stupidnicknamehere
stupidnicknamehere
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stupidnicknamehere · 11 hours ago
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stupidnicknamehere · 11 hours ago
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he looks so young.
please, please, please come back like you were never gone
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stupidnicknamehere · 1 day ago
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🏁 What did Jo Ramírez just say about Checo???
On the ESPN Racing podcast, Jo Ramírez dropped this:
“The problem with Checo… I don’t know if he’ll like hearing it or not, is that he disconnected from racing. If you’re a Formula 1 driver, you should have Formula 1 for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
He also compared him to Verstappen, saying Max has simulators on his plane and is obsessed with constant improvement.
Excuse me, what?!
🤔 How about using some actual judgment?
Jo comes from an era where F1 was treated like a religion. For him, obsession equals success. But that mindset doesn’t fit everyone anymore. Checo is looking for balance: family, business, racing. Does that make him less of a driver? Not at all. Comparing him to Max without context is unfair. Checo never had the car or the technical backing Max got, and still pulled off historic wins.
What’s really behind it? Ramírez isn’t speaking objectively. There’s disappointment, wounded pride. He admitted he was never friends with Checo and that their relationship ended when Checo left McLaren. But Checo joined McLaren during a rough patch, with a rigid British corporate culture that doesn’t always get Latin styles.
The deeper issue is, Jo was a pioneer, no doubt. But he also had to adapt to a system that wasn’t built for him. And in doing so, he may have unintentionally reinforced the rules that exclude others. Criticizing Checo for not “giving himself completely” is echoing the same narrative Jo had to swallow to survive.
Why are Latinos only celebrated when they fit the European mold?
Having a life outside the paddock isn’t weakness. It’s humanity. Maybe it’s time we stop measuring greatness by how much someone sacrifices themselves for a system that was never built to include them.
Checo didn’t fail the sport. The sport keeps failing to evolve—still clinging to its old hierarchies, its polished exclusions, its unspoken racism.
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stupidnicknamehere · 3 days ago
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Lotus 1985 (oil on canvas)
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stupidnicknamehere · 3 days ago
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I’m watching videos of the 1993 Australian Grand Prix and god it hurts me so much.
Them both knowing it will be thier last time on the podium together, because Alain is leaving. It’s a podium of Goodbyes, from Alain to the sport, from Ayrton to his team.
They know it’s the end, the last they will share, but they don’t know that it will be ayrton’s last as well. The last time he stands on a podium the same as the first, Alain by his side, just on different steps.
And even then there are the small moments, when ayrton takes Alain’s hand in the garage and the Italian commentators coo “Finalmente” and they both smile wide.
It’s the small moments when Alain reaches over to tap Ayrton on the back in soft congratulations and offers his hand to shake only for Ayrton to grab him by the forearm and tug him to the top step. It’s how they sway with the force of it, Ayrton tucking Alain under his arm before he seems to remember Damon is also there.
It’s how they both lean on each other, stick close to each other only separating to get thier trophies.
And even then, ayrton’s eyes don’t leave him, waiting to tug him to the top step.
It’s how ayrton makes sure to soak Alain first, he is leaving after all, then his team, he is leaving after all.
And that is where the story, or at least’s Alain’s was supposed to end. Ayrton’s was supposed to keep going, it was supposed to, but his ended there as well. On the podium, with Alain, With McLaren.
And it wasn’t supposed to be the end. But god it was a happy one wasn’t it, saccharine and predictable, but satisfying in that quiet way that most endings in life are.
And yet I’m so sad about it.
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stupidnicknamehere · 3 days ago
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Look me straight in the eyes and tell me your current music taste isn’t what your father played in the car when you were a kid.
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stupidnicknamehere · 4 days ago
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thanks music
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stupidnicknamehere · 4 days ago
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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?
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stupidnicknamehere · 4 days ago
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Like this is how it feels to write Ayrton @novaknows (and @vega-alphalyrae-hip91262 because you were also in the convo)
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stupidnicknamehere · 5 days ago
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RUBENS BARRICHELLO after winning the 2000 GERMAN GRAND PRIX || [x]
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stupidnicknamehere · 6 days ago
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stupidnicknamehere · 6 days ago
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sometimes i have a thought and go “this would do numbers on tumblr dot com” and oh boy the numbers! 0. absolutely fucking nothing. maybe 1 if i’m lucky.
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stupidnicknamehere · 6 days ago
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I believe I saw Zoro in Huntrix
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Today Zoro is: slaying demons with Huntrix!
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stupidnicknamehere · 7 days ago
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picking up my favorite characters like this and carrying them around with me
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stupidnicknamehere · 7 days ago
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Time cast a spell on you (But you won't forget me) - Chapter 1 - FarYaM - Formula 1 RPF [Archive of Our Own]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/69031721/chapters/178870186
The public has spoken!
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stupidnicknamehere · 8 days ago
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Charles Bukowski, "beds, toilets, you, and me—," from Love Is a Dog from Hell: poems, 1974-1977
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stupidnicknamehere · 8 days ago
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omg them again ts is a fucking prison
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