#f1 adjacent

[milfclaren]

google search what to do when your freak blorbo has kinks that you do not have nor have Never associated with your archive name. but now you have to write them 🙄

[makeli007]

Listened to the 15 min of it and, I want to bite and put him in my pocket. Also, I didn't know stewards were not paid.... hum.

Sometimes when I see my mom calling or my dad calling and I'm busy or whatever you're like 'oh, I can't really pick up.' But I also know there will be a day that they won't be ringing me anymore because they won't be here anymore, you know? So I want to make the best out of that as well, you know, to spend as much time with them when they are still in good shape and, you know, we can all enjoy life together because of also what they have dedicated from their lives, you know, to get me here and that is, honestly, way more important than going from four titles, potentially to seven or eight.

But you could break all the records, Max. Do you care? You don't want to?

No, I don't need to. When you've already achieved so much, it's not about wanting to drive forever. I also want to just enjoy life. And you only live once, you know, and I don't want to spend half of it racing cars.

[formulanni]

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt,,,

(Variations below the cut)

Tag list (lmk if you want to be added!): @st-leclerc

[wisteriagoesvroom]

"i am not seeing the landoscar vision this year–" bro imma stop you there. was rome built in a day. are we or are we not collectively insane enough to ship whatever we want. other fandom ships have literally been pieced together with twigs. powered by fumes. launched via the tiniest scraps of barest interaction in canon. you do not need more acorns to last the cold season, we in fact have a store of them right under the trapdoor here and the party is still going. you must believe in the power of your imagination, of your delusion, if you are to last this winter season of (dis)content. you must light your candles and believe. we defy the odds that are stacked against us (FIA said no more mclaren unboxed). for one day the sun will shine again (mclaren double podium). and we will stand in the blinding light (tumblr dashboard) knowing that we were the few devoted (insane) enough to hold up the banner and cry "ONE NATION UNDER PAPAYA TWINK RPF!"

[pityroadart]

The Changing of the Seasons (Winter turns to Spring)

Excited to finally share this piece I painted as part of a collab with @formulaborb for @f1bb!

Roman Szmal watercolours, Polychromos coloured pencils, and gold ink on Arches cold pressed paper, just under 10x8"

[blorbocedes]

that's why amna is forever my girl

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I've said this when Oscar replaced Daniel, when Franco replaced Logan, and when Liam replaced Daniel, and I'll say it again now that it's been officially announced that Liam has the red bull seat:

Drivers are not responsible for the shitty decisions of team principals and the actual decision makers behind the scenes. Don't like the decision? That is absolutely fine, but get mad at the people who actually made the decision. Leave the driver, who took a job, alone.

You'd swear Liam was a freaking cartoon villain right now. I'm pretty sure this who y'all are describing instead of him:

[lunaticamic]

“they clearly favour sainz” my man didn’t get the seat for 2025. why would they favour him??? “so he can go and have options for other top teams” (something i read with my fucking eyes on this hellsite) i don’t know how to explain it to you that ferrari doesn’t care😭 it’s not like they owe sainz something. he was faster and he went for the gap. y’all wouldn’t have survived f1 pre 2000

[randomfingthings]

lol so never really clocked until now that nico got his wdc in 2016 and then retired buttttt.......that just fits really nicely with my whole 2016 being a timeline shift conspiracy 😌

[utopiastri]

ok i have Finally finished my 600 slide powerpoint for my powerpoint night. back to our regularly scheduled rpf 🫡🫡🫡

[milfclaren]

i know that i’m miserable and mean and bitter and it must be true because every [redacted] post makes me want to scream shake and start throwing things at the wall with my mind. because you sound stupid. why do you care so much. (and by addendum why do i care so much. i hate this i’m getting offli-

[n1ckelpistol]

Characters i needed to rip out of my brain like bad weeds

[wisteriagoesvroom]

WIZ ITS ELLIE. soft + landoscar please?

Oscar doesn’t know why they’ve found time to sneak down to Oakleigh. Or how, exactly. Just that he had a contact of a contact, and they were always going to welcome him back here. And they’ve given the both of them some race suits, free run of the track, and a “go have fun”.

They’d found this place, like a shared secret. Clattering through the gates and sneaking away from their handlers. Each making an excuse about quiet time. Nobody questioned either of them about it, chalking it up to the general air of celebration after Albert Park. That’s the beauty of being golden children, you see. When you win. Standing in the sun, silverware in your hands, in front of a camera. Oscar hadn’t even needed to pretend at all - he beamed at Lando because he really meant it. P3, P4. For the team. Nothing to do with the way Lando’s smile creeps into him like sunlight. Nothing like Oscar’s own reflection staring back at him from the dish, gently held in Lando’s hands.

Besides, Oscar knows he’s hungry. He wants more. But it’ll be his time.

And right now, he gets to relive his memory of karting, on the track where he started. Growing awkward into his limbs that didn’t work how he wanted to yet, a fierceness that he hadn’t tamed, conscious of the knowledge that there were boys always faster, faster, faster than him. And chasing people like them, chasing Lando, was like driving towards an apex and knowing you would hit it — it was just a matter of time. How fast you could launch yourself at it, come close to bending time. Oscar has tried, and he will try still. There is something in him that will not be sated, and it is in Lando, too.

But for tonight: they rest. Just him, and his teammate. The floodlights. Boisterously loud crickets. Their own helmets, in their own hands. Two karts. Back to the beginning. Except the beginning is here, it’s when he was seven years old and dad helped him climb into the kart. It’s him in an airplane with one stop going to a cold and wet country where vegemite has the wrong name. It’s Rokit and Prema and Alpine and lawsuits and loud chatter and media distractions.

It’s a sea of eyes assessing him, but only one person’s that he cares to remember. Blue-green eyes, daring to ask the question without words: who are you? what will you become?

Oscar knows, because he has looked into the mirror and asked himself the same, too.

Those blue-green eyes search his own now. Then they steady.

The two of them. Same height, barely two years between them. Same dreams.

Then Lando smiles. Eyes the colour of soft streaking sky, the way it is when Oscar’s in the car and has a chance to look up.

“Ready for me to kick your arse?”

“You won’t.” Oscar says, easily back.

It’s taken them a year, but Oscar thinks he gets it. Talking to Lando is like holding a bird in the palm of your hand. A fluttering thing, fast.

And he thinks of the journeys birds take. Of comings and goings, of the silent effort of flight. He thinks of being two years behind and too small, and looking at the boy in the go kart, on the screen of his phone, who believed in himself enough to do it too.

Oscar zips up his race suit. And he grins. Lando’s eyes glitter with promise.

“But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[pityroadart]

got some more tiny paper to try out, so I painted a tiny Max F whilst catching up on his stream from the other day

A. Gallo watercolours + coloured pencil on Jacksons Two Rivers 300gsm paper, approx. 3.5" square

[chandelier-s-notebook]

Day Five of @zazuprompts September 2024: Dare

A Pile of Navy Clothes

1.0k, Charles & Pierre & Lando & Oscar w/ Lestappen crumbs, Rating: G

Max falls asleep in Charles’ nest after crashing out of the race with Oscar. Oscar wasn’t aware that dad and other-dad aren’t actually mated. OR: Charles gets bullied by Lando and Pierre because Max is in his nest, and Charles decides to move post-race cuddles to Pierre’s because of it.

[honeyvettel]

anyway but for real stewards are like 2021 hasn’t ever existed lol WHERE were you back then