#abu dahbi

[remash]

self similar ~ jim denevan | photo © lace gerber

[bestsurfpodcasts]

ᗩᗷᑌ ᗪᕼᗩᗷI’ᔕ Oᑎ TᕼE 2025 ᗯᔕᒪ SURFING EVENT ᔕᑕᕼEᗪᑌᒪE! 💩

🌊🏄‍♂️ Lost my surf journalist handle, but not the passion! 😢✨ Exciting news from the Middle East as the World Surf League adds Abu Dhabi to the Championship Tour! 🌍🌴🏆 This is not a drill, it's a FACT! The 2025 Championship Tour will feature Kelly Slater's Abu Dhabi pool as an event. 🤩 But hold on, there's a twist... 😬 Let's dive into the comments on Beach Crit, they're absolutely hilarious! 😂🔥 People are questioning how the World Surf League plans to greenwash and social wash at the same time. 🌿💦🤔 For those who may not know, the United Arab Emirates (UAE) is not Saudi Arabia, but it's also not the most welcoming place. 🚫🤷‍♀️ Especially for certain groups, like Tyler Wright. 😕 On top of that, it's a petro kingdom, and the World Surf League will be surfing in a desert, in a pool funded by oil money. 🏜️💰 It's a bit ironic, isn't it? The organization prides itself on being supportive of various groups, but is this decision really aligned with their values? 🌈🤝 To me, it's utterly insane and a clear example of hypocrisy. If you're going to be environmental, then BE environmental. If you're going to champion LGBTQ rights, then truly stand up for them. 🌍🌈 Don't just mention it for marketing purposes. Nobody asked the World Surf League to be an environmental or social justice warrior, but they took it upon themselves and now they're surfing in Abu Dhabi. 🤷‍♂️🏄‍♀️ In a world filled with hypocrisy, the World Surf League takes the cake. 🎂 They claim to be one thing, but their actions speak otherwise. It's disheartening to see such a renowned organization fall short of their own ideals. 😔🌍 Let's hope they learn from this and truly live up to the values they promote. 🙏✨ #WorldSurfLeague #AbuDhabiChampionshipTour #Hypocrisy #Shorts

[umlewis]

via f1's ig story - november 25, 2023

[sevenstarae]

https://sirenasports.com/why-you-should-book-a-jet-ski-tour-in-abu-dhabi-sirena-water-sports/

[coco-loco-nut]

Book Club - Part 9

pairing: grid x reader

summary: you just got your wisdom teeth out, just in time for winter break fun with headcanons

a/n: thanks for the request, I missed the club❤️ ALSO! the original post just hit 1,500 notes??? like guys🥹 ilysm, you don’t even know. you are still reading my silly little writings, and i appreciate that more than you know. every like, comment, and reblog is the reason we are here 9 parts later (seriously you should see how happy i am when i see comments)

requests open masterlist

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- You didn’t tell anyone else on the grid other than Lance, obviously

- They were all surprised when it was announced that you were going to be missing Abu Dahbi

- Your oral surgeon only had that Wednesday free before Christmas

- …and let’s be real, your seat was secure, you weren’t going to win the WDC, and the constructors championship was locked in

- You would raise hell if you couldn’t enjoy the food around the holidays, so missing the last race it was

- You were exhausted from the season and appreciated the early break

- Lance just let it slip to the drivers on Friday a couple of hours after he got there

- You were sitting at home with Kimi, swollen and in pain all Friday

- “What do you mean she won’t be here? We have our presents for her” Fernando pouts

- Charles one day ships you cases of his gelato with a note telling you to feel better, he’s trying to get into the club for the gossip

- Lance gets invited to the club meeting to his surprise

- He assumes that they want to check in on you, despite them blowing up your phone

- No, he was VERY wrong

- Lance got roped into showing them videos of you on drugs

- Their favorite was the one of you when you first came out from being under

- “I’m married? Oh my god, I married Nico Hülkenberg? This is the best day of my life”

- You were sobbing tears of joy

- Nico was sent the video immediately, you gave him permission via text to post it the next day

- The second favorite was your favorite to laugh at

- You went on a massive rant about how Susie Wolff is a MILF and how you hoped Toto could fight because the female driver was your woman crush and you WILL have her

- Susie loved the video (George and Lewis sent it in the Mercedes family gc), Toto… not as much but he was amused

- You got a lot of fussing drivers on Facetime during the meeting

- You were loopy af from the painkillers and general exhaustion during it, it wasn’t your fault they called you late

- Kimi forced them to shut up and hang up so you could sleep

- Carlos joked about being relieved that there wasn’t another race for you to follow his trend during an interview

- You won the first race the next year

- Your phone started blowing up with messages on social media wishing you a quick recovery

- Most of the book club showed up to your home after Abu Dahbi, wanting to make a quick stop to check in before the break

- “Hello, wife,” Nico greets you when he sees you

- You joked you were about to file for divorce from Lance, who just sighed and went to get you a carton of LEC

- You had to film you opening your secret santa gift and send it to the F1 social team

- You got a quilt blanket that had a square for each book you read with the club since it started

- You actually started sobbing (you blamed the meds, even if you were actually crying)

- Lewis got the biggest hug ever, he enlisted help from Valtteri for all the books

- You forced them to cut the parts of you crying out of the video

- You got Logan an old iPod full of popular music (you hacked into his phone to check the genres he liked) from his childhood and now

- Obviously you added headphones and a couple chargers

- Logan used it all the time, he called you immediately to thank you

- You had the honors of choosing the first book over winter break

- You chose an F1 romance novel

- Boy oh boy were those meetings fun, just tearing up the book for its inaccuracy

- Daniel vowed to write an accurate one and sell it

- Spoiler Alert: he never did

- But Fernando did

- It was an international bestseller

[capricorn-ascending]

from his father consoling him after the shit show that was abu dahbi to crying in his arms on home soil after his first win since that wretched dark night. all the love you put out into the world will eventually find its way back to you.

[thatnimrodmusician]

in honour of xavi leaving.... some of the best radio moments

Abu Dahbi 2022

Charles: "Where is p2? Oh fuck there it is!"

Xavi: "On the right, yeah" (he was in a cloud of smoke and he could not see where he was after donughts)

Miami 2024

Charles: "Where should i go?"

Xavi:

Charles: "Hello?"

Shanghai 2024

Xavi: try original line

Charles: orignal ? line? what the hell does that mean?

Xavi: forget it its the last lap

Austin 2023

Xavi: so lap time deleted for..... verstappen

Charles: for fucks sake tell me the name first

Xavi: VERSTAPPEEEENNNN LAP TIME DELETED

Charles: yeah well i had a heart attack in the meantime

Xavi: yeah ok :D

Monza 2019

Xavi: you've done it! :D

Charles: YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[scrollonso]

it's so insane to me how even in 2020 people were shitting on lance even though out of all the races he finished in that season he only finished out of the points ONCE.

out of 11 races he completed he got points for 10.

in the austrian gp lance lost power and dnf (not his fault ofc)

in the styrian gp lance finished 7th (qualified 13th)

in the hungarian gp lance finished 4th (qualified 3rd)

in the british gp lance finished 9th (qualified 6th)

in the anniversary gp lance finished 6th (same in quali)

in the spanish gp lance finished 4th (qualified 5th)

in the belgian gp lance finished 9th (same in quali)

in the italian gp lance finished 3rd (qualified 8th)

in the tuscan gp lance got a puncture and dnf (he was doing amazing, having gotten from 7th up to 3rd-5th before a nasty crash)

in the russian gp lance spun out (this race was so insane, like 3 incidents in the first 3 corners)

in the eifel gp nico raced for lance (he had covid)

in the portugal gp lance dnf (early contact with lando, basically ruined his race)

in the emilia gp lance finished 13th (qualified 15th, only time he finished out of points)

in the turkish gp lance finished 9th (qualified 1st, very wet race)

in the bahrain gp lance dnf (he flipped, scary crash in a scary race)

in the sakhir gp lance finished 3rd (qualified 10th)

in abu dahbi lance finished 10th (qualified 8th)

to summarize, lance isn't as bad as people say he is ur just mad his dad actually loves him >-<

[dear-ao3]

alr here are my three abu dahbi predictions:

mclaren won't podium (which hurts to say bc I love them but I have a hunch)

points for alphatauri

verstappen dnf (please please please please)

yea… if mclaren don’t podium i want them to put up a big fight after last weekend

alpha tauri points would be great

and aren’t we all delulu with our verstappen not p1 predictions

[nyoomfruits]

still into you

pairing: max verstappen/charles leclrec word count: 500 a/n: set somewhere after the abu dahbi gp at that party they all seem to have gone to. 

prompt was “You used to have feelings for me. Admit it.” taken from this list. feel free to send me one of them and i’ll write a little drabble!

Charles, desperate for some fresh air, opens the back door of the club they’ve all been partying in, only to find Max already there.

He’s leaning against one of the walls, next to some trash cans, holding a beer bottle and seemingly staring off into the distance. Max barely acknowledges his presence, but he does scoot over a little, making room for Charles to lean against the wall next to him.

“Needed some fresh air, too?” Charles asks, sighing as the cold bricks hit his overheated back.

Max hums. “Still can’t quite believe it. Like, I know I technically won the championship weeks ago but it all feels so official, now. Bit overwhelming, almost.”

Charles bumps their shoulder together. “Well, it’s well deserved. Shame it is the last one you will ever win,” he says, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“We’ll see about that,” Max says, but he seems a bit more relaxed now, grinning widely at Charles.

“If all else fails, I can always push you into a puddle again,” Charles says, startling a laugh out of Max.

“God, you were such a little shit back then,” Max says, but he says it so incredibly fondly, it makes Charles’s heart stutter in his chest. “Pulling my pigtails all the time.”

Charles snorts. “I wasn’t that obsessed with you.”

“Oh, admit it,” Max says, and he’s pushed off the wall now, body fully turned towards Charles. “You absolutely used to have feelings for me.” He’s joking, he’s clearly joking, but something in Charles loosens, thinks fuck it. It’s probably the three shots of vodka he downed earlier.

“Who says I ever stopped?” He looks Max straight in his eyes as he says it, almost defiantly, so he sees the way Max’s breath hitches before he lurches forward, grabbing Charles’s face in his hands and kissing him with an urgency that can only come from two people who’ve been waiting for over a decade to do this.

Charles hands reach up to grab Max’s waist, and Max pushes him backwards until his back is flush with the wall, one hand still on Charles face while the other comes to rest on his shoulder.

It’s desperate and frenzied and a little clumsy, but it’s still everything Charles has ever wanted. When Max eventually pulls away, clearly a bit reluctantly, his pupils are blown wide and his lips are kiss swollen and he’s never ever looked more beautiful. Charles wishes he could savor this moment, put it in his pocket, so he can revisit it over and over and over again.

“For the record,” Max says, “I absolutely used to have feelings for you too.”

“Yeah,” Charles says, a laughing a little breathlessly, “I figured as much.”

And then he pulls Max in for another kiss, just because.

[russilton]

Perfect boy on media day in abu dahbi

[shaddad]

em abu dahbi, a instalação temporária e geométricamente precisa de jim denevan

[coco-loco-nut]

Choices

pairing: logan x reader, pato o’ward x reader

summary: when your first love comes back into your life, you are stuck between two choices.

a/n: please enjoy my drunk, post-indy, fic idea (i wrote most of the plot while drunk at the bar. college towns are great guys 😂)

masterlist part 2

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“I am so proud of you, amor!” Pato hugs you as soon as he sees you after your graduation. He’s been supporting you since you joined the team as an undergraduate engineering last summer with Arrow McLaren.

“I couldn’t have done it without your support, Pato,” you smile, admiring your boyfriend. He would make sure to visit you when he got the chance, and he always picked up when you called needing to vent or asking for motivation. Your lock screen was a picture of the two of you at a hockey game you snuck him into the student section for, he showed up as a surprise that weekend to help you relax.

“Don’t say that, you got this because of your own merit. The guys send their congratulations, by the way,” Pato tells you. The only people who know about you dating are the other drivers, you didn’t want to risk your internship.

“I hope they aren’t too tired of me, I just accepted an offer for a full time position,” you tell him what you’ve been keeping secret the past few months.

“You deserve it. Does that mean you will be coming to Indy with me?” Pato asks, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.

“Of course. Now, let’s find my parents, I know they will want pictures,” you kiss Pato quickly before looking for your parents. He spots them waiting a few yards away and pulls you over. They have to leave after a celebratory lunch, but Pato stays to help you finish packing up your apartment. You utilize his muscles for putting things in your U-Haul trailer. He even manages to convince you to let him drive to Indianapolis with you.

It doesn’t take you long to settle in with the team that year. Your coworkers throw you a 23rd birthday party the next spring, inviting everyone who worked in the garage (including the drivers) to celebrate. You worked your tail off proving why you deserve to be there and they said you deserve to let loose before the summer.

Later that second summer you are on a date with Pato for your two year anniversary when you get a call from your boss offering a promotion, which you quickly accept.

“You deserve it, you’ve worked so hard,” Pato reaches across the table, grabbing your hand and squeezing it.

“Your support makes it possible, babe,” you reply, squeezing his hand back. You are so helplessly in love with him. At the end of the season, Pato has a ring picked out and he had a plan before he is flown out to Abu Dahbi to drive in free practice for Formula One.

Unbeknownst to Pato, while he is away you are asked to join a virtual meeting with some higher up engineers at McLaren.

“We’d like you to join our Formula One team as we finish developing next year’s car. We will assist in your relocation, all you need to do is say yes,” the offer is virtually laid in front of you. Your mind immediately goes to Pato.

“When do you need an answer?” you ask, making sure you don’t sound disinterested.

“Two days,” they say and you nod.

“I’ll have my decision into you by then. Thank you so much for the opportunity,” you tell them, mulling it over in your brain. A copy of the details pops up in your inbox.

“We hope you say yes,” they tell you as you leave the call.

As you read the document, you know what your answer is going to be. The next day Pato returns and you go for a walk through the local park.

“Will you marry me?” Pato blurts and your heart drops.

“Patricio-,” you start and he cuts you off.

“I know, we are young but-,” this time you cut him off.

“I’m moving to England. McLaren wants me to move to the F1 team, and they are offering to pay for me to get my Masters as well as helping with my relocation, and the money is good,” you start to ramble but stop when the hurt in his eyes matches the hurt in your heart.

“Mi amor, I can support you here, I have enough money for both of us,” he says, praying you didn’t accept yet.

“Babe, I know, but I have to do it for myself. I have to accept the job,” you say, silently pleading that he understands.

“What about us,” tears start rolling down his cheeks.

“I don’t know, Patricio,” tears form in your eyes as you say his name softly, he loves it when you call him by his full name.

“We can make it work,” Pato says, despite both of you knowing it won’t.

“Pato,” your voice cracks with emotion. The two of you know what has to happen.

“I know. At least keep this, it’s only meant for you. Maybe one day it will be on its rightful place,” he pulls out the ring and shows it to you. That’s when the tears flow, and he pulls you into him.

“Please don’t think that I don’t love you. I would say yes a million times if it wasn’t for this offer. This is the hardest decision I’ve ever made,” you cry as he holds you tight.

“I know. I love you more than you know,” he whispers. He walks you back to your apartment, leaving you with a heartfelt kiss goodbye. A few days later you are gone.

When you meet Lando and Oscar, you are wary of them, they remind you too much of Pato, but it only takes a week for them to crack your shell. They saw how sad you were and learned how young you are and immediately wanted to get to know the new American on the team.

You carefully balance work and classes, wishing you could pick up the phone and call Pato, but you can’t. Instead, you fiddle with the ring you keep on a chain around your neck, you added a P charm to the necklace.

“Y/n! I want you to meet Logan, he’s American too,” Oscar drags a blonde boy into the motorhome behind him during testing. You look up from your coursework and offer a welcoming smile.

“There aren’t many Americans around, are there?” you jokingly ask, motioning for Logan to sit down.

“No. So where are you from?” Logan asks as you quickly mark where you are at. Oscar slips out of the room, hoping his matchmaking skills worked as you tell Logan about your start in Indycar.

Oscar failed at first, you were determined to keep Logan in the friend zone. But he broke down your walls and somehow convinced you to date him a couple months later.

Everything goes smoothly from late May until October when COTA comes around. You visit your family the week before the race, and that’s when your mother drops a bomb.

“What are you going to do when you see Pato this weekend?” she asks.

“What?”

“Didn’t you see? Pato is driving free practice at COTA and Mexico,” your mom tells you and you feel your stomach flip, it takes everything in you to not reach for the ring around your neck.

“No, I must’ve missed that email,” you say softly. You do really love Logan, but there is a reason you can’t bring yourself to take off the necklace unless you are with Logan. There’s been times when you have wanted to tell him, Oscar, and Lando about Pato, but you never do, it’s too painful.

You arrive at COTA and it’s clear something is off, but you brush every question off. Pato arrives the same way, nervous to see you again. He is wearing a hair tie on his wrist, one that you left behind. He wears it for the same reason you wear the ring.

“Oh! One of our engineers is from America, used to work in IndyCar. Maybe you know her,” Lando says to Pato, not picking up on Pato’s uncomfortableness as Lando drags him around. It’s odd for the Mexican driver to be uncomfortable.

“Y/n, hi,” Pato awkwardly and breathlessly says, you almost drop your tablet from where you are standing in the garage. How is it possible for him to look this good.

“Patricio, hi. How are you doing? Tough luck on the 500, I meant to text you,” you say softly, setting the tablet down and approaching him and Lando. He can barely breathe, to him you’ve only gotten more beautiful.

“Thanks, it’s okay, I’ll get it next year. Maybe I would’ve won if you were there,” Pato ruefully smiles, your heart drops.

“Maybe, but don’t think like that. You’ve always been okay driving without me,” you match his rueful smile. Lando looks between you, a little confused. Pato goes to say something, noticing a P sticking out of the collar of your shirt where a necklace is, but Oscar interrupts.

“Hey, Logan is looking for you outside,” Oscar tells you, you can’t suppress the happy look on your face.

“It was nice talking to you again, Pato,” you tell the Mexican and quickly exit towards where Logan is waiting.

“How do you know her?” oscar asks suspiciously, picking up the longing look Pato is giving you.

“She’s my ex, she broke up with me when she moved to formula one. We were going to get married,” Lando cringes. he remembers how sad you were when you joined the team, it’s why he befriended you. “Who is Logan?” Pato asks Oscar, feeling like he’s missing something.

“Her boyfriend,” Oscar says, feeling the urge to defend his best friend and engineer, but also wanting to crawl in a hole and die.

“That’s something you need to talk about with her, if it makes any difference, she was unhappy for a long time after moving here,” Lando says, ending that topic.

Pato nods, turning his focus to the drive. Luckily for you, you are currently one of Lando’s engineers, so you are busy with him all weekend.

“Y/n, we should talk,” Pato approaches you carefully.

“Pato,” you say his name warily, it’s like a dagger to his heart.

“Please. Come with me to Mexico. I won’t try anything out of respect to your boyfriend, but we both deserve to talk about some stuff. Plus, Mami and Elba miss you,” Pato says and you pause to think about it.

“San Antonio is on the way,” you think out loud, still mulling it over.

“It’s just tomorrow that we’d be there, leaving first think Tuesday morning to get to the track on time,” Pato insists. Even if it’s a bad idea, almost all of you wants to go.

“Okay, I’ll join you,” you relent, and he almost hugs you.

“I’ll drive you from the hotel,” Pato says, turning to leave before turning around again. “You will have to unblock my number so I can text you,” he adds and you fight the smile playing on your lips.

“I never blocked you, Patricio,” you admit, and his heart melts at how you say his name.

“Oh, I will see you soon then,” he says, not quite sure how to reply, leaving you to pack you backpack.

“You okay?” Lando asks and you shoot him a weird look.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“We know you used to date him,” Lando says and your eyes widen.

“We?”

“Oscar and I, yeah. Wait, you aren’t even denying it,”

“I broke up with him to take the job here when he was proposing even when I wanted to say yes, we dated most of the time I was at Arrow McLaren, I still wear his ring and initial on a necklace,” you blurt, knowing Lando isn’t going to judge too much.

“Oh. Wow, ok. Is it a nice ring?” Lando asks and you tug the chain, pulling it in front of your polo. “He has good taste. What were you talking about?” Lando pushes further as you tuck the chain behind your polo again.

“I’m going to San Antonio with him tonight and tomorrow,” you say, needing someone to confide in that isn’t your college friends.

“Does Logan know?” Lando asks and you shake you head.

“That’s the next step, once you are done asking questions,” you bump his shoulder lightly.

“No, like, does he know about your history with Pato,” Lando asks, glad Oscar isn’t around.

“No, I can never bring myself to tell him. I think we both know that we might not last past this season,” you admit. Logan and you had said as much to each other a couple weeks ago. He admitted that he isn’t sure where he sees it going after the season.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Lando pauses, thinking about it.

“Don’t be, he knows that I had just gotten out of a serious relationship when we became friends and I know he isn’t ready for something long term yet. Obviously I’m still going to try to make things work, because I do love him, but I’m also going to take comfort in knowing that we tried,” you pull your backpack over your shoulders. Lando says a quick goodbye before you walk out to find Logan’s rental car where he is waiting.

“Hey sweetie,” he kisses you when you get in. Any tension in your body leaves when you see him.

“Hi, Lo, ready to get back to the hotel?” you ask as he backs out of the space.

“So ready, I just want cuddles and a nap,” Logan groans a little, you reach up and play with the ends of his hair as he drives. Despite you having a room from McLaren, you are staying with Logan in his room this race weekend.

“That sounds perfect,” you admire the way the sun makes his hair look lighter and his blue eyes clearer. You change while he takes a quick shower, tucking the necklace into a pocket in your backpack.

“Don’t go to San Antonio with Pato,” Logan says suddenly while you lay in bed with him.

“What?”

“Come with me back to Fort Lauderdale instead, please. I heard Pato tell Oscar that you were joining him, and I know your history with him even if you didn’t explicitly tell me. And I get it, it must be hard to bring up. I don’t want to lose you, I love you,” Logan whispers and you feel your gut twist as you are left with a choice.

Logan offers you a chance to start fresh and continue the new relationship you built, but Pato offers the chance to rekindle an old flame that never quite burnt out. How the hell are you going to choose.

part two

[antidotetogo]

Sending a couple words so you can either share more than one snip, pick the word you like best, or pick the snippet you like best.

Water, sigh, stubble

I'm going with "sigh" :)

“You’re talking about Saudi Arabia,” Harry sighs. He picks up a pen off the table, spinning it between his fingers nervously.

“And Qatar, Abu Dahbi, Turkey, and Singapore,” Christian says. “They all have anti LGBTQ legislation.”