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bellezaycafe · 4 months

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Get Your Shit Together

genre: I don’t know

pairing: none?

warnings: swearing

context: Sadie volunteered for the 2024 Melbourne GP during a gap year away from uni. She is 20.

comments: i don’t know what this is

Sadie had to force a deep breath through her system. The drivers were not going to like the news she had.

“Alright, listen up!” She called, feeling a bit like she was talking to a random sports club team. “The FIA has finalised the penalties and we have two drivers dropping down.”

There was a chorus of “what?”, “no!” and “fuck me,” in different languages.

“Lance Stroll, you have been given two 5-second penalties for track limits. I’m told that you were only informed about one.” Sadie tried to give him a gentle smile.

It might not have come across that way as she braced herself for the next one.

“Max Verstappen and Pierre Gasly, you were both given a 10-second penalty for overtaking under yellow flag conditions.” A small cry of outrage came from Charles Leclerc. “This was decided during your last lap and was not conveyed to your engineers in time for them to tell you.”

Max Verstappen’s face pulled into a glare of fury, while Pierre buried his face in his hands.

“What do you mean, 10-second penalty?”

Sadie hoped he didn’t explode at her during the next piece of news. She looked down at the iPad in her hands and read the standings.

“Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri and Charles Leclerc were all under ten seconds behind you, so you will now be P4.”

“What?! Are you serious?!” The world champion did explode. “Pierre overtook me and I was just taking it back!”

It had been a long weekend for Sadie. She had never been to an F1 race before, let alone volunteered at one; she knew she would be busy but she hadn’t expected to be thrust into learning the hard way at 7 am. And again at 10. Again at 2. And now again at 5:20 pm.

“I understand that, Max-“ She held up a placating hand, reining in a scathing reply.

“Obviously you don’t if you are giving me a penalty for -“

Sadie cut him off with a sharp laugh. “Who do you think I am, Verstappen? Huh?”

He stopped leaning towards her, something he hadn’t noticed himself doing.

She took advantage of his hesitation. “I am a volunteer. What power do you think I have to change this for you?” she spat.

A scowl appeared on his face as he began to lean in again. “Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Sadie saw Lewis start forward. She put a hand out to stop him.

“I know who I am talking to. You are a three time world champion who will survive coming P4, just this once. You are Max Verstappen the reigning Champion, not Max Verstappen the upset child! Get your shit together!”

He stopped at that. All of the drivers did. Several looked ready to jump forward and restrain him, Lewis included.

Sadie saw the anger leave his eyes and said to everyone, “if you’re all sick of the FIA imposing these penalties just before interviews, maybe you should all say something. Together, as the drivers.”

It was Carlos who shrugged. “If something happens in the final laps, it is fair for it to reach us after the race.”

“Yea,” Lewis agreed. “But not half an hour after the checkered flag.”

All the drivers conceded that.

“I’m going to read out your standings and you’re going to stand in that spot. Do not“ -Sadie glared at Max- “complain to me, I cannot help you.”

And read them out she did. Charles had won, Oscar had come a close second and Lando an even closer third.

Max silently simmered in his P4 position and Daniel Riccardo smiled at Sadie from P5. Lewis, in P6, held a fist out for a fist bump.

The rest of the grid lined up in their order. They went out one by one and did their interviews.

Sadie sighed once they were all gone. At least, she’d thought they were all gone. Carlos Sainz, who had crashed out in lap 4, hadn’t gone out for his interviews yet.

“I don’t know if that was brave or stupid.”

Sadie jumped and shook her head. “I don’t know either and to be honest, I’m too tired to care. He was angry, I understand that, but my patience has been worn very thin.”

Carlos hummed thoughtfully as he left with a soft wave.

Sadie pulled in a deep breath. Her last job for the day was done. She’d be back in the morning to help pack down the equipment.

She needed some time to contemplate how she’d just yelled at Max fucking Verstappen.

——$——

If you want to see more of Sadie interacting with the grid, let me know! - Belle

Masterlist

#f1 #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 x oc #formula 1 #formula one #get your shit together

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imperatriceauxdiamants · 9 months

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Psyche tidy up

Giving yourself grace when you fail, and getting back at it right away. Failures are part of the perfection path.

Doing things not because you "must" but because you know why.

Unclenching your muscles on a frequent basis and normalizing being in stressful situations, like a boss babe. You know they're stressful but you don't let them get in the way to your goal.

Identifying your triggers, and recognizing them. You don't navigate life anymore from one trigger to another in a constant state of stress-anxiety. You know some stuff is triggering an emotional response but you answer to the rational thoughts. "Yes, I know this thing is triggering me. Worst outcome may come but I can deal with it no biggie. I rehashed many times my responses. "

Recognizing your emotions, but not letting them take up all your emotional mindspace. "Yes I'm angry, this thing happened and it caused me to feel unlistened to, I give myself a few minutes to breathe in silence, then think of the best action that'll benefit me"

The more you let emotions and triggers take up space in your day, the less you'll be able to live your life, but it isn't a excuse to avoid them squarely; you're also not living your life in extreme avoidance of them. Facing them upfront, as distressing as it may be, will lead to a quieter simpler life later.

Answer your truth: if you viscerally don't like something, do/say something. You do not have to do actions that go against what you stand/believe for.

#mish mash of thoughts #glowup #levelup #get your shit straight #procrastination #get your shit together

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cherriontopp · 4 months

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My Ins and Outs

Ins:

Pilates, Celery juice, Gel nails, library to study, Clean scents, Barre, Travel, Less screen time, Grattitude

Outs:

Smoking, sleepless nights, Being unorganised, Overspending, skipping self-care days, Forgetting to take vitamins/ medication

Keeping it simple and sweet xx

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yourgfdgirlfriend · 8 months

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oh how i love it when people, who don’t even follow me, comment on my shit that ‘it’s great’ but i use ‘too many commas’. why thank you, oh great one, for informing me about my many shortcomings. i humbly apologise that english isn’t my fucking first language; nor the only second language i speak. how dare me to occasionally accidentally use german punctuation rules out of habit. after all i’ve only been using those for twenty years. between speaking multiple languages and knowing multiple sets of punctuation and grammar, I should really put every single comma perfectly. on the kink blog. i write in my free time. for fun. mixing them up occasionally is truly unacceptable. please excuse the grave offence.

#some people really don’t understand that english isn’t the only fucking language in the world #ffs people this is tumblr and not a dissertation #get your shit together #and if one or two too many commas rock your boat so much maybe you shouldn’t be online #people really don’t have anything better to do #i know my english punctuation isn’t always perfect #everyone who’s bothered by that can be my guest and fuck right off #litte rant #mine #text

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procrastiel · 26 days

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Just finished watching Wilde (1997) and boy do I feel for Robbie Ross.

He really said ‘let me love and support that artist man with all that I have, even if he doesn’t love me back.’

If you want your relationship to be healthy and long-lasting, get yourself a man like that.

#jfc #i am having feelings #oscar wilde #wilde 1997 #robbie ross #my babe #michael sheen #stephen fry #jude law #i don’t know anything about Wilde’s life but if this is true then he treated Robbie like garbage #man why u gotta take the boy for granted like that. he was the one tending to ur wounds when u we’re bleeding. not Bosie #get your shit together #this man also clearly was polyamorous and I am HERE FOR IT #llved the wife and kids. didn’t know he had actual offspring either.#bisexual disaster #love love love it

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thatone-aroace-friend · 2 months

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Please stop shipping characters on the aroace spectrum

guys please stop doing this because it can be kinda harmful to people on the aroace spectrum because your essentially erasing their identity. Cuz as a community we get very little representation in the media which is just kind of sad and annoying because I spent a good portion of my elementary and middle school years wondering why I wasn't really getting crushes like everyone else and everyone was fascinated with the dating world which was bizarre to me. I didn't know what it meant to be aromantic or an asexual until the middle of my seventh grade year and for a lot of people they don't find out until they are much older. This is partially because we get so little representation and at this point we are willing to take whatever we can get. Okay like I can count all the characters in the media who are on the aroace spec on one hand. ONE HAND. It also doesn't help that we are often excluded from lgbtq+ spaces. This is because a lot of people think we aren't really repressed or discriminated against. or whatever the fuck which it's always funny for me to hear someone say that because when they say that they're only contradicting themselves. When I came out to one of my friends who was also gay gave me a look of disgust when I said it and just kind of rolled her eyes. Even though I am bi or pan or whatever the fuck I don't know to explain it but ugh Anyways point is the fact that straight and cis aroace spec people are constantly discriminated against by the lgbtq+ community because we're straight passing. However we are also constantly told that we'll find someone someday and that we're just being picky and it fucking passes me off. So yeah don't ship character in the media who are on the aroace spectrum because we get very little representation as it is

#Aroace #aromantic #asexual #ace spec #aro spec #aroace spectrum #aroacespec #aroace struggles #aroace character #aro characters #ace characters #I'm just so tired of this shit #Like could you be any more disrespectful #This is legit like bi erasure #wtf people #get your shit together

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silverfox66 · 1 year

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This hellsite truly is a haven for tankies 😮‍💨.

A post about russian war crimes in Ukraine? 200 notes or so..

A post about "those poor russians🥺" and "not all russians🥺".. 1000 notes within a day or so.

Those "poor russians" are torturing, raping and murdering innocent civilians.... don't act like the russians are the victims here for fucks sake.

#dear fellow westerners #get your shit together #Ukraine #russia #russian invasion #war #tankies #also #stop romanticizing this war #anti imperialism #anti fascism

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home-for-artists · 24 days

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Your dreams are coming true. You’re building a life, you’re building a future. The universe is conspiring to give you every wish you’ve ever spoken out. Good luck, and remember that however lost you might feel, if you’re got the fire in your heart, dedication in your mind, goodness in your actions, your dreams can come true.

#live your dreams #never stop dreaming #dreams #life #lifestyle #life quotes #motivatingwords #life quote motivation #motivational #inspirational #inspiring words #inspiring quotes #writing #quotes #ambition #ambitious #hard work #get your shit together

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thebrofriends · 7 months

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if I had a nickel for every time destiel happened i'd have 3 nickels which is way too fuckin many

#get your shit together #destiel #inefabble husbands #blackbonnet

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bellezaycafe · 3 months

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Get Your Shit Together - Chapter 4

genre: 2024 Season AU

pairing: there will be romance but I haven't finalised who yet. platonic! oc x literally the whole grid.

warnings: lots swearing, major car accident, mentions of broken bones, blood and hospitals. A lot of shit happens. Limited knowledge of Silverstone or how the structure of their emergency response on track works.

context: Sadie, a 20 year old university student from Melbourne, decided to take a gap year and volunteer at 2 Formula One races in different countries.

Sadie's Faceclaim: Maia Mitchell (but you can visualise her howver you want :) )

comments: ...prepare for pain. I'm not sorry. I did speak to a doctor friend, and Sadie continuing with her injuries is plausible.

Part 1 | Masterlist

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“Fuck me, it’s a bit cold,” Sadie complained to the middle-aged paramedic beside her.

“Is it too cold for the Australian kid?” Mark laughed.

Sadie turned to him, looked up and frowned. “Not a kid, fuck you.”

Mark laughed again and tried to pat her on the head, which Sadie swatted away.

“Let’s just hope today’s race is dry,” he said after a moment.

Sadie nodded, stray wisps of her dark brown hair loosely flying around her face in the breeze.

Silverstone, in June, was the same temperature as Sadie’s home town in September, just leaving winter into spring.

“This is not summer weather,” she whined.

“You volunteered, kid,” Joe reminded her.

“I know, I know.”

“Where have they placed you?”

“Medics at turn 13. That’s Stowe, right?”

“Yeah. It can be a dangerous one. But you’re with my older brother Keith, so you’ll be fine.”

"How is it in the wet?"

"Worse, but the drivers are in safe hands."

----$----

Sadie paced as she watched 18 -Pierre Gasly and Oscar Piastri had sent each other out early in the race- of the best drivers in the world speed past.

“Sadie,” Keith called, “you should sit down.”

“I’m more anxious when I sit,” she replied without taking her eyes off the track. The track that was getting wetter and wetter as the minutes past.

"Mark said to let you pace and I will, but nothing is going to happen," the grey-haired man reassured.

Sadie sent him a kind smile but didn't reply out loud.

It was a good thing she didn’t. They might have missed it.

Two Red Bulls, the McLaren and a Mercedes flew into view. The McLaren, Lando's McLaren, clipped the back wheel of Lewis Hamilton's Mercedes, sending a shower of debris into the misting rain.

Lando's car spun, twice and then slammed into the wall side on. Lewis spun once but managed to pull his car to a spot in the gravel before it could collide with anything.

Sadie was out the door, pulling on her mandatory helmut and grabbing a first aid kit before Keith was out of his chair.

"Go to the McLaren!" Keith shouted to her as he followed with another kit. "I'll take the Merc!"

She didn't acknowledge his order but followed it without hesitation. She jumped the barrier, her gaze locked on the fluro yellow helmet. The helmet that was barely moving.

"Lando," she shouted as she reached the car. "Are you okay?"

"No!" His voice came as a strangled croak, barely loud enough for her to hear him.

She dropped the first aid kit and grabbed the steering wheel he was holding out.

"You will be, we're here." She stated. "Can you get out?"

Sadie didn't breathe as Lando cried out. "My foot!" he wailed. "My ankle!"

"Okay, take a deep breath, Lando. Push yourself up with you arms. You're strong, mate. Push."

She didn't know what she was saying. She was running on instinct and adrenaline. Purely, instinct and adrenaline.

Get them off the track, Mark's voice rang in her head. Get them somewhere safe.

Lando hoisted himself onto the halo and Sadie saw his ankle bent at an unnatural angle. She couldn't let it show on her face.

"Alright, Lando swing to me. Swing around."

He did so, wobbling dangerously.

"Drop onto your right foot, I'm here."

Cars sped past, the flag only yellow.

Lando didn't drop onto his feet, he fell from the car and into Sadie. She was lucky she had braced herself as she caught him.

He screamed in pain as his ankle hit the ground.

"Lando, my name is Sadie. I've got you now, do not put your right foot on the ground. I'm gonna get you to the medical tent."

"Sadie? Melbourne Sadie?" He whimpered. He couldn't stop making small sounds of pain.

She opened his visor, met his watercolour eyes. She knew her helmet had no visor, knew he could see her eyes.

"Yes, Lando, it's Melbourne Sadie. I've got you now, we've got to get you off the track."

She hauled his left arm over her shoulders and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Walk with me Lando. That's it, with your right foot. Good. You're gonna be okay, mate. It's just a scratch."

Sadie still hadn't registered what she was saying, or the fact that Lando was leaning almost all of his weight on her.

Her head snapped up at the sound of approaching cars. With hands firmly on his waist, Sadie slipped out from under his left arm and placed herself under his right.

She put herself between him and the oncoming cars. She didn't know what might happen, hadn't thought about it. She hadn't thought at all.

It was Perez's Red Bull that struck the McLaren or Mercedes debris. More debris flew through the rain, some thing off all three cars. Sadie pulled Lando tighter into her and shielded him as she continued to pull him towards the closest exit.

Pain tore though Sadie's adrenaline. Her right side, both arm and leg. She stumbled, barely, but right herself and Lando cried out in pain again.

She knew two things, do not stop and do not let the pain stop you.

"I've got you Lando, you're going great. Keep going!"

"Sadie," he whimpered. "Fuck. My ankle, Sadie, my car."

"I know, Lando, I know. You're going to be okay. Your car will be fine, you will be okay."

"Fuck," he whimpered again.

"Keep going, pretty boy. Don't put that left foot on the ground. You're gonna be okay, pretty boy."

More hands joined hers and pulled Lando over the barrier. She didn't register who it was, only that he was on the other side and being treated. She heard a lot of swearing, she heard someone call her name.

She looked up to see Lando staring at her leg. He was laying down, on an ambulance stretcher.

"Sadie," he croaked, his eyes rising to hers.

She didn't look down, a part of her knew she didn't want to know. Sadie kept his eye contact as she tried to stand upright. "I'm okay, Lando. I'm okay." She reassured.

Some one stepped into her line of sight and she lost view of his face. They hauled him into the waiting ambulance.

"Fuck, kid." She recognised that voice.

She turned, limped around to face Mark.

"Mark, Lando he's -" He recognised her voice, just as she had his. She was still wearing the medic's helmet.

"Sadie, your leg. You've-" He stepped forwards and pulled a chair with him.

"I don't know," she whispered. She couldn't be louder, she tried to say it louder but it was the same whispered, "I don't know. I haven't looked."

The paramedic rushed to her, placing the chair beneath her as her right leg gave out.

"Don't look," he muttered. "You're gonna be okay, but you can't look."

Someone handed him gauze and bandages. Another handed him saline and scissors.

Lewis stepped into Sadie's quickly narrowing line of sight.

"Oh my god," he exclaimed.

When Sadie saw him, she remembered what she'd done. She thought about what she'd done.

The crash. Catching Lando. Essentially dragging him off the track. Putting herself between him and the cars. Her leg. She didn't know the damage but her leg was on fire.

"Sir," she breathed. "Lewis, my helmet, please."

"Oh my god, kid. They're gonna look after you, okay?" He dropped to his knees next to her, leaving his own helmet in the dust.

"I know," she croaked as he undid the straps at her chin. "It's not that. The media- Lewis, hide me from the media. Please."

That's when Lewis recognised Sadie. Her brown hair was plastered to her pale face. Her brown eyes were wide with fear.

"Oh shit. Okay kid, yeah. They'll never know your name, they'll never see your face. I swear it, kid. I promise."

Someone handed her a green piece of plastic. The green whistle. Pain relief, and a very strong one.

He last words before the high kicked in were, "Lewis, please. No reports, no one can know it was me."

Needless to say, the rest of the day was a blur. She barely remembered the ambulance ride, getting the piece of Formula One car embedded in her thigh taken out or the stitches in her arm and leg.

It was all over the news.

Medic gets stabbed with shrapnel while helping driver Lando Norris.

Norris out of SIlverstone GP: The Medic Who Saved Him.

Two in hospital after dangerous crash at Silverstone.

But Sadie's name was never written. Every reporter was baffled at the disappearance of her identity.

----$----

Lewis had gone to Max that evening, before the winner had the chance to go out.

"It was the Melbourne volunteer," he'd told him in his hotel room. "The medic in hospital, it was Sadie."

Max's face snapped towards Lewis. He'd been making Lewis a coffee, but it was abandoned.

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Lewis shrugged, shadows passing over his face. "I don't know, man. I- Her leg was bad."

"Fuck," Max muttered. "How did it happen?"

Lewis rubbed his face with his hands. "I don't know that either. I didn't see it. It's what happens now that I want to talk about. I need your help."

Max froze. Lewis knew why, he'd never asked Max for help before. They were friendly, finally, but they weren't close.

"She begged me, Max, begged me, to keep her name out of the media. So far, so good but I need your influence in the paddock. You still have the unpredictable 'Mad Max' reputation to some people. I need you to use it."

He nodded and there was an understanding between the champions. Sadie had protected their friend, maybe saved his career if some of the initial reports were true, and it was their turn to protect her.

"I don't why she was so desperate. She was begging me. She had a piece of fucking metal sticking out of her goddamn leg and she was begging me to hide her from the media."

"it doesn't matter," Max stated. His eyes were dark as he search his contacts for a name. "It doesn't get out. Her name appears no where."

They would protect her.

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I'm not sorry. I hope you enjoyed! Feedback in welcome :)

Taglist (never thought I'd write one of these, I'm very happy to):

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#f1 #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x oc #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #lando norris #lewis hamilton #get your shit together

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