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eliotheeangelis · 5 months

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Nigel Mansell & Elio de Angelis | 1979-1986

#f1 #classic f1 #formula 1 #f1 1980s #elio de angelis #nigel mansell #nigelio #long post #web weaving #tw death #tw racing accidents #(sorry for the length we had a lot of ground to cover)

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eliorosb3rg · 8 months

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nothing makes me sadder than tragic F1 friendship-teammates-rivalrys or whatever the hell those fast men be doing with eachother

#formula 1 #classic f1 #prosenna #launt #brocedes #nigelio #so many of these fuckers ended in tragedy #didier pironi #gilles villeneuve #so many drivers i could tag here #lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #mark webber

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oscar-pasta-tree · 29 days

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#f1 #formula 1 #f1 fandom #nigel mansell #elio de angelis #classic f1 #classic f1 gang #nigelio #vintage f1 #classic formula 1 #Nigel mansell x Elio De Angelis

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zhniven · 3 months

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Lazy drawing of nigelio for today!

#nigel mansell #elio de angelis #nigelio #classic f1 #f1 fanart #f1

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1337wtfomgbbq · 3 months

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Nigel: I'm getting married!

Ayrton: To who?

Nigel: Elio.

Ayrton: The guy who fired multiple confetti cannons and dozens of fireworks when Alain dumped me?

Nigel: Yep, that's him😊

#incorrect f1 quotes #classic f1 #formula 1 #f1 #nigel mansell #elio de angelis #and his favorite brazilian teammate #ayrton senna #nigelio

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milflewis · 5 months

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1k. nigelio. sewis. a glimpse at a what if conversation at a what if silverstone grand prix 2023 ft. nigel mansell being a Gossip

“Nigel.”

Lewis pauses when he opens the door, faltering. It takes a lot to surprise Lewis Hamilton, Nigel knows. And even more to make him show it. He smiles.

“Hello, Lewis.”

“Uh.” Lewis looks past him and then back at his face before shrugging, a grin coming easy. He always did have a face made for smiling. “Hey, man. I heard you were around this weekend. How’s things?”

“Ah, alright. Your race engineer – Bono, yeah? – said that you weren’t scheduled to be out on track for a while. Thought I’d drop by for a minute. Have a chat.”

Lewis raises his eyebrows, tilting his head to the side. Nigel stands very still. After a long breath, Lewis steps back. He opens the door wider, arm stretching out behind him. “Sit wherever. You want a drink?”

“No, I’m okay. Thanks.”

Lewis’s motorhome is acres nicer than any of theirs back in the day, though that can be said for any of the new digs of the drivers nowadays. It’s tidy enough – no empty water bottles lying around, a racesuit thrown half folded over a massage table, a heavy looking shimmery jacket hanging off the back of the door. Cluttered but not dirty. Lived in. Nigel sits down on the couch. There is dog hair on the cushion.

The cross on Lewis’s smooth back stretches and relaxes as he pulls on his fireproofs. His waist is ridiculously tiny. The arms of his racesuit hang low on his hips.

All this pampering he does, Niki had said to him years ago, fond. For fun! He had sounded exasperated and, strangely, proud. Him and James would’ve been insufferable. Not a minute of peace – cut your hair like this, Niki. Grow it out like this, Niki. Why don’t you use conditioner or whatever, Niki.

Lewis sits down on the small chair opposite him, legs falling open at the knees. He’s barefoot. His nails are painted a familiar shade of green. Something in Nigel’s chest hurts.

“I’ve been talking to Sebastian,” Nigel says without any preamble. Lewis barely even blinks.

“I’d guessed,” he replies dryly, and Nigel wonders, not for the first time, how much exactly Lewis notices about what’s going on around the paddock.

“I think you should strike,” Nigel says instead, leaving that question for another day. “Sebastian agrees. He says it might be better if he’s the one to talk to Fernando.”

Lewis’s mouth quirks up at the corner, smile lines winking. He hums quietly. He does not ask why Sebastian isn’t here to tell him himself, or giving him a call. Nigel still isn’t really sure what’s going on there either. Niki was never much help, for all that he loved gossip, and Keke has been firmly staying out of Lewis’s business the past few years, especially when it involves Sebastian, because: “Do you want me to hate my son, Nige? Do you want me to hate you? This is what will happen if I have to listen to any of shit again.”

“Better if you get Jenson to follow up after.” Lewis doesn’t look away from him. “Fernando doesn’t like being told what to do. Jenson knows how to chill him out.”

Nigel isn’t touching that with a ten-foot pole.

Lewis watches him. “We do have Charles to play the piano.”

Nigel laughs. “You do.” The sound feels like it gets caught on a hook in the underside of his stomach. “I’ve heard you play too.”

Lewis scruches up his nose. It is interesting, Nigel thinks, the things that Lewis let’s himself be modest over and what he doesn’t.“Only a little.”

“A piano is a good distraction,” Nigel advises. “You’ll need to get rid of people’s phones. Or at least, have only one person keep them on hand.”

Lewis smiles wryly. “That’d be fun.”

“Probably.”

Lewis reaches down by the side of his seat and straightens up with a pair of thin white socks in hand. He unrolls them and pulls them on, foot by foot. Right. Then left.

Nigel isn’t sure what the right thing to do here is. Does he tell Sebastian that Lewis is, painting his toenails a colour that is strikingly like the Aston Martin green, or does he stay out of it?

Keke would tell him to stay out of it.

“I’ve been thinking of it too,” he says, leaning back. “Of saying no. Making a stand. Things are – things are getting messy.”

“They’ve been messy for a while,” Nigel offers. Lewis doesn’t take it. He only shrugs, slipping his feet into his boots.

Nigel wonders if he and Sebastian talk about that year. He isn’t sure what to hope for.

Lewis tucks his hands under his armpits as he sits back and waits for Nigel to continue. Nigel has said all he came here to say – or at least, all he knows for sure he can say. He looks rather tired. Weary. He should take a long hot bath. Nigel thinks about telling him.

“A piano is a good idea,” he starts. Or tries to. It’s not quite what he intended to say. Lewis’s shoulders relax minutely. Nigel hadn’t realised he was tense.

He looks at Nigel like he knows Nigel knows what he wants to ask.

“Sebastian will agree, I think,” Nigel tries again. He bites at his cheek. He’s too old for this. He doesn’t know how to talk like this anymore.

He thinks of Elio’s smile. He thinks of the swoop of his g’s and his y’s in his data notes that he’d swap with Nigel when they were both at Lotus. He thinks of the only proper way to cook spaghetti bolognese that Elio never got around to showing him. He thinks of how he is nearly fairly sure Sebastian hasn’t called Lewis once since last year. He thinks of Sebastian turning qualifying off in the background of their call a few weeks ago after Lewis had done his run.

“I don’t know if it was love,” Nigel lies despite himself. He has always been very English unfortunately. “Or – at least – that kind of love. We were friends. Very good friends. One of my best, I must say. You notice – when they’re there. And when they aren’t. It’s better – when they are.” He pauses, grimacing. He doesn’t speak on his championship. On how winning tasted faintly like losing.

“Sorry for the poetry,” he laughs and it only rings out slightly hollow. Lewis smiles at him, the lines around his eyes soft. He reminds Nigel of Elio for a quick breathless moment. That same kind brutality.

“Sounds like love to me,” Lewis says, quiet.

Nigel thinks of Lewis’s career. Of whose name is beside him in the history books. Of the Lewis-shaped pauses in Sebastian’s calls to chat that were not there before his retirement. Of how Lewis doesn’t say his name much anymore. Of the look on Sebastian’s face in that one photo from Monaco.

He wants to shake them both, suddenly viciously full of anger. His fingers feel like they’re full of fizzy drink, prickling away at the under-bed of his nails.

They’re so terribly, awfully — enviously — young.

Lewis looks back at him, face calm like a lake. It doesn’t feel like a dare. It doesn’t quite feel like it isn’t one.

He should learn how to ask, Nigel remembers overhearing Aryton complaining about Michael. Just fucking ask for what he wants. Being told no is not dying.

The irony, as it was wont to with Ayrton, was lost on him.

Nigel breathes.

“Yes,” Nigel allows himself – and Lewis. “I guess it is.”

#yes i am supposed to be studying. leave me alone. i am cold and small and tired and sad #nigelio #sewis #lol. sort of for both tbh #nigel and lewis are sad and gay what more do u want from me #little fics #f1 rpf

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coulthardie · 8 months

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F1 Ship Quiz

Here’s the link to the “which of my favorite F1 ship are you” quiz. It has both new and old F1 involved so 🫡

#f1 #f1blr #formula one #formula 1 #Prosenna #Nigelio #Villeroni #Brocedes #Sebmark #ok there are others but they aren’t popular enough to have ship names #except for Alonso and Jenson #To me they are Buttonso #quiz

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goblinfreaks · 28 days

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f1 drivers as animals part 2/??

#classic f1 #f1 #formula 1 #f1 art #nigel mansell #elio de angelis #nigelio #elio is an italian grey wolf!#nigel is a lion ofc

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didierpironi · 1 year

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Now every day is dark and grey, I never thought we'd be apart. Why did you have to go away and leave me with a broken heart - A Triolet Of Heartbreak, Ann D. Stevenson

#sorry for being sad #francois cevert #jackie stewart #nigel mansell #elio de angelis #ayrton senna #alain prost #didier pironi #gilles villeneuve #stewvert #nigelio #prosenna #villeroni #classic f1 #my edits

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fredwardart · 2 months

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Not my best work, but here's a little Nigelio wedding piece!

#nigelio #elio de angelis #nigel mansell #they're getting married #formula 1 #formula 1 fanart

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eliotheeangelis · 6 months

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classic f1 + text posts, part 35/?

#surprise bitch!! bet you'd never thought you'd see me again!!#f1 #classic f1 #formula 1 #f1 memes #james hunt #ayrton senna #alain prost #prosenna #nigel mansell #elio de angelis #nigelio #emerson fittipaldi #jackie stewart #keke rosberg #gerhard berger

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green-like-the-sky · 6 months

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Summary: The first time is definitely a mistake. The second time, an accident. By the third time, Nigel is running out of excuses for why it keeps happening; him waking up in his teammate's arms. And it will take a few more times after that, before he can admit to Elio how much he likes it.

#f1 #classic f1 #f1 fanfic #my writing #nigelio #come get your brand new nigelio fic #like i hate it i spent too much time on it #but it's done

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oscar-pasta-tree · 27 days

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Sure he fell,

All things do eventually,

But in that glorious moment (…)

As he floated in staunch defiance of heaven’s fire,

He knew no one had flown higher.