#GP Imagery

[countingstars-17]

© vladimir rys

#religious imagery #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #f1 #formula 1 #bahrain gp 2024

[aleixespargaro-apologist]

Hi, this is very random but please do not make jokes about Fabio’s religion.

This is slightly biased because I’m also Catholic, but please do not make jokes about his faith to support your opinions about the sport. It’s one thing to not know that he’s religious, but it’s a whole other thing to make jokes about it. It’s very offensive.

Fabio has talked about being Catholic before, as well as having tattoos with the cross, a cathedral, and a nun. This clearly means a lot to him and they are not just for aesthetic purposes.

#tw religion #tw religious imagery #tw religious mention #tw catholicism #motogp #moto gp #fabio quartararo #fq20 #yamaha #text #txt

[lil-shiro]

Now I will indeed put these two images beside each other...

#c'mon everyone think of the IMAGERY #the paw comparison!!! #the dark vs light editing.... #chinese gp 2024 #strollonso

[lukamodric]

CHARLES LECLERC scores his 22nd pole position with scuderia ferrari, now equalling FERNANDO ALONSO’s poles tally, mexico 2023.

📸 imago

#charles leclerc #* #mexico gp 2023 #RELIGIOUS IMAGERY #also this is edited in the worst way but we absolutely do not care

[minkyungseokie]

I just looked at the F1 post about Logan’s crash and I’m so fucking pissed. People are literally blaming Logan for KMag crashing into him. I know that most of these people are xenophobic Europeans who hate Logan, but you can literally see the it was Kmag’s fault! How can you just say that Logan should have been more aware?! That’s utter fucking bs. Logan may not be the best driver on the grid, but he got where he is because he’s good at what he does.

He was having such a good weekend and KMag ruined that shit. All the Europeans can think of saying is that it’s loans fault when he isn’t at fault

People are literally think Kevin for crashing Logan out of the race. Someone literally said they were happy it happened because he’s American. I don’t wish bad things on people, but I wish every single xenophobic cretinous idiot in that comment section gets the karma they deserve for the things they’re saying about Logan.

to be quite honest, I’m seeing why some women are choosing to hate men. I am not a mess and I will never be, but these European men in the comments who think they know formula better than the sport itself make me wanna hate men I’m not gonna lie. But I’m not going to, I’m not even gonna be xenophobic and say I should start hating Europeans the way that they hate on Americans for no reason. God will give them what they deserve.

Sorry for bringing religion into this aren’t religious or comfortable with

I put a cw in the tags if you have it blocked

#miami gp 2024 #logan sargeant #kevin magnussen #f1 #haas f1 team #williams racing #formula one #cw religion #cw religious imagery

[introspectivememories]

if you're writing a charles fic, it must have some aspect of boyking. he must lean a little on the childgod side. he has to be revered a little bit, adored even. if people aren't talking about him like they wouldn't wash his feet and adorn it with perfume like mary magdalene washed and adorned jesus' feet, you're doing it wrong.

#LOOK AT HIM #nearly every image of charles has some aspect of religious imagery to it #that one image of the spanish gp 2021 where he has his hands in front of him and he's looking up at the sky.... madonna in prayer #fuckin look at the entire country of italy. do i even have to say anything? #look at the way ferrari loves him. the way they hold him. press kisses onto his helmet. comfort him. reassure him. #look at vanzini naming him 'il predestinato' all the way back in 2012!! maranello's sun/son!!!! #everyone's always like 'oh stockholm syndrome! stockholm syndrome!' babe he's never leaving them. #he's choosing this!!! he loves this!!!! he's in this scuderia ferrari shit for life like the rest of us!!!! #but he returns it all!!! #look at him saying 'if ferrari is a cage then i would like to be kept in that cage my whole life'!!! #'why stay with ferrari?' / "i have always been a tifosi. i have always loved her. that is reason enough.' #even the most recent contract renewal where he said and i quote: #now my own dream remains. a dream that writes itself in red. tifosi the dream continues. #and like red?? like blood? like the blood that dripped down jesus' temples when they place the crown of thorns on his head? #red like the suit? like the car? like the boyking they have made you out to be? the childgod you have become? #when he won in monza i think it was too late for us. i think it rewrote something in us. i think he ascended that day. #the closest the narrative has come to consuming him. when he wins again in monza (and he will win in monza again) it will change us again #i have to stop before it gets me too. who said all that? i need to go lay down. #charles leclerc #cl16 #scuderia ferrari #f1 #introspective.txt #and obviously you can write you fics however the hell you want. this is just how i like mine.

[petit-papillion]

Charles getting ready for the race | Chinese Grand Prix | 21 April 2024

📸 Scuderia Ferrari

#just religious imagery #charles leclerc #chinese gp 2024 #❤️

[box-box-blorbos]

Ted writing a sonnet about Yuki passing him in the pit lane… his shoulders hunched his head bowed

#yes Ted I am thinking about Yuki too #give us that imagery tho #yuki tsunoda #monza gp 2023 #italian gp 2023

[livetogether--diealone]

Charles Leclerc - via scuderiaferrari instagram stories 05.05.2023

#charles religious imagery part 49373 #charles leclerc #ferrari #f1 #miami gp 2023 #jo.edit

[zombaeguts]

i will drag him out of the ferrari office myself if they pull out a contract.

i saw that someone said that he was born to serve ferrari, and born to suffer for ferrari, and thus: charles lechurch.

#darling boy they hate you #charles leclerc #f1blr #f1 art #charles lechair #formula one #f1 #japanese gp 2023 #looks like they're going to sacrifice leclerc #thanks george #cl16 #religious imagery #my art #artblr #original art #religious art #art #digital illustration #Spotify

[soft-serve-soymilk]

when your right shoulder gets infected 😔

#My body trying to one-up V who got their papercut infected a while back #I remember scientifically explaining how it happened but now it’s like damn. my phagocytes aren’t doing their job either #I can SEE them not doing their job correctly #I’m not going to describe it for the sake of people’s stomachs and also not everyone can handle medical imagery like I can #but wow #I don’t think I’ve ever had an infection this bad in my whole life #Anyways too bad I’m forbidden from the gp I’m just going to keep trying to not touch it #Which is SO HARD considering I have the touch-unusual-surfaces-on-skin-to-make-them-go-away disorder (autism) #Summer sucks for a teenage body really #First I have pores that keep getting blocked from excessive hormones #and now we have sweat making it worse #Results have not been great this year for a start #Anyways at least crocheting just uses movement from the elbow down #So I don’t have to deal with any pain #In conclusion the no 1 thing I’m looking forward to when I leave this house is access to HEALTHCARE

[lil-shiro]

Lance Stroll

-> Bahrain GP 2019

#potent tummy imagery #beautiful eyes...full lips.. #tried to look for this pic on here but couldn't find it so I'm posting it #lance stroll #bahrain gp 2019

[9w1ft]

@bwhammy don’t really know if i should say 🙈 but the moment i listened to it this way it completely clicked and it became an incredibly heartwarming song. no way this is a breakup song to me.

#i’ve hinted at it in posts already tho oop #i’m actually so surprised the gp hasn’t pointed it out because i can think of an explainaway for it #the more that i think about it tho UGH it’s just so good i’m #it’s just a whole lot of obvious imagery that builds a bigger picture

[charlescherie]

charles on the podium at monza via meduzamusic

#thank loki for sending this in the gc #this is BEAUTIFUL #so so so beautiful #religious imagery #charles #charles leclerc #monza #monza gp 2022 #monza22

[its-sir-actually]

Classic rancid racist Alonso fans...

#this is fucking disgusting #especially the george floyd one #like how the fuck are you using such a fucking traumatising event as a fucking meme the sick bastard #genuinely wish the worst on people like this #anti alonso #fernando alonso #<- his fans deserve to see what kind of shit their fellow alonso fans are spreading #tw racism #tw slur #tw violence #tw violent imagery #tw police brutality #tw death #f1 #belgian gp 2022

[peachesofteal]

soap x cypher masterlist Soap/female reader You missed a check in / 18+ / Your Sergeant commits a war crime for you, hurt/comfort

"It's alright, Cy. It's jus' me. Ghost is standin' watch at the door."

He smoothes the bar of soap over your shoulder, easy and slow, telegraphing his movements the same way he'd try to calm a spooked horse, pressing into their flank with gentle, reassuring pressure. I'm here, his fingers tell you. I'm right here.

"What do ye mean, they missed a check in?"

Laswell, to her credit, is very calm. Always collected in the face of danger, turmoil, and she gestures to the screen, where a blueprint has been replaced with a map.

"They were due in at this checkpoint at 1300."

"Any contact?" Price tilts his head, studying the satellite imagery.

"No. The security detail's gps is showing stationary, but the other vehicle has started to move off course, north." Johnny feels sick. The other vehicle, the one Laswell is talking about, is the one you are in. The one carrying the two analysts and some cut rate american sergeant.

His chair clatters to the floor with bang, fists clenched so tight they shake.

"We'll get 'er, Johnny." Ghost promises, and Price nods, waving them out the door.

"Let's load up."

"I- I don't want to." He doesn't need a clarifying question to understand what you're talking about. He understands you. That's all he'll ever need.

"You dinnae have to. Keep 'em closed for me then, aye? I'll take care of everything." You're still wearing your pants, and your boots, even though the shower is washing water down your body, soaking them until they stick to your skin.

You whine. There are no words spoken, but you fingers twist in the pockets, the belt loops, and he knows.

"Alright, alright. Let's get these off then. I'm going to undo your button and zipper." He murmurs softly, stripping them down your ankles, goosebumps sprouting from your skin as the water splashes against you, raining down onto his hair. His clothes are soaked, stuck to his skin like tar, each flick of his wrist or pull of his arm heavier than usual. He kneels, one knee between your feet, and begins unlacing your boots. "Gonna take yer boots off, now. Then we'll get ye out of everything." You nod. "We'll get ye washed up in no time, get ye into some comfy clothes." He glances upwards, ensuring you heard him, and then taps your calf one by one, urging you to lift a foot at a time as you hold onto his shoulder for support. "There ye go, good girl." He praises once you're nude, rising back to his full height, bar of soap still in hand.

"Johnny." Your press into him, face in his neck, fisting the front of his jacket, trying to burrow yourself beneath his skin. It’s all wrong, how you drift so aimlessly into the ether of somewhere else, lost in the present, in the incendiary magma of a memory he wishes didn’t exist.

"Shhh, wee sweet. I've got ye. I'm here."

"Ye get yer filthy fuckin' hands off her RIGHT NOW." Johnny screams, gives the command at the top of his lungs, Kyle shooting him a nervous look over his scope.

"There's no need to get upset-"

"Shut up." Ghost grunts. "Let the analyst go, an' maybe we'll keep you alive as a prisoner." The woman shakes her head, and then shoves you forward, closer, but no father away from the barrel of her gun that rests right at your temple.

"She's my only leverage now." The body of your co-worker is crumpled on the concrete, blood spilled around him like a halo. Johnny's vision dims red.

"Ye dinnae ken who ye've got in your hands." He warns, a click echoing across the room.

Someone is trying to argue with Simon, just outside the door. Johnny can hear it, the frustrated tenor of someone who's about to make a terrible mistake, the irritated grumble that gets silenced immediately by Lt's bark, more than enough persuasion for them to move on to the next floor's showers.

"Cy?" He murmurs, but you don't respond, face still tucked in his clavicle. You've stayed there, curled up against him, letting him clean you, dirt and blood all washing down the drain as you kept your eyes closed and he re-inspected you for wounds. "I'm goin' take ye back to my room." He holds your upper arms, moving you in step with him, directing you out of the shower and onto the mat, where he reaches for the first of many towels, ghosting the texture across your shoulder, then your cheek, before using it as intended, wrapping it around your body and reaching for the next. It's all he can do now; take care of you, get you clean, get you comfortable, hold you while you sleep and stare at the ceiling, recounting every second of today, fixating on the pieces that could have gone wrong, that could have ended your life and lost you to him, forever.

"Cold." Your whisper redirects his attention. Reminds him of his focus.

"I know, is a wee bit, isnae it?" He brought a sweatshirt, one of his, and once he's got you mostly dry, he taps. "Arms up, wee sweet." When your head pokes through the hole, he smiles, even though your eyes are still closed. "There she is, mo ghraidh." Your pointer finger strokes over the middle of your forehead, circling as if you're outlining a target, and then traces up his neck, over his jaw and across his cheek, patting his lips. They curve beneath your touch, eager to do your bidding, pleased by your silent request. "Of course I'll give ye a kiss, Cy, give ye whatever ye want, always."

"Time's up. What's it gonna be?" Price demands, and the gun digs into the side of your head, forcing you downward at an odd angle, panic plainly displayed across your face.

"Johnny." Your voice sings like an off key chorus, an echo of voices too twisted, too shrill.

"It's alright Cy, nothin' is goin' happen to ye." The woman with the gun laughs. It's decadent, believable, like she truly thinks she's going to get away, or take you with her. "I'm goin' to kill ye." He promises. "Whether it's now, or later. It'l be me, wringing out yer last breath."

Her hand moves to your throat and squeezes.

It's enough. More than enough.

"Guess it'l be now, then." And with no announcement, no more second chances, no more second guessing- his finger pulls the trigger.

“You killed her.” Your whisper trembles in the dark. His muscle involuntarily tenses, and relaxes just as quickly, sinking into the mattress, pulling you tighter into his arms.

“An’ I’d do it again. I’d do it a thousand times over to save ye.”

#soap x cypher #soap x reader #peaches writes