#because racecar

[demoralised]

BMW 2002

[tk2501]

Cart 1998.

Drivers: Alex Zanardi, Dario Franchitti, Christian Fittipaldi, Patrick Carpentier, André Ribeiro and Greg Moore.

Teams: Chip Ganassi, Green, Newman-Haas, Forsythe, Penske and Forsythe.

[lesbianracecars]

The way some of ya'll talk about the money that pro athletes make betrays a fundamental misunderstanding of how any of this works. Absolutely they're not living in poverty or paycheck to paycheck. But they are still people who exchange labour for capital, the vast majority of them are closer to being just like us than they are to being like the billionaires who pay them.

They spend their entire lives being very good at one thing at the sacrifice of education or a backup plan. They exchange their health and physical well-being for that paycheck. If their careers ended tomorrow, most of them would NOT "be fine". The ones on short term (comparatively to their peers) lower paying contracts do NOT have financial or job security.

This is a labour rights issue!! If you watch sports and are entertained by the labour these people provide it's actually insane to dismiss people who point out the relative lack of security that some of these people have! You're not being smart and you're not being progressive

[markscherz]

a person who named a genus, on tumblr

Actually, three genera, but Anilany and Nanohyla are not as catchy as Mini. A full list of the taxa I have described is available on my website. :)

[moookar]

I think we should put Giovanni Epithet Erased and Papyrus Undertale in the same room. Let’s see what happens

[yumemiruuuu]

Chu Wanning: You are driving a car and all of a sudden, there is an elderly woman and a young child crossing the road. What do you hit?

Mo Ran: (in deep thought)

Mo Ran: The elderly, because she already had her fill of life but the young child has barely experienced life yet so it would be a shame if he got killed.

Chu Wanning: …

Mo Ran: Or you can hit them both if you want to be a little silly

Chu Wanning: The BRAKES, Mo Weiyu. YOU HIT THE BRAKES.

[chicletsbian]

i dont really go here but i think hes neat

[jenthebug]

Yeah I’m totally not napping.

I got like an hour of sleep.

Now I’m adding to cart and watching Little Bro’s car videos.

I’m really proud of the work that Little Bro does on his cars. It’s a good outlet for him. I’m not so stoked about his driving, that shit’s dangerous. I mean, I drive faster than I should sometimes, but he drives faster than he should at all times on city streets because racecar. I just hope I never “see him at work.” (see that a car registered to him has been horrifically wrecked, since PD puts the license and registration info of all cars involved in the same call notes we use)

I considered studying, but it’s 4:00am. Nobody’s doing shit. I’ll study when we get busier, around 6:00 when I have my coffee. And of course later today.

[molliemoo3]

How awful of a human being do you have to be to send someone death threats multiple times during a season, just for doing there fucking job???? Callums now on private (with his almost 100k followers) and JHR have some of their comments turned off but its ridiculous that any small mistake Callum makes that affects Canapino (even if Canapino is also to blame) results in death threats and insults is a fucking joke and they seriously need to get a grip. He's a human being, not a robot, sometimes he'll fuck up, sometimes it'll affect your guy, be mad all you want but dont lose your humanity and compassion over it please

[arethouyetliving]

Okay getting a regency era edition of Debrett’s Peerage has been a terrific decision. They really did read you for filth for everyone to see.

Are you the 12th Duke of Norfolk? You bet you are buddy. Did you get married at 24? Did have your marriage dissolved by parliament two years after your heir was born? You bet. She sure did get remarried like IMMEDIATLY didn’t she. Weird! But look at the name and title of her new husband and the date of her second marriage. So quick.

And you haven’t gotten remarried. Not even for a spare for your one male child? Weird. *cough* gay *cough*

It’s like a two volume regency romance writing prompt generator and I love it.

[formula-fun]

insane that the narrative has always been that lando is SO young and SO promising and just waiting until his senior teammate(s) retire so he can inherit the #1 driver position and be rewarded for his loyalty with a car fast enough to win a championship! and then as soon as he finally gets that car a young promising rookie driver comes in and reminds everyone that the #1 driver position isn't something you inherit, it's something you take, and you don't earn it through loyalty, you earn it because you're the best and you're willing to fight for it regardless of your age or experience or who says you should step aside and wait your turn

their media strategy and brand is really fun and i can see why it plays well. unfortunately its also completely out of touch with how this sport actually works

[king-crawler]

Had a dream i was watching an official Wreck it Ralph short/sequel (but good) in a discord call with friends and Turbo showed up and I went OMGG OKG HOLY SHITT ITS HIM OMG YAAYY YAYY YAY !!!!!! and I took so many screenshots I was so happy

And then I woke up.

[agentgreenbean]

im probably going to be very embarrassed about my current f1 fixation in a few years but also. i'll always owe something to it. considering the fact that reading abt valtteri bottas and his struggles with mental health rly resonated with me and that's why i'm currently actually trying to pursue mental health care

[pagan-corruption]

Call me crazy but I don't think having a school where over half of the students fucking die is a good idea.

[no-144444]

strong- c.sainz

summary: ferrari is done with him, you're not.

pairing: carlos sainz x fem! leclerc! reader

(kind of a part two to this, but it can be read on its own!)

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The last dance with Ferrari, and you were waiting at the finish line for him. You weren’t there to celebrate your brother, il Predestinato, the Prince of Monaco, you were there for him. It had been a few weeks since Las Vegas, and while you were attempting to mend your relationship, Charles was digging his feet into the dirt to make your life so much harder. He barely let you into the garage during FP1 in Abu Dhabi, trying to exclude you from the family as much as he could. 

Carlos and Arthur didn’t let it happen. They wanted you there, and not everything was about Charles. Carlos had learnt well to play second fiddle to Charles, always being the one people looked at second. But you looked at him first. You looked at him with all of the love in the world when he stepped up onto that podium, when he lifted his trophy to you. He thanked whatever had sent you to him, because he wasn’t sure how he’d get through Ferrari dropping him otherwise. 

You smiled when he came back to the garage. “My love,” you whispered, your eyes misty from the emotions of it all. “You are amazing. I love you.”

He smiled, wrapping you up in his arms as he held you close. He never knew if he’d feel like this again, get on that podium again, but he knew that either way, you’d be by his side. “I love you too, mi corazón.”

Charles pushed your shoulder, knocked you both back. “This is how you show me who you love more, huh?” he scoffed. “You don’t get to have everything, who’s garage will you be in next year, huh? You really want to tear me and Carlos apart?” 

Charles and Carlos had made up. They were friendly again, but Charles just couldn’t shake the fact that you had picked him when you were confronted with the question. 

“You and Carlos will be fine, if you want to make this a big deal because your ego is hurt, that’s not my problem Charles. We both know you would pick Alex over me anyways, so I really don’t care,” you shot back, sick of his bullshit. 

“Blood is thicker than water, isn’t that what father believed?” he questioned, his eyes blazing with anger. 

You stilled. Carlos felt it. 

“Our father gave up everything for you to race in a Ferrari, and you can’t even win a fucking championship. Do you think he’d be proud?” your words cut through the both of you like a knife. 

“It’s not like him asking you to stop racing meant anything, you would’ve never become anything!” he shouted, stepping closer and closer. 

“I did,” you whispered, your eyes spilling with tears despite your curt and collected tone. “I’m a happy, loved person who doesn’t need a racecar to make me feel strong or big. I don’t need a red suit or a helmet to show the real me, and I’m not the one who’s playing second fiddle to Lewis Hamilton next year, Charles,” you wiped away your tears, turning to Carlos who looked at you with all the care in the world. 

“Enjoy your break,” Charles muttered. “Carlos, enjoy your backmarker team!” he called after himself. 

“I’m sorry,” Carlos whispered, pulling you against his chest. “You shouldn’t have to make those decisions for me.” “I will,” you whispered. “I’d do anything for you.”

He rubbed a hand up and down your back, a sense of pride blossoming in his chest. His girl was strong.

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