#I hate sky Italia

[whyamiawakes]

“Very fun game on both sides” well if only you decided to show more than 30 seconds at a time I could enjoy all the apparent fun

[fairylando]

the lando hate is so forced it's getting so old so quickly. even if he loses the championship, he did one hell of a job this year. what happened today was genuinely exhausting just to watch it can't even fathom what it was like to live it.

even worse for him with the added pression of being the first contender for the win, for the championship and an ugly weekend behind him? with a team that still doesn't give him the full trust after 6 years.

i got mad at the sky sports italia commentators too for this because actually what the fuck? just because he's lando he can't do mistakes??? the first year ever since when he's been in formula 1 where he has an actual competitive car, and he can't even try and aim for something because he's lando and he's underserving of it?

says who exactly?

you all love to preach that these drivers are humans with feelings, that their mental health matters, that you shouldn't wish them ill... not when it's him tho. you all scream that he's not fit to be an f1 champion... and then accuse him of being arrogant and selfish. 🫥 pick a version already.

[magical-oppas]

Dude but charles is getting way more hate than carlos. He's been called washed, flop and all sort of things, both by fans AND media

And yeah there are fans now on ferrari posts saying carlos should thank charles, but in Austria when charles got the podium, the comment section were all people saying it should be carlos instead of charles, simply because they couldn't understand the strategy of holding positions in that race.

Idk it's weird to me that people only focus on "charles toxic fans" when this season he is constantly getting crucified by everything he does

Hi fights in monza, he's a bad person, a rat, he lacks honor.

He plays bodyguard in Singapore well that means he doesn't have championship mentality, he's the new bottas. Max would never accept it.

His mistakes are over blown out of proportion compared to the others

Sky UK is calling him overweight, sky italia is saying he's less of a man than carlos.

I will not even bring spanish media comments.

I'm sorry but I'm just tired of people always going on about the toxic charles fans when the whole year he's constantly being attacked by the spanish fanbase and media

Hi, first of all, that's just sports media being sports media. Charles is one of the better drivers on the grid and he is struggling this season, ofcourse they're gonna stomp on him, it gets them the clicks. It sucks, but it happens in every single sport to every single athlete.

Second of all, I think the reason this leaves such a bad taste in my mouth is because it feels like the people complaining are doing it because they expect Carlos to play second fiddle to Charles at all time and now that its been flipped they are livid because in their world it should never happen. That is unreasonable because everyone (except maybe Max) has to play the team game at some point, it shouldn't be this dramatic when it happens. Even 7 time world champion Lewis Hamilton was told to let George past in miami and that wasn't even for the win. And Charles got P4, i would still consider it a good result, Ferrari were the highest scoring team this weekend.

What I'm trying to say is that while yes we can be ticked off that Ferrari fully sacrificed Charles we don't have to act like Ferrari straight up murdered him and his family. But then again, I could also be the unreasonable party here and be overreacting. I just felt sad that both of Carlos wins have been overshadowed by Charles grief.

[lilaceas]

fullfil.

send me to hell won't tier my pieces back as while love for you doesn't grow up upon dirt mud this grows my backbone can grow from my barehead on the bus if mean hallucination when all i did for you i wasn't with her & if love when true could feel warm & dozen of red roses & blue for all pain in my heart can feel tru, & train rides at nyc dow my robe can't shines if staring would be stars if we'd been high & city is ghostly can sounds bigger than your nightmares & can too be dreams, at least surely.

beyond your mind if school girl little fate her head with a crystals tiary & lots of anothers one crown you will know & your eyes bein' gray opals &

swimming pools &

we could drown together innocently like a mermaid & ariel single one.

'Cuz... love be all sniffin' glue & at same time sparing tint over our sky Cuz Heavenly there's some one good than us that gave grace to a way both be dark from within & cannot lie & steal did a child even do for past in a diary crowned candy pig bears. my daughter is myself i can feel she sayin' my name & hurt to be in mouth to mouth as made of money & moved by advices if you prey is only no one needs is only secret & not a way too cloudy if can rain if snowflakes in september springbreaker & we'd get on side to throwback a cigarette & lipstick baby daddy & nana. today i melt & i look upon my spune with a glass wet on & off, felt you watching me from your window you ruin me & that's bad you villain monster & hurts in me little dollyies bunny cold addict liar judger cop sunflower nicotine overdose night & night & night & night & silenced would be in you, may? you call me victim,

for bein' losin' rethoric bullets made off sprit & our drunk ass.

in one yellow cadillac- gold & gun. outside we be too unknows like had i been in a fashion catalog like i wasn't vlada so can be sweet like gettin' too far.from rulling & take my named drowsy in the middle of boulevard & see that shit places where you & her can be safe as vlada Roslyakova i need to go hamburguery at coke &

coke. Lower, live'st i named all poetry books i can't read my number is 3am. o clock & too damn...

honey spillun' fuzzy my tears i'm now.

polar bear coatted- fucks fucks we did give for farwell to princess & an question & pharmacy whose ones take this pain.

Away? she baby pink.

cherry lemonade sugar for breakfast strawberry jam for nothing we all hate strawberries & jam is for when i wake.

love is a riden through lavender air my daughter would hate.

another mommy take smokes all daddy's weed & mouth to hiphop club she is in some rebel heart like millie jackson would came back to prision @ Cemetary Gates. a park 'bout your favorite pill, daddy.

go like jordan, hit up 'em style. needed road gun, & she said fire gun to met glam & give up we'd be there.

glitter & powder. yo sick in Hell & bull shit i'm not like other but every boy's around what if i have my girlfriend. she's tall, sage. she bathin' me.

from smoking pop festival & cursing me be in a magazine cover & kissin' me tongue like peone failing, my baby cake at 15. bury me there no more tats i'm clean i'm new daddy is no longer takin' up little girl dosages we open like a flowery shop.

you 'bout to decapite we measured this taxi we getting more bullets for shows so can be muppet & doll, baby take slow is never wade, & hazy it Hendrix said teeth.

& if miss snort glue,

i'm at bars in 3 by the morning & lickin' my girlfriend pussy & she will be,

on lollipops 'Cuz.

we all drunk. sparkly likes, fireards is same over disney, eggs.

bacon & soda we are yves Saint laurent glowed skinned & hair isn't tide we cold we do not could &...

shore all beside my little girl dolly,

sun marmot light of Italia & cali to feesh your mind,

Captain show me your c-00. 65

touching her is touching me & she will love mommy more & money more all i know i'm bored off daddy that's sponch

give in 991 free & other tales 3 pgi. knowin' now my girlfriend didn't...

take like she was JFK & she seems such a beauty & no born & self devotion paradise isn't even closer:

&, fully of srlf speech & call me angel

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summer dresses on closet i'll fuck you i'll fuck her thy love dismiss motel rest-in-hate-u,

Daddy, home in thee i'm a grow up i did my love born again same switch two pale zin & a little lit jar.

Thee me & U down sometimes i just wished for you to be dead you was boring then you become a drug dealer,

&, i want you all over but sometimes i get too drunk in the dark &

could believ's you dead, too. it crept me out bought to dream. my heart is sick grow again in lame,

my eyes roll

threel of pain.

[aoimeru14]

Yes! Singapore, and Monza actually, were easy P1-P2 opportunities with the right management... Same with Hungary... We could have had a fair race If only they didn't decide to victim blaming one driver and embarrass the other (on his maiden win) for an error THEY committed.

Still sad (and angry) about all those missed opportunities...

I think that part of the problem (with the poor management) lies in the fact that McLaren didn't start this season thinking they could win any championship... They sort of found themselves unexpectedly consistently on the front and weren't prepared for it. They still aren't prepared for it. (And are not prepared for their drivers new demands)

Also... Sadly, i think that they only accepted to help Norris now with the WDC just because the team principal/management team are in a feud with Redbull... (Just that... And maybe that's why Lando doesn't what to win it anymore... He knows they are not doing it because they believe in him. Maybe I'm projecting. Maybe not)

(also, sacrificing Oscar for a feud between teams would be really stupid)

(like, both of the drivers inevitably will end this year feeling used)

Speaking of WDC in a more "healthy way", let's remember that all the front row teams have been really vocal about Norris chances since this spring. Toto, Vasseur and Horner were really confused by Stella neglecting Lando... If McLaren really cared for their drivers (and/or wanted to seize all the opportunities on the plate) they would have made plans since then. How comes that McLaren is suddenly interested NOW? Sus. (Maybe I'm biased, but they really did him, and Oscar, dirty by doing nothing at all).

McLaren, to me, has set clear goals (WCC and keeping the feud with Redbull) too late and has only toxic/bad ideas on how to obtain them.

Also, they seem really cautious with letting the boys race and have them/us have fun... Like, I get that they are really scared for the car (understandable. WCC is on the line. I also shout "CAREFUL WITH THE CAR!" when they overtake each other, don't get me wrong) but, at the end of the day, I suspect that the real reason they don't let them race is because they don't trust them as "team players" when winning is a concrete possibility for both. (Like, they see them as selfish young boys/athletes).

My suspect was, somehow, slightly confirmed by Andrea Stella's post Sprint Race interview (Interlagos) with Sky Sport Italia. He said that his main goal is to make sure that both of the drivers learn to become team players and not just good drivers. (If I can find a translated version I will edit it here, if you want) So, McLaren, to me, just wants them to comply and just do what they are told (like when they said that WDC was not a priority or when they want to do bids for the team just to continue the feud with Redbull).

Well, of course they are under contract (as you also said) so it is normal that they have to do what their team orders them to do. (Even if they don't like it). And yes, I hate that some brainless fans (or just young fans that don't know what having a contract, or a job, means) blame the driver for something like that.

But it makes me think, what about the drivers? Will they want to stay under these strict rules when their contract expires? (Or when new opportunities arise?)

They are both too good for that. (And too used to Max "i do what I want" Verstappen new vision of F1 to comply like older "i will do what my team wants" drivers were used to) So I hope that McLaren wakes up, finds a middle ground and starts managing them better (and lets them race fairly).

But I suspect that McLaren interest lies more on the side of "team player ready to comply" so they don't really feel the necessity of keeping them if they are not willing to do that. (And the drivers know...)

And, also, this situation is not good PR wise. How do they not realize it? They just censor it or cover it with cute landoscar videos... it is not how you deal with it, guys. it just helps fuelling more hate toward them... BOTH OF THEM.

Like, from one side we get the "they wanted Piastri to be a Bottas when Norris is not Hamilton" or "Why being a Bottas when you can be Rosberg".

That's just plain stupidity. All of it doesn't make sense. (Also, what does Oscar gain by doing a multi21 in the last two races? Nothing. Same with Lando. Especially if McLaren is ready to guilt trapping them on radio... Embarrassing.)

And from another the "When has Oscar ever helped Lando??? He is just like Perez to Verstappen." Or "look? Lando has almost a second on him, on the same car! Never beating the second driver allegations".

I really don't know how to comment... Like? Are we seeing the same races? Am I living another reality?

Returning serious, If next year we get a solid start (for WCC) maybe, if they are intelligent, they will let them race better (because they can tolerate a DNF without risking too much on championships, especially at the start of the season).

And if they are MORE intelligent they will fire/change some of the race engineers (or change their current workflow because it clearly doesn't work or brings results... It's too random and reliant on casual events rather than solid simulations).

Thanks got next year we get Courtenay joining the strategy team...

https://www.motorsport.com/f1/news/red-bull-head-of-f1-strategy-courtenay-to-join-mclaren/10657702/

Yes! Some people don't understand that drivers are humans and have off weekends for all kinds of reasons. (Some loved ones died, like Lando in Belgium or Colapinto in Interlagos. Health problems like Oscar before the summer break or Lando in Austria. Just the car not working as expected, like Oscar in Mexico... Or just to much pressure to perform: both of them, Always.)

I really hope, exactly like you, that we will have landoscar for the loooong run. They do really complement each other and are good assets for the team. I just hope the team doesn't f*ck them up...

About the upgrades: yes! They didn't update the floor in Austin, it was too risky and they didn't know if the package would have worked (Produce components costs and they have a spending cap. You don't want to waste money, you produce one and test it, if it works you produce it also for the second car!)

In Austin the seventh upgrade that Lando had while Oscar didn't was the front wing. Spoiler alert? It actually didn't perform as well as expected as the rear wing (that Oscar also had) was dragging the car too much in the straights:

See, they made little changes at the rear at the end but it still wasn't stable:

That's why they also risked only one car in Mexico too with the new floor.

Don't worry for the feedback discourse. Yes I agree, both of them give handful insights. Either from experience and engineering backgrounds (let's not forget that Lando also had an internship in McLaren during his "Nando's coffee boy" era!)

"well McLaren made it awkward for everyone once again" YES. Say it louder for the people in the back.

For Lando's "whining", mh no. I might be biased but I didn't see it that way. Let me give some context:

Oscar had a really bad start (overshadowed by Verstappen shenanigans), so bad that me and the Italian commentators thought it was on purpose to make Lando pass him. We later understood that it was not the case as he closed him behind soon after. To me, Lando, just like us, thought the same and was left confused and worried by the immediate closed door. Like I can imagine Jim thinking "is he complying or not? Do I have to race him?" And, in fact, after they separated from Leclerc and Verstappen he called and asked if he could overtake... To which they responded "we are planning to do the switch at the last lap". Me and the Italian commentators were so shocked that we agreed with Lando when he responded:

Like, what am I doing here then? Waiting for Verstappen to climb up while drinking tea and having breakfast? Should I call my mom and make small talk while we wait?

Like, there were plenty of opportunities to overtake (and race) while Verstappen was busy edging Leclerc... But McLaren wanted to go with the safest way: planning a simple switch.

Result: Lando didn't feel it fair, Oscar was depressed and the haters got plenty of opportunities to say "see? He needs team orders to beat his teammate". Like, we all heard the journalist trying to add fuel to the fire during the interview...

At the end that race was bittersweet for me: on one hand I'm happy that both of the cars are safe, that we got all the needed points in the right order and that Verstappen fell out of the podium (not because I hate him, I actually really like him and his driving style, but for WDC). On the other hand both of the drivers suffered from it and, as always, the social are making fun of them...

(p.s. This fan won everything. Love it! Good prediction!)

Yes, fans that slender everyone because of their deluded parasocial obsession with one driver annoy me too... Landoscar are really cute and funny (and genuine? Well, to me they are) together and I hope they don't need change because of the team...

You are welcome! Sorry if my posts are always this long, i'm a professional yapper and I often get too excited while ranting/gossiping/yapping about my fixations!

As always:

My take on a certain part of the McLaren fandom:

Every tag I open I see parasocial behavior.

Let's just touch grass and stop it. It prevents people from enjoying the sport without cringing (and, moreover, be happy for a team's success).

Why do I have to mute stupid tags (anti...) and block people in order to appreciate F1 in peace? Why do people do not understand that this is an highly mechanical/engineering sport and not only a driving sport? Why do you not understand that drivers are humans too?

But mostly, why does it seem so difficult to root for an entire TEAM?

Like, can't we JUST collectively appreciate everything that happened today? Just for once.

Like:

1. Oscar's sprint pole was a significant milestone for him and his career. (And i would love to see him win the sprint). Although he's still a rookie, he's developing into a really good driver (just needs one or two more years to settle down). Also, he has been maturing a lot since the start of the season and you can see that in the way he speaks about the whole "papaya rules" situation (still hate it, no team orders please... Just tell him to not crash both cars.) now compared to before the summer break. (please Oscar, do not let Mark Webber's delusions get into your brain. Thanks.) Also, nice helmet. Love it.

2. Lando finally looks serene and at ease without succumbing to anxiety for other's expectations. (He also seems to not be willing to give a f*ck about WDC, good for him). I'm also really happy that he's back to eating/drinking before races and can finally enjoy driving again. (Noticed him eating an energy bar before the race in Mexico)

I also noticed that he, just like Oscar, matured A LOT this year, especially after the summer break. (Speaking of the elephant in the room: Despite the team's apparent indifference, I still think that WDC can be achieved if he chooses to. Even if they're not interested in helping him due to different priorities or contract clauses)

And no, he is definitely a First Driver. If you think otherwise you are just living in a delusion, sorry. Telemetry, just like Math, is not an opinion.

Like, look at the last qualy time he did (and aborted) before pitting.

(the green lap records are the last sectors performances set by the driver. Look at them. Just look.)

And yes, if he gets the points he deserves a WDC, if he wants to. He IS a really good driver.

Mentality is a concept as old (and toxic) as Helmut Marko. Please, don't be like him.

3. We are finally seeing what the upgrades were for... Especially after whatever Austin was. (And yes guys, BOTH of the drivers have had the upgrades since Austin. Oscar just got 6 upgrades out of 7 at that time... Not none. Sorry to burst your bubble.)

And no, the upgrades DIDN'T actually upgraded the car's overall performances in Austin, you can clearly see that from the data. They purposely sacrificed it for the next races. See this:

https://f1i.com/news/521800-mclaren-explains-decision-to-delay-updated-floor-in-austin.html

Also they took risks with the floor too in Mexico. And no, they didn't give it to Norris because they hate Piastri. They give it to him mainly because he is more experienced and can provide useful data during practice while Oscar still needs to improve this skill.

4. Also, the team has done a great job in finding a way to change the banned rear wing without compromising performance and exceeding the spending cap. Love it. (also they made a new beam wing configuration specifically for Interlagos and it, apparently, works really well!)

I'm still not convinced that we currently have the best car on the grid (Ferrari looks really solid anywhere) but it's already better than the rocky start we got in US.

Not gonna lie, the moment they sprayed the WHOLE side of the car with the flow-vis in Austin i was like "goddammit, no improvements"... So I'm relieved that it wasn't the case (better sacrifice a race than discard the upgrades package entirely like Ferrari did in Silverstone).

WCC wise, I just hope that today they don't do something silly risking two MCL38 in a multi21. (And that we get some good strategies... Hopefully... Ok, I think I need to start pray some ancient god for that.)

And what If they multi21? Well, it would be really entertaining, but I don't think Lando wants to risk points/DNF for that. It's just not his style. (Mentality again? Go to bed grandpa... And take your medicines)

Let's be healthy fans, guys. Not parasocial delulus. We can rant about McLaren shenanigans TOGETHER.

Like, YES, i'm still convinced that the strategy team/management team is doing a real poor job this year. Both in managing the races and managing the drivers. (Including Bortoleto's contract clauses...)

And last (and least?), I loved the Google chromed livery aesthetically... HATED it aerodynamically. You won't be missed. Sorry Google, I had to say it.

Thank you for reading my rant. Love y'all (even if you don't agree with me)!

[charlosmybelovd]

IM SO FUCKING MAD

They asked first if the car was okay and Daniel said that HE WAS OKAY, then they knew that they fucked up and said “I’m glad you’re okay”

And in the Italian F1 sky stream they keep repeating that second bit without the first! And the commentators said “good job for mclaren bc they asked if he was okay and then tried to reassure him by saying that the car could always be fixed later”… IM SPEECHLESS

[husbandhoshi]

minghao / 5 / 9 :^)

5. romcom // 9. “you kissed me.” “you kissed me first!”

it all started in the laundry room.

admittedly, you're not in the best mood at 2 am that friday night, carrying down a pile of laundry half your size to the 18th century laundry machines in the basement of your apartment complex.

but you aren't expecting to run into the tall, sunglasses-donning stranger flinging quarters into a washing machine—your favorite, the one that doesn't snag your delicates. all the other machines rumble; of course they're all in use, on the one day you knock your teacup into your suitcase while packing for the business trip you are leaving for in approximately 6 hours.

"who the fuck else is doing laundry at this hour?" you joke aloud, half intrigued by the way he fans out some expensive silken scarf over the grimy lid of the machine, half unspeakably pissed off that your favorite pair of pajamas smells like bergamot and all you want is to go the fuck to bed before your flight tomorrow.

"me." he says flatly.

he shakes out yet another expensive looking textile, and you watch as the basement's off-white light scatters in the chartreuse, makes it look cosmic. he turns to look at you, and somehow he looks elegant under the fluorescent lamps--even the perch of his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose looks refined.

"you're using all the machines?" and it's more of a rhetorical question because of course he is, of course the one million dollar man with a bag of clothes that looks like it costs more than your life itself is using all of the goddamn washing machines.

"do you have a problem with that?" he raises an eyebrow, eyes glinting brightly even beneath the tint of his glasses.

"um." you inhale to center yourself. "why else do you think i'm here?"

"to say hello." the stranger again turns his head to look at you, almost as if his gaze was a courtesy, and smiles. "xu minghao. your new neighbor."

no, no, no.

"i'll be out of your hair in an hour," he says dismissively, as you turn on your heel, followed by the clatter of more quarters in another machine.

"asshole!" you huff. "your sunglasses are dumb, by the way."

you're smashing the "up" elevator button before he gets a chance to reply, but what follows you into the cabin is a curious laugh, one that makes your stomach curl and your heart skip a beat.

—

new years eve.

by now, you've found out minghao is a fashion designer.

despite your best efforts, he made you a part of his world. first, rolls of taffeta and mohair and muslin peeking underneath his front door. then the dress form on his balcony (that you phoned the cops over because you thought it was an intruder), and finally evenings spent between the creased spines of vogue italia while he regaled you with stories about fashion school, told over flutes of trader joe's wine and the metronome beat of his sewing machine.

("i'm just here for the alcohol," you tell him, already halfway through a practiced roll of your eyes. "just try on the coat. you're already the worst model in the world." "honored." there's a smile simmering beneath your lips. you bite your cheek.)

you think you still hate him, but your new years date just dumped you and you hate the idea of being alone on new years more than your hot, annoying neighbor.

minghao tops up your glass. you're sprawled out on the hardwood of his apartment floor, staring at the sky, blooming with fireworks, through the netting of his balcony door. he's looking at you with a curious fascination, grinning as you disappear again under the tilt of your cup.

you feel hot under his gaze, but you tell yourself it's the alcohol talking. it always is.

"you must have really liked him," minghao says, in that offhand way that makes it sound like he doesn't care even if he does.

"nah. i think being in your presence requires a certain level of intoxication." you cock your head to the side to look at him, and you smile, feeling your heartbeat get all prickly and quick when his lips curl up just the slightest in response.

minghao takes another swig from his glass, and you notice the wine makes his lips look rosy. you wonder, disastrously, how they feel. what he tastes like.

and then you're made aware that you're drawing closer to him, pulled by some invisible string in your chest that's winding your hearts together.

you're not sure if it's love or lust or alcohol but before you know it, your lips are on his, first all hesitance, the skim of his eyelashes on your cheek and the canvas of his collar, and then the sting of the alcohol on his tongue, the silk of his hand on your jaw.

and you let yourself drown until you come up for air, sputtering and red-faced.

you look at him, all half-lidded and lips slick with your spit, and your heart feels like an overblown balloon ready to pop.

"what the fuck, minghao."

"you kissed me." he says, clearly more amused than upset.

"you kissed me back!"

"and i'll kiss you again," he says.

you let him.

[celestialgaea]

write a fic(nsfw or sfw its up to you) with Ezio and a teenage girl who fell in love with him(i’d want it nsfw if you’re fine with it)

I'd love to do that! It has been quite some time since I wrote a request, so i’m so excited! Enjoy :)

Pairings: Brotherhood!Ezio Auditore x Reader

Warnings: Mature content, smut, age gap

Disclaimer: Ezio is at the age of 45 at the beginning of the Brotherhood serie as the reader will be the age of 19, so if you are uncomfortable with age gaps then i’d advice you to scroll further. It is not wrong to have feelings for an older man, however, it is wrong if an older person would use it to manipulate you and hurt you intentionally. This was written for the mere entertainment of the AC fandom!

A/N: I am so sorry for letting the requester wait for weeks! I hate to keep people waiting, I swear. But I have been able to finish this piece and I'm so happy! Let it enjoy you, loves

Along the horizon a blemish of darkness formed and began to spread itself along the, what seemed, infinite edges of the earth. The orange sky set her intentions to flee and slowly vanished, causing the natural state of the heaven’s to occur right in front of your eyes. It felt lonely yet so calming.

‘You seem so dazed by the upcoming nightsky, mia signora.’ The grumbling undertone of Ezio’s voice was vibrating inside of his chest and could be felt against your back. It was as though the vibration was spreading from his breast towards your lower abdomen as a warm and tingling flow. 'It's just beautiful.' You said.

'Just beautiful?' You didn't need to face him to know that he'd raised an eyebrow saying that. It was a very typical gesture Ezio always made, even unknowingly, and that small signal was just enough for him to add a subtle layer of promiscuity to himself. Ezio simply wouldn't be 'Ezio' without a touch of promiscuity. That was the secret to his unexplainable aura that made you taste life whenever you were in his prescence and yet all the flavour would get drained from your tongue if he'd leave, as if the gate's of heaven closed abruptly in front of your eyes as his back was turned towards you. He carried temptation and desire with him, to wherever he goes, and even makes the strictly chaste women beg him for a brush against their thigh, an intense look from his smouldering eyes, a hot and lingering breath against their open mouth.

'Yes, just beautiful, Ezio.'

'And what makes it beautiful, bambini?'

'The calm and enigmatic scenery. It's dark and unknown, and yet it's the most intruiging thing i've ever observed. Reminds a bit of you, just a little bit.' Small spots of flaming skin freckled the whole width of your face and there would be no point in turning the other cheek as Ezio's overtowering head already noticed your reddish feature underneath his gaze. He emitted a breathless laugh, a grumbling grin. There was a tendency that whispered in Ezio's ear. This tendency told him to make a teasing remark about your blushing skin. It would've subconciously stretch out his ego, add a bit of empowerment to his pride knowing that even at the ripe age of 45 he'd still be able to make the early flourished flower allow her sweet nectar to be tasted by him, just a small taste of enlightening in return for enlightment.

'And, again, what makes me a bit like that?' Ezio asked, repeating to raise one eyebrow. You stayed quiet, not knowing what to say, and just kept listening to the constant rips and breaks of small twigs and dried up leaves getting crushed underneath the horse's hooves. 'Am I really that closed, huh? I thought the whole of Italia knew about my reputation from waltzing to one flower to the other.' He released a breathless laugh again. 'Yes, they do. But that is because it's the only part of you they see,' You paused to subtly sniff up the drippling liquid that ran down your left nostril just in time before it reached the open door to your philtrum. 'Truly, you are an open book, but written in a cryptic language.' It was troublesome to hide the breath-heaving excitement that hugged your chest tightly as Ezio's body rubbed itself against yours with every gallop and bumpy cantering the horse made. Wether it be his upper thighs softly caressing the backside of your thighs or the warmth of his sweaty robes clinging itself onto your back, it was enough for your mind to wander towards more bare skin.

'Bambini, there are more parts of me that they have seen. And besides, you are still too young to be putting your nose inside of my younger years.' You grinned softly. 'I don't find you that old.' 'Oh?' 'How old are you? 40?' You asked. 'I wish,' Ezio said, almost daydreaming. 'But alas, I am forty-five.' 'forty-five sounds...' 'Old? Don't be shy, mia signora, I won't bite.' The soft rumbly undertone of his voice was melodic. His talk was never mundane.

'Forty-five sounds ripe.' If you were able , or rather, if you dared to face Ezio you knew that he would be taken aback. You continued. 'A perfect age where experience, wisdom and vigor is combined. Well, it depends on the individual, but you have the right combination; You have a lot of vigor,' His arms slightly embraced you tighter. 'You have experience,' He tugged onto the reigns, expertly, causing the fleshy stallion to prance, exposing the strenght and beautiful anatomy of the animal. 'And wisdom.' And he stood halt in front of his mansion. The mansion where he inhabited the role of mentor, brother, son and lover.

'I feel honored, truly. You may be young, (Y/N), but your mind is beyond your years. I have a friend whom you may like to talk to. Nicollo Machiavelli. Do you know him?' You shook your head. 'I have never heard of messere Machiavelli.' 'Understandable,' Ezio handed the reigns over to the stable boy, a meager young man whose hands had more capacity than his head.

The night might have brought a serenity with her for those whom were able to seek it, but for you there was none to find. The only presence that kept you company, sadly enough, was a bird who kept on singing its weeping lullaby. You just wanted Ezio to be here in this guest room, only him and you. It musn't be moans and brushes and kisses and touches, that enigmatic warmth and intimidation that was present around him was more than enough. How you would've regretted it to wake up the next morning, if you had found the will to sleep, only for this place to be without any trace of Ezio's presence.

An onimous silence brooded. Ezio couldn't be asleep, not yet. And you knew that well enough. You had silent hopes on Ezio coming through your door when you took a porcelain oil lamp holder in your hands and hesitatingly threw it onto the floor. The split second of the oil lamp holder being afflicted by deepend cuts that spread itself rapidly all over the object until it shattered into a mess of piercing shrieks made you shiver as the next second was overflowed by the complete silence of the night. It took less than a minute when you heard heavy stomping coming nearer and nearer. The door opened and exposed Ezio, whose chest was heaving and sighs were heavy, in only his loosened chemise and -Oh, how daring- open breeches. He locked eyes with you before turning his gaze towards the sharp mess on the floor.

'(Y/N), oh dolce madre di Gesù. What did you do now, kid. You could've hurt yourself.' Kid. His vague thinking had spat out the truth of how he truly perceived you. A child. A naïve and stupid child.

'I'm sorry, I just wanted to write but I accidently pushed the lamp holder away with my arm.' You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to hide the dispair that one word brought you.

Kid

'Well, don't let me interrupt your writing, then. And don't you make me worry like that again, understood? My old man's heart can't take that.' He grinned at his own words before silence took a hold again; for him it was a sign to walk away and so he did. He walked out, but you (Oh, you!) couldn't help but stay nailed to the ground, your eyes following the trails of wrinkles on the back of his chemise.

'Besides,' You said hesitantly, breaking the silence and breaking his steps. Ezio was not far from the door before heading back to you, awaiting your words at your door frame. He stood there and it was real. This all was real. You called him and now you were obliged to continue.

'I am not a kid. I am nineteen. I am an adult.' Ezio smiled -unknown if it was to laugh at you or to have pity on you-. soft rimples adorned the sides of his eyes. You had no idea of what to expect from him. And weird enough, Ezio came closer. 'I know. But you're still so naïve. Do not feel embaressed for being called a kid. Actually, forgive me, I should not have called you such. You are much more mature than a kid,' You didn't know how to respond, so you just nodded your head in acknowledgement, your lips curling into a faint smile.

'But do I look like a young girl? And I mean, like, a kid girl.' Ezio squinted his eyes faintly and his face was slightly angled to the side, mildly questioning you.

'In what context?'

'Physical appearances.' He couldn't help but laugh quietly, shaking his head. '(Y/N), Ragazza, Yes you look like a young girl, but not a kid,' Ezio paused in his words. And you couldn't help but stray your eyes away from his dilated pupils to the curvy pathway of thick eyelashes that hung like curtains underneath his bottom eyelids. 'Your skin is youthful and supple, your eyes look dull but they are filled with life. Why wouldn't you want these features while you still have them?' For some reason you couldn't fixate yourself on his words. At that moment you felt intoxicated by the subject and wanted to take it a step further. You yearned to fall into his arms for no reason but to feel him. If it was possible, you would've clung your body onto his. You weren't even able to process his words, your mind was to busy wandering towards sensing Ezio to the fullest.

'No. No, no, no,' You shook your head with every word, saying them vaguely and you felt like whining for comprehension. 'Not my skin nor my eyes nor my hair nor my ears. I meant my body. Does my body look mature?' Ezio's eyes seemed to hesitate, trembling, as if he feared to break an oath of chastity. He bit onto the soft tissue inside of his cheek, knowing that your gown was fairly see through; such was exposed by the protrusion of your soft nipples.

'You're wearing a loose nightgown so it's difficult for me to judge. Still I cannot judge from the formal dresses you wear, that would be perverse, (Y/N), you know that.' How willing you were to get an answer out of him. Just a comment on your hips or your soft breasts or the faint curvature from your elegant ankle. Nothing more. Allowing him to whisper it to your curves, letting the words embrace its soft skin.

You tugged onto the collar of your nightgown to push it down your shoulders. Ezio kept silent, unable to predict your actions, and yet, somehow, he was in awe. The cotton night dress slipped down from your body and the unexpected exposure of wind seared your skin. You noticed how he tried to quietly cover his breeches with his chemise. It brought you a sense of victory, knowing that his breath was unstable as he fought against his desire to hold you, to warm you, to love you. He nearly seemed frozen.

'(Y/N)...' Ezio pierced your eyes with an intensity of his. You took hold of his hand and unsurely cupped them around your breasts, insecure of his big hands not being delighted by the size -How silly it might've sounded to him-.

'Is my body mature? Please, Ezio, don't keep your thoughts to yourself.' You had to laugh while saying that, you didn't know wether it was to laugh away the scorching silence or your own slight embaressment of your impusliveness.

Ezio held the soft flesh underneath your breasts and tenderly touched them, sometimes his thumb caressed your nipples before replacing it with the soft touches of his incinerating breath and hunry lips. This feeling was new to you, new but welcoming. A heavy intoxication of his bodily warmth seared your skin, your veins, your blooming flower. Your womanhood was singing with passion, begging for him to make it reach her sweet melodious notes like the upper string of a lute. Ezio's lips traced across your collarbone and planting soft kisses with tenderness up to your neck. You instinctively opened your mouth for only a melodious heavy breath that whispered to Ezio for more.

'Your body is so mature, from your beautiful breast,' His handpalm enveloped your private part, slightly squeezing it before pressing two fingers against your humid crease and clit. 'To the carnal lust that hides inside of your fullgrown womanhood.' He whispered against the beginning of your cheekbone. With tender kisses he drew from your cheek to your lips, reddened and plumped by arousal. He sucked onto your bottom lip before taking all of you in. The meatiness from the kiss moved waves of heavily emotions inside of you. Before you'd know it you had your tongue caressing his. Ezio smothered a groan in your mouth. He tasted of wine, tons of glasses to drown the loneliness and create the illusion of a company that was just the two-sidedness of his tipsy subconciousness. His shirt was pulled over his head with an impatient tremble and you know how he slowly came to implode by all of the sensory goodness.

He carried you onto the bed. Ezio's body was fit for his age; broad, muscled an yet soft, but not that soft. His hands wandered towards the rim of his breeches to pull them of, but he came to a halt, leaking the trimmed hairs that led to his manhood. A realistion had hit him.

'Bella,' He spoke. 'You're a virgin, true? Pardon me if I'm incorrect.' You nibbled on your lip. 'Yes.' He hummed. The hum didn't seem one of desire nor out of regret. 'I don't want to put myself on display immediately because that would make you uncomfortable as it is your first time.' A warm sensation formed in your heart. He cared. He truly cared. It made you trust him even more and you were sure he wouldn't hurt you, not at all. His mouth opened, wanting to speak further.

'When was the last time you had your menstrual cycle?' He asked. You let out a breath as you thought about it. 'More than two weeks ago, why?' Oh, how limited your sexual knowledge was and how you were ashamed of it. 'To make sure you won't carry my child.'

Ezio came onto the bed to hover you. 'I'll make sure you never want to share the bed with no other man except for me.' He whispered. Ezio flowered blooming kisses onto your neck as his hand began playing with a single breast, giving love and affection to it. You expected the soft trails of his fingers to set its odyssey towards your womanhood, but he stopped, resting the palm of his hand onto your lower stomach. 'Calm down, bella, you are way to tense.' You didn't even realise how the muscles in your neck had moved against his mouth the lower his hand went or how your eyes counted every indivual speck of grayed out plasterwork that was spreaded across the ceiling as a way to escape the anxiety of the moment.

'I'm sorry,' You said with a breathless grin, trying to laugh away the strain that was poured upon your shoulders.

Ezio's fingers slowly slid down your stomach towards your womanhood as he murmered against you neck how it was okay to feel frightened by the idea of a man seeing her so bare and vulnerable. The first touch against your clitoris, so careful and feathery, had the small and swollen pearl craving for more of the sensational ecstacy. He began playing with it; rubbing, turning, licking and sucking. The closeness and scorching warmth of his mouth against your private part was as loving as it was undressing you from your shame. How you were so riled up that even the most repulsive persons could be seen as appealing if they'd stood in front of you as Ezio was making the tension inside of your folds build up. The warmth of his humid tongue against such an intimiate place felt unexplainable good, so good even, both to you as to him, that glistening streaks of Ezio's salive rolled down your fold onto the white bedsheets.

You gripped Ezio's hair. Your pelvis was raised and back was arched as you felt the sweetness of the upper snare of a lute being played on your womanhood. Your mouth opened and a long lasting moan emitted from deep down your throat as the shuddering sensation overwhelmed you.

Ezio's lips curled into a smirk. 'We are not done yet, ragazza,' He said mischievously. 'But firstly I will need to break your hymen, so it'll be easier for me to enter you.' And there was that small speck of anxiousness again, slowly growing. The flushed colour withdrew itself from your face. 'How will you do that?' You asked with a hint of concern in your voice. Ezio's body hovered yours again and he began sucking your neck with the moist of his mouth. '(Y/N),' he whispered against your skin. '(Y/N),' He whispered again. And again. And again. Ezio massaged your jaw with his hands and locked eyes with you. 'I will enter you with two of my fingers so your vagina will get used to penetration, then i'll slowly go in deeper until it will be a tad easier to enter you.' 'Will it hurt?' You asked, unsurely. 'It can feel a little bit uncomfortable, but not painful.' You gave an understanding nod. 'Do you feel ready, (Y/N)?' And You nodded again.

Ezio's torso embraced the side of your body as his lips found their way to the sweet spot at the end of your jaw and let it be overwhelmed by the humid heat of his mouth. You were pushed back on the crooked duvet with the utmost tenderness of his hand and you could feel how alive his erection was as it slightly sunk into the flesh of your thigh. Ticklish strokes were made by his fingers whom were slowly removed from the rounds of your breast to set its journey to bring itself in between your thighs. He opened them, slowly, and as soon as your womanhood was fully unveiled in front for his eyes -again- his warm hand squeezed your inner thigh before immediately cupping your bush.

Ezio's kisses kept growing onto your neck and breast as his other arm had been slithered underneath your back to embrace it, pushing your side closer against the heat of his body. Both his middle and index finger began to move across your slit, and he did that a few times, and then he twirled his fingers against your hot and naked flesh to cover them with your natural wetness. The sweetness of his kisses began to vanish as you were focusing more on the interaction of time and the distance of his fingers that slowly began to emerge into one puddle of subconscious fear and confusion -which you covered by an arbirtrary and unspontanious grin-. Ezio placed the tip of his fingers against your opening and slowly wiggled them not even half an inch inside of you. He looked at you. 'Are you hurt?' You shook your head, scared that an emitted word from your throat would ruin the state of false, but striking, serenity you were able to put yourself in. Ezio slowly pushed in deeper and wiggled his fingers slightly before taking them back to the beginning of your openening, but not out, to cover it with more lube that was the most present at your crease. And so he did that again and again until the feeling of pinched and uncomfortable skin had passed and his fingers had an open way towards the unknown depths of your body.

Ezio let his fingers return to the fresh air and kissed you passionatly on your lips. 'Good girl.' He whispered against them. And that was when it happened. Ezio stood up from the bed and began opening his breeches, the profits of plundered money slid down his toned legs and he pushed the trousers at his ankles of with his feet.

It was intimidating and...surreal. You had seen penisses before, but on statues which were a state of purity and modesty, but this. You were doubting if he was able to fit as the comparison of size between his fingers and his manhood was draconian. It stood erect and a few droplets of precum shone on top of his glans.

Ezio hovered you and his stubble tickled the skin around your mouth as he kissed you. His breath came in heavy and irregular parts through his nose and brushed your top lip as his hands had pressed you against his body. His erection was pressed against your body. Ezio gripped your inner thigh to place it over his back and you could see how his eyes were in a half open state of intoxication, his mouth -also- half open and forming a faint grimace. He took his penis in his hand and guided it towards your entrance and slowly put it inside of you, just a little bit. He used the same method as he did with his fingers until the uncomfortable pushes had vanished and he was able to enter you fully.

You felt filled, literally. At first, the slow thrusts were numb until your wetness had come much quicker and in a bigger amount which made the thrusts more rapid, rougher and painless. Ezio's mouth stood agape with soft grunts emitted from it.

And suddenly you felt it. A slow but emotionally overwhelming sensation of building up ecstacy was present the more he thrusted and the more the warmth and the nearness of his bare pelvis pushed against yours. You let yourself listen and observe the orders of your body and automatically widened your thighs for Ezio to thrust in deeper. He kept thrusting in, and with each thrust you gripped his thigh, underneath the fold of his buttocks, and tried to push him in deeper as the building up sensation became sweeter and sweeter and the private parts began to throb agressively. You felt that you were almost there and so did Ezio.

You arched your head back and the sweet sensation of Ezio's scorching body against yours, his lenght filling you and his face burried in your neck overwhelm you. You thought your womanhood was about to burst as so much power and energy came from it and you kept squeezing your eyes until Ezio's grunts vanished in your neck with the warm seed that had been spilled inside of you.

All of this was intense. Unbelievable even. You were in bed with an infamous murderer, the blood of tens and hundreds of people sticking in between his fingers and dried onto his armour, and yet he was naked and vulnerable and tired in your embrace. A man in his forties skin on skin with a sensitive youth. Both committed and so alive. You wondered if more days like this were going to come or if that would be an illusion for the pleasure of your mind and that this was just the only time Ezio was able to give in to your sensuality. But for the moment you didn't care. You were both naked, satisfied and intoxicated.

[aoimeru14]

That's interesting!

Sky sport Italia commentators hated/were confused by the "swap in lap 24" but then proceeded to praise McLaren at the actual swap by saying "it was perfect".

Then, during the post-race commentary they re-evaluated the statement by saying "McLaren should have given teams order half season ago (Hungary), now is a bit late. I do not understand why they didn't realize it sooner".

So I need to know who other countries (in uk) commentary team felt in that disastrous McLaren Strat.

[lightsoutf1]

I’m getting more and more upset at the continued and bitter hate that I see towards Max. Every new female fan it seems hates him from what I can see

He used slurs he shouldn’t have but he admitted AND said that they were not correct. People forget that Max is on record as saying his own Dad called him the R word multiple times. Called Max a stupid pig. The words Max used were words that were used against him growing up and he hasn’t yet broken out of that cycle. That’s what happened. Everyone is acting like he intentionally used them towards someone who would be affected by them. He never did that. He said them in his car after a high speed crash with no one around him and only his race engineer on the radio. That’s what happened. The actual person he spoke them about (Lance) has said that Max talked to him about what happened afterwords and it’s all good now yet fans have this agenda of hate that they still want to persue. 

People say it’s easy to apologise but he did something better than that, he said it was not correct to use the words that he did. Saying sorry is easy. People say sorry to get out of stuff they mean all the time. Do something intentional, say sorry, let off scott free. Do something unintentional, say that is was not correct and you will do better and you have the whole of the F1 fandom calling you a racist and a dick because you never said the word sorry...

I am sick of it.

In 6 years, no one, I mean not a sole thought Max was racist because we saw how he interacted with every nationality and person that he met. Have you ever seen him treat a person differently just because of who they are? Never. 

In fact you saw him being completely kind and generous to a person, who just happened to also be a person of colour in the background of a SKY Italia report. Max did not know he was being filmed when he did that. He treats everyone equally, no matter who they are. It was pretty much the epitome of #weraceasone https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xUKFrw8l2zE

He gets on well with Lewis and Lewis gets on well with him, has said on multiple occasions and years ago at that, that Lewis would be a driver that he would like to go on a night out with. He respects him and has DEFENDED him multiple times from the hateful media and the FIA yet Hamilton fans here and on twitter are the FIRST to say he is racist. Based on what evidence?? What has Max said and done about Lewis that makes you think like that? Because Max has been nothing but respectful and genuine with him. If you watch them together in press conferences they are always laughing and joking. Max called out the car as being dominant but is that a lie? No, thats just being truthful. He said that Mercedes needed Lewis because he was the 7 time champion, the one that would make the right decisions at the right times. Did he kneel? No Did he say he supported Lewis and his actions? Yes 

Go watch his videos and see the person he is and then come on here or on social media and see the complete disconnect that is happening.

Max is funny, he loves his family, he loves his friends, he loves to race, he gets on really well with the other drivers, he hates lying, he says what on his mind. Can also be a bit of a dick sometimes when he gets angry? Yes but I’d rather that then someone who is not honest and manipulates you. 

So ya, that’s my rant.

You can make up your own minds. 

[fadingluminaryruins]

If this guy was really right in his stupidity, he wouldn't try to avoid a particular media, after confronting it with his clowning. Especially Sky Italia.

He must have been so offended that a journalist is better at analyzing their dumb strategy. And especially social media. The shame he must have to avoid a journalist simply for a relevant remark.

I hate this man, now. Everything he does, makes him even more hateful.

Well when there is a doubt, there is no doubt.

[evilscuderia]

I literally don't read YouTube comments anymore because people are so stupid when it comes to Ferrari... The engineers literally do their job and everybody's like "Uhm this team is TOXIC!!"

i know they're like mh yes seems perfectly logical to judge the driver-team relationship based on a 1 minute team radio clip. like. the comments about xavi are always awful for no reason – like how the whole "if you manage to keep bottas behind" bit had everyone calling him all sorts of things while charles was on sky sport italia saying they all laughed about it. i myself think xavi isn't the best choice for charles at this moment in his career (and mostly because of charles), but the way people talk about him as if he's an idiot and not a perfectly competent engineer with 15 years of experience who's managed to land one of the top jobs in motorsport is truly beyond me.

and don't get me started on the comments about riccardo adami. i think a lot of it has to do with the fact that he used to be seb's race engineer so people hate him by default + mclaren fans are desperate to prove carlos was happier in their team for some reason. but first of all riccardo is one of the best race engineers in the sport, second... like i'm sorry he's not doing somersaults after getting p3 in a sprint race knowing they weren't going to be able to keep the position in the race. when carlos has had good results (in actual races) riccardo has always been enthusiastic, showing up under the podium with the biggest smile on his face. so like... just say you don't like/want to like ferrari and move on but don't throw shit at people who are just doing their job

[ricciardhoes]

okay wait i thought villeneuve hated lance. like didnt he say he should be fired like last season??? (also i’m hoping he apologized in private because if not 🪓)

so i went looking and in october 2020 he said

The 1997 F1 World Champion has told Sky Italia that he believes fellow-countryman Lance Stroll “doesn’t have the will to make it to the highest level” after he was forced to pull out of the recent Eifel GP with a severe upset stomach.

i’m literally crying someone needs to come and collect him he keeps contradicting himself

[spadotto-ottodespade]

Spoilers

By RollingStone italia

Suburra is a coming of age gangster and - like any self-respecting coming of-age novel, at the center there is a special relation: in this case the one between Spadino and Aureliano, which is a real bromance, more: a story of ‘love’. 

Giacomo: Looking back at the series, I wrote to Alessandro: <<We played two characters who really love each other.>> First of all because we want them, and then because thanks to everyone’s work, we have created protagonists who have entered people’s hearts: people feel that they know them, that they have become attached to them. It is absolutely a love story between two gangsters, a friendship told through two people who initially hate each other and go on this whole journey together, which for the viewer lasts three seasons, but the actual time is very short.And I think you see even in the last season, some of my scenes with Alessandro were improvised.

Which one?

For example, the sequence in which we close Cinaglia in the sauna, which for me is beautiful. arnaldo Catinari, who made a great directional debut, told us: “Guys, have fun, let off steam.” And so it went, I think it feels. Then the contrast is fantastic: in the other room there is the drama and we are in the kitchen making pasta with tuna.

And about your characters there is this wonderful meme: “Find someone who looks at you as Spadino looks at Aureliano”.

They have created several. There is also another very famous one with me from behind and Alessandro raising his hand, it’s pratically used for everything now.

There is a photo posted by Borghi in the recent weeks in which you have a more precise hairstyle, “dr. Giacomo Ferrara.”

That’s a project Alessandro and I took part in, but I can’t tell you anything about that either. I swear you’ll have news shortly.

You didn’t ask me the Spadino soundtrack for this third season.

Go!

Actually, it’s the same as the Second Season: Il cielo in una stanza (the sky in a room)

[leqclerc]

There is a... hmmm... stillness? to Seb that this year has, more than any other, really brought out in him. He's much more thoughtful (as in thinking before speaking) with his words, and it's an energy I really appreciate. I love the knowing looks, and the scrutiny he gives interviewers with just his eyes because of the mask. Like idk about you but I would hate to ask a dumb question and fall afoul of his scathing looks and just know that vocally it's about to get worse, but I love seeing that

Ah, yes! And I love the way you phrased all of this. Fall afoul of his scathing looks oh my 😳 [insert “mark me down as scared and horny” meme here] 

You’re right. But also I’m not surprised. He’s generally matured a lot over the last few years and he knows what’s truly important in life and what isn’t, which means he’s less interested in playing games and more easily annoyed by general media dumbassery. On top of that he’s had to spend the entire season answering repetitive and often infuriating questions about, “Oh why are you performing so poorly?”, “Why is the car so slow?”, “When will Ferrari’s situation improve?”, “Are you going to retire if you don’t find a drive?” etc. Like, he didn’t build the car, that’s not his fault. Even if he can diagnose what’s wrong (understeer, lack of straight line speed) it’s not up to him to fix that. I remember at one point (after the Styria crash I think) he was straight up asked “Does it feel like you’re in a nightmare right now?” and he was like “I just hope I eventually wake up.” I remember watching the...it must’ve been his post-race (well, post-DNF more like) interview in Monza with I believe a Sky Italia pundit and the whole thing was so uncomfortable and awkward to watch. It was definitely one of those interviews where his eyes gave away how annoyed he was. Same with the whole virtual press conference questions like...some of them were honestly ridiculous. 

[foreverformula1]

I will be honest today with Russel: I know it's the adrenaline of racing and stuff but if the Sky Italia reporters didn't try to explain it and if I was new,I would think that he was an aggressive driver or that he hated Bottas and did it on purpose but didn't plan collide with him. Those replays were concerning.

-I know that he didn't did it on purpose and that he said that he will apologize after the medical check up.