#mike elliott

[russellius]

BEYOND THE GRID: MIKE ELLIOTT | October 5th, 2022

MIKE: I think the other aspect for me as a technical director, he's very good to work with from an engineer's point of view in the sense that he gets it. You can have a conversation about what you think the car is doing on an engineering basis and he quickly really tunes into that and he's able to give you feedback that's easy to use and to understand. And I think that's gonna be really useful for us going forward.

TOM: Was Nico Rosberg another driver like that? Who could tune into an engineering conversation?

MIKE: Nico... was very good at giving feedback that was very useful for the engineers. I think the difference I'd say with George is - at times you kind of forget he's not an engineer. When you explain things to him from an engineering sense he gets it. Sometimes you discuss things with a driver and you explain it and they nod their head and say "yeah, I understand it" and then a couple of days later you get a question and you think "ah, you've not quite understood". With George that doesn't really happen. He'll come back to you a couple of days later and you'll discuss the topic and he's clearly picked it up and he's understood it, and I think that's impressive.

[wejustvibing]

Wolff said that Allison’s return as technical director would see the team continue with its current development direction.

"We have a path now that we believe is the right one. It's just different personalities and a different management structure." - Toto Wolff

[erelavent]

A couple of months ago I mentioned how Toto needs to hurry up and announce who Lewis' replacement was going to be and there were many reasons but the most important was because Lewis leaving symbolizes a major lack of confidence in the team.

When senior leadership start to bail, it signals for Junior team members to also jump ship. We're seeing this a little bit with Red Bull after the announcement of Adrian Newey's departure (Zak Brown mentioned an influx of Red Bull employees applying to Mclaren) and the same thing is happening at Mercedes but it's actually worse.

The writing on the wall at Mercedes doesn't even start with Lewis, it starts with Mike Elliot. Mike Elliot was a pretty well-known face at Merc and he, along with James Vowles and James Allison used to do the race debriefs. We know James Vowles left for Williams (my theory is that he left to gain enough experience to later replace Toto at Merc), but Mike Elliot, (who was 49 at the time), took gardening leave with no plans to join another team. He just up and left after 11 years. He didn't take a sabbatical or anything, he left. Which is strange and kind of unheard of.

Since then, we've seen more and more Merc team members leave and/or get poached by Aston Martin and Ferrari (Fred Vasseur the man you are). Last week, it was Jerome d'Ambrosio and Loic Serra, this week, it's Giaocchino Vino, who has only been the head aerodynamicist for a little over a year. This signifies instability, whether that means Merc is cleaning house to replace them or they are leaving on their own. If I worked at the team, I'd be panicking and refreshing my resume to plan my exit.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Not even kidding, this is how it used to look like in university with students (me) begging the professor to not mark us (me) absent just because we were 2 seconds late to class (I used to fuck around in corridors) 💀

2023 Bahrain Pre Season Testing

[heartsoftruth]

Presume this is also what George meant when he spoke about having “the right car in the right window come race six onwards” in his interview last night. Meaning: European races.

EDIT |

[the-hottest-band-tournament]

Round Two

The Smiths

Defeated opponents: The Who

Formed in: 1982

Genres: Indie pop, indie rock, jangle pop, post-punk, alternative rock

Lineup: Morrissey - vocals, percussion 

Johnny Marr - guitar, piano, keyboards, harmonica

Andy Rourke - bass

Mike Joyce - drums, percussion

Albums from the 80s:

 The Smiths (1984)

Meat Is Murder (1985)

The Queen Is Dead (1986)

Strangeways, Here We Come (1987)

Propaganda: Possibly the most important and influential rock (not metal) band of the 1980s. Their intellectual lyrics and unique sound sparked many imitators on both sides of the Atlantic, some (like Radiohead) becoming legends in their own right.

They are quite pretty and the music is so good. I don’t have much else to say

Def Leppard

Defeated opponents: Meat Puppets

Formed in: 1977

Genres: hard rock 

Lineup: Rick Savage- bass 

Phil Collen- guitar 

Steve Clark- guitar 

Rick Allen- drums

Joe Elliott- vocals 

Albums from the 80s:

 On Through the Night (1980)

High 'n' Dry (1981)

Pyromania (1983)

Hysteria (1987)

Propaganda: This is the first band I ever saw live. I was seven and up way past my bedtime but their stage show is so energetic and explosive, I never got bored or felt tired. Every member of the band is nice looking but also! There is Lore: So in 1984 their drummer, Rick Allen, was in a car accident that severed his left arm. Instead of replacing him, the band supported him through his rehabilitation and set him up with a custom electronic drum kit he could play with one arm and both feet and he is still playing with the band to this day. 

[oakendesk]

Mike Shane's Mystery Magazine Oct 1961

Freeman Elliott

[rave-meow]

interrupting your scheduled mairimashita posting for some doodles of favorites from other media (theres way more. WAY MORE. but in a combination of forgetfulness, a now cramping hand, and sheer tiredness.... I left a lot out (broken heart emoji .. ill do a part 2 eventually

[emblazons]

cut because I still remember that anon that said they prefer my fencesitting LMFAO

We as a people really need to spend some time with our byler elders (@kaypeace21 and co) because I promise you they figured out Mike was gay years before the "uppity" analysts of today did....and have pulled out / contextualized evidence even I think is crazy to read considering it was based on S3 alone 😂

Like? The fact that someone, arguably the strongest of the analysts of the fandom in their day, was writing “why I think Mike is gay and not Bi” and "what Mike said was projection of him not liking girls" in August 2019 with shit word for word bar for bar telling you the framework that brought us S4 Mike…friend you were a prophet before your time, and they maligned u for telling the truth, and now that we all see your vision people still think its debatable LMAO

[wejustvibing]

respect to mike elliott though for bringing this up and putting the team and performance above himself AND massive respect to james allison for agreeing to return lol he just wanted to retire but is now going to have to clean up this mess 🥲

[gleetournaments]

The Ultimate Glee Ship Tournament: Round 4 Match 3

[smokietaylor]

It’s happening!!!! 👀

READ ARTICLE HERE

[lewishamiltonstuff]

Wait... Mercedes have actually cooked something???!!!!

Mike Elliot I'm SORRY i ever doubted your game

[heartsoftruth]

X

[midnightmajick]

Get Your Freak On

Mike Schmidt x fem reader

Warnings: Smut, porn with (basically) no plot, literally takes place in a strip club so...

18+ only, Minors DNI

Word count: 1,691 words

Wrote this to "Get Ur Freak On" by Missy Elliott, I'll put the Spotify link below this.

It was 11pm, and Micheal Schmidt was in his own personal hell. Most guys would enjoy tonight, but Mike wasn’t most guys. If he had known this bachelor party were at a strip club, he probably wouldn’t have gone. Yeah, Mark was his best friend, but this was a line Mike wouldn’t willingly cross. He hated the idea of being there. He didn’t mind hookups, but full-on strip clubs were not his idea of fun. He sighed as he remembered he actually paid someone to watch Abby. Only to find out he would be spending the entire night here, where it reeked of sex.

All of his friends knew Mike wasn’t into this kind of thing either. No wonder they wouldn’t tell him where they were going until it was too late for him to weasel his way out of being there. So he sat in the corner, trying his best to ignore everyone and everything.

He was doing fine until you walked over to him. He wasn’t interested in you, but you found it strange how a man could be so cross at a place like this. “Hey there big boy, want me to cheer you up?” You asked in a sultry tone. Obviously this guy wasn’t happy to be here, and your boss would kill you if you didn’t try to fix it. It didn’t hurt that he was hot. Not in the typical fuck-boy way; in fact, he almost had a softer look to him. Well, despite the unwavering scowl on his face.

“No, I’m good thanks,” the man grumbled. This clearly wasn’t going to be easy. “Okay, but can you at least try not to look so angry? Between you and me, my boss isn’t exactly happy you’re sitting here in this kind of mood. He says it’s bad for business,” you reasoned with him. But you might as well have been grasping at straws. “Look, if I could leave, I would. It’s my best friend’s bachelor party; he and the rest of our friends tricked me into coming. I don’t want to be here. Nothing personal,” he growled.

“They tricked you into coming? That’s fucked up.”

“Yeah. And I can’t go home cause that would be rude. Plus I already paid the babysitter.”

“You have a kid?”

“No, I take care of my sister. I just hope she doesn’t find out this is where I was, cause she’s fucking ten.”

“Oh, damn. I honestly don’t blame you for being pissed. I’d be mad too.”

“Really?” his scowl evaporated. Finally, someone that understood how fucked up this entire situation was. And actually cared enough to listen to how he felt. “Yeah, I’m sorry they pulled that on you, that’s just a dick move.”

“No kidding.”

A pause.

“I’m Mike.”

“Y/N,” you responded.

Mike smiled. Not a forced smile, but a genuine one. For the first time tonight, he had a reason to. Sure, he hated being here, but at least you weren’t too bad. You were definitely easy on the eyes. Maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He was suddenly aware of the fact that you were barely wearing anything, and a blush covered his face.

Before he noticed what he was doing, Mike’s eyes looked you up and down lecherously. You immediately took notice of how he was gaping at you, and a knot instantly formed in your stomach. Damn, Mike was making you feel all kinds of things you didn’t normally feel when you were working.

Maybe it was those big doe eyes of his that looked up at you, now glazed over with want. Or his strong hands that you just wanted to have touch you all over. But you had a feeling that the real reason you felt this way is because you could tell he saw you as more than an object, but as a human being. Just like him.

“Like what you see Mike?” you teased. Immediately, Mike broke out of his trance and blinked, a bright red blush covering his face. Clearly he was embarassed, but you reassured him, “No, it’s okay, take it all in, hun.” His eyes instantly snapped up to yours, searching for any doubt or discomfort in your expression.

When he failed to find any, his hands slid up your thighs and onto your waist, instantly earning a sigh from you. “That’s it hun, go ahead, take what you want.” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he knew you’d gladly give it to him. He guided you down onto his lap, and if it wasn’t clear before how much he needed you, it was now. You could feel his cock pressing against his jeans, begging for release. The release you would give to him. You dragged your barely-clothed cunt over his crotch, eliciting a groan from his lips instantly. His hands kneaded at your hips, and you let out a low moan.

“Feel good, Princess?” he growled lustfully. God, this was going to be good. “Mike...” is all you could manage as he continued to grab at you. He was ensnared in your web, but that was okay with him. He wanted, no, needed, you so bad that he didn’t care how desperate he came across.

“Wanna head somewhere more-fuuuck-private?” you asked, your gaze pleading with him to fuck you already as he grasped at your soft skin. He grinned devilishly, and you knew exactly where to take him. You snagged his hand and led him to the back of the club, where you opened the back door. “I know a place, follow me.”

A few minutes later, you had brought him to your apartment. Normally you wouldn’t have taken him here, but something was different about him. You needed somewhere private so he could take you, and none of the rooms in the club you worked in were available. That, and they were kind of gross anyway. At least, in your opinion.

As soon as he walked in, a wave of shyness washed over Mike. This was your apartment, he didn’t really feel as if he belonged here, and he needed to be respectful. You sensed his cocky attitude shift, and as you led him to your bedroom, you knew you had to do something to keep him from bolting. So you tackled him onto the bed. His eyes widened in surprise, he wasn’t expecting it, but he wasn’t going to complain.

Before you had a chance to start doing what you had planned to, he flipped you over, sandwiching you between his body and the bed. You instantly moaned, completely caught off guard. His body was pressed on top of yours, and you could feel his hot breath on your neck.

You were about to beg him to do something, anything, but you never got the chance. His lips sucked on your neck, evoking a whimper from you. “Mike, fuuuck...” you whined, the tone of your voice an indicator of your arousal. “Come on, be my good girl now...” he mumbled, lost in a world of ardor.

His hips began jutting up into yours, and you both groaned in response. As he snapped up against you, his hands fumbled around for the clasps on your top. After unhooking them, he tore the revealing garment off of your chest. He stared at you salaciously, practically drooling over himself. How had he gotten so lucky?

He clawed at your bottoms desperately, and once he had them off, his eyes were glued to your pussy and how wet you were for him. Without delay, you started yanking his clothes off as well. As soon as you pulled his boxers off, his cock sprang free of its restraints, leaking a bit of pre-cum at its tip. Fuck, he was huge. If you weren’t used to this kind of thing, you would have wondered if you could take him.

Before you had time to react, Mike shoved himself inside of your cunt. You squealed in arousal and surprise as he began to fuck into you like a madman. It was clear he hadn’t done this in a while, he was completely desperate to ravage you, but you weren’t complaining. Whines spilled from your lips and his name rolled off of your tongue along with a string of obscenities and moans about how good his dick felt inside of you.

He pounded into you with fervor, hips snapping up into you and filling you up. His hand snaked down to your clit, and he began to rub circles against the sensitive flesh. You moaned loudly, unable to control the volume of your voice. The feeling of his dick as it pistoned up into you with accuracy and precision was incredible. He was hitting your G-spot over and over, and as his hand continually grazed over your clit, you knew you were done for. It wouldn’t be long now.

As you came, a guttural cry echoed throughout your apartment. Mike continued fucking into you, chasing his own release. He finally erupted, his breath hitching as you felt his cum paint your insides white. “Damn... That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you panted. Your hair clung to your face from the layer of sweat that covered your body, which gave a slight sheen to your skin. “Me too,” Mike agreed.

“By the way, today was my last day. Glad it wasn’t yesterday,” you mused aloud. “I’m really glad too,” Mike replied, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. That’s when you realized. That he felt the same way you did. You had a feeling there was a connection before everything got so... sexual, but you weren’t sure if it was just you wanting it to be true so bad you believed it, or if it was actually real.

But now, based on that little display of affection, that little kiss he gave you a few moments ago, you knew. You were swept away inside your mind, but before you had a chance to continue your train of thought, Mike interrupted you. “By the way, could I have your number?”

[amiscreations]

Meeting All of Def Leppard in Sheffield!!!!

Yes, really! and no this wasn't part of a meet and greet or anything, I just happened to be incredibly blessed that weekend🥰 so sit back, relax, get your snacks, and lemme give you a comprehensive timeline of how I met the guys!

So you guys all know my interaction with Sav at the album signing, if not read about it here, but that was my only interaction with Sav. 

other than that, my friends happened to be staying at the same hotel that the Leppards and their crew were! 

the only one of the Leppard crew who wasn't staying there was Sav, because he was staying at his house (he lives in Sheffield so ig it makes sense) but yeah that was why we didn't see him at all after the signing.

also the man is illusive af so even if he was staying at the hotel we prob wouldn't have seen much of him😅

Right, now time for the others!

The next Leppard I met (and I still genuinely cannot believe this) was Joe!

We got back to the hotel after the concert and he was just… there? In the lobby/restaurant area? WHAT?

I will admit that I did feel a little bad going up to him as he seemed like he just wanted to hang out with his friends who were all there, but at this point I didn’t know that they were staying at the hotel so I didn’t know if I’d ever get this opportunity again.

He was sO NICE and sO TIPSY LMAO

We didn’t say much to each other apart from the usual “the show was amazing!” And “Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed it” kinda routine bUT STILL I WAS TALKING TO JOSEPH ELLIOTT HIMSELF ANYTHING WAS MORE THAN AMAZING 

he is also vERY tall in person

Like I knew he was like 6′3 or something like that but my short ass just did not expect him to be that tall for some reason

But yeah that was that

Another fun thing was that we stayed in the lobby for a little while and we could just hEAR him laughing and talking 

Something I learned about Joe Elliott on this trip is that tHE MAN IS LOUD WHEN TIPSY

Just as we were about to retire for the night, in walks The Thundergod himself, Mr Rick Allen!

Of course we got a picture with him and he was very intent on taking it himself in selfie mode LMAO

(my friends were in this too but I decided to crop them out bc I wasn't sure if they wanted to be on Tumblr or not)

HE IS SO LOVELY AAAAAAA

Cut to the next day, I meet my friends in Starbucks, and we weren’t in there more than 10 mins, and Rick walks in! 

My friend apparently had always wanted to buy him coffee, so the went up and paid for his order aWWW

he then proceeded to come and sit at our table and we just... talked?

as if we were old friends?

WHAT?

HE IS SO NICE AND SO CHARMING AND SO FUNNY I JUST AWWW

we ended up running into him a lot that day and the next, and he genuinely seemed happy to see us!

at one point he said “greetings earthlings” to us and did the Star Trek salute

long story short for about 48 hours we became best friends with Rick Allen and I miss him every day

Next up: Phil

our first interaction was very generic (well as generic as you can get when you're literally meeting one of your favourite people on the entire planet)

we ran into him in the lobby of the hotel and we talked about the concert for a bit

he said he was super excited for the rest of the tour AWW

we saw him a couple of other times  that day but other than a “hello” and a smile  we didn't bother him at all

we would have done the same whenever we saw Rick but I cannot stress enough that HE was the one coming up to US when ever he saw us

later that day we also saw Joe again but we didn't go up to him as he was with Jess and Mike and seemed busy ( he was honestly probably going out to film something👀)

Ok this next part might be a lil sad

But we also went to visit Steve🥺

I didn’t expect to cry, but as soon as the three of us laid eyes on his gravestone we just all broke down into tears.

There was a lot of lil bits of memorabilia there that looked like they had been there for a long time, mostly guitar picks and lil notes.

But the part that got us? There was a picture of him and Phil there which you can just about see in the first photo

Not me crying again rn

But we have him some flowers (which we all wrote a note on) and I also gave him a guitar pick. 

I’d actually found this guitar pick on the floor in Brighton a few weeks ago, and it was from a music touring company. I’d completely forgotten I’d left it in my bag, but I think it was absolutely a sign when I found it on the floor.

Everything felt so heartbreakingly perfect 

We got to share this little moment with him💜

Ok sad stuff over 

Cut to the next day, we’re back at Starbucks again getting breakfast. surely nothing else out of the ordinary could happen, right?

well that was proven wrong when VIVIAN CAMPBELL WALKED IN HKSFBKFJS

seriously we weren’t even planning to stay in there wE WERE IN THERE FOR LIKE FIVE MINUTES TO GET BREAKFAST AND THEN GO

anyways I got to give him one of my art prints 

I actually forgot to say I gave one to Rick as well as Sav

well I gave one to Scott (sav’s son who I saw at the OAC pop up) and he said he would give it to Sav AWW

the only one I didn't give a print to was Joe and im sO MAD bc I made a bunch of Joe prints to give out to the fans at the concert and over the weekend bUT I FORGOT TO SAVE ONE FOR THE MAN HIMSELF AAAAAH IM SORRY JOE

I can just imagine all the guys showing each other their prints and Joe being like 🥺why didn't I get one?

I WILL GET A PRINT TO JOE IF IT KILLS ME DW THIS IS NOW MY MISSION 

ANYWAYS Viv was super cool but super shy aww so it didn't seem right to ask him for a picture

[EDIT] idk how I forgot this part but Viv actually recognised me from the signing???!!!! He said “aw I recognise you, you were the one with Sav’s jacket😃” I kept my cool somehow but I was fREAKING OUT

esp in the cafe where I don’t think he wanted attention drawn to him😅

also side note I can confirm that Viv is absolutely ripped irl like bRUUUH👁👄👁

everyone talks about how buff phil is but nO ONE TALKS ABOUT VIV

soz but that just needed to be said.

we decided to stay in the lobby and ofc we saw the leppards a bunch again

literally it was so surreal 

just as they were getting ready to check out Joe came out of the elevator and said “good morning ladies” to us 

we all just collectively internally screamed

we said some other things to him and vice versa but my brain was going 100 miles an hour (BC THAT’S JOE ELLIOTT RIGHT THERE TALKING TO US?) so I honestly dont remember what exactly we were saying😅

another fun thing was that my friend had gifted him a shirt at the signing aND THE MAN WAS WEARING IT AS HE WAS CHECKING OUT

IT WAS SO SWEET AND WE ALL JUST CRIED 

and then as he walked out he said “ladies I bid you adieu”

*more internal feral screaming*

Viv also went to check out and Caitlin (his wife) was with him and I stg she gave me a death glare LMAO

I honestly don’t think she meant to lol but it was still funny

like don’t worry I'm not gonna steal your man calm down

I managed to stop Phil just in time to give him one of my art prints!

one of my friends also had a programme from the Pyro days that had a double page pic of the guys and everyone had their signature (yes this even had Steve’s signature) apart from Phil

and she finally got to complete it by asking him to sign it! 

the best part about this was that he seemed so genuinely happy to see Steve’s signature

he then gAVE ME AND HER HUGS WTF FHDHDHSH

we both then cried 😃

like literally we were both so overwhelmed (in a good way) that we just had to let it all out

and just like that, they were on their way to the airport 

when I left for Sheffield four days prior I had no idea that when I left, I could say I'd had conversations with all five of my favourite people in the world. 

hopefully this was the first time of many I’ll see them!