My rambles and reposts about F1 and all the lack of sleep I get watching the races Ao3: flipping_interests
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2025 Miami Grand Prix // 2025 Canadian Grand Prix
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Fernando putting on/adjusting the steering wheel for Lance as they make the most insane eye contact all while surrounded by a busy garage I-
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i need to eat him with a knife and fork (from oscar's instagram)
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pls consider reblogging for reach, many thanks
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I think the moment Galex finally clicked for me was when I read about Alex experiencing respiratory complications after his appendectomy and there was a possibility of the... outcome not being good, so his family decided to let George know, like. That's beyond being just friends, that's deep
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made the mistake of thinking about logan sargeant today. now im crying. sigh
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Now normally I'm not one to listen to anything Ralf Schumacher has to say about Lando Norris, but he may be onto something here.
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Look, I don't want to toot my own horn
But every race I've watched, someone has won
I guess I'm just a lucky charm
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Gabico nation if ur out there. I would like to discuss this image
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Oscar with a fan at the Canadian GP <3 (look at his curls he's so pretty!!!!)
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sometimes i wonder how it must feel to be logan sargeant. you grow up across europe and make friends with one of the only other kids there who understands how it feels to be oceans away from home. you fight each other for championships. you lose. you get to the highest category of motorsport in the same year. you're stuck in a losing car while you watch him get his first podiums. his first win. you crash and it's not a blaze of glory, it's not anything but the sinking knowledge your time is up. you have to leave.
then he wins a world championship. and you test an indycar in your home country and you do so so well, but it's never good enough, is it? and your fellow floridian is there in indycar, too. you fish together underneath the blazing florida sun. it's the only time you get to compete on his level.
and the next season starts, and you pull out of the series you were supposed to race in. you don't really ever say why. and the kid you were foreigners alongside is now foreign to you and far from you. he's leading championships, he's fighting for wins and for glory and for everything you've dreamed of. and your friend from back home is winning, too--only one of two winners in his season so far. he's got three wins and third place in the championship.
how long ago was it that you were doing that too? do you even remember how it feels?
and you're happy for them, you are. but it's june and you're in florida and the ache stings like your weary skin left under the sun too long. you're probably tired.
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fellas is it gay to get backshots from your arch-nemesis on the podium?
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