For a while now my blog has had an almost-monochromatic, black/white/red color scheme, which I just love for the gothic vibes, and because Charles is almost always photographed in one of those three hues. This photo shoot of his is one of my favorites and I thought this picture captured a really great moment, with him looking different than he does in almost any other picture. I’ll change it from time to time, but for now I’m very happy with it.

7. Why did you choose your header?

I just thought this clip of Charles was absolutely gorgeous. It turns all the thoughts in my head into pretty boy pretty boy pretty boy

8. What’s your post with the most notes?

Probably… Be Kind to Drivers? I wrote it back in the early stages of discovering F1, when I had a lot of faith in who the drivers were as people. My perspective has changed since then, but I’m glad I wrote it, because sometimes I’ll look back and remember those really giddy, excited days and remind myself why I love this sport.

9. How many mutuals do you have?

Honestly I have no idea and I have no idea how to check. I’d guess around 20? Maybe 30? Max? But I love them all, so much

10. How many followers do you have?

Around 730 I think? 730 babies, my loves, my little darlings ❤️

11. How many people do you follow?

I have no idea… 200? I don’t follow that many people, I like to keep my dash pretty chill, but it’s a tasty mix of Tom Holland blogs, Adam driver blogs, and F1 blogs.

12. Have you ever made a shit post

Happily. And I’ll do it again.

13. How often do you use tumblr a day?

It’s pretty sporadic, I’ll probably open it around 15 times a day but usually for around 3 minutes each.

14. Did you ever have a fight/argument with another blog

Yeah I got into an argument with a Max blog about his legitimacy as a decent person a while back. But now I think I’ve established myself as a Charles-obsessed dumbass that no one could possibly bother to fight with.

15. How do you feel about the ‘you need to reblog’ posts

I understand where they’re coming from, and if it’s a work of art I typically agree. But I also resent the notion of reblogging for the sake of reblogging because I feel like it detracts from the value of things I find truly special.

16. Do you like tag games?

Yes!! They take me forever but they’re a ton of fun :)

17. Do you like ask games?

YES. so much.

18. Which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

I know for a fact @blesshimvettel is (it’s the only reason I keep her around tbh /j), and I’m pretty sure @leqclerc is too, depending on how big the Charles fandom here really is.

19. Do you have a crush on a mutual

The aforementioned @blesshimvettel

20. Tags

Tagging: @blesshimvettel , @mushroomlance , @starfiregal17 , @stuckonspidey

#thank you so much #this is the most fun tag game omg #love y’all #tag game

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