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agendabymooner · 8 months

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colour me your colour || toto w. x ofc (8)

Summary: Tilly Marie nearly loses faith in her passion as she refuses to listen to everyone who told her to quit. Everyone but one. And it’s the man she met years ago at a racing event she didn’t want to attend. Who would have thought that her father’s partial ownership of three brands could take her to the zone of Mercedes and meet the love of her life?

Chapter summary: How do you celebrate your best friend’s P1 and your driver’s P3 without fawning over your best friend’s boss? Hint: you can’t. OR Tilly needs to let loose and having to celebrate Daniel and Lewis’ win showed that.

Content warning: Use of explicit language, Danny Ric and Lewis Hamilton being resident pieces of shit, alcohol consumption (podium wins), Danny’s shoey

Note: WE CAN STILL FORZA THIS FERRARI BABYYYYY!!! My prayers had been answered this weekend. Enjoy xx

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viii. frisky tilly

Mercedes got the P1. As I wished quietly.

Even at the very beginning of the season, I’ve always been confident that this was going to be Lewis’ year. He didn’t exactly hide the fact that he’s worked for it.

It wasn’t just that; he also won his home race. So while Christian and the Red Bull crew are upset that Mercedes took the lead, I certainly am jumping up and down in joy. In secret. I will always be a Lewis supporter first and a girl in a Red Bull jacket second.

I made sure to tell him that I’d be there as soon as my job was done for the day. By that, I meant that I need to make sure Christian and the other Red Bull personnel are recognizing Daniel’s P3 finish in public, not bitch about Mercedes getting another P1 and P2 — with Williams’ Valtteri Bottas finishing. They’ve landed on the podium.

I’m sticking with Daniel the entire time, my eyes are keeping an eye out for Christian and Vettel in case they need me.

Waiting patiently inside the cool down room, my hand sticks out a towel in Daniel’s direction. He looks at me with a questioning smile. “Wipe off your sweat. You’ll catch a cold,” I explain.

“Mother Tilly, you’re so sweet,” he coos, but his teasing smile eventually goes away as he thanks me. “You coming out to celebrate later?”

“Celebrate what?” I ask him, wondering if there’s a party hosted after the race. If there was, I wasn’t told. Or I’m not invited. “I don’t recall Horner telling me about a celebration.”

“Oh no,” he shakes his head before leaning in to whisper in my ear, “we don’t party with the bosses all the time. I’m talking about just anyone that isn't the boss.”

I frown, “You called me Lady Boss more than twice.”

He wraps his arm around me, pulling me close as he looks at me with a lazy smirk, “We do like to party with powerful women. We all know what’s behind all of that dominance.”

I recoil, pushing him away with a dirty look as he bursts out of laughter. His amusement affects my own as I smile, snatching the towel he dried himself off with and smacking him with it.

“Such a perverted thing to say, Ricciardo,” I smack him again, this time my hand lands on his chest lightly.

“Between you and Toto someone’s got to give up some control— OW JESUS, TILLY!” Daniel wheezes as I slap him again. If he couldn’t stop speaking, I suppose smacking the air out of his lungs would do it.

The bad thing about our banter is that Lewis caught onto it. He takes my vulnerable situation as an opportunity to sling his arm around me. “Daniel, what were you trying to tell her again? Look at her, she’s so flushed!”

“Just because you’re the winner it doesn’t mean you get to make fun of me, Lewis Hamilton,” I try to push him off but he’s giggling and has his arm around me still. Daniel does the same, putting me in between the two of them as they continue to joke around with me.

It doesn’t take long until they’re called up to the podium to be presented with Lewis’ trophy. The crowd roars in excitement and cameras click and flash. I’m standing at the side, the sight of the top three has me squirming in happiness. Each of them has a bottle of champagne in hand and it doesn’t take Daniel, Valtteri and Lewis long to pop the cork.

My brain begins to melt at the overwhelming excitement that takes over my body. I’m not sure if this is just a temporary thing, but I know for a fact that it feels so… euphoric. The moment I’m in the haze, my rational thoughts and actions are long forgotten.

Lewis turns to look at the side, gesturing at something that isn’t me. At first I wanted to ask if he’s speaking to me, but a pair of heavy hands settled on my hips as I heard a, “‘Scuse me, Schatz.”

My head snaps at Toto’s direction as he walks up to celebrate with Bottas and Lewis. The Mercedes Team Principal, as if he’s anticipating it, lifted his chin up as Lewis showered him with the champagne. The alcohol wastes no time to soak his face down to his shirt, him grinning mischievously as Valteri continues to soak him too.

My brain short circuited for a second, and my eyes involuntarily watched as Toto’s right hand ran through his now-damp hair. I haven’t even paid attention to anyone but him. Daniel had taken this as a chance to drag me to where he was once and showered me with champagne.

“Daniel! What the fu—“ but all I hear is hollering. From the crowd. From the drivers on the podium. From my family, who are standing by the front. I can see Sylvie and Stevie with their phones out, probably taking the most embarrassing photos that will last a lifetime.

My baby blue button-up is soaking wet, I’m thankful that I never wore full makeup besides from the tube of red lipstick that I bring with me.

Daniel continues to encourage me to drink, and just to fuck around, my mouth opens up with my chin lifted as Daniel hollers and pours champagne into my mouth. The liquid splatters and the euphoria washes over me. My eyes are trained at Toto for a moment, watching him as he continues to look at his driver proudly before he turns to look at me with a smug smile.

I can’t even say anything to him, my brain has left. And even if I do say something, Daniel has already beaten me to it by nudging me.

I grin as I witness him drink champagne on his shoe— they call it a shoey. It’s an Australian thing, I believe. At this moment I wonder what kind of tradition did Britain have. But my brain disappears once more when he offers me his shoe.

My mind said no for a moment, but what did I have to lose?

My hand snatches the alcohol-filled wear, cringing at the burning sensation that fills my throat as I wipe my mouth. A grin remains in my lips as everyone begins to clap for the winners.

I can’t help but look at Toto, who returns my look as he winks and smirks. Like he’s got tricks up his sleeve to show. I roll my eyes with exaggeration, chuckling as I mouth, “Congratulations.”

If this won’t make it to the sports headlines, then I don’t know what will.

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fandoms-are-the-answer · 6 months

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As a Ferrari fan, I should be used to some level of disappointment by now, but unfortunately I'm naive and delulu so yes, I was still hoping for a win today :))

I'm a bit disappointed that it's another Max win. I mean he's doing amazing and I'm very impressed, but it does get quite boring watching him get P1 by turn 1 and then just staying there.

And yes, I'm a delulu Charles fan that really thought he would have been on the top step again :(( He had a really good race overall and I'm very proud of everything Ferrari has achieved in this race. A bit disappointed in the fans for booing him because there was nothing he could have done to prevent Checo hitting him, but I understand the disappointment. It was amazing to see him back on the podium, where he (and Sainz) deserve to be, so I'm very happy for that!

For Checo then, I'm so sad because he really deserved a good result at his home race. Especially after all the rumors. It sucks that he had to be a bit greedy and try and overtake so soon, because if he had waited, he would have easily overtaken Charles. His car is better, if only he had judged his attack better and not sandwiched Leclerc.

Lastly I'm so proud of Lando, what a drive was that! Wow! I've always been a Lando fan (ever since I started watching races with my ex) and this just shows again that he is champion material. It wasn't the best qualifying, but damn, did he make up for it, incredibly impressive!

So yeah, an exciting race, I've annoyed my sister immensely by talking about it afterwards. She's very disappointed in me that I've become a sports fan and 'watching Mario Kart live' as she called it, but my heart was racing the whole time. Mainly because I was still hoping for a Leclerc win, or even a double Ferrari podium, or even a red-papaya podium... But we got a 1644 podium, so I'm very happy with that as well!

Also honorary mention for the Honey Badger, because wow! Danny Ric supremacy for real! Have you seen what he's done in an Alpha Tauri???? Just put him back in a red bull seat please

#ferrari f1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #red bull racing #ferrari #scuderia ferrari #mercedes amg f1 #mclaren #lando norris #formula 1 #f1 #mexico city gp 2023 #stay delulu #alpha tauri #daniel ricciardo #sergio perez #danny ric supremacy #mexican gp 2023

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bohnsky · 11 months

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I've been a f1 fan for a little over two weeks now (which is not a lot, ik) and I thought it would be fun to keep track of my favorite drivers over time.

The first drivers I got to know were obviously my first favorites:

1. Charles Leclerc

The clip of Charles signing his own gloves was basically what got me into f1 in the first place. It's a dumb reason but now I actually enjoy everything that comes with f1 and not only the pretty drivers.

2. Daniel Ricciardo

Danny Ric, my love, I still consider him one of the best people that have ever happened to f1. He is just such a sweetheart and I'm a sucker for simley boys.

3. Max Verstappen

I honestly have mixed feelings about Maxy. I love him for who he is but there are several things that he does or says that I personally consider not okay. I respect him a lot and I think he has a good heart but there are situations that make me think about that twice. But honestly his proud grin when someone laughs about one of his jokes is the best thing on this planet <3

My favorite drivers one week into liking f1:

1. Daniel Ricciardo

I really believe he makes the world a better place by simply existing. I don't think I have to elaborate.

2. Charles Leclerc

My crush slowly fading into the background while I'm starting to get to know the other drivers. Charles will always have a special place in my heart as the reason I got into f1. He is also probably the driver that I'm rooting for the most even though there are so many drivers that I want to see winning.

3. Pierre Gasly

Pierre being Charles best racing friend made me want to learn more about him and suddenly I fell in love. He probably has the most infectious laugh ever and the way he interacts with Yuki makes me melt.

My favorite drivers two weeks into liking f1:

1. Pierre Gasly

Pierre has officially taken my heart. I love him. Portect him at all cost.

2. Alex Albon

This one took me by surprise actually. I was watching stream highlight (because of Charles) a lot lately so I naturally got confronted with the sweetheart that is Alex Albon. I honestly can see him taking P1 from Pierre soon. But it somehow makes so much sense. Alex is definetly the kind of person I would want in my life, while Pierre and Charles are more like a casual celebrety crush ig. Idk, I can't explain it, but Alex Albon yall.

3. Charles Leclerc

Charles is definetly being a constant here. And I really hope he stays in the top three. My love. Always being the one I'm rooting for.

I was playing f1 2020 today and felt like cheating when I even considered driving for anything else than Ferrari. Thanks for that Charles xD

Honerable mentions:

Lewis, of course

Carlos, this man is a mood, plus I've been a fan of Carlos Senior years before I even considered watchin f1 (you see I'm usually more the rally kind of person)

Lando, my brothers favorite

Yuki, honestly the best

And then I realised that I have been lying to myself this whole time because the one and only best is my love Seb Vettel. He is just god tier. The best person to ever wander this world.

And now welcome to my favorite ships in f1:

platonic

Pierre & Charles and Max & Daniel are the perfect best friends to me. This and only this please.

romantic

Charles × Max, Lestappen all the way. I love a good rivals to lovers and these two are just perfect for that. Also I could almost believe that Max actually has a little crush on Charles.

Lewis × Seb, somehow Sewis has gotton hold of my heart, they are both just so soft and I need that in my life.

Carlos × Lando, love, just love, there's nothing else I can say about that. Plus the have the best shipping name. Just Carlando, it's perfect.

Alex × George, this came with my new found love for Alex. I could totally see them as only platonic but I want them to be lovers, because cute.

Pierre × Yuki, I am not like totally shipping them (as in platonic is great too) but they are just the cutest. The way they interact with each other is everything. I want a friendship like this please.

Now let me know if you agree with any of this or if I should check something out that I might like, based on this post :)

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rickybaby · 2 years

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Daniel Joseph Ricciardo, you are the World Champion!

In which Daniel wins the Championship.

Warning: Pure, utterly complete delusion.

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February 2026, Bahrain

“Well, hello everyone. Cars, on track, for the first time this year! How good is that?!”

“So much to cover this afternoon” Ted Kravitz led his cameraman down the paddock as he fished his notes out of his pocket. “Right then, let’s start off with the talk of the paddock - the new Audi-Sauber team and their surprising new driver line-up!”

“It’s a bit of an interesting one, isn’t it? Daniel Ricciardo and Theo Pourchaire! Yep, the Honey Badger is back in F1 after three years out. Are we surprised that Audi went for Danny Ric? I mean it’s an easy choice if you’re looking for experience. Yes, his last season with McLaren had not been great, but I think he’s more than proved himself in the years away since then, hasn’t he?”

“He’s won Le Mans in 2023 and then went on to win the Indy500 just last year. And you know what that makes him? The only second driver to have ever won the triple crown of motorsport!” Ted stopped just outside the new Audi motor home. “Also he didn’t do too badly today as well.”

“He finished P6 on the timesheets, with his former teammate Max Verstappen in P1, followed by the merc boys - George and Lewis, Yuki Tsunoda in that second Red Bull and Charles Leclerc in his Ferrari. It’s not looking too bad for the Australian, is it? He may just be the one to look out for this season!”

“Now Pete, the Ferraris!” He gestured for his cameraman to follow him as he continued to move down the paddock “those were some interesting side pods we saw on the car …”

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Up in his driver’s room, Daniel Ricciardo felt as if his neck was about to snap into two. It was always painful to get back into the car after the winter break and even more so now, when he’d been out of the car for three years, but damn if he could stop himself from smiling.

“How was it out there today?” Michael asked as he applied the kinesio tape on Dan’s neck. “Good” he said, and just like in his interviews from earlier, he had to stop himself from gushing, had to be conservatively optimistic for fear of jinxing himself. Truth be told, he felt almost jubilant. Because this morning, when he’d sat in the car and drifted out of the garage, he’d felt that click with the car. The click he hadn’t felt since he’d left Red Bull. He might get criticised for this, but Daniel had never been the type of driver who’d get too technical. His driving style had always been more instinctive. He had to have that particular feeling in the car, that certainty that the car would do exactly what he expected it to do when he was throwing it around a corner at 300 kilometres per hour. He wasn’t naïve, he knew there were still kinks to work out, but he knew the pace was there because they’d been massively sandbagging this morning. He almost had to stop himself from declaring he was here to win the championship because he knew they might laugh him out of the paddock. But these people didn’t know the new Daniel, most still remembered the broken man that McLaren had left for dead.

For his sanity’s sake, Daniel rarely thought back to the season he lost his seat. It had happened to his teammates before but he’d never thought it would ever happen to him. Even after McLaren had essentially fired him, he’d still had hope he could turn his career around. He’d only lost hope when he had found out that Pierre got the Alpine seat while he was still in Australia before the Singaporean Grand Prix. From that moment on, he’d known his prospects for 2023 were pretty much non-existent, but still he’d flown to Singapore, did his media duties, played his usual happy-go-lucky guy role to perfection and all the while, he had been dying inside. And then he got P5 in that race, his best finish that season. He had people congratulating him and through it all, all he could think about was how far he had fallen. He used to be on the top step and now people were patting him on the shoulder for fucking P5.

That night, he’d gone back to his hotel room and looked at himself in the mirror, really looked at himself and he hadn’t recognised the man who’d looked back at him. He still loved the sport but he couldn’t see the Daniel who was passionate about racing, whether he came in first or last. He could only see a man who had been so concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other everyday for so long that he hadn’t realised he had reached the end of the road. He’d picked up the phone and dialled his mom even though he knew it was an ungodly hour in Australia. His mom had picked up on the first ring and she’d softly said his name. That string that had been holding him back finally snapped, and he’d cried, big gulping sobs, snot mixing with his hot tears. When he’d finally calmed down, his mom had quietly told him you know what you have to do. The next morning, he’d told Blake and Michael about his decision.

For the rest of the season, everyone and their mother had gone on and on about what a terrible decision he was making, that they couldn’t understand why he would take a step back. He hadn’t needed people to tell him the risk he was taking, he’d been well-aware of the odds of him ever making his way back on the grid. But he’d reached a point where he couldn’t go on, it had been more important for him to salvage whatever dignity he had left and leave before he started hating the sport. Sometimes, it took a lot more of bravery to accept defeat. So he’d left. He’d taken the time to find his smile again and then block by block, he’d slowly started to rebuild himself into a better, improved Daniel. And this Daniel was here to win.

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May 2026, Monaco

“Hello and welcome to the qualifying round of the 2026 Monaco Grand Prix. Join us as we watch the 20 drivers fight it out for pole position here. Martin, we all know how important qualifying is here. Who is your favourite for pole position here today?”

“Yes, Crofty. Qualifying in Monaco is always a special one. It really tests all the skills you need as an F1 driver. It should be an interesting fight for pole today. We can expect Max, Lewis and Charles to be bringing a good fight, but I believe we may be in for a surprising result in Daniel Ricciardo. He’s been on pole twice here before and with the season he’s been having since his comeback, I don’t think we can discount him from the fight.”

“Ah yes, Daniel Ricciardo. What a mega comeback it has been. He was in the top 5 in Bahrain and Saudi, and then he went on to win his home race! What an incredible weekend that was! I don’t think I’ve ever heard a crowd cheer so loud as he was making his way round that last corner at Albert Park before he took the chequered flag.”

“Definitely, his performances have been incredible. He did well in China and Baku as well, placing second in both of these races”

“If he continues with performances like that, I think he’ll have to lay off the shoey a bit. Surely, it wouldn’t be too good for his health if he does back-to-backs!”

Daniel knew these streets like the back of his hand. He could drive this track with his eyes closed. So far, he’d been P3 in both Q1 and Q2. There was 3 minutes left on the clock and he had to make this lap count. As he reached the end of his outlap, he briefly closed his eye, took a deep breath and relaxed his shoulders. He let his instincts take over. He almost felt like he was having an out-of-body experience, hovering over the car, watching as he hit the apex, anticipating where the racing line was even before he was taking that exit. He didn’t even need confirmation from his engineer to know pole was his. And the next day, as he took the chequered flag, he couldn’t help thinking that winning Monaco was even sweeter the second time around.

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September 2026, Monza

“Mate, zucchini on pizza sounds awful”

“Don’t diss it until you’ve tried it, Russell George” Daniel laughed, as they made their way to the truck for the driver’s parade. Daniel couldn’t really tell how his friendship with George had come about. They were vastly different people, but they’d always shared a mutual respect and then George had been one of the few people who had not hesitated to outwardly support him during that last year. And for that, Daniel would always be grateful. He got on the truck, fist-bumping all of the drivers. The Italian sun was shining and just like in 2021, he was starting in P2 just behind Max. Daniel was desperate to pull off the same start as he had the last time around. He badly wanted to win here again. His last Monza win would always be associated with McLaren and he wanted a Monza win that he could call just his.

Later on, as he stood on the highest step of the podium, head tipped back as Max poured the bottle of champagne over him, Daniel felt vindicated. Last time around, he’d cried on the podium, out of relief, out of happiness that he could give that win to his team. This time around, he felt like roaring, felt like banging on his chest. This more than anything felt like a big fuck you to McLaren. In the five years since that last victory, since McLaren had kicked him out, he’d won two of the most prestigious motor races in the world, had clawed his way back to F1, had won another six Grand Prix, had been on 10 podiums so far, while McLaren was still chasing that illusive next victory. He was still McLaren’s last winner. He sat down and unlaced his boots. He’d had his redemption, now it was time for his vindication.

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November 2026, Abu Dhabi

“Radio check, Daniel”

“Loud and clear”

“30s to the formation lap”

“25s…”

“10s …”

The tire blankets were removed, the car was lowered on its jack. His head mechanic gave him a slight nod. Good to go.

Daniel lowered the lid on his helmet, flexed his hand on the steering wheel. This was it. All or nothing. Last night, he’d been beating himself up for missing out on pole and for qualifying P3. Then this afternoon, as he walked into the paddock, Martin fucking Brundle had pushed his microphone into his face and had the gall to go on about how surprising it was that Daniel was even a name in the championship fight, how no one had expected that he would only be four points behind Max in the lead going into the final race. Daniel had wanted to snap that he had, that he’d come into this season with the full belief that he could win, but he’d put on his usual smile and gave his usual asinine answer.

That more than anything had fired him up. All throughout his career, people had always underestimated him, thinking he was no more than the joker he liked to play. He let that need to prove people wrong fuel him. He thought back to his win over Valterri in Silverstone during their junior years. He wasn’t meant to win that race, but then he had. It had been the same in China in 2018. Most of his wins had been outside of pole. The championship was still his to lose before it was even Max’s to win. He was Daniel Ricciardo, he could make the unexpected happen.

5 … 4 … 3 … 2 … breathe … 1 … lights out. It was time to go hunting.

“Good job, mate. You got Leclerc on the start. Up to P2. 54 laps to go. All to play for.”

Max wasn’t the kind of driver who would easily give in to mind games on track , but Daniel knew the only way he could win this was to force Max into making a mistake. For him, that was the fun in hunting - lulling your prey into complacency, slowly drawing blood before pouncing for the kill.

So, he waited. Lap after lap, he held on to Max, staying in his slipstream. They both built a gap to the rest of the grid, had their pitstops and yet Daniel did not make a move. His engineer kept feeding him information about tyre temperature, Max’s lap times and through all of it, he kept his eyes fixed to the back of Max’s car. Five laps to go. It was time to add a bit of pressure. He closed the gap to the car in front, his front tyres nearly kissing the rear of Max’s car. He stayed glued to Max’s gearbox as they went into the next turn. From then on, it was a game of cat and mouse. Daniel dove down the inside of Max, but Max firmly closed the door. Daniel weaved back and forth, never letting max forget of the danger he posed. He dove and recoiled. Daniel once again dove down the inside going into the next chicane, coming out of the exit side by side with Max. He knew that he wouldn’t have been able to make the move stick because Max had the racing line on that one, but he could feel Max’s nervousness. He had started driving more defensively, going over a couple meters of track he didn’t need to to fend Daniel off. Daniel could smell the blood in the water. Two laps to go. It was time to make his move. He did the classic switcheroo, diving down the inside before switching back, making the move stick by outbraking Max at the last second. They exited the corner with Max trying to come back at him, but Daniel kept a steady grip on the racing line, gradually pulling away.

Daniel knew the battle wasn’t over. Anything could happen in the last few corners. He tried to keep his heart rate down, kept his focus on the last lap ahead. Keep it together, don’t get cocky, he repeated to himself.

“Okay, Daniel. Last corner, last corner. Verstappen is 0.4s behind you. You’re going to make it, Daniel. We just need to keep it together. This is it, Daniel. This is it.”

“What a brilliant battle we’ve seen these last two laps. Max Verstappen has defended his first position valiantly, but there was no stopping this man, Daniel Ricciardo. And just like a phoenix rising from the ashes, the honey badger has come back to win his first world championship as he takes the checkered flag under the lights here in Abu Dhabi! He becomes the second driver only in history to have won the triple crown of motorsport and a Formula One championship! What an incredible achievement!”

Daniel could hear his team go wild over the radio as he crossed the finish line. His heart felt like it could burst from his chest at any moment, it was beating so furiously. The fireworks overhead blurred and sparkled through his tears and sweat running down his face. He’d spent so long chasing this dream, sacrificed so much to get to this moment that now that it was within his grasp, he couldn’t quite believe it. For the first time in his life, Daniel Ricciardo was speechless.

“Thanks boys. Thank you” Daniel’s voice cracked with emotion. He wasn’t even embarrassed that he was openly crying. He had fought too long for this, he deserved it. “Thanks for believing in me. I knew we could do it. We deserve it!”

He parked his car in parc fermé. Knees weak, he clambered up onto the halo and as a million flashbulbs went off, he beat on his chest. The honey badger was finally victorious.

Then, it was a blur of celebratory hugs and pats from his team, from the other drivers. Through it all, he remembered seeing his mom’s tear-stained face, his dad’s proud smile. On the podium, the Australian flag draped over his shoulders, head thrown back as he tried to stop himself from crying once again. Fucking hell, he’d done it. Then he was handed his trophy. He placed a soft kiss at her base, then he was lifting her up as the lights bounced off the silver.

Much later, Daniel walked into his driver’s room, still in a daze, shoeless, race suit drenched in sweat, tears and champagne. He looked at himself in the tiny mirror on his wall. The urge to both laugh and cry bubbled up inside of him. It was going to take sometime for it to really sink in for him. He dragged his hands over his face and up into his curls. Guess he could really say he never left this time around.

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo fanfic #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine

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tsumnoda · 2 months

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danny ric p1 yuki p4 visa cash app is COOKING

#dr3 #yt22 #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #bahrain gp 2024 #z talks f1

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foreverfearlessred · 6 months

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I’m sorry like I’m fully tuning in now wtf do you mean Charles and Carlos are P1 and P2 after the first lap of Q3 and Danny Ric’s up in P4

#mexico gp 2023 #f1 #formula 1 #charles leclerc #cl16 #carlos sainz #cs55 #Danny ric #daniel ricciardo #dr3

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51lver · 12 days

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okay so after trying to sneakily follow fp1 while on placement I have gathered:

- lance stroll p1???

- Nico Rosberg remains incapable of not mentioning Lewis Hamilton

- a fire????

- danny Ric good weekend perhaps 👉🏻👈🏻

#my university hobby is really getting in the way of my f1 watching career #f1 #shanghai gp 2024

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zcorners120 · 2 years

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MY BOYS DID SO WELL ARE YOU KIDDING!?

MICK P5!? DANNY RIC P3!? LECLERC AND SAINZ P1 AND P4!?

praise the whatever is in the texas air.

#formula 1 #f1 #texasgp #usa gp 2022

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racingbean · 2 years

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Belgian GP 2022 race recap by racingbean™️

- a simply dominant performance by Max Verstappen - as expected - but p1 by lap 13?? In the words of Checo, “he is in a league of his own”

- max’s tear off getting stuck in charles’ brakes… comedic gold but sad for charlie

- ferrari… ‘aiming for p5’… charles not wanting to risk pitting for fastest lap and they do it anyways… then he gets overtaken by alonso and has to overtake him on the last lap… doesn’t get fastest lap… gets a 5 sec penalty for speeding in the pit lane by 1km/h and losing the place to alonso anyways… sounds about right👍🏻

- seb points!!

- albono point!! all aboard the albono train (choo choo)

- sad boi hours for danny ric, as usual

- fernando alonso is a petty bitch and I live for the drama & lewis “i don’t care… we’ve had different careers” hamilton is that bitch

#f1 #i watched this race while driving 11 hours because I’m moving #priorities #max could win from p20 at this rate and I would not be surprised #i feel like I’ve hit all the important points here #max verstappen #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #fernando alonso

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justaredheadf1fan · 1 year

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Finally back at the place where Magic happens

Heyoooooh!

We're finally back at Interlagos, I was looking forward to this one. One of my fave tracks in the whole calendar, honestly. We have the last Sprint Race of the season, thank goodness.

First with the good stuff and that would be Sir Lewis Hamilton being awarded with the Honorary Citizenship of Brasil. We were all looking forward to this, I know. But he was GLOWING. Oh my goodness, have you guys seen that smile? It makes me wanna cry. And that mural. Jesus, how can a man I've never met, and certainly never will, give such happiness with so little?

Now onto the more boring stuff, at least usually. I'm watching FP1 right before Quali and obviously nothing going on.

And that's about it with FP1. Total bore of a session, that one. Just the commentators rumbling about something I wasn't even listening to, as per usual 🤷🏻‍♀️

So, almost at the end Lewis blocked the tyres creating quite a nice photo but had me worried for a sec. Mans got my heart on a chokehold.

Apparently rain's on the way, so let's see.

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Starting Q1 now, Leclerc goes out like a madman. There goes my demon child 🤣

It looked quite relaxed until Pierre came and brought it home with slicks, WHAT IS GOING ON. NOW ALONSO, NORRIS AND LATIFI!?!?!?! WHAT IS THIS. Brasil stop it, take it slow, I wasn't ready!!!!!!!! It's been years since I last experienced Interlagos, I wasn't picturing this, that's for damn sure!!!

What is this, Sharl is in danger right now, a lot of people where running around and finally the obvious candidates fell to the pit. But boy was that a tense moment. Sharl was not happy, that's for sure.

Now Q2 is going crazy as fuck, not the ones at risk are my Merc boys AND THIS IS A HARD NO. I know there's still the Sprint tomorrow BUT NO. The fucking rain in Interlagos is my biggest fear 🥲

Danny Ric and Seb out, I'm gonna cry. My Merc boys thank goodness are through. Jesus, the anxiety! Even Mr. Violence on Wheels got through. Some good news at least.

Those clouds are dangerous. That's creepy. My poor Charles! What's is going on in Ferrari!? Are they fucking nuts? Sharl is gonna fuck up those tyres... And there we go. What the fuck Ferrari?

NO GEORGE!!!!!!!!! And Kevin P1!! Oh my fucking god WHAT IS GOING ON!!!!???? Charles is super angry, which is super understandable, what the fuck.

Kevin's face is giving me life, seriously. Un-fucking-believable. Haas getting their first ever pole with K-Mag. This is fucking incredible and I'm so happy, honestly. This is fantastic!!!

Whoa whoa whoa. Interlagos, I wasn't expecting such a frantic Quali today, not in the slightest, but you've never disappointed, and today was not about to be the exception. That is some crazy shit. That right there is why I love this sport.

I don't think I'll watch the Sprint Race on time tomorrow, I'll probably watch it very, very late. But I'll try to keep up as soon as I can, since I don't want to go into Sunday and post all of it together? I don't know.

Anyway, I'm dying already with how late it actually is so, peace out!

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