#haas f1 team

[shitapril]

it's so cute how different each driver's new team hard launch was. esteban with a picture with his teen teammate in team tees, carlos with the most dad-like selfie in a cute puffer jacket, and lewis in the fanciest three-piece suit, cloak, sombre expression, ferrari car as a prop in the background.

[isadora16aslani]

FINALLYYYYY

Something actually good starting this year 😊

HOLY SHIT THIS IS FUCKING HUGEEEE

There’s going to be a female voice on the radio 🥲

[mintraindrop]

this is so cool actually, I'm so happy!! can’t wait to hear her on the radio soon! ❤️

but honestly, took them long enough. more females in motorsport please.

source

[itskirtash]

f1 drivers as animals

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Once again, no thoughts just vibes

[beabnormal24]

EDIT: the post has been made, hyppie yeah ❤️

I don’t want to be controversial or anything, so please read through my words without the intention of insulting or anything.

Lewis going to Ferrari is a big deal for the sport, undoubtedly. Whether you are or not a fan of him/Ferrari it’s objectively a big moment in history and, perhaps, also one that not many people would’ve expected.

As a Carlos’ fan myself maybe it is a bit less rose-tinted but I love Lewis as a driver and I deeply respect him for what he has done for the sport, in terms of achievements, records and also activism.

So, I get it, numerous posts about him going to Ferrari. Beautiful pictures, if I can say my opinion, make me feel weird things but mostly positive and curious ones.

Now, the thing is, perhaps they are afraid of stealing his spotlight (I sincerely doubt that) but I haven’t seen a single post about Laura Mueller.

For those who don’t know, Laura Mueller has been promoted “from her role as Performance Engineer to become the first full-time female to take on the high-profile position of Race Engineer.”

First female Race Engineer in F1’ History.

As a female student myself who has ambitions and decided to study for a prevalently-male area (in fact, Engineering) this is a big deal.

And not only for me, but for many many many many other people out there.

And yet, not a single post.

The promotion, for what I’ve known, was already known for months (that is, I already heard of it after Abu Dhabi with certainty). The article linked is from 11 am of today, 21 January.

F1 has not made a single post, Haas has literally posted a picture of Esteban with her out-of-focus and non tagged/mentioned. So, yeah, not a single post from official accounts (correct me if I’m wrong).

Before anyone says ‘Yeah, but for equality they should not make a post about her! You want to talk about female and males equality blah blah’, both F1 and Ferrari made a post about changing Xavi for Bozzi mid-season.

Now, during winter break, you tell me you don’t have time to make one single post outside of an in-app article? Nothing?

A sport that has organised a collective car presentation for media interests, a sport that is planning on erasing European historical races to make more space for more media-gaining ones (Las Vegas will not have to alternate like Spa).

A sport that is becoming more lucrative than anything and you do not make a single post for the first female Race Engineer in F1’s history.

Lewis Hamilton to Ferrari and Laura Mueller being promoted to such a high-staking position are two truths that can very easily coexist.

[mver33]

estebanocon Instagram stories, 1/18/2025

[emo-f1]

RIP K-Mag 🙏😭

[mcgnussen]

laura helping her dad with his gloves for one final time in f1 🥹

[aaron04jpg]

I know some people don’t care about Esteban but him having a special made helmet thanking the team and not being able to use it is like Ferrari dropping Charles before Abu Dhabi, Mercedes dropping Lewis before his last race with them. Esteban made Alpine the team it is today. He is their ONLY winner, he has scored 247 of their points. 5 years with a team for them to give him nothing but an instagram post is pathetic.

[shitapril]

already seeing audacious comments on women in motorsport since it's been confirmed that laura müller will be esteban ocon's race engineer, and consequently the first female race engineer in f1.

just wanted to say esteban ocon has often been unfairly villianised and criticised for things other racers would be praised for. he finally has the chance to shut everyone up, prove them wrong, and make a point despite all odds, and women have been doing exactly that since the dawn of time. genuinely wishing for the best for those two, they can be a formidable force together.

[dreamed-a-dream89]

Laura Müller is Ocon's new race engineer! We'll be hearing female voice over the radio next year 💪💪

[idontgotopartiesanymore]

in honor of their last race week together, have these underrated duos

(more nonsense here)

[wintergreenoreo]

I made one for each team cause these were fun to make :)

[pucksandpower]

I wholeheartedly believe this is going to be the weekend that Kevin Magnussen finally takes out 18 drivers so Nico Hülkenberg gets the win.

[pastryfication]

hi!!! can we get an ollie x reader, frustrated after he misses out on q3 in baku, and fully melts into his gfs arms when he’s out of the car. until someone from the team has to steer him away to the media pen

i guess that's the best i can do

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

note: i absolutely adore writing hurt/comfort so thank u for this request <33 i know it’s been over a month since u requested, and i’m so sorry for that, but i hope u still like it

the streets of baku were unforgiving that day, the tight corners and narrow straights biting harder than ollie had expected as he got into the car. he knew it wasn’t going to be easy, but missing out on q3—by just a fraction—hurt more than he wanted to admit.

he climbs out of the car quickly, his helmet still on, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. the moment he’s out of the cockpit, the frustration floods him. all those laps, the careful management, and it still wasn’t enough. he slams the steering wheel back in place a little harder than necessary, trying to keep the emotions from boiling over in front of the cameras. the pit crew is busy around him, preparing for the post-qualifying debrief, but all he can think about is how close he came.

he catches sight of you standing just outside of the garage, your face soft with understanding. it’s as if you know exactly how he’s feeling before he even reaches you. you offer a small smile, but ollie’s expression doesn’t budge. he pulls off his helmet and then his baclava, running a hand through his sweaty hair, before walking over to you, his shoulders heavy with disappointment.

as soon as he’s close enough, he drops his helmet onto the ground beside you and crashes into your arms without a word. his hands grip tightly onto your waist, his forehead resting heavily against your shoulder, as if all the tension and frustration can somehow seep out through the contact. for a long moment, he just stands there, holding on, and you can feel the shuddering breath he lets out.

you wrap your arms around him, holding him close, your hand gently stroking the back of his neck, offering silent comfort. his body, taut with frustration and anger just moments ago, begins to sag against yours, melting into your embrace. he’s letting it all go, just for a moment, here with you, where it’s safe to be vulnerable—where he can show his true emotions.

“you were absolutely brilliant out there,” you whisper softly into his ear, trying to sooth the storm brewing inside him. “so close, ollie. you fought so hard.”

he doesn’t say anything at first, his face still buried in the crook of your neck, his arms clinging to you as if he's afraid you'll disappear. you can feel the rise and fall of his chest, deep breaths as he tries to calm down, to find the words he wants to say. his grip on you tightens even further for a second, as if he needs to hold on to something stable, something real, before he can speak.

“i should’ve made it,” he mumbles, his voice thick with frustration. “i had the pace. i know i did.”

you keep stroking his hair, your other hand rubbing gentle circles on his back. “you’ll get them next time. this isn’t the end.”

he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes glassy with emotion. “i just—” his voice cracks, and he shakes his head, trying to get the words out. “i wanted it so bad. i was right there.”

“i know,” you say softly, cupping his face in your hands. “i know, love. but this doesn’t change how incredible you are.”

for a moment, he just looks at you, the frustration still simmering beneath the surface but dulled by the warmth of your presence. you lean in and press a gentle kiss to his forehead, and he sighs again, his shoulders finally slumping in defeat—though not the kind of defeat that lingers, but the kind that comes with acceptance, with knowing he did all he could.

but before he can fully disappear into the comfort of your embrace, someone from the team approaches, clearing their throat. you both turn to see one of the pr managers, looking slightly awkward but aware of the time crunch. “ollie,” they say softly, not wanting to intrude too much. “we’ve got to get you to the media pen. they’re waiting.”

ollie groans quietly against your shoulder, his grip on you loosening as reality pulls him back. “right,” he mutters, clearly not thrilled about it.

he pulls back reluctantly, his hands still lingering on your waist for a second longer before he lets go completely. “i’ll be back soon,” he says, the words more for himself than for you, like a promise he’s making to get through this next part.

you offer him an encouraging smile, giving his hand a squeeze. “you’ve got this.”

he nods, though you can see he’s still carrying some of that disappointment with him. just before he walks away, he pauses, turning back to you. “thank you,” he whispers, his voice quiet but sincere. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

“you don’t have to,” you reply, smiling softly as you reach up to caress his cheek adoringly. “i’ll always be here.”

with that, he smiles softly and leans down to give you a hurried kiss before finally allowing the team to steer him away, glancing back at you one last time before disappearing into the paddock. you watch him go, knowing that once he’s done with the media, you’ll be there waiting, ready to pull him back into your arms when he needs it most.