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agendabymooner · 5 months

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SOMETHING WAGERED !!! JENSON B. X DRIVER!FEM!READER X SEBASTIAN V. (18+)

summary: she really shouldn't have undermined their abilities to win a bet she off-handedly made.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, dom!rbr!seb and dom!mclaren!jenson, threesome, oral sex (m receiving), p in v, spitroast 🥸/trip to paris or sumn, size kink-esque (someone choking reader to feel themselves in reader's- you'll see), praise kink + dumbification, bratty turned cockdrunk!reader

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she shouldn’t have undermined these bastards.

that bet that she made with them was an off-handed comment, anyways. so why did they take it too seriously?

she had a podium streak in comparison to jenson button and sebastian vettel, always finding herself a rank or so above the two. because of her constant p2, her ego got the best of her — telling them that she would let them celebrate with her the next time they landed a place above her.

she seemed to be hesitant at the thought of it at first— but she was more bewildered when her race engineer announced that jenson got p1 and red bull’s sebastian followed after him. she was in p3.

she had known that she had sebastian on her tail before the last lap, but she wondered where she went wrong as they sat in the cooldown room. the two men smirked and gave each other a knowing look, watching the woman as she sat there silently— unable to look at them.

and now, a quick teasing and grinding of hips against the others later, she found herself whining on all fours between the two drivers. jenson’s cock pounding inside her cunt while her cheeks hollowed around sebastian’s length.

her eyes were teary as she took a deep breath, feeling sebastian’s hand wrapped around her neck as he groaned and swore in german.

“scheiße, schatz,” sebastian muttered beneath his breath, feeling her tongue lapping on the underside of his cock. “you suck my cock so well— and i thought driving's the only thing you’re good at.”

sebastian squeezed her throat lightly, groaning deeply when he felt the bulge in her throat as she took his length in. “such a good girl, schatz— i can feel my throat in your cock, baby.”

jenson chuckled breathlessly, driving his hips against her backside as he spoke, “wait ‘til you feel her cunt, mate. she’s so fuckin’ good— you’re such a good fuckin’ girl, no, baby?”

her eyes found sebastian’s as she tried nodding. only to end up choking for a brief moment as she continued to moan around the german’s cock.

her walls were too oversensitive from getting tossed back and forth between the two after each one of them fucked her with their thick fingers. yet jenson was kneeling behind her as if she had more in her system.

because truthfully, she did have more in her system— she just couldn’t explain it anymore. she was too drunk on their cocks that she couldn’t say anything.

sebastian took his hand away from her throat and tapped her face, “he’s asking you a question, liebe.”

she almost cried when sebastian pulled his cock out of her mouth, unable to utter a word besides from, “seb— please- wan’ your cock—“

“but jenson is asking you a question— do you even know what he’s asked, liebe?” sebastian crooned mockingly, making her shake her head in embarrassment and immense pleasure as he laughed, “oh my goodness, are you getting stupid for our cocks?”

“my goodness, gorgeous,” jenson laughed from behind, his thrusts making her moan aloud as he continued to mock her, “us winning must’ve made you dumb, huh? can’t you believe that we get to fuck you like this because you were so bratty before this week?”

“jens— seb— ah,” she babbled, her arms shaking before she held onto sebastian’s hips. she looked up at him once more, eyes glazed with tears as she pleaded, “please… wan’ your cock so bad, seb.”

“i know you do, liebe,” sebastian dipped his head down to peck her lips. “you knew we’d win after that bet of yours that’s why you made it, hm?”

“such an eager girl,” jenson tsked, “you could’ve just begged us to fuck you like a good girl. you didn’t have to come bragging to us about your winning streak.”

the next thing she knew was that her mouth was back to sucking sebastian’s cock, making lewd noises as she devoured his length.

jenson’s cock was sending her to an overdrive, making her moan around sebastian as she whimpered. to make her body shake harder, jenson’s hand snaked around her hips and found its way towards her clit.

“mmh- ah hah,” she tried to let out, but sebastian’s length kept her voice muffled and vibrating as sebastian moaned.

“oh gooood~” sebastian groaned, “fucking hell, jenson keep fucking her like that.”

jenson hissed sharply, “god, she’s so fuckin’ tight around me, seb. she’s about to cum. good girl, baby— you are such a good fuckin’ girl for us.”

she nearly screamed, too turned on by jenson and sebastian’s filthy yet praising words as she felt her legs shaking and cunt throbbing.

“mh- ngh~ f…” jenson’s fingers continued to toy with her clit as she murmured around seb, “f- uck—!”

her eyes began to roll back, her vision blurring and turning white as she came around jenson. jenson and sebastian groaned loudly as they both came, with sebastian’s cock twitching inside her mouth and jenson’s coating her walls white.

her body limped for a brief moment, her ears listening to the men’s heavy breathing as they shuffled around the room. she hadn’t even bothered looking up until she saw jenson and sebastian standing in front of her.

“mmm…” she hummed.

“you look so pretty when you’re fucked out like this, doll,” jenson grinned at her, making her smile lazily.

“maybe we should win more often,” sebastian snickered quietly.

“and here i thought the prize money matters more,” she murmured quietly, making the two laugh at her quips.

“not if we get to see you like this every win, darling,” jenson replied with a smirk, “now c’mon. drink up. you’ve promised to ride seb. up you get, sweets.”

she never really should’ve undermined these bastards. especially when she saw how much energy they’ve had left after fucking her for hours.

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libraryofloveletters · 11 months

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Diamonds and Dollar Bills

pairing: sugar daddy!jenson button x reader

summary: diamonds are a girl’s best friend after all

author’s note: sugar daddy jenson is iconic (those from @whorekneecentral know) so I had to give y’all a lil something

all photos are from instagram and/or pinterest :)

written in the photos series masterlist

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youruser: diamonds are a girl’s best friend, aren’t they?

location: paris // tagged: jensonbutton

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user22: 😍😍😍

jensonbutton: pretty girl

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jb2009: is that jenson in that elevator pic 😭 he looks massive

↪️youruser: he really isn’t, I’m just short loooool

lewishamilton: love your jewelry

↪️youruser: thank you lew! sugar daddy surprised me with it 🤭

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user12: that’s a fat ass rock on her finger holy shit

jb22: not her calling me her sugar daddy 😭

↪️user7: because he is???? 🤨

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youruser: race weekend with a bit of fun

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worldchampjenson: you’re in miami ??!!!?

↪️youruser: yes I am :))

danielricciardo: brb sending you enchanté merch cause you’re basically a model 💅🏽

jensonbutton: couldn’t have used a better pic ? can’t even see my face love

↪️youruser: what do you mean mr button? You look so sexy

↪️jensonbutton: behave

user44: omg?? so pretty!!

user9: not her using jenson to travel the world #golddigger

↪️youruser: not you in my comments #staybitter

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jensonbutton: happy birthday to the person who makes me the happiest in the world ❤️

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youruser: love you to the moon, thank you for everything you do for me. ❤️

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bonus texts - blue is yn, grey is jenson

I found that pic and I had to use it

#written in the photos social media series #jenson button #jenson button x reader #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #Spotify

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i-wish-this-was-me · 4 months

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Favorite fics part.4

4. Pierre Gasly:

Twelve factures (fluff)

Something full (+CL) (Smut)

Love yourself (+CL) (smut)

Riding shotgun (+CL) Part.1; Part.2 (smut)

Buzzing date (smut)

Paris (smut)

Keeping count (smut)

Cocoa (fluff at start, smut at end)

Mafia!Pierre kidnapping the reader then falling in love with her (fluff)

These hugs of yours (fluff)

Tell a soul (fluff)

Velvet bomb (fluff, kinda angst end)

Babysitting (fluff)

French civil war (fluff)

16. Jenson Button:

No such thing as I can't (+SV) (smut)

Reader reading spicy books (smut)

Jenson is your boss (smut)

Something devoured (smut)

Innocent mind (smut)

Something wagered (+SV) (smut)

Darling (smut)

Morning rush (suggestive)

Sugar daddy (fluff)

Be your wingman (fluff)

Ugly Christmas sweater (fluff)

Mafia!Jenson (fluff?)

Just one date (fluff)

Pain meds (fluff)

Clothes (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

17. Toto Wolff:

Something desired (smut)

Sleeping on his back (fluff)

18. Mark Webber:

Swimming (smut)

Something reunited (+SV) (smut)

Christmas music (fluff)

19. Fernando Alonso

Something spoiled (smut)

Your pick (smut)

What a memorable N.Y.E (+GR) (smut)

After you (smut)

Reader getting jealous (suggestive)

Drunk calls (fluff)

Coming home drunk (+JB) (fluff)

20. Yuki Tsunoda:

God knows I'm tired (fluff)

21. Logan Sargeant:

954. (smut)

Sandy Christmas (smut)

I need you (smut)

Punishment (smut)

Summer in the 305 (fluff)

My one and only (fluff)

From the garage to the hotel (fluff)

Viva las Vegas (fluff)

Beautiful (fluff)

Not alone (fluff)

Cuddles (fluff)

It's just platonic (fluff)

Mr all american (fluff)

Baby, is cold outside (fluff)

Back and forth (fluff)

Flowers (fluff)

Married? He's like 12 (fluff)

When I look at you (fluff)

22. Liam Lawson:

And they were roommates (smut)

Him teasing reader (smut)

You drive me insane (smut and other stuff)

The man with the hex (fluff, suggestive)

Tickle attack (fluff)

Reader playing with his hair (fluff)

Good, now sleep (fluff)

Too late (fluff)

23. Clement Novalak:

Brother's best friend (suggestive)

Devil in disguise (fluff)

24. Paul Aron:

Only one bed (fluff)

Crash into me (fluff)

Sweet 20 (fluff)

MASTERLIST

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Christmas Oneshots List

Day 1 - Mason Mount (Manchester United) - Play Pretend

Day 2 - Carlos Sainz Jr ( Scuderia Ferrari) - First Snow

Day 3 - Pablo Gavi (FCBarcelona) - Skating Rink

Day 4 - Marc Marquez (Ducati) - The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Day 5 - Jude Bellingham (Real Madrid) - An Unexpected Gift

Day 6 - Alejandro Garnacho (Manchester United) - Cuffin' Season

Day 7 - Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Reconsider *smut*

Day 8 - Lando Norris (McLaren) - Dress Up

Day 9 - Jack Grealish (Macnhester City) - Snowman

Day 10 - Oscar Piastri (McLaren) - The Little Things

Day 11 - Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Jolly

Day 12 - Charles Leclerc (Scuderia Ferrari) - Christmas Tree Topping

Day 13 - Kylian Mbappe (Paris Saint Germain) - The Lights of Paris

Day 14 - Daniel Ricciardo (Alpha Tauri) - Wrapping Mistletoe

Day 15 - Frenkie De Jong (FCBarcelona) - Baking

Day 16 -Pierre Gasly (Alpine) - Die Hard

Day 17 - Rodrigo Riquelme (Athletico Madrid) - Elevator Secrets

Day 18 - Mick Schumacher (Mercedes AMG) - A Coffee and a Miracle

Day 19 - Anthony Gordon (Newcastle) - Freezin'

Day 20 - Liam Lawson (Mugen) - The Art of Decorating

Day 21 - Riqui Puig (LA Galaxy) - Surprise!

Day 22 - Jenson Button (Brawn era) - Snowball

Day 23 - Harvey Elliott (Liverpool) - Break a Leg

Day 24 - Mitch Evans (Jaguar) - Meeting You

Day 25 - Evan Ferguson (Brighton) - Fairytale of New York

[FROM THE VAULT]

Andy Robertson (Liverpool) - Silent Night

Gary Neville (Manchester United era) - Are You Sure?

Julian Alvarez (Manchester City) - Feliz Navidad

Martin Ødegaard (Arsenal FC) - Pinnekjøtt

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #football #football imagines #football blurbs #fcbarcelona #laliga #f1 oneshots

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whorekneecentral · 1 year

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ooooh for sugar daddy! jenson how about to celebrate your graduation (college student) daddy jense books an all-included trip to monaco (or any fancy place you’d like), probs in a secluded area for privacy 😏 and showers you non-stop with gifts and goes feral on you which leads to some juicy sexy time <33

let’s do paris just for the heck of it.

The cold breeze woke him from his nap. You two had gone out for some shopping, Jenson couldn't take you to Paris and not take you shopping. You had come back to get dressed and take a shower before dinner and he must have dozed off while you were in there.

He pulls himself from the bed, stretching as he steps out onto the balcony. You two were in a villa not too far off from the city, just the two of and all the privacy in the world. Jenson smiles to himself when he sees you sitting out there with a glass of wine in your robe, taking in the view.

“I can feel you staring,” you call, not looking back. Jenson comes over, hugging you from behind. “Did you decide what you’re going to wear to dinner?” He asked, kissing your cheek.

“The red dress,” you tell him, getting up and turning to face him.

Jenson had gone a little overboard with the shopping but you graduated, you deserved to be spoiled. He bought you this ridiculously expensive dress that caught your eye before you could even protest.

The man kisses you, grabbing your hand and leading you back inside. “Go get dressed, I'll change.” He tells you, sending you off to put on your dress and do your hair and what not.

You were in your lingerie when he steps into the bathroom, a jewelry box in his hand. You look at him in the mirror, brows furrowed as you watch him open it. A stunning tennis necklace sitting in the box.

“Jenson,” you breathe, he sets the box down and takes the necklace out. He puts it around you and hooks it.

“Do you like it?” He asks, watching as your hand lifts and your fingers touch it gently. “It's beautiful, but it’s too much.”

“No, it's your graduation gift.” He waves you off, kissing the back of your shoulder. “I thought the trip was my gift?”

“Okay, so I splurged a little, whatever.” He smiles, hands on your hip when you turn to face him. “It's beautiful, thank you.” You smile, kissing him. His hands roam over your body, fingers trailing over the intricate lace clinging to your figure.

The man lifts you onto the counter and moves to stand between your legs as he kisses you. His hands reach down, pulling your panties to the side before undoing his pants.

“We're going to be late.” You remind him, Jenson shakes his head. “We won’t. Told you earlier so you’d be done in time.”

You laugh, an arm hooked over his shoulder as you felt him push into you. You scoot a little lower, giving him some shade as he lift your legs to hook around him.

Jenson had you where he wanted you, you were putty in his hands. The diamonds hung around your neck, the red strap of your bra pushed off your shoulder and your hair curled and pushed behind you, bounced with each thrust. He was careful when he kissed you; not wanting to smudge your makeup.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, kissing down to your chest. “My perfect girl.”

#sugar daddy!jenson #jenson button #jenson button smut

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bright-and-burning · 2 months

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Logan ships yaks and yums. Go:

as possibly the final boss of multishipping i am going to absolutely struggle to yak anything . thoughts under the cut

some definite yums:

logan/alex . duh. their whole vibe is so *clenches fist* @crozierahegao ‘s fics also just like . WHEW. like i already liked them as a ship but then bam i was blown out of the water

logan/oscar. i am a huge sucker for a like childhood friends to lovers narrative . HUGE sucker. and the fridge photo will never not kill me. the whole like. we both moved to a whole other continent practically alone… idk! also the like contrast of them! compels me

logan/max fewtrell. an underdog but i’m putting money on it anyways kind of vibe. there’s some Fascinating lore there (and in general the like . oscar to logan to max to lando and all the spaghetti connectedness in between has me deeply intrigued)

logan/james vowles. i mean. yeah. yeah…. similarly. logan/jenson. and uh in that vein. shoutout to @antimonyandthyme ‘s 2dilfs1american tag. aksjsksj

OH. also logan/liam (That Video. You Know The One). also apex predator had my head absolutely swimming with logan/liam/oscar for a looooong looooong time.

logan/george… there is some lore to be uncovered… an untapped mine….

logan/george/alex!!! eiffel tower aint just a place in paris etc etc

logan/benny… did not dig very deep into this before the trainer breakup so rip in pieces forever in our hearts etc but a vibe i still very much so want to catch up on fic of (one rather lengthy fic in particular whose name is escaping me rn but that i keep putting off bc adhd 😭)

logan/kyle kirkwood!! i do not know nearly enough abt this (well really abt kyle. except the key lime pie thing?) but i DO know i like it

i feel like i am running out of names honestly… if i watch a bunch of old f2/f3 vids i would place money on me adding to this list but i have not (yet!) so i don’t have opinions (yak or yum)

#‘some definite yums’ and then i list basically everyone logan’s interacted with in the last year #or more. or more.#ask #if i missed one u were thinking of drop another ask and i’ll give u my thoughts on jt

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onboardsorasora · 3 months

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Slagclaren in 2014 celebrating Daniel’s first win with Red Bull

Shoeys and a trip to Paris me thinks

Honestly bestie, it would be what he deserves. The party would start in Canada of course and continue onto Lewis’ plane.

Daniel would be drunk and already covered in come by the time they touched down in Paris. Their driver knew better than to comment on what was happening in the backseat as he drove them to Jenson’s place. If Daniel was rutting against Lewis’ thigh while Jenson sucked hickies onto his neck– that wasn’t his business.

I think they’d ask Daniel what he wanted and he’d ask for DP. And maybe they’ve been wanting to try it but didn’t know if he was into it so they were excited about it.

Anyway, Daniel would be fucked out in THE best way and he’d win like 3 more races that year because he got to be in charge when he won.

#slagclaren and daniel #answered #anonymous

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lost-decade · 5 months

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The wips all sounds so good omg 👀 can you tell more about the James/Jenson lockdown one pls?

Hey! Tysm for asking 🥰

So I actually had to dig my notebook out for this as, unusually for me, I did actually plan this one out a bit.

There was a vague idea that each section would be split into themes loosely based on one-word titles of Ry X songs (Sweat, Solace, Bound, Dawn, Deliverance etc). And the premise is that a month or so into the first lockdown, Jenson gets stuck in Monaco and can’t get back to the US and ends up staying in James’ spare room. I wanted there to be a big theme of isolation and missing home and all the general weirdness that we all went through during that time (although let’s be real it probably was nowhere near as fucked for the Monaco elite was it was for the rest of us).

Anyway I wanted them to go cycling a lot and to really bond and reminisce about the time they both spent in Tokyo. Also one of them definitely gets tied up at some point and I remember I think the whole idea started because I was interested in the idea of cyclists shaving their legs for performance reasons and I had a very clear image in my head of Jenson shaving James’ legs and just guuhhh intimacy.

I would still really like to finish this story and talking about it again has made me think about it so I might just go back to it at some point soon. In the meantime, this is what I have of it so far:

Europe was starting to feel like home to James again, roots spreading throughout the continent until it felt like he had little pockets of belonging all throughout; Paris was Jev, Techeetah, Monaco his base, the community he’d slotted into, ex-pats and drivers of varying status and the cycling crew he’d become a part of, and André just a couple of hours inland, close enough to continue the tight knit friendship they’d developed after years sharing an apartment in Tokyo.

They’d gone there, to Gordes, him and Tess, Mitch, Nina, when the lockdown began, those few strange weeks of supply runs to the supermarket, filling their trolleys from the dwindling shelves, hours spent out by the pool, André on cocktail duty like he was born to entertain, all of them barefoot and in each other’s space until things became too blurred, jealousies hinted at over the breakfast bar and tempers frayed. James had signed the lease on the villa shortly after, high in the hills of La Turbie, all of Monaco sprawling below like a glittering jewel on the edge of the Mediterranean.

Tess’ departure had been inevitable, he saw that now with hindsight, the Gordes debacle breaking down the remaining threads of their relationship, possibly (okay, definitely) eased along by her discovery of him draped around André in the swimming pool one morning, their legs entwined, mouths pressed together desperately. He wasn’t sure how he’d neglected to tell her he wasn't entirely straight, other than the topic not really coming up and never an appropriate moment to lead into it. He knew it was a dick move, to use her reaction as an excuse for why he hadn't said anything before, when really deep down he knew it was more the fact she’d quite literally caught him cheating rather than any real disdain for his proclivities.

So he got off on sucking dick occasionally, it didn't really seem like that much of a big deal. He hadn't wanted to fight, he'd realised, neither for the relationship or about it, instead it had been a relief somehow to watch her pack her things and vacate the rooms of the place that had so recently become their home, not enough time spent there yet to make any real memories that might haunt him in her absence. It hadn't taken him long to realise what a massive idiot he'd been about the whole situation.

"More coffee, mate?"

The touch against his forearm was startling, breaking the thread of his thoughts and planting him back in the present, the cliff-edge too treacherous for daydreaming even if the view was something to get lost in, the sky hued with crimson as the sun ascended above Monaco. James accepted the proffered flask, pouring himself a cup and taking a seat on a smooth, flat rock, wide enough to fit both himself and Jenson, their shoulders swishing together in padded coats, spring not yet made it to the coast, or not this early in the morning at least. The hour was such that conversation was scant, but James was content to let his gaze flit between the sunrise and the peace that had settled on Jenson's face, smoothing out his features into a contentment that had seemed rare in the two weeks he'd been crashing at James' place.

"See I told you it was awesome." He bumped his shoulder against Jenson's. "Even if I did have to drag you out of bed."

He didn't mean it like that, of course, but it was nice to see a blush creep across Jenson's cheeks. James had to catch himself, his thoughts veering off into a direction that wouldn't hold up to a great deal of analysis. Once upon a time his friendship with Jenson had been much more grounded in a kind of vague hero worship, but enough years had passed that he'd let go of all that, their friendship mellowed into something rounded, familiar.

They'd fucked around once, so long ago now that James had almost forgotten it happened, one of those things that goes along with being a young driver travelling the world while all your friends are living lives that become so alien so quickly. You never think about how lonely it gets, anonymous hotel rooms on the outskirts of cities that look cool on the surface but that you never really have enough time to delve deeper into. Tokyo was the only one that truly felt like home, maybe because it was the opposite of what James understood home to be. In reality he knew it was 30% culture shock, 70% Andre.

It wasn't in Japan though, the time he and Jenson…

The steam from the coffee clouded his sunglasses momentarily, blurring the view of the sun that was creeping higher above the ocean now, a couple of other hikers encroaching on the beauty spot as the morning ticked on. He rested his head lightly against Jenson's shoulder, refusing to put much thought into the gesture.

Where was it? He pictured himself, early twenties, back in his Honda days. Maybe it was Spain. He tried to pull the memory out from somewhere but it wasn't clear enough and the Jenson by his side now was also a world away from the guy he was back then. As if proving the fact, he waved his phone at James, a video of Hendrix waving and giggling happily. It was cute and a bit sad at the same time, a reminder of Jenson being stuck on the other side of the world from his family, no chance of getting back there anytime soon.

"If I was still racing," Jenson started, "I don't know mate, I can't figure out if it would be better or worse. All this fucking waiting for something to happen."

"Hmm." James didn't really have an answer, no true comparison. He missed Techeetah, days screwing around in Paris with Jev and the easy friendship that had evolved there, sim sessions and catsitting. Jev's frustration with not being able to race was evident in every Zoom call, making James' own listlessness feel somehow hollow. "I think it would be worse," he decided, standing up and rubbing the backs of his thighs, chilled from the cold stone. "Light breakfast then take the bikes into the mountains?"

"Sure."

#writing #f1 fic #fe fic #james/jenson

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danielfuckingricciardo · 1 year

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Rise Like A Phoenix - Chapter Six

Pairing - Jenson Button x Reader + Charles Leclerc x Reader + Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Word Count - 2464

Content Warning - Swearing, sexual references, violence

Synopsis - When a German agent goes missing investigating a diplomat’s disappearance, you are asked to take the case as your old adversary is revealed to be the one to blame. However, you soon find out that you will not be working alone, and will have to complete your mission with the help of agent Charles Leclerc.

Author’s Note - The car-fuckery and Bond nerd popped out in this one, oopsies! But to make up for it, it’s Charles’ time to shine! Enjoy!

Chapter Six - Oh, To Be Charles Leclerc

After landing at Nice airport, you and Charles were quickly ushered into a helicopter and deposited on the roof of some modern high-rise building.

“George says we’re posing as rich tourists, so do try your best to look a little lost on our way to the hotel. It’s gotta be convincing.” You sat to Charles, and he nods.

“My sense of direction is shit anyway, I always look lost even though I’ve lived here my entire life.” Charles chuckles, and you smile at him.

“Noted, remind me never to put you on navigation duties.” You say, reaching for the door to the top floor of the building.

“So, where are we staying? Since we’re tourists I assume we’re not just going to be using my apartment as a base.” Charles says, and you nod as you press the button to call the elevator.

“It’s the Hotel de Paris, George said it was the only place they could get me a parking spot at such short notice.”

“Parking spot? You brought your car?” Charles asks, and you nod.

“Oh yeah, I don’t go anywhere without Svetlana.” You respond, stepping into the elevator as Charles follows behind.

“You named your car?” Charles laughs, and you give him a death glare.

“She’s so beautiful, I had to name her. Just wait till you get to look at her yourself, you’ll fall in love.” You respond, a dreamy look in your eyes.

“We’ll see about that. When this is all over, I’ll have to show you my car. I think she’s definitely hotter than Svetlana.”

“Those are fighting words. When we’re done with all this business, we’re going to a race track and then we’ll see whose car is better.” You say, and Charles raises his eyebrow.

“Oh, you’re on.” Charles says, holding his hand out for you to shake and make the deal. You take it and shake it firmly, a confident smirk on your lips.

“Just know, I used to go karting as a kid, I’m definitely going to beat you.” Charles says, an equally confident smirk finding its way to his own lips.

After arriving at your hotel room, you immediately throw yourself down onto the bed’s plush white sheets, inhaling the freshly-washed clean scent and running your hands across the soft fabric.

“I could get used to this, you know?” You say, sitting up to look at Charles who was unpacking his suitcase.

“You say that as if you’re not constantly hopping from hotel to resort in your line of work.” Charles shouts over to you, and you scoff.

“Oh really? You think I’m living the life of luxury? Well, Monegasque spies might get five star treatment, but at MI6 we have to rough it. My last assignment had me sleeping in a soviet-era hotel in Ulaanbataar where I’m pretty sure the sheets hadn’t been replaced since the days of Stalin.” You say, and Charles turns to you, a smile on his face.

“Okay, so maybe we do get treated better, but then again my jobs have mainly been domestic so far.”

“Oh to be Charles Leclerc.” You laugh, throwing yourself back into the sheets.

“It’s not that great, I assure you.” Charles says, pushing up his sleeves and adjusting his watch strap.

Charles sits next to you on the edge of the bed and looks at you in your comfortable starfished position, raising his eyebrow at you.

“You know, for an international super spy, you’re a little bit… goofy.” Charles remarks, and you look at him, a scandalised look in your eyes.

“What do you mean? I am obviously a symbol of international seduction and sophistication, and I’m incredibly intimidating.” You say sarcastically, making snow angel motions against the sheets.

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying, you’ve gone from telling me you’d shoot me if I slipped up, to making jokes and turning yourself into a blanket monster in the space of an hour. So you’re a little goofy.” Charles says, and you roll your eyes, sitting up in the bed to pull him closer to you.

You pin Charles to the bed, straddling his thighs and holding each of his arms in a vice-like grip above his head. His breathing becomes heavy, as does your own after exerting yourself to place the two of you in this position. Lowering your face to his, so your lips are barely an inch apart, you smirk at him.

“I may be a little goofy, but that’s because I know now that I can trust you. But my earlier comment still stands, if you fuck up in any way, I won’t hesitate to pull the trigger pretty boy.” You say, and Charles gulps, attempting to fight against your grip on his wrists but failing to escape. He was completely under your control, and you loved it, maybe a little too much.

“Noted.” Charles says, and you release him, collapsing down beside Charles on the bed.

“I better go and get ready, those pictures George sent were taken at 10pm, so we need to be at the casino ready for him to enter and take his seat at the blackjack table well before then, having scouted out all the exits and any possible risks.” You say, jumping up from the bed, grabbing your suitcase and making your way to the bathroom.

You glance quickly at Charles as you close the bathroom door, still breathing heavy, his arms still where you had left them, a shocked expression still dominating his face. It took all the power within you to close the door, instead of running back over to the bed and fucking him hard. Oh god, you wanted to do it, more than anything in that moment. You squeezed your thighs together at the sensation building within your core, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to reach the level of satisfaction you desired in that moment. You were busy, you were working, but you had always been terrible at separating business and pleasure. More often than not in your life, the two things were devilishly intertwined.

After showering, styling your hair and doing your makeup, you grab your evening dress from your bag and smooth down the black silk gently with your hand. You step into the garment and pull it up your body, the fabric hugging your form in all the right places as you reach for the zip at the back and give it a firm tug. The zipper, however refuses to cooperate, and after pulling at it a few times, you eventually give up.

Sighing exasperatedly at yourself in the mirror, you tentatively twist the door handle, holding your dress together with one hand and pushing the door open with the other.

“Hey Charles, could you do me a…” You begin only to stop as your eyes fall upon Charles’ bare chest.

You didn’t want to stare, but you physically could not stop yourself as your eyes took in every inch of your partner’s bare torso. His arms, his neck, his surprisingly well-toned abs - everything about him was perfect, and you felt that all-too-familiar feeling returning to your core as Charles glanced up at you.

“You okay?” Charles asks as he slides one arm into the immaculate white shirt he was holding.

“Yeah, no actually, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind zipping me up. The fucking thing just won’t budge.” You say, taking a step towards him.

“Sure, what are partners for, eh?” He says, as he slides his other arm into his shirt. He leaves it hanging open, and you wonder if he did that for you, if he caught you looking and realised you were extremely interested in what you had seen.

You take a few steps backward so that you were stood just a few inches in front of Charles. You look at yourself in the mirror that hung on the wall, admiring your dress for the first time in a long while. You hadn’t had the opportunity to wear such a decadent gown in a long time, as your last case had been dependent on your ability to blend in with the locals.

Charles’ fingers brush against your own as he takes the two sides of the dress from you, allowing your hands to become free to hold your hair up and out of the way. His free hand finds the zipper and he gives it a few swift tugs before it moves smoothly upwards to the top.

“Ah, there you go. It was a stiff one.” He says, and you release your hair, allowing it to cascade down your back.

“Thank you.” You respond, turning to find his face just inches from your own, just ghosting above your bare shoulder.

Your lips part slightly, an invitation should he oblige, for if he was having the same thoughts that you were, the ones that were running through your mind at a million miles an hour as Charles stood behind you. You look at your reflections in the mirror, and almost jump as you feel Charles’ hand wrap around your waist, watching as it settles against your hip, gently rubbing small circles into your hip bone with the pad of his thumb.

Your own hand drifts down to touch his, and your fingers intertwine, pulling him forwards so that his body is flush with your own. His spare hand brushes the hair gently away from your opposite shoulder, exposing it as he leans down gently to press a kiss to your soft flesh.

You exhale a shaky breath as his lips pull away from your skin, and he looks toward the mirror, glancing up and down at your reflection before settling on your eyes. After making eye contact for what could have only been a few moments, you turn to face him, separating your hands so that you could wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your lips were millimetres away from one another, and you smile, letting out a shaky laugh before Charles finally closes the gap.

Your lips had barely found each other, before your phone begins to ring in the bathroom. You pull away, and sigh, disappearing into the bathroom to answer the call.

“What’s up George?” You answer, a slightly exasperated tone to your voice.

“Oh, I hope this isn’t a bad time, but I’ve been following a few vehicles that Fortescue has been seen using in the past few days, and one of them just pulled up at the Casino. I’m just accessing the camera now, and yes, he’s just stepped out of the car, with Polina. You need to get down there pretty sharpish.” George says, and you sigh in frustration.

“Shit, okay, we’ll get going now, and I’ll be in touch if anything happens. We still need to figure out who the mystery man at the table is, something about him seems familiar but I just can’t put my finger on it yet. He could be important to the case.” You say, before hanging up.

While the case is your number one priority, you can’t help but be mad at George for interrupting whatever was about to happen between you and Charles. You knew it wasn’t his fault, men like Fortescue were rarely predictable, so obviously he wouldn’t arrive at the casino at exactly the same time every night, but just this once you’d wished he was a creature of habit.

“Charles, get your shit together, we need to leave now, Fortescue just arrived at the casino, and our brilliant plan is well and truly out of the window. Looks like we’re going in blind.” You say, stomping out of the bathroom to put on your shoes.

You pull out a small black clutch bag and throw in your gun and exploding pen. You fasten the watch to your wrist and then groan as you realise you had forgotten about the hair pin. Securing your hair into a low bun with your hair tie was easy, but getting the pin to sit straight was practically impossible. You were ready to throw the damn thing at the wall before Charles walks over to your side, taking the pin from your hand and sliding it into your hair effortlessly.

“There. Beautiful.” He says in your ear, before walking over to the door, holding it open to allow you to step through first. “So, do I get to meet Svetlana now?”

Svetlana was your pride and joy, a classic silver Aston Martin DB5 on the outside, as per your James Bond fuelled fantasies, but with a turbo charged V12 engine under the bonnet. She was beautiful, elegant and classic on the outside, but on the inside she could roar with more passion than half of the cars on the market. George was more than happy to fulfil your requests when it came to Svetlana, he loved her almost as much as you did, she was his passion project, and would always give her new tech and upgrades before any of the other agents’ cars.

“Say hello to the only woman in my life, Svetlana.” You say, sweeping your arm out to add to the big reveal.

“She is gorgeous, but I doubt she’s able to keep up in a high-speed chase.” Charles says, running his fingers across the bonnet.

“Oh, just wait till we have some spare time, I’ll show you what’s hidden beneath her pretty silver exterior, I can guarantee you’ll be impressed.” You say, walking over to the driver’s door and opening it, sliding yourself into the driving seat.

You gesture through the windscreen for Charles to join you in the passenger seat, and he obliges, opening the door and taking the seat beside you. His eyes scan the dashboard, and he realises that Svetlana is, in fact, so much more than an ordinary DB5. Instead of the usual buttons and dials you’d find in such an old car, Svetlana was instead fitted with a collection of screens, designed by George to mimic the original design of the interior.

“Okay, so she’s something special.” Charles says, and you laugh as you turn the key in the ignition, bringing Svetlana to life with a deep rumble.

“She’s a sexy girl, and she can do all manner of dirty things.” You say as you pull out of the car park and onto the streets of Monte Carlo

Next Chapter

#Rise like a phoenix f1 #f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo x you #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you

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mickstart · 2 years

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It’s my birthday tomorrow but I’m so much more excited for the next bakery au chapter than anything else! I was just wondering how you’d feel about sharing some of the behind the scenes planning stuff, such as the inspiration for Nico’s dress and the venue setting? If that was something you’d be up for sharing, I would LOVE to see some of that!

Hey!! First of all HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! <3 <3 <3 Second of all sorry this took so long I got lost in my old planning notes and so many little details I forgot! For example there used to be a lot more emphasis on Nico's partying exploits and the public perception of him as being Too Wild VS Lewis wanting to settle down and grow up. I actually kind of wish I'd kept this in the fic I think it adds a lot more to what Nico gets out of the wedding (image goes up)

Anyway! Have some behind the scenes stuff below as a birthday treat!

So for settings I actualy have a whole pinterest board with inspo pictures for locations! The settings are way more detailed there than they are in the fics and its something I'd maybe re-do if I had to do this all over again. Specifically, Pierre was meant to feature more heavily as the friend whose dress Charles is bigging up to Nico so the fashion house in Milan was a more important setting. Also Lance and Esteban owned one of the flower stalls in Paris. But Idk I didn't want to just cram everyone into the fic I guess?

Anyway! So these are the two biggest influences for McLaren's to me!

Imagine this but more orange.

And then lots of photos like this for the exterior - complete with Jenson's apartment up above! (Except it's a bakery not a tea room and longer than it is wide.)

And then for the venue... I knew I wanted Greece, but I wanted it to feel contained, suffocating. So it had to be one of the islands and I ended up choosing Mykonos because the jeandre club scene had to be feasible. I actually spent a worrying amount of time just going around the island on google maps. I read I think 5 or 6 lists of best beaches in mykonos and best clubs in mykonos, and narrowed it down to the Expensive ones. SantAnna Club is the venue for the reception and I spent a lot of time going through their virtual website tour looking at the features and aesthetics. If it doesn't seem very well described yet, that's because I'm holding back for the Big Day sfdgfds but if you look at their pool section you may find A Surprise Tool That Will Help Us Later.

As for the actual ceremony venue, that's partially made up. It's essentially the star hotel / white chapel / lolita resort (its name changes CONSTANTLY lmao) but transplanted to be on an imaginary even smaller island thats basically a rocky patch of land loosely connected to the island at low tide but otherwise accessible by boat.

Just this general idea of a round. stage-like entrance, except even further fenced in my stone. The chapel in the fic is also slightly larger than this. It has room on the inside for a small party to sit and watch an actual ceremony. Also, this is one of the rejected venues from the first chapter in mykonos:

bonus, this is what I had in my head while writing Fernando and Jenson wandering Little Venice.

As for Nico's dress I think I browsed SOOO many wedding dress collections I have like 3 pages of pretty dresses in a word document. But these two really capture the Essence I guess.

I knew it had to be mint because that's Nico's Colour to me. I also wanted it to have a dramatic diana-esque train, and I went back and forth between princess and ballgown styles. Also the second dress for the reception dinner is more of a slim "trumpet" silhouette better for a party than a ceremony.

Lewis' outfit is just his Met Gala 2021 look because I literally couldn't have said it better myself Lewis. Bonus Roscoe inspo

#ask #bakery au #sorry for all the info I rambled

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ashashipman · 2 months

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Typeface - first response

Futura

curvy, soft, simple, basic

Futura is a geometric sans-serif typeface designed by Paul Renner and released in 1927. It was designed as a contribution on the New Frankfurt-project. It is based on geometric shapes, especially the circle, similar in spirit to the Bauhaus design style of the period.

Gillsans

A little more detail, like 'a' and 'g'

Gill Sans was released in 1928 by Monotype, initially as a set of titling capitals that was quickly followed by a lower-case. Gill's aim was to blend the influences of Johnston, classic serif typefaces and Roman inscriptions to create a design that looked both cleanly modern and classical at the same time.

Hightower

a lot more detail and personality

more advanced version of gillsans

Hightower Text is a serif typeface designed by Tobias Frere-Jones. It is loosely based on the printing of Nicolas Jenson in Venice in the 1470s, in what is now called the "old style" of serif fonts.

Diolot

interesting as the thicknesses change

more modern as there are straight lines or (extended)

has a similar vibe to Hightower but more modern

The most famous Didot typefaces were developed in the period 1784–1811. Firmin Didot (1764–1836) cut the letters, and cast them as type in Paris. His brother, Pierre Didot (1760–1853) used the types in printing

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motorsportverso · 10 months

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inscritos até agora

Rally cars

M-Sport-Ford Puma Rally 1 Hybrid-Otto Tanak\Adrian Fourmoux

Toyota Gazzo Racing-Toyota Yaris GR Rally 1 Hybrid

Hyundai Sheel Mobis WRT-Hyundai I20 N Rally 1 Hybrid-Therry Neuvile

Prodrive-Mini Cooper WRC-Jimmy McRae

Prodrive-Ford Escort RS1600 MKII

Prodrive-Subaru Impreza Grupo A-Alister e Max Mcrae

Ford Fiesta R2

Audi Sport-Audi Q RS e-Tron Dakar

Audi Sport-Audi S1 Hoonitron-Tom Kristenssen

Special One Racing-Lancia Delta Evo e RX-Sebastien Loeb

Subaru USA Motorsports-Gymkhana GL Wagon-Travis Pastrana

Toyota Gazzo Racing-Toyota GR Yaris H2

Ford Fiesta RX43-Mark McCANN

Ford Fiesta GYM43-Enda Garvey

Mercedes 280GE Dakar-Mercedes Benz Classic

60 anos da Mclaren racing aniverasrio

Mclaren M8A-Ema Gilmour

Mclaren MP4\8-Sebastien Vettel

Odyssey 21-Neom Mclaren XE

Mclaren-Mclaren F1 Team-Lando Norris\Oscar Piastri

Sportscars

Lamborghini LMDH-Lamborghini Squadra Corse\Iron Linkx

Mazda 787B

Radford Type 62-2-Jenson Button

Peugeot 9 x 8 LMH-Peugeot Sport\Stellantis

Mclaren 570s GT4-Aaron Morgan-Team Brit

Dodge Viper GTS-R-Floriant Moulin

Mercedes-AMG GT2

75 aniversary Porsche Motorsport-Le Mans

Porsche 917k

Porsche 935

Porsche 919 Hybrid LMP1

Porsche 963 LMDH-Hertz Team Jota

Porsche 963 LMDH-Porsche Penske Motorsport

Porsche RS Spyder LMP2

Porsche 962

75 aniversary Porsche Motorsport-911

Porsche 911 DAKAR 2023

Porsche 911

Porsche 911 SC-Safari-Richard Tutil

Porsche 911 RSR-19,Iron Dames , Rahel Frey

Porsche 935

Porsche 911 GT3 RSR

Porsche 911 GT2 R EVO

Porsche 911 GT1-98

Porsche 99X Formula E Gen 2

Porsche 953 Paris Dakar

100 YEARS OF 24h Le Mans

Mazda 787B

Porsche 962

Porsche 936

Audi R10 TDI

Porsche 911 RSR “PINK”

Mclaren F1 GTR

Matra MS670

Ferrari 250 TR

Ford GT40 MKII

Audi R18-Tom Kristenssen

Glikenhaus 007 LMH-Ryan Briscoe

Aston Martin Vantage AMR GTE

Ferrari 499 P LMH-AF Corse

Ford Mustang GT3-Ford Performace

Toyota GR010-Hybrid LMH-Toyota Gazzo Racing

WRC 50 Years

Peugeot 206 WRC-Max Mcrae\Tom Williams

Lancia 037 Rally

Citroen C4 WRC-Max Girardo\Marcus Willis

Alpine-Renault A110

Toyota GR Yaris Rally 2

Ford Escort Cosworth-Nick Jarvis

Ford Focus WRC-David Wright

Ford RS200-Alister Mcrae

Lotus 18

Mercedes WGP 2011-Mercedes AMG Petronas F1-Mick Schumaker

Mercedes W12-Mercedes AMG Petronas F1-Esteban Guerrieri

Williams FW14B-Sebastien Vettel

Mclaren MP4\8-Sebastien Vettel

Ferrari F60

Ferrari SF70H-Marc Gene

Red Bull Racing-Renault RB7

Red Bull Racing-RB18

Renault RS10

Supercar Run

Porsche Mission X

Mclaren Solus GT

Porsche Spyder RS

BMW NEW CSL 3.0 CSL

Bentley Continental GT Pikes Peak

#goodwood fos

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slvrarrwswrites · 2 years

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Plots or other ideas I think would make good fics but I don’t have the time to develop into what they deserve to be. Open for anyone to take inspiration from; credit is not required but would be greatly appreciated. If you do take inspiration, then please send me a link, I’d love to read and promote your work! My DMs and asks are also open if you want to talk ideas or plotlines.

Note: any individuals/ships can be swapped out with others, I just wrote with the ones I conceptualized first or who I thought fit the best.

open prompt tag

Prompt #2: Piarles

Series: Formula 1

Individuals: Charles Leclerc, Pierre Gasly

Ships: Charles Leclerc/Pierre Gasly

Setting: Alternate Universe

Premise: Charles is up and coming talent in his chosen profession (F1 driver, model, fashion designer, concert pianist etc.) and travels the world so often that having a permanent home doesn’t make sense, so he choses to live in a hotel suite in his favorite city (Paris, Monaco, New York, Milan etc.). Pierre is a concierge at hotel that Charles is living in and can get clients anything they want; reservations at restaurants booked out months in advance, tickets to sold out concerts, even VIP events that only the elite in the city know about.

City Boy!Nico & Country Boy!Jenson

Series: Formula 1

Individuals: Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg, Keke Rosberg

Ships: Jenson Button/Nico Rosberg

Setting: Alternate Universe

Premise: Nico is a spoiled brat trust fund boy born and raised in Monaco to a businessman father (Keke). After an incident where Nico crashes his brand new car after a night of partying (please don’t drink and drive), Keke is fed up with Nico’s behavior and calls in a favor from a business associate. Less than 24 hours later, Nico is on a flight out to the English countryside where he’s going to be spending the next years learning the value of hard work by working at a whiskey distillery that Keke has invested in. Enter Jenson, the owner’s son who has been tasked with showing Nico the ropes. The two do not get along, Jenson finds Nico inflexible and spoiled and Nico doesn’t respect Jenson because he looks down on him for having a blue collar job/lifestyle and thinks that Jenson is too gruff.

#prompt masterlist #open prompts

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greensparty · 3 years

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This Month in History - May

Raising a glass to a few of this month’s pop culture landmark anniversaries:

May 2, 2006: Pearl Jam released

In May 2006, Pearl Jam’s self-titled 8th album was released. This was a serious comeback album for them. They came in all fired up by W.’s war on terror and the album really rocks. I remember just as the album was being released, they were set to do an in-store at Tower Records in NYC’s Greenwich Village (which closed about 6 or 7 months later). Just to get free tickets to that in-store you needed to wait on a line, so I went about an hour beforehand and followed the line around the block and an employee at the end, said there will be no tickets after this point in the line :( In 2013, I ranked this album my #2 PJ Album. Happy 15 PJ!

May 8, 2016: A Moon Shaped Pool released digitally

In May 2016, Radiohead’s 9th studio album was released digitally with a physical release following in June 2016. It was easily the band’s best album in a long time and I named it my #1 Album of 2016. It’s up there in the pantheon of the band’s best work. Happy 5 AMSP!

May 10, 1991: Truth or Dare opens

In May 1991, Madonna’s behind-the-scenes tour documentary was released. Here’s my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 30th TOD!

May 10, 2011: Move Like This released

In May 2011, the 7th and final album from The Cars was released. After the 1988 break up of the band and the 2000 death of bassist Ben Orr, it was unclear if a reunion would happen. In 2009, I interviewed The Cars keyboardist Greg Hawkes for my V66 documentary and I asked if there could ever be a Cars reunion. He said “I’ve learned at my age, never say never. We have no plans, but you never know.” Then in 2010 word got out that the remaining members were recording. When this came out, the band went out on their final tour. Now I’m kicking myself for having missed it. I named this album my #27 Album of the 2010s. Happy 10 Move Like This!

May 14, 1976: Rocks released

In May 1976, Aerosmith’s 4th album was released. This is considered by many to be their best. I choose Toys in the Attic, but this is a close second. This is ground zero for all of the metal and hard rock that followed in the decade and a half that followed. Happy 45 Rocks!

May 16, 1966: Pet Sounds released

In May 1966 The Beach Boys’ magnum opus was released. Here is my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 55 Pet Sounds!

May 17, 1971: Ram released

In May 1971, Paul McCartney’s second solo album (well he made with his wife Linda, but anyways...) was released. It was only a year after The Beatles’ break-up and Sir Paul was flinging himself into his solo sound. This album was indie pop gold! Happy 50th Ram!

May 17, 1991: What About Bob? opens

In May 1991, one of Bill Murray’s most underrated comedies was released. Here is my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 30th WAB!

May 18, 2001: Shrek opens

In May 2001 one of my favorite animated comedies was released. Here is my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 20th Shrek!

May 20, 2011: Midnight in Paris opens

In May 2011, one of Woody Allen’s best movies was released. Here is my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 10 MIP!

May 21: 1971: What’s Going On released

In May 1971, one of the greatest albums ever made was released. Soul legend Marvin Gaye has made some fantastic album, but this concept album about a Vietnam vet who returns to America and witnesses so many injustices in the world is his masterpiece. The album works as a whole from start to finish. Each song 5 stars! Last year when Rolling Stone re-did their 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list, this was #1 and it de-throned Sgt. Pepper. Not sure if I agree with Sgt. Pepper being de-throned, but I can’t argue with What’s Going On being #1. Happy 50th WGO!

May 25, 1986: Hands Across America

In May 1986, at a time of numerous benefit concerts and events, the Hands Across America fundraiser took place from NY to CA where participants made a human chain. All proceeds went to homeless and those in poverty. Loads of celebrities took part in it and there was even a music video. It wasn’t a perfect science making the human chain as there are loads of mountains and bodies of water throughout America, but the heart was in the right place. My older sister, Dad and Stepmom took part in the NY portion but I was too young. In Jordan Peele’s film Us, it shows the influence that the event had on the main character played by Lupita Nyong’o. Happy 35 HAA!

May 28, 1991: Gish released

In May 1991, the debut album from Smashing Pumpkins was released. Here is my piece I wrote in 2016. Happy 30th Gish!

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