#There is a Formula 1 version of this too

[desmond-the-queer-dragon]

Artwork by beloved friend and artist Prottxv on Twitter (DO NOT REPOST WITHOUT CREDIT and please go follow them) of the DragonRider!MotoGP fanfiction I am writing (and have yet to publish, but we don't talk about that) called The Dragons of Blood and Gold. The Primordial Moon and the Eternal Sun. Both the fanart and the fanfic are a gift for @dasmidna (Basically a dragon version of the fanfic they are already writing) where I combine our two hyper fixations into one thing. It wasn't supposed to get this far, but it did. Pecco is scolding Marc for being so restless during a race. A sentiment shared by his dragon, Syrax, who is scolding her said mate and racing partner, Caraxes. Also known by the DracoGP fandom (hehe, see what I did there?) as Noodle Boy for his long neck. Unfortunately for Pecco and Marc, bonded dragons have to live together during the racing season. Hence, their riders have to live together. (There may be more than one bed, but there is only one house. Shame Marc opened the door shirtless when Pecco, Syrax, and Turbo arrived to move in). Oh, how Marc wishes he had been chosen by his previous dragonness, Moondancer. Álex, meanwhile, is throwing a party with his dragon, Sunfyre, for being able to shack up with a hot Italian named Luca due to Moondancer-Sunfyre's mate-choosing him over Marc. He may be the younger brother of the man who made his brother's life a living hell, but it's fine. Probably.

[fairylando]

close enough, welcome back tororosso carlitos!

[lolli-popsicle]

I know there's mixed feelings on Johnny Herbert but I need to talk about him and Mika! Here is a story about them sharing a hotel room in 1991 where Johnny decides to run Mika a 'big bubbly bath'. Taken from Johnny's book:

'While he was disrobing in the bathroom, I was doing the same in the bedroom. I put a flannel over my parts and knocked at the door. "Can I come in?", I whispered naughtily. "Erm, yes, I suppose so," said a rather hesitant Mika. I opened the door, walked in very slowly, towel in position, fluttered my eyelashes and said, "Would you like me to get in with you, Mika?". Have you ever seen a terrified Finnish gentleman start splashing about in a bath? Well, if you ever get the opportunity, seize it, because it was one of those sights I shall remember. He was absolutely shitting himself, bless him'

'The following morning, the Flying Finn went flying up to the Lotus team secretary. "Suzanne, I think Johnny is gay. What am I going to do?".'

Johnny ends the story with: 'Despite the bathroom shenanigans, my relationship with Mika carried on swimmingly well into 1992.' 😆

It honestly sounds like a fanfic 😭❤️

[deadpoets]

OSCAR PIASTRI F1 Drivers Decide Their Personality Red Flags

[fiireicee]

15,5 x 25,5cm acrylics painting

I was supposed to finish it for Alain's birthday but I struggled with perfectionnism and went back to it yesterday 😔 I keep practicing with acrylics in my sketchbook, I used to say that I was only a digital artist, but I'm becoming friend again with traditionnal art and I wanna improve my skills so one day I could paint on big canvas 🙏

I still love the sketch so I'm reposting it too here

[shitapril]

things i'm expecting to see in the new drive to survive season now that season seven's release date has been announced :

lewis hamilton's move to ferrari

oscar piastri's wins, but completely ignoring lando's contribution

franco's debut, emotional montage of argentine fans, absolutely no mention of logan as per

lewis hamilton leaving mercedes

another emotional montage of daniel ricciardo diving into the pool after monaco, one shoey, and max's "thank you, daniel"

minimum one episode dedicated to charles leclerc

making it look like lando never had a chance at wdc, or making it look like lando had a 100 point lead that he fumbled, no in between

only one carlos mention - and it'll be about his drop to a backmarker team from dream-team-ferrari

baroque scenes of williams mechanics and james violently insisting no williams are actually not broke

childhood-best-friends-to-enemies-to-teammates-to-surprise-podium-after-civil-wars-on-track storyline for my favourite frenchmen obviously

absolutely no mention of my favourite blonde hunks

biggest-move-in-motorsport-history lewis hamilton to drive for his childhood dream team

[racingcore]

It has been a long journey, but i knew you. You're here.

~credit //quote: “Our Beautiful Life When It’s Filled with Shrieks” by Christopher Citro // Interview transcript: @il-predestinato (x) // images: pinterest and tumblr~

[eobsinj]

✨ jenson button - bahrain 2014 ( twt | ig | prev )

[skitskatdacat63]

Okay now where's the Seb teddy bear so I can make them kiss each other!?

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[vonlipvig]

on race weekends, we wear pink! 🩷

[ls4rgeant]

"i was there, i remember it all too well" OP81 x reader

masterlist

sumbit a request!

authors note: he's so boyfriend i just want to smother him. anyways this has just took me so long as tumblr decided to delete the ending twice. many threats later and i truly wish i had the energy to make this better but i had so much fun writing it so hope you enjoy reading it!! might have got slightly lazy at the end but i think it can be forgiven due to the circumstances. my apologies anyway.

also not proofread this i get embarrassed reading my own stuff

taylor swift references as this is heavily inspired by all too well (10mv) but you don't need to know it to understand :)

✰ warnings - swearing, just pure fluff

for 2 hours you had attempted to fall asleep. tossing and turning in your bed, sighing in frustration every couple of minutes. you had tried music, the sound of rain, counting. nothing was working and you were surprised you hadn't woken Oscar up yet. you kicked the duvet under your feet in a desperate attempt of comfort, waited 10 minutes, and still nothing. well, you weren't gonna do this all night. you cautiously peeled the duvet off your body, desperately attempting to make sure Oscar stayed asleep, grabbed your phone and airpods from the table beside your bed, and tiptoed to the door, opening and closing it as quietly as you could.

you had the whole apartment memorized from the multiple times you had walked around it with your eyes closed. you'd learnt the hard way where things you needed to avoid were but just for safety, you tapped your phone and held it out infront of you. a picture of a strip of pictures you had taken in a photobooth of you and oscar in different poses. one of the two of you kissing in the middle, sandwiched by one of you two making a heart with your hands, another of you resting your head on his shoulder while he kissed the top of your head.

you had to tap the screen a few times before you got to the kitchen and could finally use an actual light source. you opened the fridge and used the light from there to see around you, also grabbing a drink. you leant against the counter, trying to connect your airpods to your phone while sticking one in your ear, scrolling through your music library to find your favourite playlist.

"y/n's playlist🎶🤍"

very original of course

you pressed shuffle and heard the first few notes of all too well 10 minute version. you placed your phone face down on the counter and just listened to the song. focusing deeply on the lyrics. you were around a minute into the song when you felt two arms wrap around your waist.

you jumped surprisedly at the touch

"oscar you just scared the shit out of me"

he sunk his head into the crook of your neck, muffling his words

"what are you doing up, its like 2am"

"couldn't sleep and didn't want to wake you up" you almost whispered

you grabbed your phone and turned bluetooth off, disconnecting your airpods and making the song hearable to both sets of ears. it was on low volume, but you made sure it was loud enough to hear, something about the darkness made you feel the urge to be quiet. you placed your phone down on the counter once again, as he swayed your hips slowly.

"your abuse of the poor duvet woke up me like an hour ago"

"it deserved it i suppose"

you both chuckled as he moved one of his hands away from your waist, searching the air around it for your hand. when he found it, he intertwined his fingers with yours and began to stroke your cold hand with his thumb

he took you by surprise when he raised your arm and spun you under his arm to face him. you could only just make out that he was smirking, probably proud of the move he just pulled.

"shall we?" he said, still holding your hand, one of his on your waist as you shifted your weight between your feet, stepping side to side slowly

"god you are honestly such a dork it melts my heart" you replied, laughing at his words 

you hid your blushing face by burying it into his neck as he guided your steps from side to side. neither of the two of you had a clue what you were doing but as far as you were concerned you were dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light and you would remember this all too well

after the song had finally ended and another began playing, his hand trailed off your hip and up to your face to gently tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear before following your jawline round and cupping your face with his soft hands. His eyes looked intently into yours.

“im so in love with you y/n” he muttered, the warmth of his breath getting closer to your face.

and you truly believed it as he said it. the look of admiration in his eyes was everything. this was all you ever wanted. true, genuine love and it was all you had in return for him.

he hesitated for a moment before leaning in and letting his lips connect to yours. you knew he must have felt the heat of your cheeks on his and the foolish grin plastered across your face.

“i love you the most.” the words hardly audible from your lips still being almost touching. 

as your lips disconnected from the passionate kiss, you attached your forehead to his. for a moment, he let you stand there with just your thoughts, wondering how you got this lucky, how someone like you deserved him. 

“are we staying up then?” 

“we are absolutely not. you have meetings all day tomorrow osc, you can’t. as for me, i have nothing planned, so i reckon i might be.”

“y/n don’t be ridiculous, if you’re staying up i’ll keep you company. we can watch a film if you want to?”

he watched as your face lit up at the idea. an unspoken question lingered in the air.

“yes you can choose it” he rolled his eyes playfully

“only because you insisted osc” you replied, a sarcastic tone in your voice

you took oscar’s hand and led him to the sofa, the warm toned lights made the room feel romantic. you snuggled up to him as he handed you the remote. your bodies as close together as they could be, the heat from his overpowering the cold from yours. 

one of his hands drew circles on the soft skin of your stomach, the other one playing with strands of your hair.

the time you had spent looking for a film to watch was hardly worth it as you felt yourself falling asleep just minutes in. oscar’s face was pressed against your hair and you felt him smile as your eyes fought to stay open.

this was all you had ever wanted. this was all you ever dreamed of as a little girl, you had found your prince and you knew every moment, every memory with him would haunt you all too well, forever and always.

[kimiichiato]

1 • Fernando Alonso

[ishootthelightsout]

Thinking about Oscar with the breathing Koala plush

[never-looked-so-good]

📷 @/f1sutton

[racingliners]

Lewis Hamilton x Space

[saamaton]

Lando for the driver bingo :)

is this controversial ??? this might be controversial. depends!