#2021 not a race

[ummick]

mick schumacher gets tips about the manual transmission from sebastian vettel before driving his dad's jordan 191, silverstone - july 20, 2021

[umseb]

sebastian vettel shows up to watch mick schumacher drive his dad's jordan 191 bc of course he did, silverstone - july 20, 2021

[umlewis]

"Happy Birthday Bestie. No amount of words can even come close to describing you. The most loyal, hard working, barrier breaker, thrill seeker, most grateful snd humble person out there. To you brother I salute you. You always have my back, you support me, you push me to make me the best version of myself. Your support and loyalty will never go unnoticed and that means the absolute world to me. I love you brother to the moon and back and always got your back forever and no matter what. To many more memories, history being broken and life to be lived. 🤞🏾 @.lewishamilton" - january 7, 2024 📷 @.fencer / instagram

[umgeorge]

george says he'd fuck lewis, kill norris, and marry leclerc - november 28, 2021 bc @russilton reminded me this mf actually said this on camera 📷 @.f1 / twitter

[pucksandpower]

You know what? Let’s talk about this, because as a medical student and as a fan of multiple sports in which athletes get head injuries, I have quite a bit to say.

First of all, using anyone’s health issues as a “gotcha” is not making the point you think it is. From everything I know about Lewis Hamilton in years and years of following the sport, he would be ashamed to see one of his fans trying to make such a ridiculous and frankly apathetic argument.

Professional sports have a long history of letting athletes’ health fall by the wayside in pursuit of wins — blaming the people suffering health issues really is not the way to go about fixing a systemic problem that extends beyond Formula 1.

Blame Formula 1 and the FIA for not having stringent concussion protocols in place. Blame Red Bull and the medical personnel for not being as through as they probably should have. But do not blame Max Verstappen who was very much the victim in this.

I really hope that one day all fans (and especially fans with huge social media platforms) can learn to be more empathetic and remember that all drivers are people too.

[foreveradreamaway]

helmets and hats- MV33/1

summary- the stress his father put on him never left his head, and neither does his helmet. only until you turn up with his lucky cap.

yes i know max won 2021, this is for the plot don’t come for me

Abu Dhabi 2021. the ride or die race for max and lewis. both of them just one race away from being the world champion. this was one of the biggest races of maxs life. this was what he had been waiting for his whole life. everything his father had put him through was for this. he could not mess this up.

but he did.

you stood in the room with all the engineers and important people who help to ensure maxs car runs perfectly throughout the entire race. you knew how much pressure max had been putting on himself in the weeks leading up to the race. spending 10 times more time at the race simulator and even more time working his body tirelessly to make sure it was race ready. you had watched hopelessly when he would do this many times before and knew this was just how he works. no protest from you will stop him, only make him work harder. he will come to you whenever he needs that little bit of comfort and reassurance, or even just a quick kiss to keep him motivated.

it was your favourite thing. knowing that he still needed you. he could be so deep in his own mind and would still seek you out. only you. he relied on you. for some things more than others, but he still did and you both knew it. he didn't always admit it, or want to, but you both knew. you were his main source of comfort and he couldn't go a day without it. he needed you in every sense of the word. he needed your love, he needed you there to remind him to pack enough socks when he goes away, he needed you to look after him when he was ill and most importantly he needed you there for the losses.

your heart drops when they cross the finish line, further than its ever dropped before. he wanted this so bad, needed it even. he had never lost a race this big before. but you were prepared, you would do the exact same as you did every other loss.

your feet carry you over to the intern whos specific job was to hold maxs hat. it was a very important hat and needed a whole person for it. you had had many interactions with the intern, retrieving his hat every time he lost. she gave you a knowing smile as you took the hat from her hands and went to meet max at you're usual spot.

he doesn't look at anyone as he exits the car and storms off. he physically cant. he doesn't even remove his helmet as he walks over to you, something you were already prepared for. his head is hung low as he approaches you, your hand immediately finding his shoulder. his feet stop in place, keeping his head down. the visor of his helmet was still all the way down so you couldn't make out the expression on his face.

he doesn't say anything as he places his hand softly over yours that sits on his shoulder. you knew not to push him at a time like this, letting him take your comfort when he needs. you stayed like that until you felt a sob rake his body. immediately wrapping your arms around his neck. his arms stayed at his side as you just held him. it wasn't often that he cried, but when he did, he did.

you weren't sure how long you stood there until his hands found your hips. you took this as your sign to move both your hands to his shoulders, finally speaking the words on your mind.

"you did so good baby" your hands moved to the sides of his helmet, attempting to lift it over his head but his hands quickly grabbed yours and brought them down in between the two of you. your face scrunching in compassion. lots of people knew what his father was like when max was younger, you more than most. the constant badgering and abuse never left his head, sticking with him throughout his life. as much as you comforted him and told him how proud you were of him, he always did the same thing after his losses. refusing to take his helmet off.

instead, you move to lift his visor up, catching a quick glimpse of his tear stained cheeks. you didn't see them for long before he quickly swiped it back down to cover his face again. your hand, once again, went back to swipe it up. his hand repeating his previous actions. smiles appeared on both your faces as you both kept up the act. his hand returning to yours when he heard a giggle escape your lips, allowing the visor to stay up. your laugh was his drug.

your head tilted to the side when you finally got to look at him. his cheeks slightly squished from the sides of his helmet and those slightly red eyes staring back at you, full of emotion.

"let me take your helmet off max" you whispered. his eyes shut as he shook his head, dropping it down again. you rested you forehead against the helmet in front of you. hands still gripping each others.

"you're safe baby, ive got you. its just me and you here." his head still didn't rise until you pressed a kiss to the top of his helmet. "im sorry" he croaked. your arms wrapped back around his neck to provide the comfort he desperately needed in that moment. the front of his helmet rested on your shoulder causing your head to tilt to the side, when it did you caught a glimpse of his oh so special hat.

you let go of one of maxs hands and leaned slightly to be able to grab the hat. as you did max slowly lifted his head up to see what you were doing and caught you with the hat in hand. a small smile appeared on his face when he noticed. it was always the small things that he loved about you. the fact that you noticed all the little things that comforted him made him feel so seen and loved in a way that he never had before.

you made eye contact with max and he gave you a small nod, approval to remove his helmet. your hands reached up to the sides of his head and slowly lifted it off. you placed it on the table where the hat had previously sat and moved back in front of max. one hand going to the back of his neck to carefully remove his under layer. you had never seen his face look sadder.

he closed his eyes and moved his head to rest between your neck and shoulder. this time you could feel the tears that were coming from his eyes. your heart breaking even more with every tear that fell.

"im so proud of you max" you whispered gently in his ear.

"i did so bad, schatje baby" his voice could barely be heard as he just felt too weak from everything. his body was filled with emotions that he didn't even know existed. the disappointment he felt was sickening and he didn't quite know how to deal with these feelings. the only thing he could do was cry in your arms.

"no way you didn't, you drove so well my love. that race was yours, it was a split second thing. there was nothing more you could have done. ive never been more proud of you than i am now max, everyone is so proud of you" you always tried your hardest to comfort him after a loss but he was stubborn and rarely actually took in what you said.

"not my dad" his voice was low, as if he didn't even want you to hear what he said. but you did. his father always loomed in the back of his mind no matter what he was doing. his fathers voice booming through his brain.

"he isn't here, no one else matters but me and you right now. im proud of you and thats all that matters. you've given this season your all, trust me i would know" a soft smile fell on your lips, max couldn't help but stare at your mouth as you talked. "you've spent countless hours in that bloody gym at home and did everything you could to make sure the best max was out on them tracks this season. i promise you max so many people will believe that you won this race and are standing behind you" his face had seemed to calm down a little now. his eyebrows no longer scrunched and his frown was slowly become flat.

his eye fell to the hat that was in your hand, your eyes doing the same. your smile got bigger as you knew what he wanted. you quickly secured the hat on its rightful place on maxs head. hats had slowly become a comfort for max. you would hardly ever see him without one, especially on race weekends. it became a shield between him and the scary eyes of the world. all he needed to do was tilt his head slightly down and he was alone and away from the chaos.

he quickly secured his lips to yours as his hands found the sides of your neck. your hands grabbing his wrists. he needed one final reassurance from you before he had to face the horrible questions of the media.

"go do what you need to do baby, call me and ill come find you. remember, im so proud of you." you placed a final kiss to his nose and cheek before he grabbed his helmet and began to make his way out the room. "you'll always be my champion max verstappen" you winked before he disappeared out the room.

he was a champion, he didnt need a trophy to prove it.

i hope you enjoyed my first max fic, many more to come. please send me requests i love hearing them

[zegalba]

Aya Takano: We, human race made this structure (2021)

[eobsinj]

✨ max verstappen - saudi arabia 2021 ( twt | ig | fb )

[tyrannosaurus-maxy]

I miss them 🥹

[leclerc-s]

it’s monza race week so that means happy anniversary to the following:

monza 1996:

“the tifosi all around me are erupting. the scarlet flags, the ferrari flags are flying. the prancing horses are prancing, and michael schumacher crosses the line to win the italian grand prix”

monza 2008:

"toro rosso gets its moment in the sun. sebastian vettel is a grand prix winner for the first time. he's the youngest ever, and that's one of the greatest things i've ever seen in grand prix racing."

monza 2010:

"rounding the parabolica, what a feeling for fernando alonso! it's forza ferrari, forza fernando. he wins the italian grand prix at monza!"

monza 2019:

"he can see the celebrations starting. he's got one more corner, the famous parabolica to go. mercedes threw everything at him today, charles leclerc has coped brilliantly. he won in spa! he wins in monza! charles leclerc is the winner of the 2019 italian grand prix." alternatively: "il predestinato vince il gran premio d'italia!"

monza 2020:

“pierre gasly is front for the alpha tauri team, that won here as toro rosso and they are gonna win in 2020 as alpha tauri. pierre gasly wins the italian grand prix!"

monza 2021:

“he left red bull, he went to renault, he's gone to mclaren. he's gonna get the victory now, it's mclaren and ricciardo that win the italian grand prix."

[ummick]

📷 @.buttsybutler / instagram

[umseb]

mick schumacher chats with sebastian vettel before driving his dad's jordan 191, silverstone - july 20, 2021

[rb9]

home gp winning kings

[mistressemmedi]

Took them a while but Williams finally managed to have two (equal) cars on the grid

[scuderiatororosso]

2016 ⏩ 2021

[feraltwinkseb]

Formula 2 Testing in Barcelona - Day 1 April 23, 2021 - Barcelona, Spain Source: David Ramos - Formula 1/Formula Motorsport Limited via Getty Images