#grid stuff

[monacodarling]

Since almost everybody in the paddock stays in Monaco in the onseason or offseason...

D-do you think when videos of Charles Leclerc can't fucking park or does something

They just dump in a Monaco group chat memes about WTF has Charles been up to that day

(Charles obvs has the GC on mute unless there are good things to say or its another person in the hot seat)

[obsob]

i am a being capable of immeasurable love and whimsy print!!

[tatck]

got that one piece sob

[palewolfcheesecake-blog]

where the drivers would be on the periodic table based on their (current) driver numbers

[salamispots]

for size ref the head is about the size of my hand hahha

[lightgamble]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN | 1.09

You couldn't call me?

[lemongrace]

finally felt brave enough to try and tackle how I imagine my Highborne OCs' home looking like, and this is the result - a quasi-cathedral/fortress that doubles as a fancy, if a little dilapidated estate on a lone island in the middle of the sea

[blamemma]

"He loves G&T's...That's just Max as a competitor, but that's not necessarily him as an individual...off track, he's a pretty normal kid...he does normal thing and loves a G&T every now and then, he's respectful, if my family's here at the track, he'll come and say hi...[Interviewer: Were you like the older brother, bad influence on him?]...Yeah, all the Red Bull stuff we did together, racing caravans or doing stuff like that, we were always just egging each other on and I knew if I baited him into something, he was going to do it."

- Daniel Ricciardo speaks on Max Verstappen's character and their history.

[sydwritess]

The Silence Behind The Camera

George Russell x fem!reader

Summary: You had just got hired for F1 as a photographer. You were excited to say the least, but when it came time to create your work, You found it awkward, and as a struggle. That is until someone certain encourages you.

Second Person POV

You had recently got hired in the F1 workforce for photography. You were surprised you had made it through the interview, being shy was a big factor in your life.

You weren't always great about speaking up for yourself, but you thought that this job would bring out your true colors, making friends, getting to know people. All of it.

Right now, you and a group of photographers were at the Canadian circuit entrance, a herd of cameras around the gateway, also making a sliver of a path for anyone who had to get through.

You were standing off to the side, near the pathway, leaning against the gate.

You were looking at the camera setting when all of a sudden, the group of photographers started cheering and screaming.

You instantly snap your head up to see George Russell walking towards you.

You were going to capture some pictures, but it felt... odd.

You felt weird taking pictures of someone without their permission. You understood that's what your job was about.

But you never realized how awkward it felt. You lowered your camera back down. The strap tugging on the back of your neck.

George was walking through the thin path, waving at all of the camera people.

When he had gotten closer to you, he stopped slightly, looking at you like you belonged in a museum.

He held your gaze, looking at you deeply, opening his mouth like he was going to say something, but his guard tapped him on the shoulder, telling him to keep walking.

By now, all of the photographers had scattered around, going off to find new moments to capture.

You were still standing at the gate, feeling defeated at your job already.

"Hi y/n, glad to see you here already." A voice said behind you. You slowly turn around to see your boss, Toto, standing there.

"Hi." You say quietly.

"How's it been for you so far?" He said. He nodded his head back, signaling that you should walk eith him. So you did.

"It's... alright. I haven't got much, though." You say, walking through the aisle of garages together.

"Well that's alright then. It takes a while to get used to it." He said, patting you on the back lightly.

"Yeah."

"Do you want to relax in here? You can wait until media is gone." He said, turning towards the Mercedes garage.

You both stood slightly outside, Toto was talking to some engineers while you looked through your camera roll again. Seeing everything but Formula 1 content.

"Where's Kimi and George?" Toto asks an engineer. The engineer shrugs and walks away.

"Jesus Christ." Toto mutters.

"There uh... over there." You saying, pointing to the media tent.

"Thank you." He raises his arms. "At least someone knows what's going on." He says, smiling before walking to the tent.

"No, I don't." You mutter under your breath. You look back in the garage, looking through all of the commotion when you see a man walk up to you.

"Hi, I'm Valtteri Bottas, your y/n right?" He asks, stretching out his hand for you to shake.

"Yeah, nice to meet you." You say, shaking his hand.

"Your our new photographer correct?" He asks.

"Yeah, I am."

"How's it going so far? Capture anything good?"

"No. Actually I haven't gotten a chance to. It's kind of... awkward." You say.

"I understand that. Do you like it here so far?" He asks.

"Yeah, it's nice. The people are welcoming."

"Yeah-"

"Valtteri. How are you mate?" A voice behind us asks. We both turn to see George walking up to us.

"Good, you ready for tomorrow? Got the new car prepared." Valtteri said.

"Yeah, looking forward to it."

"George, this is y/n. Y/n this is George." Valtteri says.

"Oh yeah, your our new photographer, yeah?" George said.

"That would be me." You say with a smile. Valtteri silently walked away, leaving the two of you standing there.

"Yeah, I uh.. saw you at the gate's this morning. Quite the crowd there." He said.

"Yeah. I really didn't expect it." You say quietly.

"You know, out of everybody there, you were the only one not taking pictures." He said. You looked hesitantly at him.

"Yeah. I was ready but I guess... it felt to awkward." You say.

"Why's that?"

"I don't know. I've never taken a picture of someone without asking for their permission first." You say, letting out a shaky laugh.

"Well you have my full permission from now on. People do it all the time, it's just about getting in there, taking your shot." He says. You nod.

"Um, Kimi is going to do an interview in a minute. Would you like to get some shots there?" He asked, pointing behind him.

"Yeah... sure, I can." You say quietly.

"Great." He said. He led you through the large crowd of people in the garage, walking back through the main area of the paddock.

"Here, just in here." He said, opening the door to a small room. You walk in slowly after him to see Kimi starting his interview. You and George sat on the floor to the side, watching the interview.

George suddenly leaned over close to you "You should get a picture." He whispered

"No... nobody else is." You say quietly. He suddenly took your camera from off your lap and got three pictures, with surprisingly good quality.

"Here. You should try. Way better then me." He smirked, hanging the camera back to you.

You playfully roll your eyes and smile, taking a couple of pictures, adjusting the lighting and IOS as needed.

"See. There you go. Let's see." He said. You turn the camera to him, shuffling through the pictures of Kimi.

"Those are really good... wow."

"Thanks." You say softly.

"Do you want to shoot more?" He asked.

"Sure." You nod. Both of you stand, quietly exiting the room and going out the the track again, this time leaning on a balcony.

"See that?" George says, pointing to a car on the track.

"Yeah."

"Wait until it starts going 'round, probably take a picture, along there." He said, pointing to a curve to the left.

"You telling me how to do my job now?" You say, smirking up at him.

"No. It's called George's wonderful advice." He says, smiling, putting a hand on his chest.

So after the car out on the track started moving, going at a fast pace. You held up your camera, following the car with your lens. It soon got to the turn George was talking about, so you started snapping picture after picture until it stopped, coming up to the pit lane.

You quickly started going through the pictures, George leaned into your shoulder, looking with you.

"Your really good." He said.

"Thank you." You say. A moment of silence appeared between the two of you Both looking out at the track, fan's cheering on, getting signatures from different drivers, media still going.

"You want to get more pictures?" He asks.

"Of what?" You ask. He stands there silently, looking out at the track.

"Follow me." He smirks. You and him walk away, through the paddock again.

He leads through crowds of people, mostly being fans. When you get near the garages, he leads you up a staircase that connected to a small hallway, eventually bringing you out on to a balcony.

You stand at the rails, watching the sun go down and the people still wandering around.

You slowly bring your camera up, taking pictures of the sun mixed with the people, creating the perfect contrast of colors and different shades.

"What- do you mind if I see that?" George asks.

"Sure." You say.

You hand him the camera and he zooms in very far on a certain driver, not knowing who. George laughs.

"Ahh Jesus Christ, I'm going to blackmail him with this one." he laughs. He turns the camera to me to show Lando making a disgusted face behind his bosses back.

"Oh my God. Who is that?" You laugh.

"That my friend is the one and only Lando Norris. Who, if you capture at the right time, certainly loves these pics." He said.

"Come on." He nodded, you follow him quickly down the stairs and both of you go out to Lando, who is standing, texting someone.

"Mate! Look what I got." George said, shoving the camera in Lando's face.

"Where did you get that!" Lando said, trying to reach for it, but George held it up in the air.

"Doesn't matter. Just watch yourself, these might find it's way to Pinterest, yeah?"

"I- oh hey, who are you?" Lando says, turning to you and smirking.

"Y/n." You say.

"Well, are you new?"

"Yeah?"

"Hm. Cool. You should let me take you out for dinner some time." He says, nonchalantly.

"Uh- I'm good."

"Really?"

"Really. I can... tell who you are."

"What?"

"You look like the type to party a lot. Go out, get wasted, hook up with everyone in the room. I'm okay." You say.

"Uh- what are you telling her?" He says, looking at George.

"Nothing. Maybe you should die down on that rep though. She doesn't even know you and she told you off." George laughed.

"Right, calm down Max." Lando smirked, walking away.

"What the actual hell?" You question.

"You got everything right about him and you've known him for five seconds." George said.

"Guess I'm just good a predicting." You say.

"George!" A voice yells.

"Ugh, turn your backs, maybe we won't here him." George teases, you look back to see Toto calling him.

"George!"

"Georgie!" Toto yells teasingly.

"Georgie?" You question. George rolls his eyes and the two of you walk over to Toto.

"Mate, did you not here me?" He asked George.

"We did."

"You like that nickname?" Toto smirks.

"No, but I prefer the name Georgie. It reminds me of the 'It' movie where I'm getting summoned into hell by a clown." He says, matching Toto's attitude.

You couldn't help but snort out a laugh. Toto looks at you.

"i- I think it's pretty cute. I mean, gotta have some fun at work right?" You ask.

"She get's it." George said, pointing to you. Toto nodded, and went to go get paper's from somewhere in the garage.

You look at the time on your phone and notice it's getting later.

"I have to go, will I see you tomorrow?" You ask.

"Yeah. Hey, do you want me to walk you out?" He asks.

"Sure." You say, he grabs his phone of the desk and turns towards you.

"George-" Toto says.

"I'll be back, we'll discuss strategies later." George says, walking out of the garage with you. You couldn't help but bring yourself to laugh.

"Christ, strategy after strategy, it's like I'm back in math's again." George says sarcastically. You laughed more.

"Is it really that hard?" You ask.

"Oh my, you have no idea." He smiles. You continue walking towards the gate exit when Kimi stopped George.

"Mate, are you good at math's?" kimi asked.

"I'm alright, yeah."

"Perfect, tomorrow, my teacher gave me an exam. I really need your help with it. Like all the number and stuff." He said.

"Sure, I can help." George said, Kimi patted him on the back before going into the paddock.

"Never mind, change my answer. I'm now in math's class." He said.

"Might as well be in school." He mumbled. You laughed again.

You continued walking out into the parking lot, eventually stopping at your car.

"Wait, this is yours?" He asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Wow, this is nice." He said, gently putting his hand on the hood of the car. A BMW

"Yeah, I bought it a few years ago. Brand new 2023 model." You say, putting your camera and purse in the car.

"That's amazing." He says softly. There was a quiet pause between the two of you.

"Uh- thanks for today. i really appreciate the help." You say, opening the drivers side door.

"It's no problem, really." He says, smiling.

"i do have one question though, very... related to work." He says.

"Shoot."

"Do you want to go out? Like not- like to talk about work things, like..." He trailed off.

"Like a date?" You ask.

"No... not a date, just work... maybe a date." He said slyly.

"I'd love to." You say.

"Great." He smiles.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You say.

"See you tomorrow." He says, turning around to walk away, but he stops a couple of steps ahead.

"Wait- why did you turn down Lando and not me?" He asked, walking back to you.

"I've known Lando Norris for years, not face to face but I know what he's like. You... you don't seem like that."

"Oh so your a liar." He smirks. You giggle at him.

"Look, I get going out for a drink once and a while, but... sorry but sometimes he's on a whole different level."

"I get that." He pauses. "Are we still on?"

"Of course. Unless you make me think otherwise."

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow then." He says.

"See you tomorrow." You say.

Hey loves! This has been sitting in my drafts forever! Finally getting it out there. Comment to be added to the tag list for F1, also requests are open!

[losttrailsmaps]

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[ginervacade]

Honeybee and Ladybug

Sebastian Vettel x Reader

Summary: The Grid Kids wonder why Seb and Reader decorate with Bees and Ladybugs. The answer? Jenson Button and Y/N is a sap. Seb just loves his wife.

Warnings: none that I can think of? There’s a tiny, skippable period joke ( as is customary to this blog)

Author’s Note: My first attempt at RPF! ( it took forever because I was being a chicken about it lol.) I was wanting to use “little ladybug” as a pet name in some sort of writing and the Jenson Button girlie in me said “ I have an idea!”

SECOND, MORE IMPORTANT AUTHOR’S NOTE: This fic is heavily inspired by the lovely @pucksandpower and her ADORABLE Grid Kids series. ( particularly Gentlemen: A Short View Back To The Past) I did change the reader’s past occupation Go read her series, it is the cutest thing ever and you will giggle the whole way through!

Onward to the fic!

*****

“ Mom?” Lance said as Y/N sat back down on the couch, watching as she pulled the little pillow into her lap and held it close.

“ What’s up babydoll?” She replied, smiling as he leaned in toward her from his spot in the floor. There were plenty of chairs, she noticed again as she ran her fingers through his hair, yet he always seemed to prefer the floor. She suspected it had to do with being able to stretch out and move around, as Georgie and Lando sometimes did the same.

“ This is not me saying I don’t like it, it’s very cute,” Lance began and Max chuckled, mumbling something along the lines of “This should be interesting.”

“ What’s with the insects theme in your decorating?” As if to prove his point he gestured to the little pillow she held, which was embroidered with a little bumble bee and a lady bug.

Now that the rest of the boys thought about it, they were sort of everywhere. Canisters in the kitchen for Seb’s coffee and Y/Ns tea were a honey bee and ladybug respectively. There were nature photographs of the two on the bathroom walls. Charles remembered the guest room being all done up in bees and ladybugs too. Y/N had a vent clip in her car that was a sparkly ladybug. The key hanger by the door was a pair of flowers and she and Seb had matching key chains of the two insects that slotted into place to light on the flowers. Her favorite blanket, old and worn out by now, the one she wrapped around them all whenever they were feeling overwhelmed, had ladybugs on it too.

“It’s not just insects though Lance,” Mick pointed out.

“ It’s always bees and ladybugs,” said Lando, then the realization seemed to dawn in his eyes, “ Wait, do they represent you and Seb?”

“ Yep,” she replied, smiling fondly at her husband.

“ Aaaw, that’s cute!” George cooed.

“ I get the bees for Seb, everyone does that, but why are you a ladybug?” Charles piped up.

“ Haven’t you guys ever heard Jenson call her “ his little ladybug”?” Max asked, making air quotes around the phrase and mimicking the retiree’s voice.

There was a chorus of laughter at that.

“ You boys up for a story?”

****

“ Why do you always wear dresses to media days?” Jenson asked, looking her up and down in confusion. She was in a short dress, tight at the top and flowy at the skirt, and a simple pair of black heels. Her hair was back, the ends curled and adorned with a large blue bow that matched the dress. She had on pink lipstick. Every media day she showed up looking like this put together little lady, it kind of drove him insane.

“ I just like them. I like feeling pretty.” She replied simply, shrugging her shoulders.

“ You like making me look bad is what it is,” Jenson laughed, gesturing to his jeans and team kit.

The next morning when she walked in for quali day in a red dress with black polka dots Jenson rolled his eyes. Tossing an arm over her shoulder he cheerily announced, “ Good morning my little ladybug. Let’s get a 1-2 today, yeah?”

Y/N giggled a little too much for Sebastian’s liking, leaning into the touch, the bridge of her nose turning pink as she mumbled something like “ That’s always the goal, isn’t it?”

Sebastian hated the little schoolgirl, hero worship crush Y/N didn’t seem to realize she was harboring for her teammate and mentor.

Looking up to him he’d understand. He’s older and more experienced, he looks up to him too. But Jenson is also Jenson Button. Tall, charming, conventionally attractive, but a known playboy and flirt. Sebastian thinks Y/N deserves better than to fall for all that.

***

“ Oh shut up, I did not,” Y/N says, blushing.

“ You definitely did, love.” Seb’s grin has the boys giggly too, “ Does it help knowing I was very jealous?”

“ A little bit,” she concedes, still blushing, leaning into Seb’s side earning Aws and coos from several of the boys.

“ The crush only lasted about half a season, but the name stuck.”

“ And spread like wildfire through the paddock,” Y/N agreed.

****

In Brazil when they did Secret Santa she smiled as she read the little note.

To our little ladybug, since you’re always cold.

“ Oh I love it!” She said, running her fingers over the ladybug adorned blanket. “Seb look, it’s so cute and so fuzzy!”

“ It is.” He said.

She giggled again, then on impulse “ like your hair,” she said, messing it up to make him turn that adorable shade of pink.

They missed the fond smiles they were getting from Micheal and Mark.

****

“ Then half the grid picked it up.”

“ You boys have probably heard more than Jenson use it, just without the possessive marker so you didn’t notice. It used to irk me that he said my with it.” The word sounds icy in Seb’s mouth even now.

“ It was just his name for me originally. Was someone a little possessive, hm?” Y/N teased.

“ Absolutely,” Seb replied, with no shame, “ I did not like anyone else trying to claim my girl.” This gets more giggles and a wolf whistle out of the boys.

“ We weren’t together yet honey,” Y/N said, confused smile on her face.

“ Liebe, I was pining long before you knew.”

Mick, George, Charles, and Lando all awed some more.

“ Like a bee for pollen?” Max joked to a chorus of groans.

“ Actually I do think I’ve heard Nando say it,” Lance said, remembering how Alonso had pecked her on the cheek last time she’d been in the paddock with a “hola mariquita.”

“ Rosberg too,” agreed Charles.

“ And Webber,” Lando added.

“ Lewis too,” George and Mick said at the same time, recalling multiple “ hey there Ladybug! Missed you”s whenever she entered the Mercedes garage.

“ It was cute till Jense devolved it,” Y/N said with a fond eye-roll.

“ Devolved?” Mick asked, peering up at them like a confused puppy.

Seb just laughed.

“ Oh please, you still adored it. He just wanted to have his own special nickname for you.”

“ But I swear it was like he forgot my actual name for a whole season!”

“ That’s true, everything was Bug.” Seb conceded.

“ Easy on the breaks in turn 4, Bug.” She said in a dramatic but better than Max’s impression of the former world champion. “ Where are you going, Bug? Stop staring, Bug. Focus, Bug. Bit understeery today, Bug.”

“ Oi! You’re bleeding, Bug.” Seb added with a chuckle.

“ Oh I about killed him for that! Could you yell it a bit louder Jense? I don’t think the Ferrari garage in Albert Park heard you!”

“ Oo,” George winced, he and Max the only two who seemed to understand. Y/N just laughed.

“ Really though, every sentence. Why’s your hair down, Bug? Ask him out already, Bug! We’re gonna get a 1-2 today, Bug!”

“ Then I made one comment about Bees dying off.”

“ And I called you Honey, exactly one time, and Micheal ran with it.”

“ Honey Bee and Ladybug.” Seb squeezed her shoulders, “ and the rest is history.”

[gelarshiesprofruitboarder]

more home movies box set scans ,,,, plus some discs and the cd and the box itself bc why not @myxomato515

[vppacer]

Hatsune Miku in Tron! :D

Things are Still a bit down for me but had abit motivation so why not join in on the Miku trends before it died down ^^° but anyway I made this for funsies :3

Skirtless ver:

[formulanni]

Lance Stroll as the Nine of Cups:

An environment of luxury and emotional stability, where all available comforts await you. Indulging in all the joys that life has to offer you is signaled by this card, though at times there is a sense of smugness that comes from taking your situation for granted.

This card also symbolizes having your wish fulfilled. Achieving what you desire. Obtaining your goal. Getting what you think you want.

The nine of cups is directly related to the Hermit, card 9 of the Major Arcana. It therefore has an element of solitude about it. It's a card of emotional happiness and fulfilment which is enjoyed alone.

Tag list: @st-leclerc @rubywingsracing @saviour-of-lord @three-days-time @the-wall-is-my-goal @albonoooo @ch3rubd0lls

[inchidentally]

oohhhh my... when you recall how much physical affection Andrea made sure to show Oscar from the very earliest days (especially the one special hug in Australia 2023) when Oscar was clearly still feeling so new and dealing with the fact that he'd never be able to do what Daniel did and just slip into the void created by his predecessor - that he both wanted and needed to create a space for himself in the team bc he'd never be gregarious guy or have that easy physical and verbal affection with Lando (and not bc he can't when we saw in Prema he can! but kinda awkward when he's been this much of a fan of Lando's since they were both kids) but he also had an extra uphill battle in his predecessor being arguably one of the most popular and beloved drivers in modern F1 history… and that the many times Lando has soared while Oscar has quietly swallowed down his own disappointment (the added twist of both drivers being almost identical in age but with a huge gap of experience between them !) Andrea has taken special care to go to the boy and make sure he isn't alone and knows he's appreciated… (and that he makes sure to do on the occasions Lando is in that position as well !! bc no matter what certain fans and the media try to say, those are HIS sweet boys who he's raising and who adore him !!)

and then ^this photo^ from Melbourne where Oscar has clearly already taken moment to feel the disappointment and/or cry but then done his customary shower and a change into the team kit - not even the driver hat, he's wearing the all black that the rest of the team is - because if he hasn't gotten a podium, his favorite place is to blend in with everyone else on the team and Be There For Lando… and Andrea notices. he could be riding high with the rest of the team on what that race has proven for McLaren for the upcoming season and Lando sitting atop the WDC. it would be very easy to know that Oscar has his whole support system there and he'll be okay. but Andrea's eyes drop to Oscar, who's extended his contract at the first opportunity every time and who shows up for the team no matter what, and his big celebratory smile softens bc his big Italian heart is so proud of both his boys at that moment in two different ways, and for Oscar it's a quiet deep pride because where Lando sparkles, Oscar glows and jfc I'm a fucking mess sorry !!!

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.