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Support a Blogger!

Hey so... I made a blogging website for F1 and if you're a new fan or just want a fun place to discuss, here's my blog!!!

https://formula1fatale.wixsite.com/thef1fatale

<3

#f1 #f1blog #f1 community #f1 blog

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I wanna feel as put together as she is. Period.

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F1 Glossary

This is just a combination of all the key words you may hear over an F1 weekend.

Beware it’s quite long, but these are the common terms I have been asked questions about.

Keep reading

#merci #this helps a lot #f1

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Why Do You Like Formula 1?

My simple answer:

Glamour.

There is something about the stage of international motorsport that has enraptured me since the moment I laid eyes upon it. No hyperbole, no exaggeration, no overstatement.

From the cutting edge technology of each flaming chariot to the unmatched wit, bravery and skill of twenty of the most fearless, disciplined, extraordinary men driving them: there is a tenor of excellence, of absolute perfection that is... addicting.

I'm addicted to F1 and I'm not ashamed of it.

I take a hit. I view a press conference, I tune into an interview. I study a highlight. I check the standings. I enjoy a podcast. It gives me a wondeful feeling.

I feel expensive.

Sophisticated.

Included.

I feel glamourous.

All of this euphoria and I have not attended a single race in the flesh.

I get goosebumps knowing that this weekend, twenty glamorous people, and their perfect company will be less than three hours away from me, in my state, in my country, competing in a sport I love to be a part of. It truly is an experience I find new and exciting, not like anything else I've ever felt before.

So why Formula 1?

It's given me a feeling that I don't ever want to stop feeling.

#f1 #f1 blog #my take #austingrandprix

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Happy 40th Birthday Fernando Alonso!

#fernando alonso #f1 #formula 1 #happy birthday

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lmao drive to survive 4 is gonna be FIRE. netflix got all the footage they need from just this one weekend. can't wait to see how they're gonna make it even more dramatic 🤩🤩

#THERE'S GONNA BE ANOTHER SEASON?? #im so excited #pierre gasly #my baby

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it's what you do when you have money I guess?

i’m still mad about what happened on sunday but hiring a lawyer? wtf

#Red Bull racing #Red Bull #gotta have money for that

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I'll be posting some F1 2021 Gameplay soon!!!

If anyone wants to play, DM me! I play Ps4!

#f1 2021 #formula 1 2021

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You Are The Best Surprise (Pierre Gasly x Reader)

Just got home from work and thought this would be nice to write!

Pierre Gasly Fluff!

Enjoy!

To be dating an F1 Driver, you had a really normal job. You worked in retail, and it annoyed you to no end. Just until you were out of university, then you could be the journalist you've always wanted to be: going to every Formula 1 race and watching the sport you've fallen in love with. Watching the Driver you fell in love with: Pierre Gasly.

But right now, you were stuck getting home to your apartment at 22:37 at night, too exhausted to stop for dinner and too lazy to fix that.

You dropped your bag by the front door before kicking off your shoes, shoving them into their proper corner. The place was dark like always when you came in, but you didn't notice that there was another pair of shoes in the foyer. You were too busy stumbling over your own two sore feet, rubbing your eyes, and hanging onto the wall as you turned the corner into the main room of your apartment. You didn't notice the bag sitting on the carpet by the television stand, or the blue blanket in the armchair. You didn't notice that your cat's litter had been changed, or that the cat was nowhere to be found. You didn't notice that the door to your room was open either. You always left it closed.

But you did notice one of your books that had toppled off the shelf onto the floor. You sighed and shuffled over to pick it up.

"Shit..." You whined as you tried to bend a few of the pages, along with the paperback cover, back to its original state after being creased against its own weight on the floor. You had just bought this book and it was already showing some wear...

"Shit!"

You put a little too much force into it and had caused a small rip in the cover. Your shoulders slumped as you stood on your toes to put it back onto the shelf. You'd just deal with it tomorrow. You had to be awake in a few hours for your shift anyhow.

"Let me see?"

You jumped as a voice sounded behind you and a warm body was suddenly pressed against your back. You dropped the book again and a swift hand swooped down to catch it with amazing reflexes. You turn around and nearly stumble into the shelf, blinking a few times before realizing what you were seeing in the dim light. Or who you were seeing, rather. Your face crumpled like a piece of paper, and your heart leaped into your chest.

"Pierre!!"

He didn't have much warning before you jumped into his lean arms. A small chuckle left his lips as you slammed into his chest and flung your arms around his back, gripping the fine material of his grey T-shirt in your hands. He held you close, the warmth of his skin radiating through his clothes into your cheek. You breathed him in, gathering as much of his scent as you could, feeling it awaken the butterflies in your stomach. Oh, you were so happy to see him.

"Hi, baby.... Hi..." He says gently into your hair. You could feel the vibrations of his voice undulate throughout your body, causing goosebumps to prickle at the back of your neck.

You look up into his gentle eyes. You noticed he had shaved recently, only the beginnings of his stubble returning. His hair was a little longer, beginning to look unkempt. You normally cut his hair and you hadn't got around to it in a while.

"You're here?" You ask. Your voice was so weak and small, almost as if you expected him to leave right away.

He gives you a reassuring smile, never loosening his hold on you.

"Yes, baby. You did not see my bag? Or my shoes?"

A brick just dropped on your head. You looked past him, underneath his arm to the door. Sure enough, there were his Nikes. Your eyes scan your living room. As he said, there was his bag. You sighed.

"No... No... I guess I was too distracted..."

Pierre looks at you with a concerned gaze. He always did worry about you working too much. He always suggested you slow down, take breaks, but you were saving for university. Even though he had offered to help many times, you always told him you wanted to do most of it on your own. You weren't dating him for money, you were dating him because he is your number one supporter and a wonderful friend and partner. You told him that's all he needed to do.

He pets your head and kisses your cheek. "Was work okay? You seem tired?"

You huff and chuckle, gently breaking away, grabbing the book from his hands and putting it back on the shelf.

"Work was... work. I don't want to talk about it. Let's talk about you? You weren't supposed to be here so soon!"

Pierre smiles bashfully and rubs the back of his neck. You noticed he was wearing the sweatpants you had bought him. He always looked so good in them... and even though he had many more expensive pairs, he always liked to wear the ones you bought.

"Yes, but... I wanted to surprise you."

You walk into your bedroom and start taking off your jewelry and taking down your hair from its style. When the hair tie gets stuck, Pierre comes behind and helps you untangle it. His nimble fingers were so gentle, and his soft touch made your hairs stand on end. You smile and look at your hands, folded in front of you.

Pierre leans in from behind and whispers in your ear after giving you a quick kiss on your shoulder.

"How did I do?"

You can't help but blush as you feel his hands slide around your waist and press your body to his. You turn your head gently to the side and capture his lips in a soft kiss, grabbing his cheek and caressing it softly.

He massages your lips with his own. The sound of the air conditioning and the faint city noises beyond your apartment were muffled by the sound of your gentle kissing. When you begin to suck on his bottom lip, Pierre turns you to face him completely, still breathing the air so close to your mouth

"Come on baby, was it a good surprise?"

Your stomach fluttered and your heart skipped a beat as his low murmur echoed through the room and replayed in your mind a million times, making you feel light as a feather. You licked your lips and leaned forward again, chasing him for another kiss. He lowered his hands to the small of your back and rubbed there slowly in a soothing motion.

You grinned against his mouth.

"You are the best surprise."

#pierre gasly fangirl #pierre gasly #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly fluff #reblog if you can #f1 imagines #f1 x reader #formula 1 fandom #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 x reader

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there are some of y’all that still think pierre isnt that hot and i hope you get better soon babe xx

#he is so handsome #he is fine as fuck #he is so beautiful #he is perfect #pierre gasly fangirl #pierre gasly

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but we love him 😔

#i love him #pierre gasly fangirl #pierre gasly

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#*taps mic* ur honor i hate him #twlandonorris #lando norris #so spunky i love him

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Pretty Enough (Daniel Ricciardo x Reader)

Daniel Ricciardo x insecure!Reader Fluff!

My f1 obsession will start with this. This is my first f1 fic, I hope everyone enjoys it!

You slump down on your bed, your smartphone in your hand. You couldn't take your eyes off the photo. It was absolutely horrid. No matter how you adjusted the lighting, no matter what filter you used, the longer you stared at the photo, the uglier it seemed to get. You've been feeling this way for a while, trying to take photos for your blog, but never coming up with anything. You would spend hours of time and energy in front of your window or your ring light posing for the timed camera, but it always turned out like this:

You feeling worthless and awful.

Your tear-stained face appeared for a moment when you got an in-coming FaceTime... from your boyfriend.

You wipe your tears hurriedly, smearing them all over your face. You took a deep breath to steady your wavering voice before you pressed accept.

"Hello?"

You got a screen full of neckbeard as your boyfriend closed the door to his car. Today was an off day for him. A break from training and driving and the media and all of that. You wanted to spend it with him but you had a family event to attend and couldn't fly out to Monza to be with him, not until tomorrow. You didn't let Daniel fly here to see you because you knew he really needed some time alone to recharge. But he still called.

"Hey sweetheart, how was the uh.. the family thing? Barbecue? Was it a barbecue?"

You sit there with your hand over your mouth fondly as he absentmindedly asked you about your day. He started his car and you heard the engine rev as he fastened his seatbelt.

"Oh, hi... It was good... Good good."

Your boyfriend brought the phone up to face level and squinted his brown eyes at the screen. Although he couldn't see you very well, since your face was obscured in the darkness of your bedroom at your apartment in your hometown, he knew when something was wrong. He always did. He was very emotionally empathetic. That was your Dan.

"Well, it doesn't sound like it, huh. What's up? What happened?"

You shook your head and sniffled. It was honestly so stupid, your insecurity. Some days you felt on top of the world and you felt so attractive... and some days you felt like complete and utter shit. It would always come out of nowhere. And today was just one of those days.

"It's nothing Daniel, I'm serious."

Daniel frowns and scratches the curly tuft of hair under his hat. Concern knitted his brows and he studies your face. He saw the wetness under your eyes.

"See, now I know you're not a good liar. You think I'm stupid? You're crying, babe."

Daniel's joking tone was filled with so much love. You could always feel that. It made you weak and it made you feel like you could tell him anything. Still, though, your shame about your insecurity was stronger.

"I never claimed to be a good liar? I just... don't want to talk about it."

Daniel knew how to give you your space... but right now he really wished he didn't have to. You were a few countries away and all he wanted was to be there to comfort you. He knew you had some issues with your self-esteem. In his mind though, you two were the most 'good-looking' couple he had ever seen. He'd always joke that he was the pretty trophy wife of the relationship and you were the one wearing the pants, but he had always thought you were gorgeous in your own way. He was thinking he never told you that you were special, in a serious manner, often enough.

"You sure? I mean, I'm here and you have my undivided attention, (y/n). I'm here to listen."

You considered it. Then you asked your question.

"Do you think... I'm pretty enough?"

Daniel smiled good-naturedly. Your voice was pathetic, yes, but it was cute. It reminded him how much he really did love you. He loved supporting you when you were feeling down... especially because Dan knew that he was the man for the job.

Daniel put on his best smile, readying to cheer you up.

"I think it's obvious? You're dating one hell of a looker, so you have to be. Doesn't that make sense? Add up for you? Pretty people belong with pretty people? And I'm a pretty person, so..."

You couldn't help but giggle a little. As soon as Daniel saw your smile, he relaxed. He hated seeing you so sad. But it was always an easy fix with him. Fixed you up just like an F1 mechanic. Your mind wandered back to his opening scene in the F1 Netflix series, and that made you giggle even more.

You bite your nail and watch him set up his phone on his hands-free device in the car. Hugging your knees to your chest you mumble, "I can't wait to come to see you."

Daniel grins as he backs out of his spot. How you loved that big smile of his.

"I can't wait to have you here either," a mischievous look crosses his face before he continues. "Bed is too cold without you and I miss the way you cut the crust off my sandwich."

You scoff, your tears were all but gone.

"You know there are blankets? And you can cut the crust off yourself?"

Daniel shrugs, looking directly at you in the camera.

"Yeah, but I actually like it better when you do it."

You watched as the sun cast brilliant golden hour light on his face as he drove to his next destination. You two chatted for a bit before you had to hang up. He glances at you when he gets to a red light, as you were about to end the call.

"I love you, okay?"

You nod and smile softly. "I love you too Dan."

"Okay, see you soon."

There was a short pause before he adds:

"Oh, and yes. Yes, you're pretty enough."

#f1 imagines #f1 x reader #f1 fandom #f1 #formula 1 #formula 1 imagines #formula 1 fandom #f1blr #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo fluff #first fic #reblog please

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Wolff lady (Part 1)

Fandom: Formula one Warning: None, i believe. 2200 words. Pairing: Drivers x female!reader Summary: What do you do when the drivers are obsessing over you, but your boss won’t let them close to you? 

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A/N: This is a new series that I’m working on, I hope you’ll like it! There aren’t any Toto Wolff fanfics here and I’m bothered about it.

Everyone wants what they cannot have, this includes formula one drivers and what they wanted was you. The reason? Your boss would NEVER let them near you. Who was your boss? 

The one and only Toto Wolff. 

The drivers called you Wolff lady or lady Wolff, and whenever they got the chance to gossip about you, they did. They all shared information with on another as soon they had new information to share. It could be stuff like what’s your hair color or what your outfit for the day was. One time Esteban got so close so he heard your voice, which made the others jealous but they would never admit that. Even the bosses from the different teams got curious as to why their drivers were so obsessed with you and that made them want you on their team.

So, what was so special about you? Well you.

Being Toto’s personal assistant meant that you were responsible for everything that he did, but after Niki Lauda died he used you to fill up the emptiness that Niki left. The two of you ate lunch together everyday, you travelled to the races together, you even went to his house a couple of times to have dinner with his family. You did everything together, but privately. No one but the Mercedes team had seen how you looked and you kinda liked to have the privacy of no one knowing what you looked like. You could live a normal life when you weren’t working abroad. It didn’t bother you that Toto kept you behind the scenes and that was what he liked about you. 

Keep reading

#f1 x reader #f1 imagines #f1 fandom #formula one x reader #toto wolff imagine #toto x reader #f1

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Hate to see what this sport will become once they’re gone

#f1 #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #sebastian vettel

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Pierre in that baby blue sweater, a dream.

#pierre fangirl #pierre gasly #so pretty #alpha tauri

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Why? Just WHY? 😍

#f1 #pierre gasly #pierre fangirl