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f1incorrectquotess · 2 days
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Lewis: Netflix and chill.
Alex: YouTube and snuggle!
Fernando: A random pirated website and taking over the government.
Pierre: HULU AND FUCK.
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55szn · 2 days
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everything i do is tragic - f1 grid
·˚ ༘ a series of f1 driver’s blurbs inspired by my lord and savior olivia rodrigo’s songs
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got the idea from @lewisvinga’s born to die series (which u should totally check out)
carlos sainz - favorite crime
˚ · . yn just hopes that she was, at least, carlos’ favorite crime
charles leclerc - scared of my guitar
˚ · . how could yn ever trade something that’s good for what’s right?
max verstappen - lacy
˚ · . well isn’t max the greatest thing to ever exist?
lando norris - get him back!
˚ · . lando promised yn she was the only girl, but that just wasn’t true
oscar piastri - bad idea right?
˚ · . yn simply cannot hear her thoughts when it comes to oscar
george russell - deja vu
˚ · . yn wonders if george gets déjá vu when he’s with his new girlfriend, but she already knows the answer
lewis hamilton - happier
˚ · . yn truly hopes lewis is happy, but not as happy as he was with her
logan sargeant - so american
˚ · . logan is so painfully american, but yn can’t get enough of it
pierre gasly - enough for you
˚ · . all yn ever wanted was to be enough for pierre
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a/n soso excited for this series, and it’s also my first time posting my writing so kinda nervous 🫣 i didn’t include all of the drivers listed on my masterlist as i didn’t find any song that would “fit” them or inspire me to write about them 😞
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petit-papillion · 3 days
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The only ones without penalty points are Charles, Alex, Pierre, Oscar, and Lando.
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youaresimplylovely · 10 hours
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Fashion n' Cars (Part Six)
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗟𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 + F1 Grid 𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻!𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗹!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘅𝗶𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗹𝗲𝘄 >< 𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗱𝗱 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗹𝗼𝗹 𝗳𝗰: 𝗘𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗷𝗸𝘄𝗼𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱! 𝗮/𝗻: 𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗹𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗻!?!?! 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗴𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗶𝗸 𝘆𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘀𝘀
𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺
𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺
[part one] [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five]
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ynverstappen first date with lew lew ><
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maxverstappen1 first picture was actually funny.
ynverstappen AWW BABE HE SAID U'RE FUNNY @lewishamilton lewishamilton he loves me <3 maxverstappen1 not.
georgerussell63 picture credits on the first one, thanks 🤣
landonorris credits also to the guy who beat him. lewishamilton it was one damn match. landonorris and i still won over a world champion 😘
lewishamilton beautiful baby 😍
ynverstappen love u lew leww lewishamilton i love you more baby 😍😘 maxverstappen pure bs. pierregasly istg how does he know these acronyms 😭 maxverstappen1 you can't be serious.
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lewishamilton is this soft or hard launch, idrk baby @ynverstappen
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ynverstappen AWWW THATS CALLED A HARD LAUNCH BABY <33
lewishamilton oh well then it's a hard launch ❤
user6 AWWW MAXIE IS LIKING THE POSTTT AAAA
mercedesamgf1 we see youuuuuu @redbullracing @maxverstappen1
redbullracing 🤦‍♂️🤦‍♂️ maxverstappen1 true.
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josverstappen7 welcome to the family zoon. @lewishamilton
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lewishamilton had fun with you guys! Thank you Jos! 😊
josverstappen7 oh it's not a problem! You can call me dad now 😉 maxverstappen1 DAD!?!?!?! EXCUSE ME!?!!?!? ynverstappen AWW DADDY <333 landonorris which one ynverstappen STFU landonorris lololol
ynverstappen u see dat third pic, that means i still love u @maxverstappen
maxverstappen1 sure. i love you.
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maxverstappen1 life recently. *sigh*
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ynverstappen beach dayyyyyyy
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lewishamilton gorgeous baby girl 😘
ynverstappen <33333333 maxverstappen1 i hate every damn moment of this.
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ynverstappen still loooove uuuuuuu maxieeeeeee
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maxverstappen1 so after you post ur date with ur bf u post me? But damn right. i was first. i love you too.
ynverstappen i limited the comments for u ><
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lestappen-inchident · 18 hours
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Charles: Max texted me “your adorable”, so I replied with “No, YOU’RE adorable”.
Pierre: And?
Charles: And now we’re dating, we’ve been on six dates.
Charles: All I did was point out a typo, but I like him so I’m not going to say anything.
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theundercoversquid · 2 days
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A Conversation on Children
Pairing: Pierre Gasly x F!Reader
Request: Hey there my fav squid ever :) I've been reading a lot of baby imagines everywhere and tbh I'm having trouble getting into them since I've decided that I do not want to be a mom (not judging anyone tho).
Would you please write something like the reader talking to Pierre about not wanting to have kids and them having a really meaningful conversation about it?? it would mean the absolute world to me <3
A/N: For a start I am so, so sorry this took so long for me to get around to writing! But better late than never, I hope...
Also, I totally get not wanting to have children. Not everyone wants them, and that is perfectly okay (I still don't know if I would want to have kids, hence why the series is nicely cathartic)
I just hope I have done the subject justice!
Warnings: Talk of children and not wanting children
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Your hands were shaking uncontrollably as you gripped them in your lap. You stared at their trembling, unable to look at the man seated across from you.
"What is it you want to talk about, mon amour," Pierre questioned.
"It's that well," you started before trailing off and trying again." I just wanted to talk to you about." But again, you trailed off.
"What's going on, mon amour," Pierre questioned again. "You are really starting to scare me."
"Children," you suddenly blurted out, Causing Pierre to look at you funny. His head cocked to the side like a confused puppy. "I don't want to have children." You clarified. "I don't want to be a mum."
But once you had started to talk, you couldn't seem to stop yourself.
"I don't like the idea of having children and having to raise children. Especially not in the world we are currently living in. And no, this is not something I am willing to change my mind on. I don't want to have children. Not now. Not ever." You told Pierre. Still not looking at him in the face. "And I totally understand that if you want to have children that this relationship is not going to work out. But as much as I love you, I am not willing to stay with you if this is something that you don't agree with. If you want children, I am not going to hold you back from having them. But equally, you can't stay with me if you think that you will be able to convince me to have children."
"Oh, Merci Dieu." Pierre murmed under his bretah. Causing you to finally turn to look at him.
"Mon amour." Pierre softly called, holding his hand out for you. Gently inviting you to take his hand. When you did, he softly squeezed it. Giving you a reassuring look
"I don't want to have children either," Pierre admitted. "I have been worrying about when the best time was to tell you, and instead, you have stolen the words right out of my mouth."
Surprised you didn't quite know what to say.
"I know it may come as a surprise. But I truly don't want kids. Not just between my job and the state of the world. I agree with you, I don't want to have kids and I don't want to be a father."
"Really?" You questioned why you had seen Pierre with his nieces and nephews and were surprised to hear that.
"Really," Pierre nodded. "I love being the fun uncle, don't get me wrong. But I don't want to have to have my own kids. I think some people are built to be parents, and some are not, and that is okay."
"So the two of us aren't built to be parents?" You questioned.
"From what you have said, yes. The two of us are not meant to be parents, and that is okay. Just because you are a woman doesn't mean that you have to have kids. I will never, ever think less of you for it; if anything, I am relieved." Pierre admitted.
"Oh, you don't know how relieved I am." You sighed, relieved, causing your hands to stop shaking and for your shoulders to relax. "So many people have tried to tell me that I am wrong, that when I grow up and find the right man, I will want to have children. But I know that is not true. I have found the right man for me and still don't want to have children."
"I don't have the same expectations on me as you do," Pierre admitted. But just now, I am on the same page as you, and will never ask you or pressure you to have kids. As I don't want them just as much as you."
"Oh, I am so relieved", You breathed, letting out a breath before you lunged forward. Grabbing Pierre by the collar and pulling him in for a kiss.
When you let him go, Piere sat down with a dreamy sigh. "God, I love you," he murmured, causing you to laugh.
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Translations:
Merci Dieu = Thank God
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princelancey · 10 hours
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Schemes are in motion I fear
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coco-loco-nut · 3 days
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The Black Dog
pairing: Pierre x Reader
summary: You still mourn your relationship with Pierre
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The past six months have drained the life out of you. Your relationship completely collapsed and you found yourself alone. It takes every ounce of strength to not reach out to Pierre, because up until recently you shared your secrets with each other and shared your location.
All it takes is one night on the couch with a bottle of wine to open the app you’ve resisted opened for the longest time. You didn’t want to see the app without his name on it and your silly profile picture that he hated but you adored because it was your Pierre. What you don’t expect is to almost drop your glass of wine when his icon is still there. He forgot to turn it off.
Against your better judgment, you zoom in, watching as he enters a bar called The Black Dog, one you frequented together. The thought of him going alone without you, and you going without him, pierces holes in your heart, reopening the wound. How doesn’t he miss you when he goes there? You can’t understand.
It sends you into a spiral, thinking about what he’s doing there.
Maybe he is there with a girl who is a bit too young for him. It’s a Thursday, so the band Pierre and you loved will be playing. Pierre requested a song a couple weeks after they were there and it became a staple in their repertoire. The song that you two loved, the song that played in your mind as you danced in the kitchen late at night, the song that you both swore would play at your wedding. Pierre would jump of his seat, the same one he always sat in when the two of you went. The view of the band was slightly obstructed but you always thought the lighting was perfect, that Pierre just looked so perfect in that light, he thought the same for you. When those first notes played, he’d jump out of the seat and extend his hand to you -now her- and offer a dance. She would look at Pierre confused and doesn’t get up or take his hand, instead giving him her drink order, assuming that he wanted to go to the bar. Then he would realize that she wasn’t you, she didn’t know the song, she didn’t share his habit. Old habits die screaming.
You’ve spent the past months moving through the world for your new job. It was a small mercy to have to relocate while heartbroken over your relationship. When your friends check in on you, you always act okay. They will never understand why you still long for the relationship, so you never tell them.
“Promise me that you will open up again, don’t let yourself close again. The world needs you in it,” Pierre said during the breakup, tears in his eyes.
“I may never open up the way I did for you,” your voice is shaky as you admit it. Pierre brought out the best in you. He noticed right away how reserved you were, and he promised you that he’d be a brave man so you could open up too. He was, and soon you believe you needed a brave man.
You step out into the pouring rain in Milan. The streets are familiar comfort. Your company booked a hotel painfully close to Pierre’s apartment. The sensation is similar to the one of your first fight. You wonder if Pierre thinks of it in the shower and misses it.
Your rain-soaked body standing in the streets as you quietly argued about something.
“Do you hate me?” you ask, tears mixed with the rain.
“God no, I could never. I’m sorry, mon amour, this fight is trivial,” Pierre pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your lips in apology.
“I love you, Pierre,” you say for the first time. You silently wondered if the trivial argument was hazing for the cruel sorority of WAGs that you had to pledge. If it was, you’d do it every time to be with Pierre.
To this day, you still mean what you said in the rain. Even after six months, you still miss him. You miss him so much it makes you angry. The wondering about what he was doing and how he spoke of you to his friends made you want to set fire to this god forsaken city. Maybe you should hire a priest to exorcise whatever demon is living in you, even if you die screaming. You hope Pierre would hear about it, then maybe he would know how much you are hurting.
You shake out of your trance and walk back into your hotel, taking a warm shower and put on clean clothes.
“Come on, Y/n, we are going to a bar down the street,” your coworker knocks on your door. Alcohol. Alcohol would help you drown Pierre from your thoughts.
You approach the all too familiar bar and you want to dig your heels into the ground and not go in. Maybe you are being irrational, he’s probably racing this weekend. You weren’t wrong, except they are racing in Monza.
Your stomach flips as you hear the live band, it’s Thursday. You order your usual, saying hello to the person who was your favorite bartender, and sit in the booth with your coworkers, one that has a perfect view of the bar, and shitty lighting. You throw your drink back.
You walk back up to the bar, needing another shot. You can’t help but to look at the booth you used to haunt. Pierre is looking equally miserable as you. He looks like he wants to be anywhere but here and like he will be sick as a girl who is absolutely not his type sits in your spot.
“He hasn’t been the same since you left, never makes it past your song when he’s forced to bring a girl on a date. He leaves with his tail between his legs, like a puppy,” the bartender says, pouring you a gummy bear shot because you never were able to take a normal shot, noticing your longing eyes.
“I can’t believe he’s here, that I’m here,” you throw the shot back, ordering another drink to sip.
“He still gets up on reflex, I am starting to think he pictures you sitting across from him,” the bartender adds, and the band seems to notice you too. “Go for it, you two look equally miserable,” the bartender says as the first few notes are played by the band. You watch Pierre get up from the booth as you walk around the bar. His eyes are on his empty hand, not noticing you. You take his hand.
“Y/n?” The ghost of your name on his lips like a prayer. You still can’t believe he’s here.
“Pierre,” you smile softly, dancing with him to the music, everything right in the world for those couple minutes. The girl leaves your seat and the bar. You take your rightful spot across from Pierre and everything feels right again.
“What are you doing here? Last time I checked you were living in New Zealand,” Pierre asks, heart pounding.
“Work, sorry if this is weird, my coworkers chose the bar. We were sitting in a booth and it didn’t feel right sitting there,” you laugh a little.
“I’m so glad that you are here, I’ve missed you so much,” he grabs your hand, pressing a kiss to it.
“I’ve missed you too. You never turned off your location either,” you point out, his face flaming.
“What were we doing? I’ve been miserable without you,” Pierre admits.
“I don’t know, but I’ve been miserable too,” you tell him, the band’s music in the background taking you back to when you and Pierre were together.
“Are you busy this weekend?”
“Why?”
“I have an extra paddock pass, it would mean the world to me for you to watch from the garage,” all you can do is nod.
“I should get back to my coworkers,” you sigh.
“Even though you’d rather stay with me?” Pierre reads your mind, you nod in confirmation. “I’ll join you,” Pierre grabs his front and follows you to the large booth that isn’t right because it isn’t yours. Pierre sits beside you, an arm around your waist.
“I’ll walk you back to your hotel,” Pierre says, kissing the side of your head. You were ready to leave but your coworkers wanted to stay.
“Thanks, Pierrot,” his heart flutters at the nickname. He follows you to your hotel, a block from his apartment.
“Want me to pick you up on my way to the track?” Pierre asks, leaning against the wall beside your hotel room.
“I’ll have meetings during free practice one, I can find my way there for free practice two,” you say, making no move to go inside your room.
“I’ll leave the pass for you at the front desk, then maybe we can get dinner at that little restaurant you like after?” Pierre asks and you nod.
“Pierre, what are we doing?” you ask, looking at him.
“I don’t know, but I do know that I’d like to try again. I’ve been happier the past few hours than I have been in months,” he admits.
“I’d like that too,” you agree. Pierre moves off the wall, his hands holding your head gently as he kisses you.
Yuki and Charles are happy to see you again, and on Sunday, Pierre finally has something to race for. He makes it into P8 and you are so proud.
Pierre spends the off week getting reacquainted with you when you aren’t working. You spend a couple nights in his apartment, happy to see nothing has changed.
“We are making this work this time,” Pierre says as he holds you close, dancing to your song at the bar, the night before you fly back to New Zealand.
“I’m glad you were here last week,” you rest your head on his shoulder as you sway.
“Old habits die screaming,” he says softly.
When you and Pierre get married, that band plays at your wedding reception, and your first dance is to your song.
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yuki is literally a child idk what anyone else says, argue 👏 with 👏 a 👏 wall 😭 [not mine!!]
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scout-likes-sharks · 2 days
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Lewis at the Met🫶🫶
You know what I need? I need a bunch of the drivers to go next year, a whole ass group of them; and I need them to be dressed to the nines
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wundurrae · 2 days
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@rattatoinger
saw someone do something similar and got motivated lol
I present to you…Albert rates F1!!! ( but they know nothing )
(parentheses is my input)
Oscar Piastri: He’s so me! He kind of looks like a side character in a Disney movie, he looks like the best friend of a Disney original movie whose there for like the first 10 minutes of the movie and then you never see him again. He’s silly.
Lando Norris: He has very strange unexplainable vibes. If he was next to me on a bus I’d scoot away. If he was my Uber driver I would play those “play this if you feel unsafe” audios. He also looks like he’s gonna have a mental breakdown. One curly fry in his normal fries away from ending it all. Probably be really good at the uncanny valley trend ( for some reason ).
George Russell: He looks like a middle school boy. Like an elementary school boy. He looks like when you open Facebook and there’s just a random kid. Looks like he’s the little brother of someone at a pta meeting. He made everyone play airplanes with him at recess. Looks like he’d help an old lady across the street but the wrong way.
Lewis Hamilton: Looks like a Dhar Mann actor. Would go on strike. “So you see…” If you stared at him for too long his eye would start twitching. Would flip if you ask him if he’s okay after that. Would be bandit in that one obstacle course bluey episode where he cheats and throws bluey to win.
Charles Leclerc: If he sneezed too hard his hair would jump off and crawl away. A creature. Polite, but a creature nonetheless. Really nice and great but if he stubbed his toe he’d start speaking in tongues. ( When showed a picture of a younger Charles ): he looks like that kid who cried cause his cat was gonna get sold.
Carlos Sainz: gives off the vibe of the guy who green screens himself onto the TikTok thirst traps. If I was in a coffee shop and he was behind me in line I’d get out of line to get away from him.
Max Verstappen: If there was a Minecraft movie he’d play Steve. Really square ( not sure if that’s a compliment ). Would give up his bus seat to a pregnant mother. Delightful. Would be scared of snap bracelets.
Sergio Perez: ( There was silence for a good minute ). Looks like the male version of “A single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids and never stops.” Tucks phantom hair behind his ear and bats his eyelashes.
Logan Sergeant: Looks like Preston plays. Looks like he gets called a meow meow on tumblr. Would insist on watching horror movies but then scream and hide behind the couch when anything remotely scary happens. If he smiled really wide all of his molars would be gold teeth.
Alex Albon: He looks like if Mikey from tmnt was a person. Would partake in the trend where people do the spin and their boyfriends run in and grab them. Would have eaten glue as a kid. Gives off square marble vibes. Spoon in the fork drawer. Would also give up his seat to a pregnant mother.
Fernando Alonso: He has the human eyes that dogs have. Wouldn’t scoot away, I would just get nervous everytime he moves. At least once in his life has held out a hat for a penny.
Lance Stroll: Looks like he posts TikTok thirst traps but all the comments are making fun of him. Would turn around and say “so erm…that just happened.” Give the waiter a stink eye if they took too long to get his water. The villain in the Dhar Mann universe. Would be given a shitty redemption arc that doesn’t redeem him.
Esteban Ocon: ( Would have said toxic masculinity but saw the photo of him with the face mask things on ). Looks like he glued his hair back on. Looks like nat the rat from Barbie island princess. Why does he have an eagle? Looks like he was born in 2017 and never left. Also gives off “erm…so that just happened.”
Pierre Gasly: Is he ugly on purpose?
Yuki Tsunoda: I like him! Looks like he’d be mischaracterized by an entire fandom. Would be called “a little bean” and never be able to escape it. Guides an old lady across the street but the right way. Tried an ouija board and got cursed. Would say he’s a pro gamer but only plays fortnite and is kinda bad.
Daniel Ricciardo: Coquette. Looks like he sings the song that goes “Baby lock them doors and turns them lights down low.” Gives off the vibes of the “ROOTBEER” guy. ( when shown one specific picture ) LOOKS LIKE THE THUMB PEOPLE FROM SPY KIDS.
Nico Hulkenberg: Looks like a street interviewer. “Reminds me of Johnny Bravo as well” If Johnny Test was raised in a normal family with good values. Looks like a very distant cousin twice removed of Gordon Ramsey. Unironically listens to Ed Sheeran and plays it REALLY loud. You’d catch him humming “Shape of You” Looks like he’d go to a library solely for picture books. The uncle that only shows up to weddings and gets absolutely wasted. He probably ate his twin in the womb.
Kevin Magnussen: Thought his name was Kevin Magnussy. Is always in pain, even just a little bit. Turned 9 and went “augh my knees…” Eats garnishes off dishes ( forced to specify: grabs them full force with closed fist, gripping it, shoves it into his mouth and then goes back to normal ). If you tried to tell him about your interests he’d go “haha yeah” and walk away. Looks like he’d say “Don’t kill yourself…You’re so sexy haha”
Zhou Guanyu: ( When learning about his cat ) Sweetcorn? That’s cute! Would hear about controversial topics but does not research. He definitely posts fake paparazzi videos. Reminds me of the baby in the sardines commercial in cloudy with a chance of meatballs.
Valterri Bottas: Looks like Bertram. Drinks the ink out of pens ( force to specify: would drink the ink out of pens, you’d come back and ask him where it went, deny involvement but all of the ink would pour out of his mouth ). Looks like he purposefully goes into target and scratches the bottoms of Stanley cups off to give everyone lead poisoning.
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