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umlewis · 4 months

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"Happy Birthday Bestie. No amount of words can even come close to describing you. The most loyal, hard working, barrier breaker, thrill seeker, most grateful snd humble person out there. To you brother I salute you. You always have my back, you support me, you push me to make me the best version of myself. Your support and loyalty will never go unnoticed and that means the absolute world to me. I love you brother to the moon and back and always got your back forever and no matter what. To many more memories, history being broken and life to be lived. 🤞🏾 @.lewishamilton" - january 7, 2024 📷 @.fencer / instagram

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rinna0017 · 1 year

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🎥: Ziggo Sport

#max verstappen #f1 #gifs #edited #post season 2021 #always wanted to gif these😢

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estebunny · 5 months

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esteban ocon acting the sound of an f1 race car (again)

via Jimmy Kimmel Live youtube channel

#esteban must have practiced a lot since last time (2021 pre-season filming i can't find that clip atm)#the skill you never know you should learn until someone ask you to do it just because you are an f1 driver #yet he has definitely mastered it!!#esteban ocon #f1 #las vegas 2023

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formulaheaders · 3 months

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lando norris

◦ lando's contract extension photoshoot ◦ like/reblog if you save or use and please don't repost ◦ © piastricc

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baku2017 · 8 months

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@f1blrcreatorsfest week 3: horror They Live (1988) written and directed by John Carpenter EXT. BAHRAIN GP 2022 We open on the paddock of the Bahrain International Circuit where Lewis Hamilton is back from winter break. He's wearing an odd pair of sunglasses.

#f1blrcreatorsfest23 #AT LAST i can make stuff for the fest !!#lewis hamilton #f1edit #they live #i love john carpenter visual universe and i had this idea to replace all the sponsors with the posters from they live for a while #i'm happy i could do this for the fest #when i thought about what pics to get to make it i wanted a street circuit in a city to have that LA feel but it's hard to have pics with #the cars and the city and some sponsor walls that i can edit with my little skills #anyway it had to be lewis after the 2021 season because it's a silly edit but also a critisism of f1 business #yes i am hypocritical i contain multitude etc #it's domenicali in the last pic fuck that guy all my homies hate domenicali #i put the link to the movie in the description as a little treat #well i'm off to BED !

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secondserves · 1 year

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was just clicking on anything on youtube and came across this one from stockholm 2021.. i had no idea.. no one told me..

#2021.. at the latter half of the season too..#hes so real for this #jannik sinner #lewis hamilton #tennis #f1

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wejustvibing · 1 year

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ok ik jeddah was fucking painful and traumatic but his lil wiggle when he gets out the car,, and his face on the podium,, almost make it worth it

THAT! and that. and that. and that. and that. i'm in pain bestie

#underatedwords #stop laughing at me i'm not an artist #i'm so glad i wasn't on present on any social to talk about this season lmao kinda miss not being unhinged #lewis hamilton #mercedes amg f1 #f1 #saudi arabia 2021

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f1-addict · 5 months

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Two years ago today: Max Verstappen crosses the finish line at the Abu Dhabi Grand Prix and wins the 2021 World Championship.

#max verstappen #mv33 #abu dhabi #abu dhabi gp 2021 #2021 season #wdc 2021 #f1 #formula 1 #f1-addict

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leqclerc · 7 months

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flickers among the flat pink roses 795 words Bean AU

Charles stirs awake to the sound of soft, muffled cries. He squeezes his eyes shut, fingers briefly tightening around the pillow as he desperately tries to cling onto the last vestiges of sleep.

The baby—Bean, as he’s taken to calling her—sleeps a lot but not for long stretches, so he figured out pretty early on that he should just sleep whenever she does, as much as he can. Uninterrupted rest feels like a distant memory at this point.

The noise comes again, a sad little mewl, this time accompanied by a pang of guilt. Charles fumbles for his phone in the dark, reflexively squinting against the harsh light of the screen as he brings it up to his face. It’s a little after six, which isn’t bad, all things considered.

He pockets his phone and scrubs a hand over his face before finally pushing himself up off the bed and onto his feet, stumbling over to the bassinet. The baby stirs, giving another unhappy cry. Charles flicks the nightlight on before reaching down to scoop Bean into his arms.

“Hey,” he says. His voice is a little rough from sleep, but soft nonetheless. He rubs soothing circles across Bean’s sleep-warm back. “I’m here. It’s okay.”

Charles pads across the hallway and into the kitchen. Carefully, he shifts Bean from the crook of his arm to his shoulder, freeing up one hand to prepare her bottle. After three weeks of regular feeds, it’s something he does more or less on instinct now. It became decidedly easier when—on his mother’s advice—he started approaching it like he does racing. Impossibly, the basics are pretty much the same: he practices, analyses his performance, and strives to improve.

Bean lets out a whine, as if to inform him that he can always do better.

“I know, I know, you’re hungry,” Charles soothes. “Give me a minute, okay?”

He grabs the bottle as soon as it’s ready, making a beeline for the living room. It’s too cold for him to step out onto the terrace with the baby without having to bundle her up, but the balcony door offers a decent view of the harbour below. Charles makes himself comfortable in one of the armchairs, gently cradling Bean against his chest. She lets out another impatient little noise, but quietens down once he brings the bottle to her mouth.

“There,” he murmurs, tracing the perfect shell of one tiny ear with the tip of his finger. “Is that better?”

Predictably, he gets no response, though judging by the way Bean’s eyes flutter shut, he decides she seems content. Charles lifts his gaze, staring out at the sky.

It’s still dark outside, but the sun is threatening to rise, streaking the night sky with faint hues of pink and yellow. Unsure of what else to do, Charles tentatively slips his phone out of his pocket and swipes up to unlock it, careful not to jostle the baby. He ends up checking the clock app, scrolling down until he finds Singapore, because some habits are just that hard to shake. There’s a six hour difference. Sebastian’s probably having lunch, or maybe sitting in a meeting with his engineers, figuring out the optimal setup for qualifying.

Charles doesn’t particularly miss the sweltering heat, the torturous humidity or the ice baths, but he does find himself longing for the atmosphere, the familiar rush of adrenaline—the challenge of beating his rivals at the toughest race of the season. He remembers the rapture of scoring points in an uncompetitive car and the sting of frustration at being denied a victory.

Most of all, he remembers glancing over at Sebastian on the podium, cheeks flushed with the heat, hair dampened by sweat and champagne, pride and exaltation etched into every line of him. The anger welling up inside him had receded as quickly as it had risen—he could never bring himself to resent Sebastian, not even when he capitalised on his misfortune.

I will get you next time, he’d told him. But it never came; there was no shot at redemption, then or now.

Bean stirs in his arms, as if sensing his thoughts.

“I know,” Charles sighs. “I miss him too.”

He sets his phone down, turning his attention back to his daughter. He smiles, watching as Bean’s little mouth opens in a yawn as soon as he pulls the bottle away. It doesn’t take long for her to drift back to sleep.

Tight, brilliantly lit streets unfurl behind Charles’s eyelids. His pulse jumps as he rounds the final corner and darts across the finish line, the crowds rising to their feet, feverishly chanting his name. There’s warmth across his back, the sweep of a familiar hand—

The sun is already cresting the horizon when he wakes.

#f1 rpf #fic tag #*mine: fic #sebchal #bean au #set during the 2021 season #yes this was written before they announced singapore isn't going ahead and the calendar changed but i liked the visuals so sjdfk

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wearechecking · 11 months

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no I swear if you “liked” rbr seb but you don’t like max, then you actually wouldn’t have liked rbr seb.

#that's the same bitch!!#don't blame max because his teammates are flops that's not his fault #f1 #i swear none of you have actually watched a full season of f1 pre-2021 #and thats not a bad thing but don't pretend you liked rbr seb if you didn't actually witness it

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academyofbrokenhearts · 8 months

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