#yes the fia should have done something about it

[acrosstobear]

ALPINE ARE PROTESTING THE PROTEST. THIS DO BE WILD.

#formula 1 #f1 #us gp 2022 #alpine #honestly the mirror came off the car while he was driving #it was dangerous point blank #yes the fia should have done something about it

[sbdskate]

Laws of Attraction (Part 3) - DR x lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: McLaren is in breach of contract, dr3 hires a lawyer to deal with the aftermath. Tropes ensue. Slow burn. Enemies(kind of) -> Friends/colleagues -> Lovers

Pairing: lawyer!fem!reader x Daniel Ricciardo

Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, sexual themes, NSFW for a hot sec

Word Count: 2,604

A/N: It’s been a while! I’m sorry I’ve been MIA, work/life took over. Thank you everyone who read Parts 1 and 2, and thank you for your patience. I realize there is likely going to be a part 4, and given the ~significant~ break I apologize for the cliff hanger. Friendly reminder that this is still new to me, so I appreciate any and all feedback both positive and constructive. Enjoy!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue 1

You were thankful for the two-week break, again hoping the distance would subdue your growing crush. Much to your dismay, you had inceptioned yourself. The seed of physical attraction developed into more despite every attempt to nip it in the bud. To make matters worse, he texted you twice a day every day while you were away: one work related and one miscellaneous – a cute dog he saw cross the street, a yummy meal he had, a song he thought you might like, other general statements of opinion. Eventually the latter turned into plans for the U.S. grand prix. You didn’t quite understand his fascination with the whole cowboy americana aesthetic, perhaps because you grew up in the states so you were disillusioned to it. But it made him happy which you found endearing. He had asked for your input when he was undecided on which boots to get, and excitedly texted you pictures of an American flag bomber jacket and ostentatious belt buckles. You shot him with a few pleasant but short responses, whatever sparks joy or love that journey for you. Two days before press day though, you received a message that made you question your entire career path.  

DR: Can I bring a horse to press day? You blinked a few times at your phone.

Y/N: To clarify, you want me to research FiA rules to see if you can bring a horse to the paddock and I will get paid for that time?

DR: Yes [insert horse emoji]

You swore this would be your last celebrity client. You couldn’t believe you went to law school for this.

Y/N: Yes, you can bring a horse. It just needs a badge pass like any other guest which you would need to submit 24 hrs in advance.

DR: What if you don’t know the horse’s name?

Y/N: Press day is in two days and you don’t actually have a horse?

This was by far the strangest client interaction you had ever had. First you were in disbelief from the initial question, and now here you were less than an hour later incredulous that your client didn’t actually have a horse lined up for his arrival to the circuit in forty-eight hours. Oh how the turn tables.  

DR: Well I just thought of the idea, so no.

Y/N: It’s a horse, Daniel. I’m pretty sure you can just make up a name, it’s not like it’s going to perjure itself.

So when you got there for press day in your pink suit, prepared for meetings with other teams to discuss reserve seats, it took everything in your power to keep a straight face as Daniel strode in on Horsey McHorseface, with handler and country singer in tow. As a human being with a soul, it was objectively hilarious and you loved that he gave zero fucks, understanding that this very well may be his farewell tour. As his attorney though, you wished he had gone something for a little more subtle. He tipped his cowboy hat and winked as he passed you. You crossed your arms and rolled your eyes, but your body was on fire. The whole stunt was absurdly corny, it shouldn’t have done anything for you and yet you were undeniably turned on.

You went about your respective days, yours’ filled with back-to-back team meetings. You should have been laser focused, but you struggled to maintain your composure as you fought off visions of Daniel’s mustache adorned face between your legs. You reconnected at the end of the day so the two of you could debrief to discuss your findings. You kept your eyes on your notes in the hopes that avoiding his gaze would keep fantasies of you riding him like a show pony at bay. Flashbacks of the gentle roll of his hips on the horse threatened your demeanor, but you pushed through. Thankful to have made it through the exchange with your dignity mostly intact, you made your way towards the door when you thought the meeting had ended. However, you realized Daniel wasn’t moving.

You waited in the doorway, turning to face him. “Are you coming?”

He paused. “I actually wanted to ask you something.”

You closed the door again, thinking he had more questions about Red Bull or Mercedes. “You can ask me anything. What’s up?”

He took a deep breath. “…Do you want to come to the race on Sunday?”

You chuckled, assuming he was simply nervous about the race. “You know I come to all your races, it’s good facetime with the other teams.” You gave him a reassuring smile. Could you sense nerves?

“I know! Which is great. But I meant… as a guest. I thought maybe you could leave the work at home for a day. Consider it a thank you for all your hard work.”

“Oh.” Your breath caught in your throat. Your mind went through every worst case scenario, trying to think of an out. You drew a blank.

“Oh what the heck. Twist my arm, I suppose I could swing it.” You did your best to suppress your eagerness, despite feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. He grinned, but not before your phone rang. “Ah shoot it’s Joe. I gotta go, but I’ll see you Sunday!”

You passed Lando on your way out who suggestively wriggled his eyebrows at you, seeing both you and Daniel with dumb smiles plastered on your faces. You jokingly flipped him off as you continued your conversation with your boss.

-

You decided to leave the suits at home since you technically weren’t in client meetings. The Texas heat was oppressive – you wanted to be comfortable but not scandalous. You didn’t think the denim short/cowboy boot combo would be appropriate, and it really wasn’t your thing anyways. Instead you settled on a flowy yellow midi sundress. You stared at your work tote longer than you should have. Rarely did you go anywhere without it, you were paid handsomely in part because you were available 24/7. Throwing caution to the wind, you grabbed a small crossbody bag instead.

You made your way over to Daniel when you arrived at the paddock. He looked concerned as his eyes traveled over the crowds.  

“Everything ok?”

“Oh, I was just looking for my lawyer, not sure if you’ve seen her. She’s about yay-tall, wearing a stuffy suit.”

You wrinkled your nose at his jab at your casual outfit, you lightly shoved him. “Very funny. I know it’s shocking but I do own and wear other clothes when I’m not working.”

“I wasn’t aware you didn’t work,” he jested.

“If we’re being technical about it…I can still get emails on my phone.”

In the midst of a comfortable chuckle, his hand found its way to the small of your back as he walked you to where you would be watching the race. You felt electricity course through you at the soft touch. You debated on whether to remove it, but decided it was an innocent enough gesture.

You both stopped when you got to Lando and his girlfriend. Realizing who you would be enjoying the day with, the optics of all of this began to dawn on you. It was too late to back out now.

“Well, this is where I leave you. You two behave yourselves.”

“No promises!” Luisinha called after the boys. You gave Daniel a small smile and wave as they walked away, your confidence shrinking. Luisinha, a literal model, was even more stunning in person. Internalized insecurities you thought you moved past long ago made themselves comfortable in your mind. You were proud of the person you had grown into, inside and out. You were all about women supporting women and you knew you shouldn’t compare yourself to her, nor did you have any reason to. All the same, you felt small and insignificant next to her. It also made you realize even if you were not his lawyer, there was no way in a million years you had a shot with The Daniel Riccardo, charming world renown Formula 1 driver who had his choice of any woman on the planet.  

It was a humbling realization, which ultimately boded well for you. In setting your delusions aside, you resolved to have a lovely day of racing with hopefully a new friend and nothing more. You felt a calm rush over you and relished in the freedom that came without the weight of expectations.

You turned to Luisinha with a warm grin. “Hi, I’m y/n.”

-

Unfortunately, the good company did not translate to a good race. You were happy for Lando who placed a strong 6th, but with all the hype leading up to it, Daniel had only finished 16th. You heart broke for him as you waited by while he gave his post race interviews, his signature smile notably absent. He excused himself after the last interview, and you silently followed him. When you caught up, you found him sitting on the floor in quiet corridor, his back against the wall and his head in his hands. Saying nothing, you sat down next to him. The two of you remained like that for a while, a quiet understanding silently exchanged.

Eventually you check the time. The beginning of the weekend had held the promise of potential, with big plans to hit the town to match. But in a death by a thousand cuts, today’s race delt a final blow to the driver’s confidence. You were sure at this point a party of any kind was the last thing Daniel wanted. You cautiously broke the silence.

“I’m sorry about the race. We don’t have to do anything you’re not up for.”

He briefly hesitated, but weakly smiled for the first time since that morning. “Are you joking? I’m not passing up a chance to go out in my favorite city. I can rally, promise.”

You gave him a knowing glance, understanding he was putting on a brave face. What for, you couldn’t tell.

“Well, you have six hours left of work-free y/n. I’m at your disposal.”

“What happens in six hours?”

“I turn into a pumpkin,” you quipped. You bumped shoulders and smiled. With that, he stood up first and offered his hand to pull you to your feet. Without letting go, he started walking.

“Excuse me, where are we going?”

He chimed back with a line you had heard before: “I know a place.”

-

You ended up in a dive bar with some of the other drivers and their significant others. It was the first time you had met a lot of the others aside from Lando. Perhaps it was because they weren’t your clients, but you found yourself somewhat starstruck. It’s not that you hadn’t seen them around the paddock, but it felt like the first time you were truly brushing elbows with them. You were sure Lewis couldn’t have such flawless skin up close, nor could Carlos’ hair be so voluptuous, yet there they were in the flesh right next to you. You needed a drink to loosen up, and the McLaren crew had had a rough day. Coming in hot, you ordered a round of pickle back shots.

Luisinha was equally fascinated and disgusted. “What is this again? And why are there two? And why is one… green?”

“First you do the shot of whiskey, and then you chase it with a shot of pickle juice. The pickle juice neutralizes the burn from the whiskey and it has electrolytes so it’s kind of healthy!” She hesitantly sniffed the pickle juice and grimaced. You laughed, “Don’t ask questions, just drink. You’ll love it!”

A few more shots and beers later, your inhibitions had dissipated and you were dancing sloppily with Luisinha, feeling the base from the live band through the soles of your shoes. Work, for the first time in months, was the furthest thing from your mind. As you twirled and jumped and sang off key to your heart’s content, you failed to notice the familiar presence of your client approaching.

“Is it ok if I join? I come bearing gifts,” Daniel asked as he shimmied his way into your circle, handing out another round of beers. You can’t help the ear-to-ear smile that makes its way to your face.

“Come dance with us!” you shout over the sound of the bar. Luisinha raises an eyebrow. You both got along swimmingly during the race, and in that time you had clearly conveyed to her that you were Daniel’s lawyer and nothing more. “I’d get on that if I were you,” she teased at the time. You had laughed it off and dismissed it immediately. But seeing the two of you now with your rosy cheeks and lazy smiles, she was fully invested in stirring the pot.

The night’s debauchery continued, Luisinha secretly observing your exchanges. So when Lando tried talking to Daniel about race things, she not-so-discreetly intercepted.

“Honey, why don’t we go grab some more drinks?” Lando, clearly confused, was not picking up what she was putting down.

“What? But I just got us another rou-“  

“Pleeeaaase, I’m so thirsty I need some water!” At this point she simply grabbed his wrist and dragged him away, but not before throwing a wink in your direction.

In your drunken stupor, you weren’t exactly picking up what she was putting down either. All you knew was that you were having a blast. So you decided to keep dancing with Daniel, ignorant to the fact that the crowd had begun to thin. It started with the two of you attempting and failing miserably at line dancing. Which led to you trying to teach him square dancing that you learned in the fifth grade. You lost track of how many times you stepped on each other’s feet and between fits of laughter, you didn’t realize how your hands were comfortably intertwined or the distance between your bodies decreasing.  

He spun you away and back in. As you twirled into him a final time, your chests crashed into each other and your hand landed on his shoulder while his found its way to your waist. It was only in that moment with your faces inches apart that you became suddenly aware of your proximity. Feeling his breath tickle your face, you felt like your heart was going to beat its way out of your chest. Your gaze lowers to his plump lips then back to his eyes, counting the freckles. Your laughter slowed, unsure of what was so funny a minute ago.

You broke eye contact to look at the hand resting on his shoulder. What happened next felt like an eternity, but likely only lasted a few seconds. In one moment, you were relishing the feeling of his strong muscles under your touch and the warmth emanating from him, taking note of the rise and fall of your chests in unison, your pulse extending to the furthest reaches of your fingertips. Then, in a quick turn for the worst, your eyes fell to your wrist. According to your watch, you should’ve turned into a pumpkin two hours ago. The haze of the day and the bar and the alcohol lifted, reality quickly setting back in. In a sobering moment, you met his eyes again desperately trying to telecommunicate what you couldn’t put into words. Was he aware of the delicate bubble you two had created for yourselves? Did he realize how fragile it was? Did he know it just burst?

You stepped away from him. “I’m sorry,” was all you could muster before you turned and left.   

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[dumbkiri]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝔾𝕠𝕛𝕠 𝕊𝕒𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕦 『2』

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ: ꜰʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄʀᴜᴍʙʟᴇ

Blessed energy comes with a price of unwanted memories. Sukuna may have kept [Name]'s ancestor locked away from her true lover. But in this life, it wasn't going to happen. Satoru and [Name] are a perfect match like Shoko said.

Song used in this fic: Davy Jones by Fia Orädd

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“Satoru, this is a lot of stuff,” [Name] tried to stop Gojo from presenting her with so many gifts. Yet the man did not agree with her. His sunglasses slipped down the bridge of his nose to gaze into her pretty [e.color] eyes. 

“I need to make sure you have everything for your new garden. Shoko will have you divorce me if I don’t provide you with things you need for your hobby.” He set the fertilizer bag down on the floor and walked back to the entrance of the grand estate. 

Yes, [Name] was quickly moved into his house and her servants were also moved into the place. The lonely heirs were welcomed to make a home with each other. She found it best that Gojo was the only one for her. They were friends in high school after all and [Name] would be lying if she said that she didn’t have a crush on Gojo. 

“Well, that was towards different men, Satoru.” [Name] followed her fiance to the backyard and the size of it caught her eyes. It was a blank slate, with only green luscious grass planted for her imagination to take over. 

“It’s amazing, huh?” Gojo startled her and he set the multiple bags of fertilizer down on the grass. “It didn’t take a long time to get rid of whatever was back here. Some trees, ugly boulders, old fountains…and more. I couldn’t wait to get rid of the old stuff and see what new things you can make.” 

[Name] smiled happily and wiped the tears out of her eyes before Gojo could see them, but he was already teasing her. “You cryin’, pretty girl?” He leaned in front of her face and smirked at her. 

“No,” [Name] stubbornly denied and looked into his sparkling blue eyes, “again, thank you, Satoru. You’re doing a lot for me now.” 

Her genuine thanks pulled him out of his teasing and he backed up, ignoring her piercing gaze. “Yeah, it’s no problem at all. By the way, we should talk about marriage stuff.” 

“Oh yeah,” [Name] ran into the house and came back with a blanket to set on the grass. She fixed it up for both of them and sat down on her knees looking up at Gojo expectantly. Gojo followed and sat across from her. One leg was stretched out to her and the other was bent so he could rest his elbow on his knee. 

“Obviously the old men want an heir from my family and yours, so it’s hitting two birds with one stone. But I don’t want to be rushed and I know you don’t either. When we have a kid on the way, we should expect them to try to make the leash on us tight. Well they can try to tame me, but you,” Gojo took his glasses off and set them in between his legs, “You need to fight them off. I don’t want you to take orders from any of them.” 

“Satoru, that’s easier said than done. You actually have the will to fight them,” [Name] looked away from him and focused on his glasses, “I’m just a woman in their eyes.” 

“You’re different, you’re my woman. You’re Gojo [Name] now. The same way I belong to you, you belong to me. The same way I argue with them and flaunt my strength, you can as well. Don’t be afraid of them, they can’t do anything to you.” 

His words made her heart flutter and a blush fanned across her cheeks. She looked up at him and sighed. The blush went away with the thoughts that clouded her mind. .

“There’s something you should know, Satoru. About my family and why I’m the only one alive.”

[Name] let her hand hover over the grass and let it tickle her palm, “My mom was a reincarnation of the King of Curses’ concubine. Her name was [L.Name] Nami and it’s said that Nami was Sukuna’s favorite. My mother told me that the blessed energy we carry is because Nami prayed to God for protection from that abomination. And God has seen how faithful she had been to him and he sealed her gentle spirit in a red rose.” 

“Red rose? You mean the flower at the center of the garden at the school contains [L.Name] Nami’s spirit?” Gojo curiously asked, he turned on his side and put his head in his hand. He watched [Name] nod her head and she confirmed it, “Yeah, no one can get past the blessed glass if they are not a [L.Name]. I am the only one capable of releasing Nami’s soul, but I was only told to do so if she wanted it.” 

“And how would you know if she wanted it?” 

[Name] shrugged her shoulders and whispered, “My mother passed away before she could explain it. But I was tasked with keeping Nami at peace by singing, dancing and gardening. I love flowers just as much as she did. I planted as many flowers and cared for them as much as Nami did. I sing any song she wishes and I dance like she used to do. It allows her more freedom than Sukuna ever granted her.” 

Gojo sat up and held her attention by saying, “Well then, my dear [Name], to make the mood lighter. I have a gift for you!”

“Another one, Satoru?” [Name] asked, relaxing her shoulders and raising an eyebrow in question. 

Her fiance laughed and showed off a box that contained a sparkly diamond ring inside. She could see how hard he tried to keep the simplicity for her, but she saw how hard it was for him. Because the ring was anything, but simple. “Oh, Satoru, a simple band would have satisfied me,” She placed her hand over her chest and could feel her heart beating fast in excitement. 

“Nope!” He disagreed and set the box on the floor to pull her closer to him. His large hands rested on her waist and he dragged her forward, her knees in between his legs. Gojo picked the ring out and held his hand out for hers to be placed in it. 

[Name] beamed in happiness and set her hand in his. She felt his thumb rub her knuckles and take a firm grasp onto her hand. With the ring, he slid it onto her ring finger and picked her hand up to witness it dazzle in the sun’s light. 

“It’s perfect, Satoru.” 

Her voice called out to him and she interlocked her hand with his and she leaned forward. Her nose touching the tip of his own. “Satoru, do you remember our first kiss?” 

“I do,” He whispered with a childish grin, “You were practically begging me with those pretty eyes of yours. I couldn’t resist.” 

“Are you going to resist today?” She asked innocently. 

Gojo slipped his other hand behind her neck and shook his head, “I never can.” Then he planted his lips onto her waiting ones. This blooming love was going to grow this time, Gojo promised within. He wasn’t going to let his regrets and sorrows hold him back. He pushed her away once and she never fought back. 

Now that he had her, he wasn’t going to let her go. 

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Gojo was showing Yuji around the school after he was allowed to freely walk the school grounds. He was excited to start a new life at this school and make new friends. His new teacher was babbling about life at Jujustu High when a voice growled at him.

“Oi, brat.”

Yuji could hear his sensei’s voice fade away when Sukuna spoke to him. That cursed being was louder than his own. It was quite annoying. 

“What is it this time? Gojo-sensei irritating you again by-”

“Shut up and listen.” 

Yuji closed his mouth and there was a soft melody that caught the attention of his ears. It sounded nice and peaceful. Before he knew it, his feet were taking him in the direction where the soft melody was playing. 

And his eyes looked at the entrance of a garden. There was an archway of sunflowers while the main entrance was filled with different colored rose bushes. A bench was on the right side with a trash bin, then the stone path led into a maze-like area where more flowers were planted. 

“Wow, who knew the principal and Gojo-sensei could take care of a garden like this.” 

“This isn’t the work of stupid men. This is a woman’s touch.”

Sukuna growled in Yuji’s head and the teenage boy could agree with him a bit. Was he going to admit it? 

“You don’t have to. I can hear your thoughts.” 

Yuji rolled his eyes and continued to go into the garden. Although the soft melody stopped, he felt that he was going the right way because of the atmosphere. There was something that was calling out to him and Yuji felt at home the closer he got to whatever he was looking for. 

After a few minutes of walking in the maze, Yuji’s eyes scanned the new area he was in. If he was right, he knows he’s at the center of the garden with the hedges towering over him. The area was circular with shallow pools around the smooth arches. He spotted koi fish swimming along the lily pads and dragonflies resting on them.

The smooth pebbles crunched beneath his shoes as he walked along the path into the center. What caught his eyes the most was the single red rose that sparkled in the glass container on a stone pillar. He was so mesmerized by the image and he walked closer to it. 

His hand reached out to the glass container and he pulled back instantly when a voice spoke to him. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He peeked around the single rose and saw a woman kneeling down on the pebbles behind it. She was wearing a red blouse and black slacks with her red heels by her bag of fish food. “That glass container is surrounded by blessed energy, it’ll hurt the demon inside you a lot.”

“Ah, I’m so sorry for intruding!” Yuji bowed a million times and the woman chuckled with her hand lifted up to her smile. She pushed herself off the floor away from the koi fish that begged for her attention. She grabbed her heels in one hand and walked to the pillar that showed off the rose.

“You can touch it if you want though. It won’t hurt you as much as it will for him.” 

Yuji tilted his head in confusion while Sukuna snapped, “You better not! I’ll kill you!”

Yuji looked from the flower and back to the woman who proceeded to give him a kind smile. She gestured to the flower with her soft hands and cooed, “I promise you it’ll just be a tingle of electricity for you, Yuji.” 

He didn’t question how she knew his name. Instead he reached his hand out to the glass and palmed the top of the oval shape. Yuji chuckled and felt the tingles of electricity traveling up his arm and looping around his whole body. “Whoa~ You’re right! It’s like waking up my foot when it falls asleep! It’s so weird!” 

[Name] hummed and asked, “How does Sukuna feel?” 

Yuji released the hold on the glass and wiped his hand on his uniform. He wasn't hearing anything from the cursed king. “Uhhh, he’s not saying anything actually. He’s very silent right now.” 

[Name] pressed her lips in a thin line and said softly, “Good, that tends to happen when blessed and cursed energy clash. Blessed energy will always overpower cursed energy, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. With blessed energy, I can exercise curses with a swipe of my hand. I can heal wounds inflicted by curses. But it takes a lot of energy out of me. Lowering the barrier for you to interact with the glass was a risky move, but Sukuna is weak right now.” 

The woman laid her hands on the glass and a flash of gold blinded Yuji to which he covered his eyes quickly. Then he blinked a few times to see thorny vines rise up from the ground to wrap itself around the pillar then the glass which the red rose was in. 

“Please, don’t touch this glass anymore. The barrier is much stronger and the electric shock can stop your heart.” 

Her voice was gentle, but the warning was harsh. Yuji swallowed the lump in his throat and he looked around the area awkwardly. He didn’t know what to say next. He doesn’t even know how to leave the maze. 

“So what’s your name?” He asked stuffing his hands into his pockets. 

“My name is [Name], but respectfully, it is Go-”

“Sing that wretched song, whore.”

Yuji slapped the mouth that appeared on the side of his cheek suddenly and he looked at [Name] nervously. “It-It seems Sukuna is back from the dead…aha..”

[Name] stared at Yuji with wide eyes as she walked up closer to him. Her hand laid gently on his and she pulled it away from the smaller mouth that cursed at her. “And what song is it that you want to hear?” She asked and resisted the urge to poke Sukuna’s one eye ball underneath Yuji’s eye. 

“Traitorous bitch, you should know what song I’m talking about. The melody you played to catch my attention and led me into the garden. That song.”

“Ahh~” [Name] whispered and backed away from Yuji, “that song is for her lover. It’s not meant to be sung for you. I only played that melody on the music box to ease her soul. She felt you, you know? Your disgusting energy doesn’t mix with her holy one.” 

“Sing that song!”

Yuji flinched from the outburst Sukuna had and he was surprised to see the woman stand tall and confident in his presence. Without saying anything, she pulled a small music box from her pocket and set it on the pillar. [Name] twisted the knob sticking out and let the melody play. 

She walked up to Yuji and took his hands into her own. She laid his right hand on her waist and kept his left hand in her right one. She began leading him into a dance and Yuji fumbled a bit while Sukuna scolded him, “Don’t mess up the flow. She won’t connect with us if you don’t follow her lead.” 

“What are you talking about? I seriously have no idea what’s going on!” Yuji silently yelled at Sukuna as he watched the woman’s [e.color] eyes flicker with a hint of gold in them. 

“Cruel and cold, like winds in the sea.” [Name] sung softly to Yuji and Sukuna leading them in her dance of song. 

“Will you ever return to me?” Yuji subconsciously followed [Name]’s footsteps as he began to lose himself in her beautiful eyes.

“Hear my voice, sing with the tide.” They danced around the red rose and it was starting to glow the same golden color that was in her eyes.

“My love will never die.” Yuji looked back at the woman and the scenery changed around them when he did. The air around them was warm and he felt his bare feet dig into the sand below him. “Wait, where are my shoes?” He questioned and looked around him again. 

They weren’t in the garden instead they were at a beach and the woman was kneeling down in the sand holding onto a red rose desperately. “Sukuna, where are we?’

“Shut up and pay attention.” 

Yuji stopped asking questions and from the corner of his eyes he watched a man with white hair approach the woman with [h.color] hair. The woman didn’t stop singing nor did she acknowledge Yuji’s presence anymore. 

“Over waves and deep in the blue.” The man with striking blue eyes raised the woman to a standing position.

“I will give up my heart for you.” The woman smiled up at the man and handed him the rose with a loving look in her eyes.

“Ten long years I’ll wait to go by. My love will never die.” The man accepted the rose and pulled her in for a kiss until they both stopped to look straight at Yuji. The woman’s eyes were full of fear while the man was full of anger.

The man put his hands on her face and sang to her, but it was still the woman’s voice, “Come, my love, be one with the sea.” 

“Rule with me for eternity.” The man was pleading with her as he tried to shake her from her stupor. But she couldn’t keep her eyes off Yuji. 

“Drown all dreams so mercilessly and leave their souls to me.” The warm atmosphere was turning cold and Yuji felt a shiver run up his spine. The once blue sky was turning into a deep red color and the sea was dark and murky. 

“Play the song you sang long ago.” The man with white hair released her and stood in front of her protectively. His deadly blue eyes staring directly at Yuji to instill fear in him. It worked, Yuji was afraid, but his feet dug deeper into the stand. 

“And wherever the storm may blow, you will find the key to my heart. We’ll never be apart.” The man raised his head up high, challenging Yuji to take away his woman. But the teenager wasn’t that dumb. There was no way- What the?!

Yuji’s body started moving on its own towards the couple and before the two could start fighting, the woman stepped in between the two with tears in her eyes. Yuji could see her giving up herself to him to save her lover from his rage. 

Yuji roughly grabbed onto her arm and dragged her across the sand. He was suddenly stopped when the woman was grabbed by her lover. The white haired man stared into the woman’s eyes and sang, “Wild and strong, you can’t be contained.”

Yuji watched the woman look up at her lover and harshly jerked her wrist away from his tender gaze and grip.  “Never bound nor ever chained,” The man reminded her and tried to get her to stay with him. He put the rose back into her hand.

But inside, Yuji knew she wasn’t going to let a war break out because of her choice. The man stared at her with his hair shadowing his eyes and his hands crackling with electricity, “Wounds you caused will never mend and you will never end.”

Yuji successfully took the woman away from the stranger and the scenery changed. He saw mangled corpses of humans littered across the floor and houses were destroyed in his wake of rage. When he saw his temple, Yuji tossed the woman into a cell and she sang the last part of the song. She crumbled to her knees, not even casting a glance his way.

The red rose was still in her hand, blood dripping down her arm as she clenched the thorny stem in her grasp. The blood ran down as fast as her silent tears did. 

“Cruel and cold, like winds on the sea. Will you ever return to me? Hear my voice, sing with the tide. My love will never die.” 

Yuji blinked and he was back in the garden with the woman staring at him with mild surprise. “That was all new for me. I’m sorry Yuji for letting you see that old memory of sorrow.” She apologized and bowed her head down in regret. 

Meanwhile Yuji waved his hands and pointed at his cheek where Sukuna would pop out from, “If anything he should apologize! Seriously, don’t worry about it! To be honest, I had no idea what happened. Was I…Was I Sukuna?” 

[Name] nodded her head and stared at the floor, “What you and I saw was a memory of the spirit that resides in that rose.” She pointed at the guarded rose and continued to explain to the teenage boy, “[L.Name] Nami was considered to be Sukuna’s lover by many sorcerers. They were further from the truth as Nami did not love Sukuna back and Sukuna could never love anyone. Instead she loved that man we saw at the beach. He was a powerful sorcerer and he rivaled Sukuna’s strength. He loved Nami more than she loved him, though she did love him immensely.”

Yuji felt extremely light headed as she explained the memory in depth. He saw quick flashes of the pictures again. “That man was willing to put his life and other lives at risk in order to save her from Sukuna. Yet she did not want that to happen. Nami did not see war as a solution, so she resigned her fate to be left in Sukuna’s hands.” 

“That…How did her soul get sealed away in the rose?” Yuji asked feeling remorse for Nami. He couldn’t imagine the horrors she witnessed being locked up in a cell and being used by Sukuna.

[Name] placed her hands on her hips and looked at the rose intently, “God heard her pleas and provided her comfort in the thing she loved most beside Him and her lover. He let her soul rest peacefully in the red rose she cherished.” 

“There you are!”

[Name] looked up and saw her fiance standing next to Yuji with his blindfold over his eyes. He clamped a strong hand down on Yuji’s shoulder and dipped down to his height to ask with a hint of a threat, “What did you do to my wife to make her blessed energy flicker in stress? You didn’t let Sukuna out did you?” 

“Satoru,” [Name] spoke up for Yuji, “All Sukuna did was ask for me to sing a song. And my stress came from a memory Nami made Yuji and I see. I was afraid that this would harm Yuji, thankfully he is okay.” 

Gojo removed his hand off Yuji’s shoulder and he walked up to [Name] with his hands holding her face. He looked down at her with deep admiration and…love? Yuji blinked and saw the couple at the beach before flickering back to reality. Was [L.Name] Nami’s old lover a member of the Gojo Family?

Yuji heard Sukuna chuckle darkly saying afterwards, “I’ll rip her from his hands again. Then I’ll show her who she truly belongs to.”

Yuji clenched his hands into tight fists and his eyes glared at the floor. He wasn’t going to let that happen. His sensei looked happy with [Name] and he was going to keep Sukuna far away from her. 

“Satoru, please, not in front of Yuji,” [Name] bashfully backed away from Gojo’s kiss and the grown man pouted. 

“Just one kiss!” Gojo shouted and [Name] quickly pressed a delicate kiss on his cheek. 

“That should be enough for you,” She said, ignoring her pestering fiance who squeezed her in a giant hug demanding for more. 

“It’s weird,” Yuji thought, analyzing the couple, “they look so much like the couple, but they’re different. [Name]-sensei is happy and full of life while Gojo-sensei shows no anger or murderous intent.”

That was only because Sukuna was not in their life. In this life, they could be together with no one separating one from the other. 

#x reader #anime imagine #manga imagine #x female reader #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #jjk x reader

[lesharl-eclair]

simi fic recs pt. 1

um i wrote half of this at 2am so.. any errors mine ::::) heed the tags etc etc i think this doesnt; need to be saisd

all fics below the cut; if you enjoyed these fics, please show the authors comment and kudo love; should you be the author of a fic that's here, and don't want to be here, please reach out to me and your wish is my command :)

individual fics first as always!

maybe just a little by neonbreadsticks (G, 4.1k)

Kimi doesn’t remember much these days. Only the soft glow of the sunlight through the beige curtains, and the smell of the flowers in the garden before they bloom. The sound of a beat-up Aston Martin idling in his driveway and his dustless shelves in his living room. The curve of Seb’s lips, pulled back against his cheeks, the crows feet that only appear when he laughs at things beyond Kimi’s level of understanding.  Kimi doesn’t remember much these days, but he remembers enough.

ok fr i cried (and proceeded to write this)

this is one of my all-time favourite simi fics because of how beautiful it is - their story isn't over-embellished, it's just given a lot of space to shine. there's a certain heartache that comes w/ the added complication of ferrari & discarding of naivete & us vs the world levels of heroic framing & the idea that seb isn't ok but kimi's there that makes the fic really bring on the waterworks for me.

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to survive the tides by @shih-coulda-had-it (T, 4.6k)

The surge of want nearly overwhelmed Sebastian’s impulse control, sorely tested since the beginning of their partnership in Ferrari, and now so worn and tattered that Sebastian almost said, ‘Yes, go ahead, take whatever you want, I will give it to you.’ Sebastian Vettel attends the 2018 FIA Prize Giving.

OH MY GOD i spent an embarrasingly long time making sure it was actually your tumblr hehehaha.

something really special about the way you wrote the interactions. everything is incredibly true to life (warily impressed at the amount of research you must have done)

there's a sense of restrained tension slash want slash bittersweet something that runs through this entire thing. am very compelled. every time i reread this it's a different experience.

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to the finnish line by @rosyjuly (E, 3.2k)

"It’s the perfect car to have some fun. Might even take the roof down.” They do. They also take Charles back to their hotel room.

can i just say i let out a very embarrassing noise when i realised who the author was on tumblr like oh my GOD. OH my goddd

SIMI DOMESTICITY SHINING THROUGH??? as unlikely as it seems in such a fic. inside jokes. the very questionable power dynamics lol. seriously torn about how to feel for charles. very brilliant unexpected characterisation.

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what a thing to choose by @thereisstillalifetolive (E, 2/2, 10.1k)

If someone had asked Kimi what he thought about Seb’s acting ability prior to this he would’ve laughed in their face, Iceman or not. Because while Seb’s ability to talk circles around a question he doesn’t want to answer is unparalleled, a reasonably trained goldfish could discern how he feels about it. Except. Right now, Kimi’s not entirely certain what year he’s actually in.

still don't know how to talk about this fic coherently it was one of the holyshit moments for me

there are still some tiny sweet moments that shine through. amidst all the Stuff going on. and the vulnerability becomes all the more devastating. like yes this is ageplay this is performance (to some extent) but it's also very real. characterisation is breathtaking, sex speaks for itself, possessive kimi + desperate seb is hmmmmhmmhm. rearranging my brain.

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thanks for reading, etc. there's loooots more simi fic recs coming your way if i can be bothered

as always, if you enjoyed this, or if i missed any fic, please let me know :) drop me an ask for any ship if you're dying to see something!

#thanks for the wait #f1 #formula 1 #claire's fic recs #kimi räikkonën #sebastian vettel #simi #charles leclerc

[manykinsmen]

Rosberg did not achieve the impossible. He had everything handed to him to beat the black driver in a German team. And he still barely did it while destroying everything.

That’s childish and unfair and you know it is.

Lewis came from a far less privileged background, yes. And Lewis has faced many difficulties in Formula 1 because of his blackness, yes. But he is also the greatest Formula 1 driver of all time just mathematically, without putting any kind of personal feeling onto it. And he proved that at Mercedes, quickly. He almost won his rookie season, Lewis has something magical and people have always been able to see that in him. Toto has always seen that in him. Ron Dennis saw that in him. Eddie Jordan saw it in him. Nico and Keke saw that in him. Everyone that got close enough saw that in him in, and it’s the case now. Yes the establishment of the FIA has never liked him, probably for racist reasons among others, but lots of important people and players always have done.

I don’t know how long you’ve been watching F1. I’ve been watching since the 90s. My first crush age four was on Michael Schumacher. And I’m a Brit - I cannot convey to you what a Prince that was Promised Lewis was when he arrived in Formula 1. He almost won the championship in his rookie season - he did in his second! He swooped right in to a top team with a seat at McLaren and started fucking shit up. That was exhilarating to half of F1 and terrifying to the other. People have said this shit about Max before his championships and Charles and now they’re saying it about George and Oscar. Let me tell you that they aren’t even in touching distance.

Nico scrapped it out at Williams and then scrapped it out at Brawn-era Mercedes. In F1, having a championship to your name immediately puts your over anyone that doesn’t. Immediately. You may not realise this with so few champions on the grid now but back in the days of the five world champions grid line up, it was a lot. Everyone else was fighting for crumbs - the world didn’t want or need more champions.

Nico had an easier path into F1, that’s more than fair to say. But once they were both there, Nico was fighting an uphill battle in a way that Lewis just wasn’t. It was like Lewis swooped in from above. Nico almost had a seat at McLaren next to Lewis, did you know that? But Button took it because he was world champion and Nico was something and nothing in a Williams. You should read up on that.

If you give Lewis his due, as you should, as we all should, then you have to accept the enormity of what Nico achieved. Lewis is the best there has ever been and Nico beat him, even if it did take everything and more, even if there were horrible consequences. And it was close, incredibly close, and there was some luck in there. But it’s disrespectful to Lewis as much as Nico to say that there wasn’t also skill.

#brocedes #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg

[themoonofblueside]

i think you either misinterpreted or underestimated max's academy statements... not only were his mom and his sister in karting, but he also had female karting buddies. he was close to women that were serious abt motorsport, he's very much aware it's a gender issue and is questioning why won't the sport do more, not why should it be done if it's not enough. but he's chickenshit abt political-y statements and wouldn't call out FIA so directly with "big" words like discrimination.

It is possible that I misinterpreted his wording, and it might've been that he's going for a "yes, yes, fia and f1 world is deefinitely not prejudiced against women, however-" tactic for the media, but this is honestly not the first time i've seen him state something like "haha of course f1 teams don't judge against genders, they'll choose whoever is faster." and it irritates me to see such...obvious false information?

I am glad max is calling for faster cars and higher ranks in racing for female drivers, i truly hope that he actually does something about it(he doesn't have to, but it's obvious that he cares for competitive racing, and as you've stated his mother did karting so i do wish that at some point max thinks "okay this is very annoying, maybe i should do something about it" because he absolutely has the power to make changes even if they're small).

Which is probably why the first part annoyed me this much, because everyone is aware that the series should be higher, but that won't change with a few think pieces here and there, and like i said, max does have some limit of power as

1) reigning champion of 3 years with championships equaling sebastian this year

2) son of an old wdc with insane amount of connections as one of the most valuable f1 drivers currently

The first part also rubbed me the wrong way, because as I've stated, max did not experience any hardships in regards to sponsorships or finding teams. That is the main problem about women not reaching f2 or f1: even if they are fast as hell, they are still seen as more vulnerable and more "risky" than men for racing. So when a guy who was born and nurtured to race without having to worry about the more economic parts of the motorsports industry and market says that "oh yeah the system is fair, teams choose whoever is faster" i can't help but bristle a little. It shows so much ignorance and honestly arrogance on max's side, and personally that part overshadows his more leveled out and nuanced questionings and opinions.

I really hope that you're right, anon, and that max is aware that it's a gender issue, but i do think that his comments feed the "the best gets to the top, so if only white men are at the top they deserve that spot" way of thinking when things are definitely more complex than that.

#sorry this is a ramble #and incoherent #but like. yeah. if this was the first time he said something like this i'd be more prone to ignore but this is a recurring theme for max now #so it annoys me #max verstappen #f1 #anon

[ranni-the-witch-official]

I have once again finished Ranni's questline before ever even getting the grace at Boiled Prawn Shack, and I went to Zorayas excitedly yelling "Hello, yes we never met before, I am your cool lesbian auntie Kass. I married your father's sister. If you ever need anything, or if you have enough of your mom bossing you around, you will always find a room in your aunts' palace on the moon. Once we have successfully murdered god, that is."

But jokes aside, if I have been told correctly, the Age of Order ending has you marry Marika symbolically, and the Age of Stars ending has you marry Ranni, and I find it a bit... sad that it never goes acknowledged that you married into the family tree? As one of the best allegorical AAA video game work out there, Elden Ring is so overtly obsessed with dynasticism as a driving force of the misery in its world. I mean, the central motive for the divine right of queen-king-lords is a giant tree, the weight of inheritance, parental neglect, and ancestry haunts characters like Nepheli Lux, Godrick, Melina, Ranni, Morgott, Mohg, Rykard; failed, failing, unsucessful dynastical marriage constellations define Hoarah Lux, Rennala, Mohg, Marika, Radagon; what I can only describe as a disastrously enthusiastic dynastical marriage constellation defines whatever Rykard and his bisexual polycule have going on in Volcano Manor; and broken, strained, and complicated sibling bonds define Ranni, Rykard, Radahn, Mohg, Morgott, Malenia, and Miquella. And this branching family tree violence plays out on a continental scale, because that is the crux of dynasticism and feudalism. For every broken twig, every blooming flower, every fallen petal and every growing leaf, a thousand innocents will suffer. The root of this tree is literally poisoned with an imbalance of life and death by the virtue of family infighting (yes, my wife committed all those murders, why do you think i married her). The corpses of the God-Queen-King's most loyal genocidal forces literally nurture the other roots of this tree. The tree is symbol, expression, and literal material component of the feudal, divine rule in the Lands Between. As a historian, I have my fair share of quarrels with the books and significantly more with the shows, but GRRM deserves actual credit for his skill at writing the inherent violence of feudal dynasticism.

But for the fact that this symbolic and real tree rests as this pluripotent, omnipresent symbol at the center of the Lands Between, the player literally and figuratively marrying into it gets... zero mention in the basegame. And not that it necessarily has to - but it feels like such a wasted thematic opportunity. One ending has you marry into the tree to remove its crown and transport it far away, one (or several? I still do not fully understand the lore implications of some of the standard endings) endings have you marry into the family tree to claim the figurative and real crown, and one ending has another character marry into the family tree to ease some of the poison seeping into its lethal roots (I... think? I never played Duskborn or did much of Fia's questline). The only ending that has you reject dynasticism and marriage outright is the one that has you rejecting everything outright, burning the world down with yourself. Your complicitness and philosophy in that ending gets overtly questioned by Melina, but what about your complicitness when marrying into the family tree? By becoming a twig, even if it is to remove all the branches, how much of the tree's weight do you carry? Most of the shardbearers and a significant number of the remembrance bosses are now my inlaws. A dozen NPCs are now my inlaws. I am no stranger to the Erdtree at this point, not an outsider any longer. Like it or not, I have grafted myself on this tree. That should have drastic consequences regarding my relationship to it. I feel like the story could have done something thematically with that decision of mine.

#I really tried to go for a different ending this time I swear #but then I saw Ranni naked and covered in the blood of a divine being she just murdered after an aeon of scheming and murdering to get ther #and that is an image so sexy it shuts of my brain #i would have proposed on the spot even if that wasnt what you needed to do to progress the quest #anyway just my thoughts you can obviously disagree with me #and it doesnt detract from how good this game is #but there is a thematic itch there i cannot scratch #elden ring #zorayas

[detroit-grand-prix]

Wildest Dreams Chapter 13 - The Man, Part 2

Chapter summary: Bee faces the hard reality of being in a sport that's still very much a man's world. Politics, money, misogyny. Nothing new under the sun.

Content warning: Implied stalking/harassment.

Chapter word count: 4,404

Author’s notes: This is another chapter where I don't really have a lot of reference material! The only thing I looked up is that there doesn't seem to be any sort of policy in the FiA sporting code that protects athletes from any sort of sexual harassment or offers any recourse for what Bee went through. Not that I could find, anyway - I wasn't looking that hard. I also based the situation of Bee getting rear-ended in the cooldown lap of something that actually did happen in the 2018 F2 season. And yes, the offending driver still only got a two-race suspension.

Circuit Paul Ricard, Le Castellet, Var, France June 22nd, 2018

In France, Bee did her best to make sure she minimized any time where she was alone, which was somewhat of a stressful affair, as she liked having alone time to walk around the paddock to socialize and decompress during race weekends. But she wasn’t going to make the mistake of getting caught out alone, like she had with Evgeni.

During the drivers’ briefing, she made sure to stick by George and Jack, and did her best to ignore Nick. She knew he was staring at her, she didn’t even have to look. George, bless his heart, intentionally sat in such a way that his considerable height over her shielded her from Nick’s field of view. George and Jack also walked her back to the RT garage after the briefing. Susie was also at the race, and insisted on keeping Bee within her sight, talking to her in an effort to keep her mind off of the situation. 

Despite never leaving either garage unaccompanied, she still caught glimpses of Nick staring at her. He was taunting her. At one point, they caught each other’s eyes across the F2 paddock, and he made a hand gesture at her that was very obviously explicit.

Apparently talking to his team principal didn’t work. Bee went to Toto and asked to speak privately again. “He’s still at it. I don’t know what to do. Should I go to the stewards? I don't really know how to report these things.”

Toto nodded. “We both can. As I said, I’ve never done this, either. I’ll send a message to Svetlana to let her know what’s going on, she will probably want to come as well.”

They walked over to the stewards’ office together. Svetlana met Bee and Toto there, and they all  managed to get a last-minute meeting with one of the stewards.

Bee explained the situation, that it had started at pre-season testing with crude jokes and had been escalating into actual physical and and sexual assault, or at least what would be considered sexual assault by any HR department. The steward told them that it wasn’t in the purview of the race stewards or race director, as it wasn’t regarding something that occurred on-track. 

“So… who can do something about this? It is ridiculous. She can’t even leave the garage area alone at this point.” Svetlana said. 

“It would be something that needs to be handled by his team.” The steward said.

“I’ve already reported it to his team principal, and clearly, it didn’t work, and that’s why we came to you. Surely there’s something in the regulations about driver conduct that would -” Toto said.

“Unfortunately not, as I said, our purview is exclusively race and track procedure. And frankly, these are very serious accusations to level at a competitor. If you don’t have any definitive proof -”

“Why would I lie about this?” Bee said, getting visibly annoyed. “What competitive benefit would this bring me? I’ve out-qualified and out-placed him in every race so far. He’s a backmarker.”

“Well, that may be, but these are still serious accusations.”

“And this is a serious situation, don’t you think?” Toto said. “So if you aren’t willing to help, you need to tell me who will.”

Svetlana and Toto met with Marizio, the team principal of Trident, and with Guenther Steiner, the team principal of Haas, to discuss the issue. Bee wasn’t present in the meeting. Qualifying was taking place that day. Susie walked her over to the F2 garages before the session.

“I hope they can do something,” Bee said. “I’ve just been feeling so stressed out about this. It’s like that thing with Evgeni a few years ago.” 

It did feel like deja-vu, but with two big differences: whereas Helmut Marko dismissed her and told her she was just being a problem, she had people fighting for her now. Whereas then, she said nothing to anyone until she had to, now, she was at least trying to stand up for herself. 

“I really cannot believe that the steward said what he said. There’s not much point to a governing body of a sport that can’t protect its athletes in all aspects of competition. I have a few contacts at the FIA that I will definitely be discussing this with. They claim they want to increase diversity in motorsport, and that’s all fine and well, but then they don’t do anything to support drivers who don’t fit the usual mold. It’s a crock of shite.” Susie said, letting her Scottish brogue slip out. 

In the few years that she’d known her, Bee had learned that it could happen when Susie was getting annoyed.

They arrived in front of the RT garage, and Susie gave Bee a hug. “Good luck in qualifying. I’ll be rooting for you. Text me if you need an escort back when you’re done.”

Bee managed to put in her best qualifying to date, ending up in P2, so she had to go participate in the press conference. George had qualified on pole position, so she walked over to the press building with him. It was her first time doing a press conference - she’d had podiums and high qualifying spots in GP3, but they didn’t do press conferences then. 

She got seated on the stage and put the headset on. The reporters filed in, and before long, the host, Tom Clarkson, started with introductions.

“Many congratulations to the top three qualifiers for Race 5 of the FIA Formula 2 Championship here at Le Castellet. Starting in third place, Lando Norris for Carlin, in second place, Phoebe Stallard for Russian Time, and our pole sitter, on his first pole position in Formula 2, George Russell for ART. First, I want to start by congratulating you, Phoebe, on being the first woman to participate in the Formula 2 series, since this is your first press conference with us. It’s a wonderful achievement. 

“Thank you,” Bee said. “It’s really great to be here.”

Tom started with George, asking about set-up, track position, and other things. 

“Well done, George, thank you. Phoebe, coming to you, it’s your first front row start of the season. Are you feeling a sense of relief, or are you feeling… maybe the pressure of being a trailblazer here?”

“Well, I hope you’re not trying to make me nervous,” Bee said. There was a small ripple of laughter through the assembled press members. “But no, I guess I don’t feel any sort of unique pressure beyond just the usual race nerves for now.” 

She was lying through her teeth, but it wasn’t like she could say how she actually felt - that every race weekend so far had been an absolute nightmare so far because she was being harassed by a competitor, and she’d probably be going to pieces if her team principal, her manager, and her manager’s wife weren’t trying to deal with the arcane politicking and bureaucracy of this stupid sport for her so she could just worry about driving her silly little expensive car around. One must always try to be as diplomatic as possible in the press.

“I’ve got a good support system behind me with Svetlana and the Wolffs. I’m not really trying to be a trailblazer, I’m just trying to run the best races I can. It’s not to say that it’s not an honor or it’s not something I think about, but I’m really just here to race like any of my other gridmates are.”

“Okay, very good, Phoebe. Thank you. Moving onto you, Lando…”

The press conference had been the last thing on the schedule for the day, so she and George headed back to the hotel together. 

Toto called her not long after she’d gotten back to see if she wanted to join the rest of the Mercedes team for dinner. “And bring George with you, that way I don’t have to make a second phone call”, he said, laughing.

As they were sitting at dinner, Toto came over and near-whispered something into Bee’s ear in German, talking quietly enough for them to not be overheard even by the other Germanophones at the table. 

“I think the matter should be resolved for now. Marizio said he would consider suspension if it continues. I’d still you rather not go anywhere around the track alone, just to be safe. Let me know right away if he tries anything else.”

“‘Consider’ suspension? It wasn’t enough for him to be suspended already?” Bee said.

“That’s what I said, but, I also had the… uh, pleasure of meeting Mr. Joe Bonacchi, his father, who funds both Trident and Haas.”

Ah. That’s how it was, then. Bee did remember Jack mentioning Nick’s father was wealthy.

“That’s disappointing, but not surprising. Well, thank you for trying, anyway.”

“Always, bienchen.”

The rest of the weekend proceeded without any further issues with Nick. Not only that, but Bee managed to secure her first F2 podium, getting a spectacular P3 in the feature race, and a P5 in the sprint race. 

She raised her trophy aloft during the ceremony, looked out at the assembled crowd, and thought, “See? I belong here. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Silverstone Circuit, Silverstone, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom July 5th, 2018

The race a week later, at the Red Bull Ring, passed by thankfully uneventfully. Bee saw neither hide nor hair of Nick anywhere that he wasn’t already expected to be. Even at the driver’s briefing, at the weighbridge, and in parc fermé, he didn’t even so much glance at her. Artem, her teammate, performed spectacularly, winning the sprint race and fastest lap in both races. George won the feature race, and Bee finished 4th in both races, just off the podium, so she felt pretty good going into Silverstone, despite it being the last race of a brutal tripleheader. 

Her goal was to get on the podium in Silverstone. She’d love to podium in Hungary as well, but she was more focused on the prospect of her upcoming F1 test during Hungary’s FP1 than she was the result of the actual race. Being invited to test during a practice session was truly the sign that her career was heading in the right direction - it was a team saying that they trusted you enough to not destroy their multi-million dollar car. 

She watched George take part in his morning test during FP1. Bee was thrilled to see her friend driving the Mercedes W09 around. 

When he pulled back into the garages after the session, George was flushed and beaming when he climbed out of the cockpit. He gave hugs to his parents and Toto, and to Bee afterward. 

“How was it?” Bee asked him.

“Amazing. The level of grip and downforce it has is insane. It’s a completely different feel from an F2 car, and the real thing is way more intense than the sim. You’ll see in Hungary.”

Bee departed to get ready for F2 practice afterward.

Natalie had taken the day off to come to the track on Friday to see Bee’s morning practice and qualifying, watching from the Mercedes garage. When Bee wandered over after her post-practice briefing, she spotted Natalie and Toto having an animated conversation at the engineering station. When she got closer, she realized they were speaking… Spanish? Bee didn’t know Toto was fluent in Spanish, in addition to English, French, and German.

“Natalie!”

She ran over and pulled Natalie into an aggressive hug.

“Bee! You looked amazing out there!” Natalie said, backing away to look Bee up and down. She still had her helmet, HANS device, and balaclava in hand, with the top of her overalls unzipped and hanging at her waist. “Somehow, that suit makes you look way different - tougher, maybe?.”

“Ah, we were just talking about you, bienchen.” Toto said. “I was just telling Natalie that you’ve been so much more confident and assertive this season, even on the track - whatever she has been working with you on has been paying off.”

“Oh, well, I…” Bee started to blush a bit. So much for confidence.

“Well,” Natalie said, interrupting her. “She’s been diligent about doing the so-called homework I give her, and it shows.”

Bee changed the subject abruptly. 

“Come on, Natalie! I want you to go meet my F2 team while you’re here.”

“Oh, sure,” Natalie said. “I’ll be back in a bit, Toto! It’s amazing to see you again!”

They walked towards the F2 paddock, talking on the way over.

“I haven’t been here in ten years,” Natalie said. “Not since my dad passed away. We came to the British GP in 2008 and saw Lewis win here for the first time. I think it was the first race I actually paid attention to. He said then that Lewis had a bright future, I wish he’d gotten to see it.” Natalie sounded a little sad. 

They got to the Russian Time tent, and Bee introduced her to Svetlana, Geoff, and a few of the mechanics. Bee wasn’t sure she was going to like the RT team when she was signed, but she really did. She liked Toto very much as a team principal, but it was refreshing to have a woman as one.

Before long, it was time for qualifying. 

Bee put in some decent laps, but still only ended up qualifying in P8, which means she had some work to do during the feature race. It was fine. She liked the challenge.

She dropped back a few places at the start of the race after a small lockup, but managed to fight her way back to the top of the order in a few laps. At one point, she ended up behind Nick, who spent a lap sandbagging, trying to hold her back. She’d seen this move before. 

He had managed to get a better run down the inside line, but Bee positioned her car to the right of his, nearly wheel-to-wheel, moving into Stowe Corner. At the last moment before the corner, she juked her car to the left, carrying a much better line around the outside of the corner. Nick was forced to carry a much slower line to the inside of the corner, and was overtaken by the driver behind him in the chicane after Vale.  

After she crossed the line, she heard Geoff through her headset. “Amazing, Super Bee, absolutely stunning. That’s a P3!”

“Yes! That’s how it’s DONE! Amazing work, everyone. That was a lot of fun, let’s do that again tomor -.”

Suddenly, she felt her car lurch forward uncontrollably and heard the crunching and snapping of metal and plastic. 

Someone had rear-ended her. She checked her mirror and saw a car with the Trident livery where her rear wing should be. Nick had placed 11th, there was no reason he should have been anywhere near her on the track right now.

“Uh, I think Bonacchi just hit me. The hell is his problem?” She said to Geoff on her radio.

“Copy, Phoebe, are you okay?” 

“I’m alright. Shutting the car off.”

“A-firm. We’re alerting the stewards now.”

She disconnected her radio cable and water hose, took her steering wheel off, and climbed out of the cockpit. She could feel her anger and frustration rising, overriding whatever fear of Nick she had felt all season. She saw Nick climbing out of his car too. 

She ripped off her helmet and balaclava and marched toward him.

“Hey, what the fuck, man?” she yelled at him.

“You fucking shoved me to the inside on that lap, you almost crashed us out, fucking cunt.” 

Before things could escalate further, the marshals arrived.

They were both summoned to the stewards for investigation. The race marshals gave Bee a ride back to the main paddock. Bee sat in the stewards’ office for a half an hour, but Nick never showed. They gave him a two-race suspension for the deliberate crash on the cooldown lap. Nothing else. No punishment for not showing up to a summons.

She missed the podium ceremony and press conference because she was waiting in the stewards’ office. They let her go after it was clear that Nick would not be coming. As she walked back to the F2 paddock, she thought about how terrible this situation was, how it could have likely been forestalled if someone had done something when she said something. 

She stood up for herself, she had people in her corner, but it all felt like it was for naught. The stewards wouldn’t do anything about his constant harassment until he had deliberately caused an accident on the cool-down lap. His behavior escalated until he tried to use his car as a weapon against her, because nobody would do anything before then. Why even bother trying to stand up for herself? Plus, Who knew if her car would be repaired on time for the sprint race tomorrow? If not, she’d have to take a DNS and wouldn’t earn any points. Her team was doing well in the championships, but this would hurt.

And that was the case, as it turned out. The damage from the collision wasn’t awful, but it did enough damage to parts that they didn’t have on hand to replace before the sprint race tomorrow. She would have to take the DNS. 

Svetlana at least managed to collect her trophy for her from the podium ceremony, but it felt hollow. She thanked Svetlana, Geoff, and the mechanics, and had them keep her trophy. She didn’t want it, not right now. She gathered up her gloves, helmet, and HANS device, unzipped her overalls, and walked back to the Mercedes garage.

She kept turning the situation over and over in her mind, and it was making her angry. By the time she’d made the walk over to the F1 paddock, she was absolutely incandescent with rage. She got to the engineering station where Toto was sitting. She didn’t even think about what she was going to do next. She was running on pure emotion.

She slammed her helmet and HANS device down onto the top of the desk with enough force to make the keyboards and mice clatter. Toto jumped a little, startled. The noise had attracted the attention of the engineers and mechanics milling around the garage. She started yelling. It was automatic, a reflex. A half season’s worth of anxiety and stress came to a rapid overboil.

“I’ve been dealing with his bullshit all fucking season, since pre-season testing. I don’t deserve this kind of disrespect. Nobody else has had to deal with this bullshit in this sport. But I do, because I’m the only fucking woman and the FIA doesn’t give a shit if I have some rich daddy’s boy fucking terrorizing me on a weekly basis because he’s trying to make damn sure I know I don’t belong here.” 

She was acutely aware of the Mercedes personnel in the garage staring at her, but she did not care at that moment. Toto remained stone-faced, not trying to stop or interrupt her. 

He just sat there and let himself be yelled at by someone who was barely tall enough to meet his eye-line while he was sitting on his stool. She noticed Susie and George staring at her aghast from where they were sitting. She saw the door of Lewis’ driver’s room open and his head pop out from around the doorframe. She still didn’t care.

“I’ve tried to do the right thing and report it. You’ve tried to do the right thing and report it. But everyone from his team principal to the FI-fucking-A says they can’t do anything. It’s not their responsibility because it had nothing to do with an on-track incident. Well, now it’s a fucking on-track incident. Who fucking rear-ends someone during a cooldown lap? Now my car is fucked, and I can’t even do the sprint race tomorrow! I’m sorry, Toto, I’m not mad at you, I’m just so tired of this sport trying to reject me like a failed organ transplant. I’ve done so well this season, and this just... I’m done. It’s not worth all of this bullshit to -”

Bee suddenly felt someone’s arm wrap around her shoulder. Natalie’s calm voice in her ear interrupted her tirade. 

“It’s okay, Bee. I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself like that. But let’s go outside and get some air and have a sit down, okay? You’ll feel so much better.” Natalie turned Bee bodily away from the engineering station and led her to the back side of the paddock, keeping her arm around her shoulders. 

Mercifully, the paddock was emptier this time of day, as most teams had wrapped up a while ago. The tide of anger Bee felt in her chest suddenly turned to something different - panic, fear. She started sobbing, realizing what she’d just done. 

“Oh my god. Why did I do that? That was so stupid, Toto only tried to help me! Why would I -”

Natalie still had her arm around Bee, rubbing a soothing hand over her back through her fireproofs to get her to try and calm her down. 

“It’s okay, Bee. He knows this is frustrating for you. He was so upset when he saw you get hit. He’s not mad at you. It’s going to be okay.”

Bee felt a little lightheaded suddenly as she was hyperventilating. Her legs felt like jello. and collapsed onto her knees, still sobbing. “Come on, sit here with me for a few minutes.” Natalie gently pulled on Bee’s shoulder to try and get her into a sitting position on the asphalt, and let her cry as she rubbed her back.

Susie came out to where they were sitting in the paddock, approaching the women from behind. She was carrying a bottle of water. She crouched next to Bee, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

Bee started sobbing all over again. 

“Susie! I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at Toto like that, I’m not mad at him, I just - I don’t know what I was - I wasn’t - I -”

“Shhh,” Susie said, trying to soothe her. “It’s okay. It’s okay, he understands. He’s not mad. I’m not mad. The whole situation is just awful. I’m so sorry. But it’s going to be okay. And you did so well today, it was truly amazing to watch, and I was so upset when I saw what happened on the cooldown lap. Here, have this, it’ll help -”

She pressed the bottle of water into Bee’s hand. Bee drank deeply, trying to catch her breath again. The cold of the water helped calm her down, deliberately swallowing it helped slow down her breathing. She held the bottle against her forehead, letting the cold seep into her overheated skin. 

“Better?” Susie said, after a few minutes. She patted Bee’s back a little. 

“I think so.” Bee said. “I’m sorry. I’m not sure what came over me. I was just walking back from the RT tent and I was thinking about the stewards and the DNS and I just started getting so… angry. By the time I got all the way back here, I wasn’t even thinking anymore.”

She exhaled, letting her tensed shoulders fall. 

“I’m not surprised,” Natalie said. “You’ve been doing so much better lately, with managing these emotions, but what happened today to you is just so much to deal with. I don’t think anyone would blame you for being angry.”

Susie nodded in agreement. “You’ve had a pretty rough go of it this year, but you’re still getting great results. I think you’ve gotten so much stronger than you realize in the last two years.”

Bee sighed and pulled herself back up to her feet. “Thank you both. I mean it. I guess I should see if Toto is still in the garage. I owe him an apology. He didn’t deserve that… and I shouldn’t have yelled at my boss like that, of all people.” 

Susie and Natalie stood up with her, and they each gave Bee a hug before the three of them walked back into the garage together.

Toto was not in the garage at the moment. He was out in the pitlane, talking to Ted Kravitz from Sky Sports. Bee sat at the engineering station and waited for him to finish his interview and come back into the garage. She stared out the garage door as Susie and Natalie sat on the other stools, chatting a little bit. 

Toto finished up and came back into the garage. Before Bee could decide if she would get up and meet him, he was already at the desk - his legs were so long that he could cover the length of the garage in just a few strides.

Bee jumped off of her stool and approached him. She tried to meet his eyes, but she couldn’t do it without starting to feel emotional again. 

“Toto, I… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I yelled at you. You didn’t deserve that. I shouldn’t have reacted that way. You’ve been fantastic with this whole thing and I shouldn’t have directed my frustration towards you, you didn’t do anything to earn it.”

It was an agonizing split second before Toto reacted or said anything. 

He placed his hand on Bee’s shoulder, which did make her look up at his face. His eyes were dark and sad, his mouth a small smile. 

“I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I do not blame you for being upset.” His voice was calm, quiet. “I was upset for you. I understand you were just overwhelmed and just needed to… to vent.”

He bent over a bit to meet her height and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry about the DNS, after you had such a fantastic race. It’s okay. And I’m happy you’re able to express these feelings now, even if they came out a little strong.” He laughed a little, and gave her a warm pat on the back before letting her go.

“I’ll go get your helmet for you, and then I want you to go and get a good night’s sleep, bienchen. You’ll feel a lot better tomorrow.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Bee drove the 20 minutes from the track to her flat, and collapsed into a deep sleep the second her head touched her pillow. 

#f1 fanfic #f1 oc fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #original character #female oc #female f1 driver #toto wolff #george russell #my fanfic #series: wildest dreams #jack aitken

[mcgnussen]

So I'm a bit frustrated with people's drivers ratings right now. I know it's personal and people can have different opinions, but I honestly look at most of them and can't help but go "Kevin will never be good enough for you, will he?!" I mean, I can admit that he has made mistakes and he definitely haven't been perfect, but the way people talk about him is just making me frustrated and angry.

I don't understand, Kevin has basically beaten all of his teammates (except Jenson) but every time the season ends, the narrative is: "his teammate wasn't very good anyway". Or like this year, where people say he should have beaten Mick with more, because he is "basically a rookie", which I find to be completely nonsense, but anyway.

Now I dread Nico coming in and Kevin beating him, so people will just say that it's because Nico is too old and past it. It seems like he can never win. Maybe he should let Nico get a few wins against him to prove that he still got it 😭🤷‍♀️

Sorry for the rant, i love your blog. Have a nice evening ❤

welcome to the pain of being a k-mag stan ❤️

but no, i totally get your frustration. it's the same frustration that i've dealt with at the end of almost all formula 1 seasons since 2014. for example, watching tommos video on qualifiers and him rating zhou, albon and sainz as faster qualifiers than k-mag. like are you actually kidding me? the man just got a fucking pole in a haas, beating 8 out of the 10 drivers in q3, all in much faster cars and he beat his teammate like 4 to 1 in qualifying - and he is being put in the bottom lower half of the grid in terms of qualifying 🤡

unfortunately, this has kind of always been the case with kevin. when he does something extraordinary, people praise him that day and then they forget entirely. even when his stats show that he is beating his teammate in so many different ways, people completely disregard it, yes, and it's so annoying. for example, with jenson then they basically went 50/50 on qualifying, but kevin was on average 0.2 faster than jenson in qualifying for the whole season. and he was a 21-year-old rookie against a former world champion who had been in f1 for 14 years. kevin had not even driven a f2 car before being put into a f1 car. and he did that - and people still treat his 2014 season as some kind of huge disappointment. they also completely disregard that mclaren wanted to continue with kevin, but because of infighting then jenson was retained instead.

it is the same we see with mick now where people are like "oh, mick has been faster than him". like look at the graph below. when mick has beaten him, most of the time, they have not even been near top 10. and it doesn't even include sprints where kevin has scored points every single time, which means he has been in top 8 three times more from what you can see below.

it's the single stat where mick has done better than him (and yet some people only focus on this irrelevant fact), but it also completely disregards the races where kevin has been forced to take another pitstop, spending close to 40 seconds in pit to get his front wing fixed, or when he has had car issues or when haas has fucked up his strategy like putting the wrong tyres on his car (oh no, not even making the wrong call, but actually putting the wrong tyres on him). also by the way, no one is talking about how the fia has basically admitted to them being wrong about the use of the meatball flag and them having admitted that to haas. imagine if the fia had ruined charles' race three times in a season. it would be the greatest scandal of the season, but no motorsports media sites give a shit because it's just k-mag and haas🙄

people did not even care when he could keep up with, and even beat in some cases, a former world champion with 14 years of experience as very young rookie, so i suppose they will never care about who he beats. but of course, if nico beats him then i'm sure they will all care and make fun of him despite the fact that nico is a good and respected driver. but yeah, it's the curse of being a kevin fan. i think most people agree that he is deserving of a f1 seat, but they sort of just shrug their shoulders and then throw their love at the usual drivers.

i do not know what more kevin should do to be considered for teams higher up the grid. i know that ferrari had their eyes on him in 2018 when they had doubts about charles, and that red bull offered him a toro rosso seat, but i just wish people would respect him more. and he is still improving. whenever he has a season where he has a flaw, he usually corrects it by the next season. once, he was not considered a super good qualifier, then he fixed that. he was criticised for killing his tyres too quickly when at renault, he fixed that for next year in haas and became known for it. he was criticised for crashing too much and doing too much damage to the car, this season he is the third "cheapest" driver on the grid when it comes to the cost of car damage.

and i'm confident that if kevin had been french, alpine would have given him the seat instead of pierre 🤷🏻‍♀️ i think being danish is one of the things that kinda counts against him since we have no ties with motorsport and formula 1. and that shit matters as proven by the fact that everyone is already saying mick to audi just because he is german. but yeah, my best advice is just to roll your eyes at it and ignore the "experts" who spend 80% of the time only watching the top teams without doing proper research on everybody else.

#answer. #kevin magnussen #lmao sorry for the rant #i have a lot of feelings about this can you tell?

[khaleesiofalicante]

Okay done with S3.

1. Romain Grosjean's crash....holy fuck. The car just split into two and I was like

It's miracle he got out alive

2. Sergio Perez starting from the end of grid and winning the race 👏👏. Mad respect.

3. They should have shown more of Lewis support for BLM

Onto S4. I watched the trailer and it's already so dramatic I'm excited.

Honestly the more I watch DTS the more I feel the urge to write a TMI f1 au.

F1 crashes are so scary! There is another one in season 4 that was pretty scary too. But the one with Grosjean was something else. Literally a miracle!!

The only thing I like about Redbull is Perez istg.

AND YES. AGREED ABOUT THE LEWIS THING.

Also did you know now the FIA (now) banned the drivers from making political statements??? Fucking clownery.

#dani watches f1

[ilprinciperosso]

Singapore 2022 rant

The start wasn’t really Charles’ fault as much as it seemed to be. Binotto said something about that side being wet and dirty… but still, it could have been better.

Both he and Carlos went a bit long in the pits, I believe they underestimated how slippery it was.

That being said Charles kept up with a redbull that was way more drivable than the Ferrari. If you were to look at onboards you’d see Charles having to make corrections multiple times in a lap, while Perez didn’t have to. The reason why? We’ve now been consistently seeing that Redbull manage to put their tires in the right temperature endow way more easily… Ferrari, they have hard times with the heating up of the tires.

Also Charles tires at the end were done. He pushed up until he could, but he degraded a lot faster then Checo.

Carlos was simply a bit slower. He didn’t make mistakes and kept Lewis behind. He was slower (I wasn’t expecting him to be faster honestly…), but did his job and did it well.

Daniel was asked to put some distance in between him and Lando and keep Stroll behind. We never really saw his potential

That being said it makes no sense that the fia needs more than an hour to decide on Perez penalty. Either he breached the rules (than the penalty should be automatic) or he didn’t. It would have changed the approach to the race… yes.

If you’re in the wrong I don’t get why you should have the chance to convince them you aren’t. It’s something that is calculated by a computer. Either the rules are right or they’re not. It’s crazy to have a podium that may be changed later on.

FIA’s messe are as consistent as Ferrari’s ones

#singapore 2022 #charles leclerc

[donzoh]

Formula 1  Intro 1 by a nigga name zoH

Sadly it has been more than a month since the start of the Formula 1 season and honestly the anticipation was killing me. (how we already in April) Only because my knowledge of the sport grew more and more each year. Which grew more interest, a weird burning desire if you will for me to engulf myself in this fast pace, quick thinking, sexy of a sport. Which has multiple drama on and off the track. Pushing a “road rocket” to its absolute limit to make sure you'll get every tenth of a second faster than your opponent. 

Diving deeper into this dangerous sport that can make people question its integrity the further you dig, the scandals ouf. Does that go for almost any sport. Theirs always something to question, why is it like that? Like in basketball theirs the refs giving out technical fouls left snd right. In baseball the umps will kick you out if you so much as yell at them. In football the refs will throw a flag if you look at another player wrong or when a defender touches the Quarterback, BOOM flag. Okay I'm exaggerating a bit, but if you watch one of them sports you'll notice the amount of bullshit that goes on. In F1 theirs the FIA and race Stewarts that just be doing shit. Literally doing shit. 

I shouldnt give up on this little dream I have. Yes i’d be traveling overseas to foreign countries I have never been in, or should trust. The sport itself bring adrenaline and other toxic chemicals that would scare the normal sport viewer away. Fast cars and big money isn’t just the beauty of it. The tracks, technology, tactics, techniques, communication, the drivers are aggressive, fearless, and have a killer instinct to be number one. The supreme confidence to just be in that car. Where you have to shift your whole body weight to press on the breaks in order to stop the craft (car). Theirs only 20 people a year whom get to drive the fastest land vehicles on earth. Trying to interpret F1 language to regular language is a challenge I'm willing to accept. 

The concept of running a F1 team can't be done by a normal human. You cant be a sane person doing this sport. Why? Well to be completely honest you kind of have to be crazy to watch or even be in this kind of sport. A lot of backstabbing goes on. A lot of accusations without evidence. So much finger pointing, anger/hate.  So why watch this toxic sport if you haven't yet? A few things may interest you like the science. If you like technology, aerodynamics,  aesthetic environments/cities you can look at. Theirs 22 places around the world they travel and capture the best scenes with the most anticipated Vegas GP late this year.

I will be focusing on Lando Noris from McLaren. Alex Albon in the Williams. And George Russell from Mercedes. Maybe the teammates too. All I know is, it demands a lot. One needs to have mental toughness and also being at top physical shape. If everyone trying to get ahead of everyone else. Even a teammate. Who won't care about your feelings. The ego. To be number one. Thiers no other choice. Pure cut throat. Fucking Wild EY!

#lando norris #george russell #alex albon #f1 fandom #f1 2023 #f1

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 49/301

REPOST : 2009 Singapore GP

Alright this is a repost because my review for 2009 Singapore disappeared from my blog. Nothing new if you already read it when I posted it.

Hopefully it won’t be too out of context from not being in the season anymore.

During the Italian GP we first heard about crashgate. Right there in Singapore, in 2008, Piquet was asked to crash to bring about a Safety Car so Alonso, who had started 16th on the grid because of an engine problem during quali and had refueled just before the crash, could get in the lead while the others had to pit and win. 

Piquet got fired during the summer break and then told the FIA about it, bringing to light one of the worst scandals F1 has ever known. 

We’re now told that Renault, who first denied everything, admitted in front of the FIA that they had fixed the race, but they claim the only people involved were Piquet, Briatore and the chief engineer Pat Symonds. The two latter were ultimately fired and banned indefinitely from taking part in any FIA sanctioned events (it was later overturned in court). Somehow, the FIA suspended Renault’s disqualification for 2 years, meaning they’d only get punished if they did something similar within 2 years. (I’m just thinking about the fact that McLaren got disqualified from the WCC because of spygate.) They also lost ING as a sponsor. Piquet was granted immunity as a whistle-blower and can race again if he ever finds a team (which never happened afaik).

We’re reminded of another similar scandal, in 1990, during which Senna crashed into Prost and thus won the WDC. Senna denied having done it on purpose for a full year until he ultimately admitted to it. 

Also that’s yet another scandal that implicates Alonso.

Quali report! Grosjean is 19th, Fisichella struggled in a Ferrari : 18th. Jenson is the championship leader but he was out in Q2 because the Brawn was struggling so bad. So did teammate Barrichello. Lewis set an early fastest time in Q3, but Seb and Rosberg were charging hard. Then Barrichello crashed and it was a red-flag. The session resumed but it was too late to set another fast lap, so Lewis is on pole! Seb is P2, Rosberg is P3.

Lewis says the strategy is more competitive than it’s been earlier in the year and being in the front on top of it is a blessing. He’s happy.

Mackenzie got to talk to Lewis earlier in the day. She tells him the night is setting but it’s still extremely hot how does he keep cool, calm and relaxed? He shows her he’s drinking a lot, getting as much fluids in as he can because it is hot and humid and as soon as he’ll get in his racing suit, he’ll start sweating. He thinks he’ll lose 1-2kg here. The best thing is to relax in an air-conditioned room.

She asks at what time he got to the circuit. He looks at his watch. It’s almost 7 o’clock, he got there just past 5. He did some appearances, engineer meetings, the drivers’ parade. He says the fanbase is overwhelming, the closest to the UK he’s ever seen. The support here is incredible. She asks if he stayed on european time, he says yes, but it’s been quite tricky. He goes to bed at 5-6AM and wakes up at 2PM. But the Hilton has been really taking care of them well and they’ve blacked out his windows to allow him to sleep during the day. She says he was smiling wide when she talked to him yesterday after quali but he must have been even happier when he saw the weight of the car because not only was he in the front but in what was far from the lightest car on the grid. Absolutely, he says, normally if he ends up in the front he really has his work cut out for his strategy but it appears this time they have one of the strongest strategies. He catches himself immediately and says anything can happen of course and they have to make sure to do the best job they can. “Fingers crossed it’ll be a good race, so… I really hope so”.

Jake says Lewis told him he still feels like he needs to make up for crashing in the last race and DC says he’s surprised by that, he should be over it already. (We know he tends to be very hard on himself though.) 

Renault says it might rain…

Alright it’s time. 

Formation lap

And they’re racing!

Amazing start for Lewis, Seb struggles a bit, he’s overtaken by Rosberg. A couple of laps in, Lewis is leading 1.4 seconds ahead of Rosberg. Then come Seb and Webber. Grosjean DNF.

4 laps in Lewis is told they have a possible KERS issue and to enter certain commands on his steering wheel to disable it. Now Seb sets the fastest lap… Webber is told that he needs to let Glock and Alonso past because he overtook Alonso by leaving the track and Alonso is now behind Glock. Lewis’ KERS is working again, and he’s 2.5 seconds ahead of Rosberg.

10 laps in, I’m a bit bored. We’re focused on the fight for P15 so you can tell nothing much is happening here.

Wow a marshal just ran on the track to retrieve a piece of carbon fiber.

17 laps in Seb is the first to pit. He’s out in 7th. Rosberg pits. He went wide and crossed the white line as he left the pits, he might get a penalty. Lewis also pits shortly after and Rosberg is indeed under investigation. He gets a drive-through penalty. Someone crashed? Oof yeah, Sutil spun and a car coming from behind ran over his front wing and found itself facing the wrong way. I think it’s Alguersuari. It’s a Safety Car, 20 laps in. Loads of pit stops. Sutil DNF. And the Safety Car comes in at the end of lap 24.

Go again! It’s Lewis ahead of Rosberg who hasn’t served his penalty yet, ahead of Seb. Then come Glock, Alonso, Barrichello, Kovalainen, Jenson, Webber and Kubica. Rosberg comes in and Seb is only 1.2 seconds behind Lewis.

We’re halfway through.

Lewis is pulling away a little bit again but Seb is still very close. Lewis sets the fastest lap. 25 laps to go. Seb is less than a second away! He lost one of his mirrors… He pits! He’s out in 7th, but he’s now under investigation for speeding in the pitlane!!! 20 laps to go. He gets a drive-through penalty. Lewis is now way faster than Glock in P2, he’s 10 seconds ahead. 

Oop, Webber crashed. Lewis pits. He’s out in P2, and Alonso who’s in the lead still has to pit. 15 laps to go.

Buemi and Alguersuari both retire at the same time.

Alonso pits with 11 laps to go. Lewis is back in the lead! Jenson pits. It’s critical for the WDC : will he be out behind or in front of Barrichello? In front! 5 laps to go. Lewis is still comfortably in the lead, 7 seconds ahead of Glock.

And it’s the end of the race.

Lewis WINS! Glock P2, Alonso P3.

Nicole and Anthony are celebrating in the garage. Lewis is very happy as he gets out of the car. He skips joyfully on his way to the cool down room. 

In the WDC standings, Jenson is still ahead with 84 points, followed by Barrichello with 69 and Seb with 59. 

Press conference. Lewis says it was a very tough race, the conditions were very tough. Apart from that it was pretty straight-forward for him, he had a good start and managed to make a gap and he knew he would stay out longer so he never really felt under pressure even when Seb was behind him. He thanks his team for doing as always a fantastic job and his family for supporting him. “Say hi to my brother and everyone back home!” It was a great weekend. He’s asked about the KERS issue and being pressured by Rosberg. He says he had no problem in the car with the KERS. The team said there was possibly a fault but it was still functioning at that time. He had to disengage and reengage it and it worked fine. He did have a little bit of pressure at the beginning because they were very quick through the first sector but he looked after his tyres and it paid dividends in the end. He says the track is a lot of corners and very bumpy but fantastic and the fans are amazing. He came hoping for a good result and to redeem himself after the last race and he thinks he did it, they did it, and they are very happy.

Mika Hakkinen and Jacques Villeneuve come to talk with the journalists. They say it’s normal for a driver like Jenson who started strong to have a dip at some point in the season. Jacques Villeneuve is talking about maybe coming back to F1. Mika says he would never do so because it takes complete commitment and it takes several years of working with a team and a car to get results.

Let’s hear from Lewis again. Lee Mackenzie says it looked reasonably easy out there except for the Safety Cars. He says it was absolutely not easy. It was so hot, they’re wearing thermal underwear (“you’re wearing a suit as well but thermal undies”) and it’s non-stop in the car. “It’s like doing a work-out with all your clothes on in a sauna”, he chuckles. “It was so hot!”

He was trying to drink as much as possible. He came second here last year, he came this year not expecting to be at the front, he’s very very pleased to have led from the beginning with no real threat. She says he must be delighted about how things came together, it wasn’t the season he was hoping for but the car looks so much better, two victories. He says absolutely, the guys have continued to push hard, “we have continued to push hard as a team”, he takes a deep breath in, he wasn’t happy with the end result of the last race, he’s so happy to come here and correct things. He really hopes they’re able to challenge for more wins in the last four races, they still don’t have the fastest package but they have closed the gap significantly even though they could be even faster with a better aero package. “But we’ll wait for next year’s car”.

He reiterates he personally didn’t have any problem with KERS but the team told him there was something wrong so while driving his hardest he had to do these button changes, they have enough to think about when they’re in the cars so doing that was very challenging.

He’s impatient to go to Suzuka. He looks into the camera and says hello to his family back home and sends them all his love and to his fans everywhere, the support he had was really tremendous.

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[electricleclerc]

The you should be happy that drivers are being protected argument is a bit of a weird one.

Because of course everyone is happy that drivers are protected, but! We are also allowed to be annoyed that it might fuck over teams and drivers that have not struggled with it so far just because some teams are this willing to risk their drivers.

Merc pushing it so far that Lewis can't feel his back shouldn't have to mean that other teams and rivers that are just annoyed by the bouncing have to suffer from the new regs.

The other thing is that this all potentially means that the teams that already have figured it out for themselves or mostly figured it out will have spent a lot of money and time that is now wasted. Because there is a chance that some of the regs will change Like an extra stay on the floor which means all other efforts to stiffen the floor will have been wasted because an extra stay is lighter and has the same effect.

This whole thing has much bigger consequences than most realise.

yes!!! thank you!

just because merc pushed the set up too far doesn’t mean everyone else who spent fuck tons of money to fix the problem should be ignored.

if the fia really cared about safety and the longevity of drivers, they would’ve done something back in february when everyone was bouncing around like crazy! especially in a cost cap era.

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[inspectorseb]

Spa really needs to be either changed or taken out all together, no ifs ands or buts about it. Yes motorsport is dangerous, that’s no secret. But if so many terrible things have happened at a single track, something has to give. In the past few years we’ve had multiple deaths and countless severe injuries from crashes at spa alone. All of them have happened in feeder series races. Some people have argued that it’s because of a ‘lack’ of experience. I don’t necessarily agree with that statement, but even so, if that’s the case at least take it out of any series outside F1 (although I think it should be taken outta F1 too but money comes first). Another note is that this is just another point about the danger and idiocy of making drivers race in poor conditions. It’s just so sad to watch all of these people (kids really) die just for nothing to be done. This should have been over years ago after Anthoine’s death. Watching this happen over and over again is reminiscent of the lack of gun control in the United States. When a tragedy happens all you hear of are ‘thoughts and prayers’ even though these are the same people who have the ability to actually make changes. At the end of the day they either just don’t want to, or they won’t because money is more important. The FIA has the ability to make changes, they just won’t.

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[f1]

Ferrari left furious over 'very insignificant' punishment to Red Bull

Ferrari left furious over 'very insignificant' punishment to Red Bull following their budget cap breach - claiming their 10% reduced aero testing can instead be shifted to development elsewhere Ferrari director Laurent Mekies angry at punishment handed out to Red Bull  Mekies describes the penalty as 'very insignificant' and calls for rule change  The Italian team fear the reduced penalty could help them enhance 2023 car   By Ash Rose For Mailonline Published: 13:00 EDT, 30 October 2022 | Updated: 13:00 EDT, 30 October 2022 Ferrari racing director Laurent Mekies is not happy with what he calls Red Bull's 'very insignificant' punishment for breaching Formula 1's 2021 cost cap.  It was announced on Friday by the FIA that Red Bull's 'minor' breach of the $145million limit in Max Verstappen's 2021 title winning campaign had seen them fined $7million and a 10 per cent reduction in their wind tunnel time over the next year.  It was a conclusion that hasn't gone down well with Mekies and the Ferrari team, who were Red Bull's closest challengers to Red Bull in 2022, but couldn't stop Verstappen retaining his title and the team winning the constructors championship.  Ferrari boss Laurent Mekies is not happy with the punishment handed out to the Red Bull team Talking to Sky Sports F1 on Saturday Mekies said: 'I think for the sport, it's good that the breach was clearly established by the FIA. 'On our side, and you would probably expect it, we think the penalty is not going to be anywhere close to balance for what one could obtain from the amount of overspending we are talking about. 'We certainly feel it is low. We don't see it on the same scale as being able to compensate the overspend that was done.' There was an 'accepted breach agreement' between Red Bull and the FIA on Wednesday, in which the team admitted coming in $2.2million over the cap after the FIA found 13 cases of costs being incorrectly adjusted.   Ferrari have concerns over the fact that they believe Red Bull will be able to use the money saved on reduced wind tunnel time to enhance and develop other elements of their car for 2023, which would make the impact of the penalty almost redundant.   Max Verstappen helped Red Bull win the constructors championship and retain his F1 title  'More crucially, regardless of what numbers you come up with for the 10 per cent reduction in aerodynamic testing, the truth of the matter is that because it's not combined with any budget cap reductions, they will be completely free to spend that money elsewhere, whether it be weight reductions or suspension development,' Mekies said. 'Therefore, it is likely that when you combine these two effects, the resulting lap-time (change) is probably going to be very insignificant.' There was no option for the FIA to reduce Red Bull's spending limit in 2023 as an option within the ABA, and it's something that should be changed in the future according to the Ferrari director.  "It is not something that was available to the FIA if they were going down the route of the ABA," Mekies said. "This is unfortunately one of the weaknesses of the regulations that they have written, and yes, I think it probably needs to be reviewed in the future." Advertisement Share or comment on this article: Ferrari left furious over 'very insignificant' punishment to Red Bull via Formula One | Mail Online https://www.dailymail.co.uk?ns_mchannel=rss&ns_campaign=1490&ito=1490

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