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heartsoftruth · 1 year ago
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Lewis getting his 104th pole position in Hungary + the crowds lovely reaction | 22.07.23
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pg-sk · 4 months ago
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babe wake up, multi 21 is back
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Lewis, please tell us how you feel about these two podiums specifically😂
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racewinnerlandonorris · 4 months ago
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roscoelovescoco: Congrat’s dad’s. I’ms the good’s luck charm 🍾🏆
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quadrupleangst · 5 months ago
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What's wrong with him
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its-avalon-08 · 7 months ago
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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg)
chapter 1 - a female rosberg?
warnings - none at all
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The 2018 Formula 1 season commenced. The Abu Dhabi sun beat down mercilessly on the Yas Marina Circuit. The air buzzed with anticipation as teams scurried around their cars, a symphony of clanging wrenches and hurried conversations. Lewis Hamilton, ever the picture of focus, adjusted his helmet, the familiar silver and black of Mercedes a second skin.
Across the paddock, laughter erupted from the Red Bull garage. Charles Leclerc, Lando Norris, and Carlos Sainz huddled around a phone, their faces contorted in mirth. Max Verstappen, the ever-competitive Dutchman, rolled his eyes but a smile flickered across his lips.
The arrival of Christian Horner, Red Bull's Team Principal, silenced the chatter. "Alright everyone, time for introductions," he boomed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Welcome, for the 2018 season in Redbull Racing, the one and only…"
Lewis braced himself, expecting the usual suspects. Ricciardo, Perez, maybe even Alonso making a comeback.
"Y/N Rosberg!" Horner finished, a flourish in his voice.
A collective gasp rippled through the paddock. Lewis whipped around, his visor reflecting the harsh desert sun. He couldn't believe his ears.
Y/N was a force of nature. A whirlwind of talent and sharp wit, she'd taken the junior racing scene by storm. By winning every category in her rookie season, the sister of the great Nico Rosberg was the it-girl of the racing world. Sarcastic and fiercely loyal, she'd carved a niche in the tightly knit paddock, adored by everyone but Lewis. He, still smarting from his championship battles with her brother, Nico, couldn't help but see a reflection of his old rival in her steely blue eyes.
Y/N, oblivious to the stunned silence, grinned, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. "Don't worry, everyone, I don't bite… much."
Lewis felt a familiar rage bubble in his chest. Intense feelings of fear and anger overcame him. His rival's sister, Nico's sister. Here. In his territory. As a scramble of reporters snapped pictures of Y/N, everyone shouted questions at her. "Is this a way to get back at Lewis?" "Will we see another silver war?" "Are you going to crash him?" Y/N stood unimpressed by the naive questions. Her gaze flickered onto Lewis, a wave of overwhelming nostalgia overcoming her. But upon remembering her brother and the tears he shed due to his fight with Lewis, she slipped on a mask of indifference. After all she was making history as the first ever female F1 driver and this was war.
She was going to avenge her brother and prove to everyone just how good of a driver she was. If she happened to destroy Lewis's ego along the way, that was just an added bonus :)
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your-ace-cousin-clover · 4 months ago
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Have we ever considered that Toto Wolff is the Oracle of fucking Delphi?
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kruxband · 4 months ago
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do you know how embarrassing it is to be a certified hater of the united states but then one of the loves of your life did THIS.... smh 😭
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francolapintogf · 1 year ago
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it's just pure magic
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winteriron-trash · 3 months ago
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rdj the (whitewashed) electric boogaloo
This is a reminder to everyone who's excited about RDJ's casting as Doctor Doom that this casting is whitewashing. Victor Von Doom is a Romani character and has been a Romani character since his introduction in the 1960s. (Fantastic Four Annual #2 [1964]) Not only that, but his Roma identity and the persecution he and his family faced due to it is integral to his character, it is what forms his identity. (Books of Doom by Ed Brubaker) Even if on the off chance this casting is meant to not be Victor but instead be some variant of Tony or whomever else becoming Doctor Doom, it is damaging to the character to rob him of that important cultural background. Doctor Doom does not exist without that history. Fans have been pushing hard to cast Doom as a Romani actor for years, especially since the MCU has whitewashed other Romani characters. (Wanda, Pietro, etc) This casting is not a celebration moment, it's fucking heartbreaking that the MCU repeatedly ignores the important and nuanced cultural backstories of characters.
I know I can't change anybody's mind on whether or not you want to be excited about RDJ's return to the MCU. But I do think at the very least you should be mad that the MCU is baiting us all and destroying nuanced and interesting characters for the sake of self-referential easter eggs and nostalgia bait. Because that's what it is. Feel how you'd like to feel about RDJ's return, but personally, this is soul-sucking. I had such a deep love for the MCU as a teenager, it was obviously something incredibly formative to me, especially Tony Stark. This isn't recreating what I fell in love with the MCU for. This is turning a well-planned and artistic storyline of adaptations into cheap cash grabs and fan service. Because, I think we're past the point of being able to call the MCU an adaptation of anything. They can use existing characters' names and powers, but to say they're being properly adapted is laughable.
This is not an adaptation of Doctor Doom. This is RDJ the Electric Boogaloo because Marvel's fear of losing the interest of dedicated MCU fans overrides their willingness to tell stories that are genuine to the characters. I don't know what there is to be excited about that. The MCU has lost its authenticity and aside from a few projects, feels heartless. Every movie is a copy of a copy. This announcement isn't something celebratory, it feels like a death knell of a cinematic universe that's so desperate to cling to relevancy it's resorting to nostalgia for a character/actor who hasn't even been dead for a decade. We're not getting anything new, we're just rinsing and repeating the same song and dance.
I get it. I love Tony Stark, his death destroyed me and I to this day, rue the ending he got in Endgame. It misunderstood his arc and it robbed him of a satisfying conclusion. But the solution to that isn't dragging the corpse out of the grave five years later to whitewash an existing character with rich and interesting nuance, just to forcibly tie his existence in the MCU to Tony. Whether he is a variant or not. Why would you want someone else's fave's legacy to be destroyed simply so your fave's legacy can go on? Hell, if we were really all so hellbent on the return of RDJ and/or Tony to the MCU, we have the multiverse for a reason. There were other ways to do it that didn't whitewash and ruin someone else. This just. Isn't something to be happy about.
#... we will not be addressing that i'm a dead blog#no one say a WORD about my inactivity for 4 years this isn't about that /lh#also if anyone tries to get smart about “romani isn't a race” i don't care and you can shut up.#it's an ethnic and cultural identity. and it should be portrayed correctly.#ESPECIALLY for a character like *victor von doom* of all people. like it is fundamental to him.#i would've included panels of the comics mentioned but most of them use the g-slur and i don't wish to encourage that here#like listen i don't think you need to be a comics fan to be an mcu fan. they're so divorced from each other atp#nor do i think the mcu owes complete comic accuracy. but i do think you should at *least* care when characters are whitewashed.#look. i really don't want this to be a debate on if rdj's return is good or not#i've been frankly baffled at how many old mutuals are excited but. whatever if you want him back i get it.#but it shouldn't be like this. not at the expense of a different character.#this whole thing made me realize i'm *far* more jaded and turned off to the mcu than most of you guys are.#which is fair you can still be an mcu fan. if it brings you joy i'm so happy for you#but how does this like. bring joy i don't get it.#this is soulless. it's uninspired. it's done purely for shock value.#i occasionally get asks to this blog about why i left and asking me to come back#and i get it. i *want* to come back.#but i don't *care* about the mcu anymore. this is not the franchise i fell in love with.#i don't recognize what once meant everything to me.#winteriron will always hold a special place in my heart (as will tony stark)#but like. i just don't have love for it. and it sucks that this bullshit from marvel actively kills the love i had.#this sours tony stark to me. i'm sorry but it does. because was it really worth this? is this what his legacy has become?#this does cheapen his legacy btw. like without question. it turns him into a cheap cameo reference. heart of the mcu my ass.#my fandom circles have *massively* changed#i'm now entirely surrounded by comics fans bc my primary fandom is dc comics. that's what i'm up to these days#and the difference was actually baffling to me. everyone i follow now is *pissed* about this. comics twitter is so mad.#and then i see ppl on here excited and i'm just genuinely surprised this is something you want. i don't get it.#i don't say that to be rude. i just don't get it. how is *this* actually something people *want*.#do i still care about marvel? eh.#i like winter soldier comics and i could give a comprehensive rec list. and i read some other characters i deeply enjoy.
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fcb-mv33 · 1 year ago
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heartsoftruth · 1 year ago
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Final stint comparison of Lewis x George | Reddit
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dreamauri · 1 year ago
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. . . ( DREAM DAY AND NIGHT ) — ," send a diver + prompt, i'll write a small blurn and make a small Spotify playlist ( ex: painting for the first time with mv1 or knitting with ms47 ).
street racing at 1 in the morning with Lewis
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╭————————————————— ┊ PAIRING . . . lewis hamilton x girlfriend! street racer! reader ) ┊ GENRE . . . fluff / thrill ) ┊ PLAYLIST . . . link ) ╰— NOTES . . . i loved writing this )
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"Keys." He reminded you, prompting you to fold your arms and shake you're head. Lewis slumped his shoulder looking at you with raised eyebrows. You only smiled. "You're not driving." "I'm driving."
You were in fact, not driving. Gasps and yelps left your held the panic, bracing yourself in the seat. "Lewis!" "Can't hear you." He laughed as he continued drifting 'round the corners and pushing the car at high speeds.
His giggles filled your ears as you and him drove through the city, leading the pack of other cars as you arrived at your spot. Racing a car was one thing, sitting in the passenger seat was another. "I want out!" "Nooo, babe." Lewis pouted as him and the pack came to a stop at the rendezvous point. He tried to guilt trip you with baby doll eyes.
"But you're my lucky charm." Lewis tried to convince you, huffing with a chuckle ad smile, gently brushing some hair from your eyes. "I don't wanna die." You joked, opening the door and stepping out. Among your close group of friends, someone was generous enough to to sit out and toss you their car keys.
"Wait, darling." You looked back at Lewis who had his head and arm peaking out of his window. He simply held his palm out, making grabby hands. You didn't need to ask what that meant. Pulling your hair from the ponytail, you put the hairband in his palm which Lewis quickly wore as a bracelet. a little ritual he always did before racing when you weren't in the car with him.
He did need a piece of his lucky charm after all.
With a rev of the engine, you and Lewis aligned at the starting line. You looked at the computer in the passenger seat, 12:59 the clock read. Flicking on the radio, you brushed your hair behind your back.
The assigned timekeeper, with his hand up kept his eyes aligned on his watch.
tick! the watch's hand read 1:00 and as quickly as you and Lewis revved your engines, burning out your tyres. Smoke filled the air before signal was given and both cars accelerated to fight for the lead of makeshift city circuit.
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racewinnerlandonorris · 6 months ago
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Lewis Hamilton congratulating Lando Norris on his first Grand Prix win
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milk-lover · 2 years ago
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it’s been like 20 hours and I’m still legit upset about accidentally cilcking the caterpillar on bug race instead of snail like i was scrolling and i didn’t even LNOW polls were a thing yet and i hit it mid scroll as i was scrolling i hit it on ACCIDENT and i would have voted snail not fucking caterpillar and now snail is LOSING and I’m so SAD bc i CONTRIBUTED to that. I wake up in a cold sweat every night knowing that i fucked up and there’s nothing i can do about it
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its-avalon-08 · 7 months ago
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hearts intertwined (hamilton x sister! driver!rosberg) pt4
chapter 4: lines were crossed
warnings - none at all
series so far - pt1 pt2 pt3
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The Bahrain post-race celebrations were in full swing at the swanky F1 club. Y/N, still riding the high of her P2 finish, sipped on a non-alcoholic drink, surrounded by the jubilant Red Bull team. Max, ever the party animal, was already on the dance floor, his gangly limbs flailing to the thumping music.
Across the room, Lewis nursed a beer, a dark cloud hanging over him. Y/N's talent was undeniable, and her audacious overtake had left a bitter taste in his mouth. He couldn't help but steal glances at her, her laughter echoing amidst the chatter.
Suddenly, Y/N spotted Nico weaving through the crowd. A smile lit up her face. "Hey, Nico! Come meet Lando," she waved him over.
Lewis watched their interaction, tension coiling in his gut. Nico, ever the protective brother, ruffled Y/N's hair. "So, the wonder rookie," he chuckled, turning to Lando. "Looks like you've got some competition on your hands."
Lando grinned. "Always up for a challenge, Mr. Rosberg. But seriously, P2 in your first race? That's legendary!"
Y/N snorted. "Calm down, Lando. It was just luck."
"Luck, talent, and a whole lot of Rosberg grit," Nico winked. A strong whiff of vanilla overwhelmed the air when Lewis walked past. Then, leaning closer to Y/N, Nico added, "Is the motherfucker wearing vanilla cologne? You remember when you said you loved vanilla on men?"
Y/N's eyes widened in amusement. "Oh my god! He really is. He used to smell like vanilla cupcakes all the time. Too bad he's an asshole now."
A jolt of electricity shot through Lewis. The memory slammed into him with the force of a high-speed collision. 2014, pre-championship battles, a time when he and Nico were still friends. A time when he'd harbored a secret crush on Y/N. He'd doused himself in that damn vanilla cologne, hoping to catch her attention.
The image of Y/N snuggling into his chest, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she inhaled the scent, flooded his mind. He'd been so close, so naively hopeful. But then 2015 came, shattering their friendship and burying his feelings under an avalanche of competitive fury.
The past dissolved as he saw Y/N and Lando laughing, their bodies swaying close as they danced. A bitter pang of jealousy twisted in his gut. He couldn't help but notice the way Lando's arm brushed against Y/N's back, sending a fresh wave of irritation through him.
Just then, Lewis's gaze collided with Nico's. Nico's expression was a chilling mix of anger and concern. He strode across the room, his movements purposeful. Stopping in front of Lewis, he lowered his voice, a dangerous edge to it. "You can hate me," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "You can fight me, Lewis, that's old news. But raise a hand on my sister ever again… and I will make your life hell," he trailed off, his eyes blazing.
Lewis's breath hitched. Only then did he truly see the bruise on Y/N's hand, a dark purple blotch against her pale skin. Shame washed over him, hot and unwelcome. His eyes darted between the bruise and Nico's furious face. He knew, with a sickening certainty, that he'd crossed a line.
credits for gif - @lewishamiltongifs
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a-moment-captured · 1 year ago
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A just because Lewis Hamilton appreciation post of B&W photographs.
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