#Williams Racing

[fcaruana]

Yes, there was a smell of weed, man. I think that if all the drivers take a doping test now we all will be positive, I swear

[purinfelix]

didn't see the scale at first and just assumed the mechanics had put him in time out for his crimes

[lazybatata]

rip Williams' remaining money

[ihaveitprinteddout]

[source]

[alixm4trix]

things that happened at the las vegas quali that cannot be real:

- the track smelled of marijuana

- the drivers were most likely high as kites

- max on the weed smell: “you can smell it quite well. i was quite high in the car [laughs] it’s not ideal, because you can also smell it while driving and it's quite extreme."

- franco's statement on the weed smell: "yes, there was a smell of weed. if they dope the drivers now, i think we'll all test positive, i swear, idiot. when we all test positive, there will be a mess,"

- redbull 😭😭 diy'ing their rear wing BECAUSE THEY GOT THE WRONG ONE 😭😭 close enough welcome back stake sauber

- hamilton watching his very public fallout with his homoerotic best friend on not one, but TWO screens

- both gr63 and lh44 saying they dont know why they're fast

- bottas donating the money from his “what’s next?” merch to a charity for people who were unexpectedly fired from their jobs 😭

- bottas wearing said merch to the race itself

- checo getting booed by himself on the dome

- alpine p3?? alpine admin posting memes about it???

- ADELE ON THE TRACK

- but she supports mclaren

[race-week]

[takeyrhandsoffmyneck]

“average f1 team has to last minute repair 3 cars every year” factoid is a statistical error. williams georg, which has to last minute repair 10000 cars every year, is an outlier and should not be counted.

[francolapintohq]

Franco Colapinto with Alexander Albon and Oscar Piastri (McLaren) on the grid during the F1 Grand Prix of Las Vegas at Las Vegas Strip Circuit on November 23, 2024 in Las Vegas, Nevada. (Photo by Mark Sutton - Formula 1/Formula 1 via Getty Images)

[puzzlesandcons]

Y'all I am continuously baffled by the F1 Brad Pitt self invert fiction of a movie. Like I am not sure if this fictional insta account is in any way affiliated with the movie but this kinda shit literally 20 min after a real actual crash that harmed a real person is in really poor taste. What the fuck is this?? These posts were back to back on my feed too.

[acrosstobear]

ALEX 😭

[leclerc-s]

i have no words. thoughts AND prayers to the williams mechanics because they have gone fucking through it this season

[fcaruana]

[About street tracks] The truth is that I have much fun! I hadn't driven in many street circuits before but I really like getting close to the walls, not as close as I was yesterday, but it's something that pumps your adrenaline up and we love that.

Yesterday was a small mistake that costed a lot. Luckily I'm okay, but when I got out of the car I was kind of dumb [confused/disoriented], kind of drugged, I didn't know what was going on. Luckily the doctors gave me the OK so I could race today. The guys in the box did an impeccable job to have my car ready again.

[purinfelix]

HII!! can i request a mistletoe?

So i was thinking of the scene in notting hill where william(random guy) and anna(famous movie star) meet for the first time at the bookshop and later william spills orange juice on her, he take anna to his flat to change and before leaving anna kisses him (idk if i should be more elaborate with the plot help)

maybe you can write something smiliar or with this plotline for franco?

<3 love you

out of reach ᯓ★ - franco colapinto

w/c: 1.2k a/n: OHHH NOTTING HILL IS LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAV FILMS EVER I LOVE U FOR THIS - this req literally gave me an excuse to go rewatch this scene so tysm (also this started out as a blurb but .... here we are)

this is part of my 1k event - check out the rules here!!

It was your day off - or at least, it was supposed to be.

You had it all planned out, since being one of the hottest up-and-coming actresses meant time to yourself was extremely scarce. Starting the morning a little later by letting yourself sleep in, then going for a walk downtown through the morning markets and vintage stores, even dropping into a small travel-book store that caught your eye. Not so much because of your passion for travel books but rather for the boyishly charming store clerk who you locked eyes with through the front window.

But that was where you encountered your first issue, when the only other customer in the store recognised you and proceeded to ask you for a signature, while you were trying to pay for a book. Of course, you obliged, but to your surprise, the clerk continued to ring up your ridiculously overpriced book without even seeming to recognise you, or at least, he pretended not to - instead going on a tangent about how, really, your mistake was buying such a poorly written book, though you chose not to heed his advice just yet.

With just the little bump in the road cleared, you were free to return to your perfect day, a fact which lasted all of ten minutes before being interrupted. Only this time it was by a total idiot running into you with a coffee cup full of orange juice - and who even orders orange juice from a cafe? - spilling it all over your white shirt.

You were prepared to lose it until you peeked over your dark sunglasses, a weak attempt at a disguise, and caught the eye of none other than the boy from the bookstore. Immediately he began rattling off apologies, and whilst a small part of you found it a little cute, they did little to fix your sour mood. That's when he mentioned that he, conveniently, lived just a couple steps away from the street corner the two of you were standing on and that you could come over and clean yourself up.

So that's how you ended up here, in the entryway of some stranger's house - a charming stranger, but a stranger nonetheless - soaked in orange juice while he scrambled ahead of you to clean up the mess he lived in.

"Right," he huffed, noisily shoving empty pizza boxes into the nearest bin, "come on in, the bathrooms on the top floor."

You do as he says, offering an awkward smile to show appreciation for him allowing you to come over but also how weirded out you are by this whole interaction. Once upstairs, you hastily change into the only spare clothes you have - being a sparkly top and skirt combo you had been planning on wearing to tomorrow's press tour, but would have to do for now.

As you tentatively climb down the creaking stairs, you're met with the sight of the stranger clearing his dining table - which is covered in half-empty cups and unwashed plates. When he hears you though, he spins around with a bewildered expression, lips slightly parted as his eyes follow you.

For a minute you just stand there, watching his expression as the side of his mouth quirks up into a smile and as strange as it seems, you feel almost shy under his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," he finally says, breaking the silence, "do you want something to drink? Coffee?"

"No, thanks."

"Tea?"

"I'm good."

"Mate?"

"Ma- what?"

"It's from Argentina, where I'm from, it's really good, I drink about two litres of it every morning," he begins excitedly rambling once more, picking up a cup and flask from his counter and bringing it to you. "I know it doesn't look like much but it really flushes you out, like if you eat something bad in the morning just a couple sips of this and you're-" he gestures with his hands to demonstrate the laxative effect of the drink and you can't help but let out an amused laugh as you shake your head.

"Right, well, how about something to eat?" He moves swiftly, setting down the cup to open his fridge and from where you're standing you can just see inside it - though there isn't much apart from a couple old apples and a half-eaten mandarin.

"An apple?" he offers.

"No," you smile.

"Do you always say no to everything?"

You think for a little before replying slowly, "No." He nods, understandingly.

"Well, I better get going," you say. "Thanks for your," you pause, searching for the right word to describe this experience, "help."

leans his head against the corner of his fridge, green eyes on yours. "And before you go, can I just say," he begins and you brace yourself, finally, for him to make a comment about how he recognises you.

"Once you read that book, I don't think you'll be coming back to my store anytime soon, it's awful, really."

"I'll keep that in mind," you say, smiling in relief as you begin to move towards the door, and once he realises this, he moves quickly to open it for you.

"It was nice meeting you," he breathes out as the two of you stand in the doorway, "strange but nice." You nod in agreeance, and in amusement at how awkward he seems - but also how charmed you are by it. Standing there, with seemingly the only man in the world who doesn't see you immediately for the films you've been in or the characters you've played, you feel an intense force drawing you towards it.

And before you realise what you're doing or have the sanity to stop yourself, you're up on your tiptoes, with one arm wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He doesn't seem any less shocked by your sudden actions than you do, but soon, you feel a strong arm wrap around your waist.

Pulling away, you let out a quick breath, mostly in disbelief at what you've just done, and when you look at the dazed expression on his face you can assume he feels the same.

"I'm really sorry about that strange but nice comment from earlier."

"That's okay, I thought the," you pause to mimic his actions from before when describing the mate, "bit was a real low point."

He laughs before saying abruptly, "Franco."

"Sorry?"

"My name, it's Franco."

"Well, Franco, it was nice meeting you," you turn to grab the doorknob with one hand but pause to turn to him again, "Oh, and I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"Right, of course, no one," he nods eagerly, "I mean, I'll tell myself but even then I might not believe it." You can't help but let out an amused laugh as you slip out his door, and back into the sun of the late morning - and as you do, you're unable to stop yourself from smiling.

[formulafuck1]

Guys can we all agree to leave toxic comments on teams and drivers socials behind in 2025…like can we not slate drivers of any team but especially of the team you supposedly support, double especially if they’re your fave drivers teammate 🤦🏼‍♀️

[crumbsssscookie]

Logan probably disguised himself as a track worker and is standing off-track throwing banana peels like in Mario Kart