#but the podium? chefs kisses

[collecting--stardust]

My roman empire

#its moto2 assen 2022 btw #and that race literally haunts me fr #because he literally was half a second behind dixon on the second sector(?) of the last lap #yet he bridged the gap so quickly until he's only 0.033 second behind dixon in the end #COULD HAVE GOTTEN ANOTHER CELE AND AI PODIUM TOO FFS #and the fact he set the fastest lap on the LAST LAP with shitty tires is crazy too because wtf #for reference it is the fastest lap of the race with 1.36.729 on the 24th lap aka the last lap #the second fastest lap of the race is set by cameron beaubier which is 1.37.019 in the seventh lap #crazy #ai even slap jake's ass on live tv and if we ever get that kind of interaction between ai and cele i will simply combust and pass away #for 2024 i want a cele x chantra x ai podium or cele x alonso x fermin podium or ai x cele x tony podium #i need a repeat of argentina 2022 moto2 podium so bad it was fucking insane #hate the fact cele get so much hate for that controversial contact even when he did said he went to meet fermin personally to apologize #but the podium? chefs kisses #yeah im sorry idk what to do now that theres no vroom vroom content to look forward to in life #personal.txt

[loenas]

Okay but this podium slays🤩

#olga on the podium!! on top of the podium!!! #plus eliska and natasha there too😘😘 chefs kiss actually #also side note Olgas dress is stunning #and eliskas hair !! #olga mikutina #eliska brezinova #natasha mckay #figure skating

[loving-ricciardo]

I actually think that next time Lewis wins they should play Eat Your Salad by Citi Zēni when he is on the podium-

#like was it Mexico when he was yeeted on the podium with the car? that but with Eat your salad in the background would be chef’s kiss

[dear-ao3]

who are the 20 f1 meow meows?

max verstappen (fast but an asshole on the track. lives in fear of his cats. winning everything.)

checo perez (might lose his spot. had two separate did not finishes in the same race. kissed another car at the hairpin)

sir lewis hamilton (fashion icon, classiest mother fucker you’ll ever see, knighted, just wants a comeback and to win his 8th world championship)

george russell (walking meme, looks like he belongs in the window of a tommy bahama, says crikey and blimey unironically, the most british person ever)

charles leclerc (the poorest little meow meow, is a millionaire but has a cracked back of his phone, either is fighting for the podium or crashes on the first lap, please dear god let this man win something he has the worst luck i’ve ever seen)

carlos sainz (smooth operator, dunks on everyone’s golf game especially landos, aparently doesn’t eat his pancakes with toppings, drives a volkswagen golf at least sometimes)

lando norris (usually getting told by carlos he sucks at golf, chronically online, has a blanket with george russell’s face on it, gets in trouble for being too sarcastic, please give him a win it’s been 5 years)

oscar piastri (has never once looked like he’s having a good time but almost did once while building a house of cards, hates horoscopes, almost got sued by alpine when he said he wasn’t signing with them after alpine announced he was signing with them, has an iconic mom)

fernando alonso (old man, retired and then came back for some reason, tad villain and he knows it, don’t mention taylor swift around him)

lance stroll (still waiting for his tennis career tbh, his dad bought aston martin to guarantee him a seat, rage monster)

esteban ocon (french, monster of a teammate aparently, once got beat up in the garage by max verstappen, besties with stroll and mick schumacher)

pierre gasley (also french, terrible awful haircut, did i mention he’s french, had his brain chemistry permanently altered by being teammates with yuki, photo dump king)

nico hulkenberg (looks like that one penguin with the weird hair from penguins of madagascar, dad, has raced in over 200 races and never been on the podium)

kevin magnussen (was kicked off haas because they wanted younger drivers only to reappear the next year after they fired one of the drivers for probably funding the russian ukrainian war, once fok smashed a door, has the cutest child)

valtteri bottas (unproblematic king, cyclist, makes his own alcohol, is ass out on netflix and has his own naked calendar called bott ass, mullet mustache man)

zhou guanyu (baby fashion icon, trying his best in a medium shit car, first chinese driver ever in f1)

daniel ricciardo (class clown, made the worst career mistake of leaving red bull and is now trying to get back in, from australia but is a texas cowboy, usually fucking shit up, just wants to tickle his scrotum and touch his nutsack)

yuki tsunoda (wants to chef, was forcibly moved to italy by his team cause he didn’t want to work out with his trainer, short king, usually gets sacrificed to the luck gods, cursed radios)

alex albon (so insanely barbie coded, filmed a cereve commercial in his hotel room with his girlfriend, definitely dyes his own hair with box dye, incredible oldest sibling energy, single-handedly carrying williams)

logan sargeant (what the fuck is a kilometer!!!! only american in f1, usually found in dead last or kissing walls, one of his essential items is heinz burger sauce, says mate with an american accent)

#f1 #not a tag #from saph #i need 1-3 business weeks to recover from vegas

[lewisinho]

✨lewis hamilton’s most underrated mercedes drives ✨🏎️

as promised, part 2 with some mercedes drives (by all means not an exhaustive list, but at the very least i hope, a worthy one); lewis’ mclazza drives collection for those interested: here

fav lil’ guy finally free from the clutches of ron dennis and mclaren, handed some rocketships, reunited with blond guy named nico and entering his domination era; live laugh love achieving zen era comes much later; this is lewis hamilton who is ready to fight god and anyone who stands in his way; there’s a ruthlessness to him and his driving, which he will use and he will use it well, he’s talented and good, you watch lewis in a car that can perform and it’s just such a pleasure to witness what he is capable of doing; he is a racer, first and foremost, and he is obsessed with winning, i mean obsessed, the way he celebrates every single win like it’s his very first; he loves and bleeds this sport, even if it can be incredibly cruel to him (and still is, to this day). and btw still the king of the fucking circus, don’t you forget it. chasing your own destiny and creating a myth out of your legacy, you know when david bowie said i always had a repulsive need to be something more than human… yeah lewis who’s afraid of not doing enough, of not being enough, he cannot remain human, he must be something more, he needs to be the best and he wants it more, and you know for a man who has ‘divine love’ tattooed on his hand, what does a narrative mean? for someone who believes that what he does is an art form and who describes racing as a spiritual experience, one must presume there is some form of divinity he believes he can obtain,,,anyway 🙃, allons-y: 

hungary 2014 🇭🇺 aka the usual hamilton hungarian cook sesh’ (he’s a bit insane around this track ngl)

arguably his most underrated non-win drive; pitlane start to p3 and features radio gold such as ✨i’m not slowing down for nico ✨💅 iconique if you ask me; the racing gods decided to plague him with brake issues and a hot seat burning his ass on top of his car already catching on fire during quali (give this guy a break lmao); everything was against him, and he still got a podium. also his overtakes during this race...and specifically THAT overtake on jev *chefs kiss*. i also endorse his criminal behaviour and his last-lap shenanigans with nico as well. 10/10 no notes.

silverstone 2015 🇬🇧 aka cloud watching pays off

lewis at silverstone. yeah. but add a bit of spice in the form of english weather™️. instincts of a man from stevenage and one prescient decision to pit for inters at just the right time before the heavens opened and you get a win by 11 seconds ahead of the next guy and a whole field of cars scrambling in the wet. luck or genius? they asked. 'i can see the clouds over stowe'. he saw the clouds and nico approaching, pulled the trigger on lap 43 and won the race, so you tell me. also features some celebratory donuts (he was so happy after the race, silverstone means a lot to him and you can really tell) and bono soaking wet on the podium 😁

brazil 2016 🇧🇷 aka the interlagos saga continues

whatever max verstappen was doing to nico rosberg in this race is one thing (objectively hilarious), but lewis hamilton, you see he won that race; babes after the race said he was watching the screens around the track while driving in the brazilian downpour, unbothered, incredibly moisturised, happy, very much in his lane, focused and flourishing; and as mentioned in lewis’ underrated mclaren drives post, lewis at interlagos is special, the lore, the myth of it all runs deep, and this is the first time he’s won! in the pouring rain, while trailing in a championship he will eventually lose, he’s finally achieved a dream he’s had: winning in brazil; the red flag period also features baby sharl nervously glancing at lewis in the haas garage (who’d have thought they’d trauma bond over a dsq in austin 7 years later…)

abu dhabi 2016 🇦🇪aka anarchy

yes, i included this race because i stand with my cancelled wife; they were calling for his ass to be fired after the race, paddy lowe was screaming in his ear to speed the hell up, blasphemy, heresy, how dare he disobey his team, how dare he want to win the championship! anyway, like yeah ofc it wasn’t entirely respectful, but it’s racing at the end of the day; a driver will prioritise himself, and lil’ war criminal lewis, i adore you very much (he had horner defending him lmfao while torger was sending him to red bull); the shitstorm in the media afterwards, goodness gracious tho; no wonder lewis and toto needed a sit-down in toto’s kitchen lol; but it’s such a beautifully well-managed race; of course he could go faster, of course he knew exactly what he was doing slowing down and speeding up in just the right places…all in one desperate but masterful attempt at winning the championship; in the end, it wasn’t in his hands, but it is still a great race to watch purely for the mind fuckery and mercedes being absolutely pissed. also, it’s very much an end of an era.

monza 2018 🇮🇹 aka one man and his machine against a nation of ~60 million people

maybe 'underrated' is the wrong word to use for this one in all honesty, people give his ‘18 post-summer break run its due honours, because this is lewis destroying the hopes and dreams of the tifosi, sebastian vettel and the ferrari establishment with maurizio arrivabene at the helm race by race, lap by lap; it’s lewis at arguably, his strongest yet, he danced in that w09, those magnificent quali laps, those races that he dominated from start to finish...but monza, oh monza, maybe there’s something so poetic about that race and starting the run of domination in ferrari land; it’s got lewis vs kimi!!! nostalgia merchants will absolutely adore this one because it’s just like those ‘07 races, also brilliant strategy from merc and lewis and his incredible, jaw-dropping race pace driving like a man possessed 

hungary 2019 🇭🇺 aka the infamous one that inspired spain '21

when lewis arrives at the hungaroring, you know the man is about to cook something worthy of a michelin star. add a two-stop strategy masterclass from one james vowles and you get an absolute classic of a race and if you know what happened just a week earlier (the trials and tribulations of hockenheim), it also feels like redemption; two cars fighting for the win, lewis banging in quali lap after quali lap as he hunts down max; clinical, faultless, and brilliant and it’s such a satisfying race to rewatch (bonus: there’s also jv on the podium and lewis looking incredibly proud)

spain 2020 🇪🇸 aka the pure brilliance of lewis and the w11

jallison’s monster, w11. when she first appeared in fp1 on a friday morning in southeastern austria, best believe the first notes of the imperial march already sounded prophetically around the styrian alps. an icon, a legend, she was the moment and we miss her dearly. pair her with one lewis hamilton, a man on a mission both on track and off it, and you will produce sexiness. purple helmet + black w11 legendary combo, the sheer cunt serving, the audacity, THE presence; i could mention any race from 2020 (notably, tuscany and portugal bc they fly under the radar as well in terms of lewis' performances) but i will add spain to this list, mostly because of what lewis said post-race about what he experienced during the race and why it epitomises the brillance of him as a driver: "i was just in a daze out there", "i was in a different zone then, didn't know it was the last lap" ; you don't reach perfection, but you chase it (as he also mentioned in the press-co), but there's something quite sublime in seeing him deliver such a performance, when he himself is left well, stunned; this is the race that could be lewis hamilton's 90 minute masterclass on tyre management.

hope you enjoyed these vroom vroom recs; might still yet do a merc 2.5 post cause there are a few other drives that also deserve a mention 💜🏎️

#lewis hamilton #mercedes lewis has like three different eras #and trying to pick just a few underrated races was a struggle #decided to be a bit creative with it #lewis merc rewatch

[melly-watches-racing]

Drive to Survive Episode 3 Thoughts…

He’s like 15- look who’s talking

A lot of hype around how young Lando and Oscar are

Will Don’t point out the obvious challenge… he always fails

Lando taking the senior in the team thing and sounding like a fucking grandpa

I actually forgot how shit the start of the season was for McLaren

Claire Williams comes on I smile…

Lando saying he was gonna steal Redbulls front wing- I dare you

Backwards hat, clean shaven Lando my beloved!

Christian looking at Lando likes he’s prey

It’s a stadium Pierre of course it’s huge

Will Buxton still annoys me

Max smiling at and filming Lando with 😍😍

“Some of our competitors” *cough cough Redbull*

Lando didn’t seem too pleased about that meeting

Golf Buddies…

“It’s quicker than our car this”- while referring to a golf cart

George and Lando travelling together

I need a weekly episode of George and Lando private jet talks please and thank you

BABY LANDO

Lando looking out the window like he’s in a music video

Zak is shaking in his boots during that meeting in the boardroom

Silverstone McLaren I love 🧡

“LANDO NORRIS LEADS THE BRITISH GP”

Lando British GP podium was *chefs kiss*

Shout out to Oscars P4 too… he was severely neglected this episode

Say what you want about how awful Zak was to Daniel last year (cause I agree) but he loves and supports Lando unconditionally and that is also important

The dedication to Gil DeFerran at the end was sweet

#gil de ferran #lando norris #oscar piastri #mclaren formula 1 #f1 #formula one #formula 1 #melly watches racing #drive to survive #dts6 #dt spoilers

[kakumeinoyuuki]

That's been my favourite race of the season so far. The different strategies and overtakes in more places than just the DRS straight made this so much more interesting to watch

Charles Leclerc deserves DOTD, that one stop should never have worked yet he made positions and would have lost them on a conventional two-stop. I was hoping he'd get the podium as I felt he deserved it but Ferrari didn't let them race properly.

Shout out to Yuki Tsunoda though, a yoint at his home race and putting himself in a very good place for a seat next season after the shenanigans after Bahrain. (And that RB pitstop when there was five of them in the pits, chef's kiss.)

#Formula 1 #F1 #Japanese Grand Prix #Japanese GP 2024 #Charles Leclerc #Yuki Tsunoda #CL16 #YT22

[safetycar-restart]

hiii, you know what absolutely deserves more screentime? what the world definitely needs more of? teammate d/s au with max! i read it and now i can't stop thinking about it, it will live in my head rent free. also! marshall reader with omega!max, the thought of needy omega!max is just *chef's kiss*

YES! YES TO BOTH OF THESE! Honestly we need more max in general. I'm gonna write a bit about each of these to get the conversation going again because you're so right this deserves much more attention.

TEAMMATE D/S AU:

In this au, you're max's teammate who is a dom. Redbull have a team dom for max, but max hates that dom so much. Maybe it's someone he's had for years, who his father chose and who punishes max for anything less than perfection?

My immediate thought with this was what would happen after singapore? After losing his winning streak and not even making it onto the podium, he know he's going to be punished terribly. He's already beating himself up for his performance and the thought of his dom punishing him just... he can't.

So he does something he's never done before, and he asks you to join the scene. Max feels safe with you, maybe you've even given him aftercare before. He won't tell you much about his dom treats him, but you can tell it's not good and you try so hard to help out where you can and make sure he knows he can come to you.

When he asks, you know you have to agree. You can see how scared max is, how he doesn't want to even make eye contact with his dom.

So you stay in the scene, and maybe you end up safe wording because you can't stand to see max punished.

MARSHAL!READER:

Okay this was something we spoke about very briefly but basically: max goes into heat mid race and crashes. You're the first marshal on the scene and the moment max takes of his helmet and sees you, he just zeros in and won't let you go.

Of course he smells amazing to you, but to max you're just... he's never had this reaction to an alpha before, not even when he was in heat before. He throws himself into your arms and refuses to let go, whining and hissing when the medical car arrives to take him away.

In the end you have to go with to the medical tent and max has to be given a sedative before he'll let you go. You sneak off then, and they won't let you go back to your marshalling post so maybe they just send you home? You smell like an omega in heat, covered in max's scent and obviously you can't marshal like that.

You expect that to be the end of it. Sure, he smelled amazing and you can't get him out of your head, but you convince yourself that was because he was in heat and not from some other reason.

Until the sedative wears off and max is still asking for the marshal from the track. They send max multiple different alphas to help him and he turns all of them away, crying out and begging for the alpha who helped him before.

Except... no one even knew your name. There are hundreds of marshals, and max is begging for only one.

#d/s au #teammate d/s au #sub!max #mv #omega!drivers #omega!max #gn!reader

[vroomvroomsposts]

I can sleep good tonight.

Oscar, you beauty!!! My rookie of the year!! 🧡🏆

Max you never disappoint my super fast meow meow! 🫶🫶🫶

Got my Max/Oscar podium (not the right one yet, but I can live with it for now) 🧡💙

Charles and Carlos with that overtakes *chef’s kiss* and managed to finish in points. (Not really a win but I’ll take it)

(Ferrari you never fail to disappoint. 5.5seconds pit stop 😒)

Pierre getting P3 in Spa and dedicating it to Anthoine 🫶🥺❤️‍🩹

And now onto tomorrow’s race. The more important one, with Charlie boy on pole. ❤️

#every race weekend is a gamble of how much will ferrari disappoint #the answer is they always do #charles and carlos deserve better #max and oscar my cuties!! #f1 #max verstappen #charles leclerc #carlos sainz jr #oscar piastri #pierre gasly #belgian gp 2023

[internetgremlin-writes]

Hellooo

First of all, congratulations for your 1300! You truly deserve it.

Could I request prompt 23 with Sebastian Vettel please, with reader saying it please?

Thank you very much!

I wish you a very good day 💞

23 - "It's hard to get used to..." "What is?" "Being someone that cares for.."

meant to say something/post a prompt yesterday but i was having a mental breakdown about what's in booster vaccines but

holy fucking shit last night I hit 1.5K!! Screaming, crying, throwing up. i literally sat looking at my stats for a while just shook. i fucking love all of you <3

Seb is just *chefs kiss*

If there was one thing you'd learnt about Sebastian Vettel, it was that he was stubborn.

He was the most stubborn person you'd ever met, by a long way. So you couldn't say you were entirely surprised when you walked into the garage looking to see him holed up in the back corner, beanie on and heavy coat pulled up around his ears. His eyes were closed, and he was breathing slowly through his mouth.

Was he sleeping in your garage?

Okay, it was his garage technically, but you worked there. And right then you needed to be working there, and a sleeping driver was not conducive to working.

You tried to move silently around him, working as much on the computer as possible, taking as much care as possible to avoid any unnecessary noise. You were actually doing quite well, and pretty pleased that you'd managed just over an hour of silent work whilst your driver snoozed in his corner until another member of the team sauntered by.

"Hey, Y/N? Have you seen my-" you were waving your hands frantically, trying to get Ed, one of the mechanics, to shut up but it was too late. A soft groan from behind you let you know Seb had woken up. Ed's eyes widened as he noticed the pile of coats behind you stir, and typical Ed-style, he scurried off.

"Y/N?" Seb's voice was thick, accent heavy with sleep. You sent him a nervous smile.

"Hey,"

"Oh no," he groaned, his head dropping into his hands for a second before looking at you. It made your stomach drop, and not in a good way because Seb was pale, he looked exhausted despite his recent nap and seemed to be trying to tuck himself even deeper into his little nest of layers. "How long was I asleep for?"

"An hour, probably a little longer," he groaned. Something felt off, Seb went back to quietly flicking through his pre-race notes as the garage started to slowly fill up. Usually, you and he were on quite good terms, and he'd chat to you and badger you the whole time you worked, not to mention he was the life of the team. So seeing him like this, so quiet and withdrawn was definitely an alarm bell.

When you noticed him standing in the corner, pressing his thumbs hard into the small space on either side of his nose for the third time you pulled him to the side.

"Are you okay?" he really did look pale, and you knew Seb. This wasn't pre-race nerves; he'd qualified in a strong position and was pipped for a podium finish. His blue eyes shifted guiltily across your face and he sniffed. You noticed then that his brow was damp, and the skin around his nostrils red and irritated.

"I'm fine," you scowled at him.

"Seb-"

"I'm fine! I have to go for the anthem now," his voice was nasal, his accent still thick and you knew then it was no longer from sleep. He was definitely not okay. You tried to flag down anyone of authority over you to tell them Seb wasn't well, but with the race being so close you were vastly ignored.

When he came back onto the grid to collect his car and get started for the formation lap, he looked worse. He was sweating profusely from standing in the sun, his cooling vest clearly not doing its job. He pointedly ignored you as he zipped up his race suit, pulled on his helmet and avoided everyone on the grid walk as best he could.

You spent the whole race incredibly stressed out, and not even the joviality in the garage from Seb's impressive gain of places or the jokes of the pit crew could settle you. You sat tense in your seat, headphones on and unable to move until he crossed that chequered flag safely in P4. You could barely even bring yourself to feel guilty about being glad he hadn't gotten a podium, that he could come straight back to the garage.

You made sure you were there when he pulled in and clambered out of the car. It was painful to watch, unable to touch him until he'd been up to the FIA building to be weighed. He looked broken, stumbling out of the car and having to grab onto the halo to steady himself the second his feet touched the floor. He was drenched in sweat, dripping in fact. Seb kept his helmet on and didn't say a word to anyone as he walked off.

He didn't take his helmet off until he'd made it back into the garage. You were hanging out back there, tidying up the line of mechanic's helmets and headphones and at first, you didn't notice him come to a stop beside you. He was stooped over as he pulled his helmet and baklava off, but when he stood up and turned to face you, you were horrified.

His skin was positively ashen, his whole face shining and slick with sweat. He was staring at you, blue eyes complete unfocused on your figure.

"Y/N," he mumbled and swayed dangerously.

"Seb? You feeling okay?" You'd barely gotten the question out when he swayed again, this time stumbling forwards and you only just managed to catch him. "Jesus, Seb, watch out," but he was clinging onto you and shaking his head. The next thing you knew he sank down onto the bench in front of you, eyes still bleary and unfocused.

It took you and another engineer to hoist him onto his feet and help get him to his driver's room. As you were one of the few members of the team with any scrap of first aid training, a silent yet furious battle was lost and you found yourself tasked with looking after the semi-conscious, babbling driver. Not that you really minded, you always loved any excuse to be around him.

Sebastian came around pretty shortly after you'd placed a damp, cold flannel across his forehead. You knew he'd woken up because he was grumbling, and you heard a wet slap as he flung the flannel on the floor. You picked it up and took it out to rinse out for new, cold water. You knew Seb must have been quite sick, because he hadn't tried to get up, and was just watching you with bleary eyes as you returned to his side.

"No, it's cold," he was making a weak attempt to swat the flannel away from his face. You placed a hand against his forehead.

"Shit, Seb, you're burning up. Come on, you have to let me help," he whined, actually whined, and if you weren't so worried about him you would have stopped because it really was one of the most beautiful things you'd ever heard.

"No,"

"Sebastian," he managed a scowl at you, but relented and you pressed the flannel back against his forehead. He was shivering, his race suit soaked through with rapidly cooling sweat.

"Christ, you're in a right mess," you mumbled, fetching a blanket to place over him until he was able to change himself.

"Wanted the points," that made you soften, and you returned to where you'd been crouched by his head.

"Seb, no race is worth your health," you were fighting a losing battle with your instinct to touch him. You placated yourself by lifting the flannel and pressing it against the rest of his face, before cradling his cheek to lift his head and place the flannel under his burning neck. He caught your hand as you went to move away. You let him hold it.

"It was worth it," you had no idea how he was managing it, but there was no doubt there was a half-smirk forming on his lips.

"You don't have to make it so hard," you muttered, your eyes focusing on the floor, "It's hard enough to get used to,"

"What is?" He'd lost some of the stuffy tone from earlier, and it sounded like his sinuses had cleared a little. You could feel your own face burning, not quite sure how he'd managed to drag a confession out of you when he couldn't even stand.

"Being someone that cares for you. When you don't even care for yourself. Every time I watch you get in that car I worry it'll be your last," the words rushed from you, too late to be taken back and something about Seb's state made it so much easier to be honest with him.

"You care for me?" His eyes were sliding in and out of focus on your face again, but the toothy smile he managed to crack was sticking firm. He was still holding your hand, his palm burning hot but surprisingly soothing as he rubbed gentle circles with his thumb. It was that motion that was enough to keep you talking. You stared at your hands as you spoke, unable to meet his eye.

"Of course I do,"

"Hey, look at me," and you did. There was a soft smile that shone all the way up to his eyes. Even in his pallid state, he looked a little brighter. "Remind me to ask you on a date when I'm better," you couldn't help the relieved laugh that bubbled from you.

"I promise," his hand squeezed yours weakly.

"Good, now can I have that flannel again please?"

#1.3k prompt night #f1 #formula one #sebastian vettel x reader #sebastian vettel imagine #seb vettel #sebastian vettel

[dovakiin273]

So, I'm back to review the race:

If you told me after Bahrain that McLaren would be finishing a clear 2-3 on pure pace I would’ve laughed at your face.

Perez was the Driver of the Day for me, I don't care. My man was having more airtime than Max leading the race.

Red Bull winning the WCC with a Perez Double DNF is chef's kiss!

The Max Verstappen podcast experience™️ is back!

Max only won by 19 seconds instead of 30. Washed!

Finally Piastri has a podium. Well deserved.

This is it! I'm gonna crawl back to my bed now! See you guys next race!

#formula one #formula 1 #f1 #japanese gp 2023 #mclaren #sergio perez #max verstappen #red bull racing #oscar piastri

[drawingwithlulu]

question 1 for the aot fandom ask game? :D

Hi!

Tough question. One of my favorite things about aot is the abundance of awesome characters. But here goes my my top 3:

3. Levi

Many reasons to love this one, but the main one being that he's the embodiment of one of my favorite character traits: acts like they don't care while deeply caring.

I also love that despite being a badass, scary dude children seem to gravitate towards him. It warms my heart.

His story is great too. He's been doing nothing but lose people since he was born, and you can see it taking a toll on him, but he can't guve up because the burden of making those deaths meaningful has fallen on him *chef kiss*

2. Eren

Eren is one of those characters that made me go through the entire spectrum of human emotion, and therefore he's one of my favorites.

From a little brat, to a teenager who just wants to get revenge and save his friends, to a monster capable of whipping out most of humanity, to a scared boy who doesn't want to die.

He spent his entire life fighting for freedom just to find out his destiny was sealed since the day he was born. Absolute tragedy.

1. Reiner

Just like Eren, he made me feel every emotion known to human kind. From deep burning hatred to love and forgiveness.

The child who was so desperate to become a hero that he became a monster.

I think the greatest thing about him is what he can teach us about redemption. People will often point at characters and say they don't deserve to be redeemed. But redemption is not deserved, it's earned. Reiner himself thought he was beyond forgiveness. And yet he kept fighting, not for redemption, but because it was the right thing to do. And without realizing, he became the hero he always wanted to be. I'm so glad he got his happy ending.

I could talk so much about these three, but this is long enough as it is lol.

Special mention to Hange, Gabi and Jean. They would be higher up on the podium if the competition wasn't so strong.

#attack on titan #aot #reiner braun #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #ask game

[dandylovesturtles]

For the emoji ask:

⛔️, ❌️ and 🧠 (Donnie)

⛔ tons, but for ROTTMNT the only one I think is the lair games fic I've talked about on here before. tldr: Donnie and Leo's sibling rivalry boils over, they get mad, they fight, they make up, everything is happy again.

I'll stick what I did write of it under the read more after I answer the other questions.

❌ setting aside the obvious dead dove sorta stuff, I'm at a point where I don't really like writing Major Character Death as the main point of the story (as an incidental plot point is a little different). I'm also not really interested in hurt/no comfort, there's gotta be at least SOMETHING there lol.

I'm also not really interested in "everyone has a normal life" type AUs (like coffee shop or high school)

I'm sure there are more I just can't think of right now lol

🧠 (Donnie) I love the headcanon that when Donnie merged with the technodrome he fell a little in love with it. The implications of that are just *chef's kiss*

Donnie feeling so bad because that thing was used to end the world! But he's also never felt so fully and wholly understood. So accepted. So loved.

He feels the scars on his shell and he wishes he was still connected.

Anyway fic stuff (for the first question) under the cut:

“Welcome, one and all, to the Seventh Annual Lair Games! As is tradition, the first place winner of last year’s competition will now give a rousing speech!”

“Boooo!” Leo jeered as Donnie stepped up beside Splinter, his first place medal swinging around his neck. “Boooo!”

“Silence from the peanut gallery!” Donnie demanded, glaring at him, and Leo smirked back. It was what he deserved for being a sore winner - all he’d done for the last week was recount his victory from the last year, to the point that even Mikey was getting annoyed with him.

(When Leo had said as much, Raph just replied that he was a sore winner too. To which, of course, he said pish posh.)

“Ahem,” Donnie continued, folding his hands behind his back. “Gentlemen, as winner of last year’s Lair Games, I want to start this speech by offering some uplifting words. I want this to be a fun day for all of us, and so I hope you play fair, leave it all out on the field, and prepare to eat nitrogen oxides BECAUSE YOU’RE ALL GETTING SMOKED AGAIN!”

“Oh brother,” Leo heard Mikey mutter under his breath, and he chuckled.

“Now as for the prize, I think I have come up with something that will pique your interest-”

“I’m not switching rooms with you,” Leo called.

“-something that is not my room, random audience member. No, I have something better.” He theatrically cleared his throat again. “The three losing brothers will have to do whatever the winning brother says for exactly one week, starting from the moment the competition ends, and the losing brothers can only say nice things about him.”

“Hey, wait, does that mean we can ask you to build anything we want?”

“What-”

Raph gasped, pumping his arm excitedly in his seat. “I can finally get my skate hawks!”

“That’s not-”

“Pizza oven pizza oven pizza oven!” Mikey cheered, throwing his arms up in elation.

“Hey, stop interrupting, this is my speech!” Donnie folded his arms, glaring down at them. “Why are you all assuming I’ll lose, anyway?”

“Uh, no offense, Donnie,” said Raph, “but you always lose.”

“I’m literally standing on the winner’s podium! Right now!” He waved the medal. “Do you not see this!?”

“Eh, last year was a fluke.” Leo waved his hand as though to erase the past. “Great idea with the prize, though; can’t wait until you guys are all calling me “Master Leo”! Ooo, or maybe I should go with “Your Highness”? Oh, or what about, “The Great and Powerful and Handsome Leonardo”?”

“Why don’t you just go ahead and add “humble” to that, too?”

“Great note, Raph. “The Great and Powerful and Handsome and Humble Leonardo”!”

“Oh no! We will be calling you no such thing, because after I win it is I who you will be calling “The Great Genius Donatello”!”

“If I win, you guys can just call me Mikey.”

“Hey guys, a note from your production crew,” April cut in. “Are you going to spend all day on this, because if so I’m gonna break for lunch.”

#writer ask game #lol forgot my tags

[summerblueringo]

*cupping my hands around the mouth to yell from the other side of the continent* How do you rank the GPs of this year on a scale of 'hot chili' 🌶️ to 'not so hot chili'?

I've decided to take some cheeky inspiration from Nando's for this ;)

On to the reasonings!

Extra Hot

Singapore! The first GP I’ve watched live where my favourite driver won, and let me tell you, the feeling is amazing. We literally jumped for joy and hugged when Carlos crossed the finish line, and the DRS trick was so so spicy. Often imitated but never replicated etc etc, the only non-Red Bull victory of the season yet still a Red Bull junior, the narratives in my head appreciated it very much.

Spicy

Interlagos the iconic legend that you are, literally everything happened. The Pérez vs Fernando drag race was chef’s kiss, one of the best wheel to wheel fights I’ve seen, it was beautiful and so much fun, I hope we get more of it next year!

Monza also makes it here because of Carlos’ amazing pole that sent the tifosi’s spirits through the roof and his amazing defense against Max that reminded us that dreaming is for free and set the stage for his victory at the next race :’)

Australia was SO FUNNY TBH it was a MESS and Carlos sounded sooo hot pleading on the radio and his big sad eyes were <333

Mild

Bahrain got some flavour with Lance hitting Fernando and the engineers refusing to tell Nando who did it lmao.

I’m obligated to put Miami here based on the quali alone.

Canada. Albon P7!

Britain. My boys didn’t do that well but yours did and I think it was around this time that I started to notice Oscar more! Plus it gave us the iconic pobrecito saga.

Hungary. Daniel was back but Ferrari still need to hire me so I can destroy them from the inside.

Netherlands. It rained, and the marshals knew how to party, and Carlos was very sexy from what I remember.

Japan gave us Sebzuka but ofc I overslept and missed half of the race, but from the highlights it was a bit messy and the Pérez penalty thing was so funny but I still feel cheated by the McLaren boys not kissing the trophy!

Austin. Late penalties DO have rights sometimes :^) Also Max’s PLEASE no talking when I’m breaking!!!!

Mexico. Ohhh that was heartbreaking for Sergio…. but the entertainment value.

Lemon and Herb

Saudi Arabia… I could not tell you what happened in this GP. I’ve watched the highlights and I still can’t remember, but it’s not Flavourless level so it’s here.

Azerbaijan… I legit fell asleep during the race but the exchange between Max and George after GR torpedoed Max’s car in the sprint was funny.

Kimi was right about Monaco, enough Monaco, we as a society are past the need for Monaco, no more Monaco! Carlos had spicy radios and we got Estie bestie on the podium baybeeee, but I cannot put it higher based on that alone.

Spain. Another one I can’t remember, but I don’t remember hating it either so it goes here.

Flavourless

Austria. What do track limits even DO??

Belgium. This race lasted one lap. Brundle gets paid to explain things and said he couldn’t be bothered to do that.

Qatar has no rights. Oscar in Qatar is separate and he was very funny and spicy but the GP itself stays here.

Las Vegas has no rights. Not even “send them my regards” can save it.

Abu Dhabi has no rights. Maranello delenda est.

#asks #i hope this lives up to the expectations!

[artaxlivs]

Trick, please? (Only if there's still time 😄)

Okay soooo I did go to your blog to make sure I'd be in the right realm of interests (Even though its a trick and I get to pick, I still want you to like it) and I saw these two things...and couldn't resist the combo.

Drumrolllllll, a frog leans out of the skrim on the stage and wails, "It's the special Halloween Muppet Show with tonight's guest star, His Royal Highness Arthur Pendragon!"

"And cue the dancing girls."

Arthur looks over to the scrawny dark haired man wearing the headset. He looks frazzled and strangely cold because it's sweltering backstage but he's got on a jacket and a red scarf around his neck for some reason. Maybe he's sickly?

"Excuse me-" Arthur starts to say loudly, trying to get the man's attention.

"Shhhh!" A chicken hisses at him.

A chicken.

Arthur raises an eyebrow and glares at her but she's not cowed.

A scraggly looking bear in a neckerchief leans across Arthur and looks out to the distance, waving his hands cheerfully, and says "Wokka wokka!" Then he wanders away.

Arthur sighs, turning to get the man in the headsets attention again.

"Listen, Arthur? Is it? I'm gonna need you to move aside. The dancing girls are coming straight through here in a second and you'll get run over." The man whispers, nudging Arthur into the corner behind his podium.

Scoffing and bristling because how dare he, Arthur starts to step back toward the man but a line of kicking cancan girls dressed like witches all linked together at the elbows kick their way past him. They continue kicking, linked together well into the hallway. Arthur shakes his head and moves back near the man again.

"Now, see here. You may address me as Your Royal Highness-" Arthur starts to say but then a pig in a black evening gown and opera gloves pushes him to the side. He thinks she's supposed to be dressed as Mortica Addams since the frog was wearing a pin striped suit and had a mustache drawn on.

"Merlin, Merlin, where is my Ker-my?" She pouts to the man in the headset.

"He's dealing with that blown tuba in the orchestra pit, Miss Piggy." He cringes a little like he's preparing for a physical blow.

"I need to talk to him about my number!" She hurumphs; her facial expression morphs into anger and she's squeezing her hands...hooves? No she has fingers - hands - into fists.

"Well, I'm here and His Royal Highness is here if you wanted to talk about your duet," the man, Merlin, waves his hand toward Arthur. When Miss Piggy gasps and crowds Arthur, Merlin's whole body relaxes and he turns back to his work, keeping one eye on the stage and one on his call sheet.

"Ohhhhh Arthur, may I call you Arthur? We're going to make such beau-ti-ful music together." She turns her body so she can lean into him and gaze up, eyelashes fluttering.

"Uh..um, er...yes. I mean, yes our duet will be good but no, you're not allowed to call me Arthur, it's Your Royal Highness," She starts to shake like she's going to explode and Merlin inches away from her, though he doesn't look over at her, almost like he's afraid to make eye contact. "You know what, just for tonight, you may call me Arthur."

She melts instantly, leaning in again, eyelashes fluttering, "Oh Arhth-y, I'm so hap-py. I have to go warm up my voice but I'll see you soon, okay?" She makes an air kiss and turns away. A chicken run across her path and she growls, voice dropping low and gravelly, "get out of my way you stupid chicken!" But then she simpers back of her shoulder, "by-yeeee!"

He can hear her singing "I Put a Spell on You" By Nina Simone as she walks away and he gulps.

"What-" Arthur starts to ask but then a Muppet in a chef's hat mumbles by, knocking Arthur into Merlin who ducks his head and blushes. "Excuse you!" Arthur almost shouts and the chef doesn't looks him just mumbles gibberish as he pushes a cart with a bubbling cauldron on stage.

The chef immediately starts throwing in whole bottles that say "eye of newt" and "dragon's teeth." The impact splashes and slooshes liquid over the sides of cauldron and it hisses as it splatters on the stage. He continues to mumble happily the entire time.

"If you'd get out of the way, Your Royal Highness," Merlin says snarkily, "you'd stop getting pushed out of it. Sit here." And he points to a chair next to his podium.

For a moment, Arthur thinks about being difficult because this person, this stage manager, this Merlin, can't tell him what to do, he's royalty, dammit. But then he nearly gets bowled over by the chickens again as they run across the stage in the middle of the chef's skit for apparently no reason.

"Why did the chickens cross the stage?" he asks in confusion.

The bear leans in from nowhere again, waggles his jazz hands and says, "To get to the other side! Wokka wokka!" and then he wanders away. Again.

Arthur sighs, sinking into the chair. What is wrong with these people?

The entire show seems to drag on for an eternity but also is over like a whirlwind and Arthur finds himself sitting next to Merlin for all but the two skits he's in. One where he's afraid that Miss Piggy actually did put a spell on him and another where he fought a dragon to save Miss Piggy.

The dragon was actually just four Muppet monsters wearing a big shaggy pink rug with a hole in it where one of the monsters stuck his head out and growled at Arthur menacingly before he stabbed it with a rubber sword. When Arthur returned to his chair after that one, he found Merlin smiling down at his call sheet, the tips of his ears as pink as the shag dragon.

As the night wears on, Arthur has to admit that he finds Merlin rather charming, efficient and well organized. When Miss Piggy comes to collect Arthur for their skit, Merlin blushes again, nodding to Arthur and advising him to break a leg, "but not really."

It's endearing really. And even amid the loud chatter of a herd of Muppet monsters and a broken tuba that sounds like a foghorn, Arthur finds his eyes drawn again and again to Merlin, with his secret little smile and his ears that are just a little too big. But every time he goes to ask Merlin out for coffee, there's some calamity happening that can only be solved by the stage manager.

After the final bows, Arthur returns to the stage manager podium, hoping to find Merlin but instead he finds a note addressed to "The Once and Future King." It contains only one sentence, "Not yet, but soon." It's signed with a drawing of a wizard hat.

#trick or treat asks #merlin #arthur pendragon #the muppets #wokka wokka

[petit-papillion]

A day after the Austrian GP, and there are still some things that have left me disappointed in Carlos. Before I say my piece, I want to make it clear that I think he drove great all weekend. And his battle with Checo was chef's kiss. I voted twice for him as DOTD. I also understand drivers react emotionally directly after a race, so I'm trying to take that into consideration.

Here are the moments I'm thinking of (and I apologize in advance for comparisons with Charles):

1. Carlos deliberately tried to make himself look faster while behind Charles, taking unnecessary risk and exceeding track limits in the process. Then he tried to put the team under pressure to deviate from the strategy agreed upon before the race. That's not putting the team first, as he claims. That's putting yourself first. He may have been better on Saturday in mixed conditions, but Charles was better in Qualifying. Ultimately, this was where the race was won, as their pace was close, but Charles started ahead of Carlos.

2. After the race finished. Carlos was dead silent on team radio. Ricky told him his final position. Nothing. Ricky told him some technical stuff (switch to position.. blah blah). Nothing. Ricky tells him the top 10 drivers with time differences of the first few. Nothing. Not a peep from Carlos. And here's where I feel forced to compare with Charles. When he got screwed over with no pit stop in Silverstone year, he still congratulated the team on Carlos's win on the radio. When he got royally screwed over again in Monaco by poor strategy calls and a lousy pit stop, he was hugely disappointed, but still acknowledged Xavi on the radio, saying things like, "No words. We cannot do that, guys." To not say anything at all, seems unprofessional to me. I understand the whole, "If you have nothing nice to say, best say nothing at all." but Ricky is just doing his job here as well. Carlos could've said, "Thanks, I don't want to talk right now." or something to that effect.

3. He made it abundantly clear he felt the team lost him a podium place with (in his eyes) a poorly timed pit stop (per this interview). He effectively blames the team for ending up in P4, when ultimately it was due to his 5-second penalty. He lied about when he exceeded track limits, saying he was forced to push harder after the slow pit stop to make up the time (when it was at the beginning of the race when he was behind Charles), to shift blame from himself to the team. Not cool, Carlos.

4. Saying he didn't do the defending against Perez to help Charles, but for his own benefit, I'm fine with that. It's basically the same as what Charles did in Silverstone last year as well. But then in practically the same breath saying you played the team game, but got nothing in return? I haven't been able to find the interview where he said this again, but this one is not much better:

5. His comment under the grid penalty announcement was a little unnecessary. This was many hours after the race ended, when he should've had plenty of time to cool off and have some introspection. While I agree the FIA needs to do better about their track limit regulations and detection, as well as promptly notifying drivers when they are in violation, this seems petty of him. You can be pissed off in private, but in public, might be better to show a little more class in defeat.

#all that said I hope carlos has a great race again in silverstone and he doesn't start still angry over austria #if he decides to do his own thing and ignore the team's plans #this could end up as a repeat of last year #but this time with fred wagging his finger at carlos...