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On the talk of Toto, drivers who lost their seat and his William golden boys.

Because out of the five Mercedes driver, 3 of them were originally Williams boys; Nico, Valtteri and George. As soon as Valtteri gets promoted to full time driver, Toto moves up to Mercedes.

Nico retires, Toto: I MUST have Valtteri, give Williams a discount on the engine.

What I find hilarious is how many times he’s crossed path with Nico Hulkenberg. Nico lost his Williams reserve driver role to Valtteri, while Toto was on the board.

Then Nico looses his seat at Renault, because Toto hustled Esteban there.

Honorary mention that “everyone” said Esteban would get Valtteri’s seat in 2019, but didn’t

Hulkenberg is a skilled driver, so much experience, used to drive for Williams, has been a reserve driver, lost his seat, been the Covid super sub. Technically he ticks all the boxes for Toto. But every time Toto goes Naaah, no thank you. He has a type, and it is NOT Nico Hulkenberg.

I will admit that his lack of podiums might factor in, but shhhh. It’s funny so facts don’t matter

Honestly, kinda hilarious consequences aside, Nico Hulkenberg has suffered more than most from bad luck, bad timing and being on the wrong end of seat politics. And whilst he might not have had it in a single big style incident like Kevin Magnussen, it’s just the constant stream of it that’s fucked him over.

Further to that, Valtteri has mentioned in the interview where he talked about his eating/exercise disorder that Hulk specifically lost out on a seat at Williams (probably to replace Valtteri) because he was too big. David Coulthard, also notably tall, has talked about his experience of bulimia too. The driver weight regulations of the were no joke and are probably still a factor even now, though less so and downplayed.

Hulk is a big guy - and though I believe that Esteban and possibly Alex are taller than him now, Esteban certainly carries weight very differently to him. Most of the tall drivers since the 1990s have been very skinny to compensate for their height. If we look at the standard build of the grid, the “ideal” body shape for an F1 driver seems to be a kind of muscular jockey build. That’s short, lithe, especially in the hips and waist, with narrower shoulders than most men, and most of all lightweight. They fucking weigh the drivers after the race, and whilst I understand that it’s to calculate fuel allowance, that’s got to be demoralising, potentially nerve-wracking for drivers worried about their weight, and contributes to normalising unacceptable attitudes towards drivers’ bodies by teams.

The drivers that deviate from this build are routinely criticised and made a mockery of for their shapes. Like I know we like to make jokes about “slutty little waists” but think about what we do when we isolate body parts on particular drivers to turn into memes. I’m talking about Daniel’s “child bearing hips” (for which he was berated at McLaren), Valtteri being thick in the waist, Red Bull leaving so little room for Mark Webber’s shoulders that he often needed help getting out of the car. Like if you take twenty of the most talented racers in the world and create vehicles with such little allowance for their bodies that they have to run themselves in starvation mode to succeed, how can we criticise them for driving sub-optimally? And part of that is that they treat drivers who haven’t won a world championship like replaceable parts. If they don’t deliver? No problem, they can change them out?

It would be interesting to see what would happen in a world where there were (barring exceptional circumstances) mandatory driver retention periods. Many drivers never have the benefit of the car being tailored to them and are expected to alter themselves in order to make it drivable, which is really putting the cart before the horse.

#nico hulkenberg #valtteri bottas #david coulthard #mark webber #cw: eating disorders #cw: body image #f1

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yaygababa · 4 years

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REQUEST: Can I get a FatGum (Fluff!) x reader?

Pairing: FatGum x F!reader

A/n! So this was requested by a friend of mine on Discord... I’m like that “Yes honey” meme to my friend’s every will... WAS STILL FUN TO WRITE THOUGH!

Summery: Reader breaks her ankle during a workout, Fatgum takes them to the doctor to find out...

Word count: 3,704

Warnings: Mentions of blood, hospitals, fluff, anorexia and bulimia.

I lifted my leg in the air, piqué twice and dipping my leg down. I bent my body over, slowly coming back up and arabesque. I repeated this action a few times, a small voice in my head telling me it wasn't good enough. I bent over again, coming back up and arabesque. I had been participating all day. A good three hours of nonstop ballet. I was sweating like a pig... What I imagined myself as actually…

I took in a breath, attempting another but this time my ankle slipped and I fell on the ground... Again. I took in sharp, crisp air through my gritted teeth. I moved my leg out from underneath me, looking down at it as I rolled it softly. It was slightly swollen, making my eyes widen and reach down to touch it. The second my finger connected with my ankle, a sting went through my body. I closed my eyes, knowing I’ve been injuring myself all day…

I was just trying to burn as many calories as I could today. I had eaten a hefty amount of junk food, regretting it the moment I finished. I could have sworn I had told myself that I was going to behave and not eat that kinda crap for the next month... But here I was now, working off these stupid ass calories that I ate all by myself. No one was forcing me to do this to myself. No one forced that food into my mouth and down my throat...

I had been caught purging by someone at my work... And over the stupidest of food too! A simple sandwich? Well... Now that I think about it... The calories from the bread... The cheese... Yeah, I understand now.

I could hear the voice in my head screaming at me again. It was a males voice... Something I knew for a fact that I had heard before, though I couldn't put my finger on who it was. I blinked my eyes open, looked down at my ankle as I flipped it over to the other side. The instant I did that, the look of blood seeping out of the pointe shoes. I took in another breath. Rolling my eyes and getting up from the floor.

“A little bit of blood isn't going to make me stop...” I hissed to myself. I didn't sound like myself when I said that. I sounded like a man screaming at his wife, a man demanding so much more of his wife that she knows she can't give. I stumbled to my feet, feeling a shocking pain shoot into my legs and going to my back. I went into first position. I wasn't done with my work out. I had only burned off 600 calories. Now... Someone might think that's a bit much... But that wasn't nearly enough for the amount that I ate.

I held my air in my lungs, puffing up my chest and assemblé once again. I fell to the ground again, this time hearing a loud CRACK! I shot a hand to my mouth, rolling on my back and hovering my wounded foot above the floor. Tears formed in the corner of my eyes, perking up into my vision and blurring my eyes. I blinked the water away, lifting my head to look at my foot that was shaking. I pushed myself onto my bottom, gently taking my calf into my hand and pulling it to my lap.

I tried to touch my ankle, my face scrunching in pain and tears pop up in my eyes again. My hand started shaking, slowly unwrapping my foot and pulling off my shoe. I looked down at it, the toes a dark purple and a trail of red leading all down my ankle. I let out my breath, now defeated and admitting that I probably should have stopped earlier.

Looking around from my sitting spot, I thought about how I was gonna be able to get up... I was gonna have to make it to a wall to help me stand... It's just... Getting to the wall is the problem. Maybe I could just crawl... OR SCOOT! I felt silly just from the thought of it. I could very well just wait for my lover to get home... He was strong enough to pick me, I knew that for sure.

Lifting my torso up, I pushed myself on my hands and knees, doing a quick crawl over to the kitchen. I knew there was a first-aid kit somewhere around here... Ah! I opened the bottom cabinet next to the sink, normally where you would keep pots and pans but we put our dish-soap and cleaner down there. A little bit of an odd place to keep a first-aid kit, I must admit, but I wasn't really worried about it.

I opened the kit, looking around on it for something to help me figure out what to do with this new wound. I knew I had to clean the bleeding parts, but I wasn't sure what to do about the gigantic bruising... Maybe just wrap it up to make sure nothing bothers it? Yeah... Just do that.

I took out the gauze, the alcohol and band-aids. I started with my busted toes, then cleaned them and wrapped them. Then moved to my ankle... Now that I got a better look of it, I probably needed something more than just something to wrap it up with... I could see it pulsing through my skin, making me cringe in disgust... Yeah, how about I just call someone? Oh great... That means I have to get up and get the phone! Well this will be an adventure...

I got back on my hands and knees, crawling to the other side of the kitchen and looking up. I knew the house phone was next to the dishwasher... Hmm... But that's on the back of the counter... Hmm...

Pushing myself up and onto my knees, I reached my torso up and looked over the counter, my chin just barely propping on it as I did so. Humming, I narrowed my eyes at the phone, peeping my glare at it and staring.

“I'll get you my pretty...” I joked, hissing at the phone.

“And your little numbers too...” I mumbled. I pushed myself on my good foot, using my upper body strength mostly as I pulled myself up and onto the counter. I grunted loudly as I pushed myself onto it, flopping my front on the stove then rolling over on my back. I felt like I didn't have any legs in general! If Taishiro seen me like this right now, he'd laugh and laugh... Telling me I should have just stayed put or hell, went out to dinner with him!

Now, one of the only reasons he went out to eat was because I said I wasn't going to make dinner tonight... I would always make a huge feast for the man, him eating the entire thing in less than 30 minutes! He was goofy in that way... And he had the best excuse for eating so much. His quirk was always strange to me, but nothing would change my view on him. He was my lover and nothing was about to change that... But like how the old saying goes... Opposites attract.

Me and him were polar opposites. I myself... As much as I hated to admit it... I had anorexia with bulimic tendencies. But lately? It's been feeling more Mia than Ana... Ah yes, my two voices. Ana was my normal voice in my mind... He took a soft voice. Someone you would think of an English teacher, like he was always helpful, always telling me, “The secret is to just stay empty.” Like I was trying to figure out a game in my mind. He was my sweetspo.

While Mia... He took a darker form than Ana. He had a younger male's voice, always screaming and cussing at me to go exercise and purge. I felt like I was constricted by his words. I could never think straight when he came around. Ana was always there, always listening and telling me I'm alright... While Mia hated me. He told me that I was always wrong, that I deserved to eat and the moment I touch food, he'll scream at me and tell me how stupid, idiotic and worthless for thinking he was telling the truth.

Anyway... Let's get back on track. Me and Taishiro were, of course, polar opposites, but we were closer than close, drawn to each other like someone would think they would be. We were inseparable. But considering our differences... If people knew us as a person, and not just what we show to the world... They might question our sanity... Though the both of us knew better than that. We loved each other, always at each other's sides and never fighting.

Though... I knew I had secrets. I knew I kept certain things away from my lover just to make sure I prevented an argument. I didn't want him to see this side of me... Forcing myself to work out till I bleed, harming myself like this would make him upset. It'd make anyone upset! Hell, it makes me upset. But this is something I've lived with for so long... I'm still not sure how Taishiro hasn't noticed my bad habits... Or has he? Has he been fooling me this whole time, making me believe that he wasn't aware or that he just didn't want to notice? Who the hell knew.

But I did know that I had to keep this ruse going. I didn't want him to know why I felt the need to starve, purge and exercise like a maniac. But then again, I did want him to know. I just wanted him to see every part of me, I didn't want to lie to him. It felt wrong! But then again... It felt so right. These lies, this ruse, this mask I put on day and night... It gets so tiring. I just wish I could scream, scream at myself in the mirror...

Scream, “GET BETTER!”

“GET THE HELP YOU NEED!”

“TELL HIM!”

“YOU DESERVE SO MUCH MORE!”

“HE DESERVES SO MUCH MORE!”

I laughed at myself, swaying my legs over the counter as I blinked over to the phone next to me. I picked it up, holding it in both my hands cautiously as I examined it. I read over the numbers over and over, contemplating on if I really needed to call him. Was it really that serious or was I just overreacting?

I ran my fingers over the numbers again, this time dialing the number to talk to my lover. I put it up to my ear, swallowing once and tapping my finger on my thigh. I heard it ring a couple of times, three or four before the male answered.

“GUMMYBEAR!” The man shouted over the phone, making me giggle and flinch slightly.

“Hello to you too, Taishi.” I chirped back. He was quick to reply.

“I'm right outside the house! Gimme two seconds!” I flicked my eyes over to the front door, it being next to the kitchen and in front of the living room. I heard a few loud footsteps then the door opened. I pulled the phone away from my ear, watching as the tall male came into view. I wiggled my toes and sat the mobile device down, opening my arms and beckoning him to me. He had a whole load of groceries in hand, what I guessed was all of them as he sat them at the front of the kitchen. Coming toward me, he picked me up from my underarms, pulling me to him and into an almost child-like hug. He put one hand on my bottom and the other around my back.

I reached my head up and nuzzled his nose, him doing the same and placing a small kiss on my lips. I got into a fit of giggles, wrapping my hands around his shoulders and closing my eyes as I smiled like an idiot. He chuckled and pulled my body further up his body, holding my bottom with one hand and turning me slightly so he could see what he was doing. I lined my legs with his body, hugging his broad shoulders and resting my chin on his crease of his neck. I rubbed the side of his cheek with my nose the entire time he was doing his thing.

He was currently putting away the groceries... Which was normally odd. Simple chores like that would normally include both of us. Perhaps he saw my bandaged foot and decided to help me out a bit. He opened the fridge and started putting away the cold-goods, an almost rush to his footing as he did so, what I assumed was his idea of the items melting. I looked at all the food he put away... Vegetables... Ice cream... Fruits... Meats... More ice cream... Popsicles... And something that caught my eye. A slim Jim with cheese... Oh, I could feel my mouth water at the sight of it. I reached over, snatching it before he could put the box away. I took out one, looked over at him then took out two.

Undoing the wrapper, I put it on the counter, gave him the meat and bit into the cheese. I shook my fists back and forth, closing my eyes and moaning slightly in delight. People normally didn't like that type of cheese, but it was like heroine to me.

Putting away the now opened box, he sat me down on the counter and looked down at me.

“How'd you manage to do it this time?” He asked, blinking down at my foot. I lifted it, allowing him to take hold of my leg and examine my ankle.

“Ballet.” I simply said. He flicked his eyes up to me, narrowing them slightly.

“Thought I told you to stay away from that!” He looked back down at my wound, seeing it bandaged up like a child had done it.

“How else am I supposed to perform for my die-hard fans?” I put a hand to my heart, adding to the dramatic effect.

“Your die-hard fans being me?” He laughed. I nodded and closed my eyes, relaxing as I put a hand behind me and leaned into it.

“You need to go to the hospital, this isn't something I can treat without proper tools.” He said, making me roll my head back and groan loudly.

“BUT I DON'T WANNNNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” I grunted as loudly as possible. He stuck up a finger, waving it back and forth.

“Should have listened to me then!” He tisked. I groaned again.

“BUT-BUT-BUT!” I shouted, “My die-hard fans...!” I said in a sudden hush, sticking out my bottom lip and giving him puppy-dog eyes.

“Your die-hard fans can wait.” He suddenly swooped my up into his arms, walking with me to the door and out the house. I flopped my head back, putting a hand to my forehead as if faint.

“I'm dead! They're gonna have to amputate it!” I said in the most dramatic voice possible. He raised a brow at me.

“Maybe then you'll stop doing those damn work outs.” He fired back. I shot my eyes open, rushing my head up and glaring daggers at the male.

“You're one to talk!” I joked, poking his stomach and earning a laugh in return, “I'll stop once I perfected it...” I closed my eyes again, shaking my head in a tone that screamed, 'I know best'. We weren't that far from a medical center, but without an appointment I sure we'd be sitting there for a few.

With a few jokes about having me carry him, one or two of how I needed the exercise and a dozen of how we'd be there already if he could just fit into a car... We arrived at the hospital. With me in his arms, he walked us into the waiting room, placing me on a chair closest to the nurses office. He talked to the nurse for a minute, signing the usual stuff and answering the normal questions and BOOM! I had to hurry up and wait for the next half hour.

I leaned over to him in the waiting room... He was taking up a good three seats, towering multiple feet above me as I elbowed him.

“Bet ya' I could race her.” I whispered, hinting to a older woman in a wheelchair. He snickered for a hot minute, trying not to let anyone hear but failing desperately. Then he was the one to elbow me, “Arm wrestle that guy?” He hushed, nudging his head toward a awfully skinny man. I put a hand on my mouth, the both of us cracking up over the stupidest of things. I shushed him once the man we were speaking about looked over at us.

“Mr. Toyomitsu?” A nurse, brown hair and glasses said as she opened the door. She came out with a wheelchair once we waved her down, me getting into it as she took us to the back room. We got in rather quickly... She walked us to the room, telling me to get onto the medical table as she did my vitals. The normal routine... Temp, heart and bp. Blah blah blah.

Surprisingly enough, I didn't get any weird looks or small comments on my weight when I gave it to her. I'd normally get an ear full! You learn something new every day.

I swayed my feet on the end of the table, the small piece of paper under me wasn't helping much when it came to the coldness of the table. I was still in my ballet costume, tights and one shoe missing... My hair was a mess, and what I guessed I smelled like sweat.

“I already know he's gonna say something about my work out, 'BLAH BLAH BLAH DON'T DO THAT BLAH BLAH BLAH'!” I mocked, making Taishiro pat my knee softly.

“It'll be alright.” He soothed, making me take in a breath.

After a good ten minutes of waiting, the doctor came in. He examined me thoroughly, like any doctor should. He checked my throat, my ears and eyes... Then he got to my foot. He cleaned it properly, put gauze on it and prescribed me some pain killers. At the end of the session... He asked to speak to Taishiro alone, which confused me. They went right outside the room, I could hear their muffled voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

The doctor brought my lover back in, his face turned suddenly frowning and worried. I looked up at him and asked what was wrong, but he just shook his head and told me we'll talk later. I felt a shock go through my body at his words... But I couldn't figure out why I felt like this. I felt... Scared? But why?

The nurse helped bring me out the hospital, Taishiro taking over from there. We started to go back to the house, but it seemed off. He wasn't speaking. He wasn't making any funny jokes or commenting about food... I felt even more scared.

We ended up at the house, him sitting me on the couch and walking to the kitchen. I looked over and saw him pour a glass of water. He came back to my side, handing me the cup as I took it and sipped on it.

“Gummy bear...” He started, picking me up and putting me on his side again like always. He walked us to the kitchen, him reaching into the fridge and grabbing a thing of vegetables and meats. He sat me on the counter next to the stove, him starting to make his third dinner.

“So when were you gonna tell me?” He asked calmly, keeping his eyes on the stove. I took another sip of my water, narrowing my eyes and asking him, “About what?”

“This whole...” He looked to me, waving his hands around as if trying to find the right word, “Anorexia, bulimia... Thing...” I felt my heart sink. My skin going pale and warmth draining from my body. I laughed.

“How- heh- How do you know about that?” I asked, my voice shaking and nervous. He raised a brow.

“So it's true.” He more so stated. I felt myself sink more.

“Taishi- I've tried to tell you so many times!” I said, defeated. But he just looked awestruck.

“What and- and- and I didn't listen?” He asked, what I guessed was him blaming himself. I sat my water down and shook my hands.

“Love bug, that's not what I meant!” I tried, “I always thought that it was kinda obvious and that you already knew!”

“It was obvious?” He said, completely taken aback by this.

“Maybe- Maybe it wasn't. But-” I stuck my finger at him, “You know now! So- So- So-” I looked to the ground, trying to find the right wording.

“God dammit- Pick me up.” I demanded, not being able to keep my eyes on his. He looked at me like I just told him I killed his puppy. I flicked my eyes at him, “WELL?” I opened my arms, beckoning him over to me. He rushed to pick me up, holding my bottom and placing a hand on my back. I put my hands on either side of his face, staring into his eyes to keep him focused.

“I have dealt with this for years, love bug. There's nothing you could have done to prevent it. I've had this for more days than I can count. It doesn't mean I don't love you, or see you different because of how I see myself. I could see myself as Cthulhu and you'd still be number one in my eyes. I do this to myself, but that doesn't mean I love you any less.” I rubbed the side of his face, his frown slowly turning into a smile the more I talked.

“Now shut up and give me a kiss.”

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