Bear

[22] I reblog many things for many different intrests

[bearandhoney-com]

Huhu!

I'm Bear, it/xe/bug/star and this is my tumblr blog :3 I am an adult

My opinion on the 2026 drivers

The great spreadsheet for the 2026 Formula Season

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Warnings

suggestive stuff eyes/staring/etc. body horror of all kinds blood/gore flashing/bright colours cannibalism (as in nature of cellbit)

click here for a post on my f1 tags

[bearandhoney-com]

the case to my not-airpods just slid from my lap while standing up, off the train platform and down into the tracks and i am now feeling awful, because it means my headphones are now useless and i am just sad

[ckret2]

getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.

but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.

and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.

RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.

[ckret2]

the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:

if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."

whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,

it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.

they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.

[the-2ndwaltz]

I don’t want to talk about feelings. I want to talk about politics. I want to talk about chess. I know the reasonable thing is to say this is all probably coincidence. Bad optics, bad timing, bad social media planning, the usual incompetence wrapped in a three-pointed star. I know Mercedes does not build cathedrals for every podium and I know a P2 is not supposed to trigger a national holiday. I know! But at some point you have to stop looking at each thing separately, because that is how you miss the shape. Chess is not one move. Politics is not one statement. You look at what keeps happening, where the warmth goes, who keeps getting the soft landing and who keeps getting left there. At some point, you have to look at the board and ask why the man who delivered the result keeps being left standing in the cold while the institution around him pretends temperature is not part of the game. 

Because this does not look, to me, like simple neglect anymore. Neglect is lazy. Neglect is accidental. Neglect is forgetting to post the right photo or misreading the emotional weight of a weekend. This feels cleaner than that and that is what makes it worse. It feels like the beginning of a soft eviction. The corporate kind, the kind that happens quietly enough for everyone involved to deny it later. You do not tell the man to leave. You make staying feel worse every week. You make the room colder. You make the applause thinner. You make every achievement feel like something the team has to acknowledge rather than something they are actually proud of.

And that is the part I keep coming back to. If the objective is to move George out, the smartest play is not open hostility. Open hostility gives him a clean enemy and George with a clean enemy is dangerous because suddenly everyone can see the story. The smarter play is to make him feel less central to his own seat. You let him still be there, obviously. You let him still be valued in the vague press conference way. You let everyone say the right things. But the actual feeling of the team starts moving elsewhere. The affection moves elsewhere. The future moves elsewhere. The narrative moves elsewhere. He is still in the room, but somehow the room has already started being decorated for someone else. 

And then you put the last few races beside each other and it stops looking like bad optics and starts looking like a board. George gets a podium on his 100th race with Mercedes and somehow the whole thing feels like he showed up to his own party and found out no one had bothered to turn the lights on. I am not asking for fireworks. I am not asking for Toto to fall to his knees in parc fermé and kiss the front wing. I am asking for the bare minimum emotional competence of a team pretending this man still matters to them. Someone should have been there. Someone should have looked happy. Someone should have made that podium feel like it belonged to him too, instead of another result quietly dropped into the wrong narrative. A team acting like the driver who put the car on the podium was not an inconvenient footnote to the weekend’s preferred storyline. Instead the moment felt bizarrely hollow, like George had delivered a result into a room already emotionally reserved for somebody else. 

And then there is the content and this is where I need people to stop acting like Mercedes is some fan account posting from bed at 2 a.m. I work for a company that is big locally, but still tiny if you zoom out even a little and even there the marketing is insanely good, very intentional, very aware of what an image says and what a caption does. So please be serious for one second and imagine the scale we are talking about here. Mercedes is a billionaire Formula 1 team attached to one of the biggest car brands in the world. They have PR people, media people, brand people, sponsors, lawyers, approval chains, a whole machine built around image. They are not accidentally making George look like an afterthought because some intern forgot to check the podium photos folder. They know what they are doing when they choose who gets paragraphs, who gets pictures, who gets warmth, who gets framed as the future and who gets treated like an awkward guest at his own result. 

One weird post can be careless. A pattern is language and Mercedes knows language. They know how to make a teenager look like destiny. They know how to polish the “boy genius” narrative until everyone starts speaking in prophecy, until the kid becomes less a driver and more a marketing object with a halo. Formula 1 loves that. It loves a chosen one. It loves youth when youth can be sold as inevitability. So no, I do not think it is accidental when George delivers and the story still moves away from him. I think a team this rich, this trained, this obsessed with image, knows exactly where it is pointing the camera. 

And Toto Wolff, bitch please. Toto is not some sentimental headmaster accidentally trapped in a billionaire’s body. He is a businessman before he is anyone’s team father. He is a shark with excellent tailoring and a very clean vocabulary for ruthlessness. If Mercedes can sell the next era as the rise of the boy genius, he will sell it. If he can turn Kimi into the emotional centre of the project, he will. If the team can pivot from the messiness of the last few years into a bright, obedient, future-facing myth, they would be insane not to try. And then you add the other rumour sitting in the corner of the room, because of course there is another rumour, because this sport is a little palace full of men leaking things through the walls. If Toto really wants Max, and if Max really has some sort of performance clause that could make the door open, then Toto needs a seat. He needs a vacancy. He needs someone to move. And be serious, he is not going to put Kimi on the bench right when the Kimi narrative is this clean, this shiny, this easy to sell. The teenager, the prodigy, the future, the boy they can package as destiny before he has even had time to become complicated. Why would Toto sacrifice that story when George is right there, older, established, inconvenient, too good to discard cleanly but apparently not sacred enough to protect? If the cleanest version of the team’s future is Max as the monster signing and Kimi as the boy genius, then George becomes the problem not because he failed, but because he is occupying the square they need empty. And Toto is many things, but stupid is not one of them. 

So the political question becomes simple: how do you get rid of a man who has not given you a clean sporting excuse to get rid of him? You do not attack the result. You attack the conditions around the result. You make staying feel smaller. You make loyalty feel unrewarded. You let him become lonely in public. You let him walk into rooms without the visible armour of the team. You let moments that should confirm his place instead reveal its fragility. Monaco already had that taste, that strange image of him going to the stewards as if he were representing himself inside a structure that should have been standing around him. That was not explosive. It was worse. It was humiliating in the quiet way institutions humiliate people when they want plausible deniability. Nobody has to abandon you loudly if they can simply fail to appear. 

That is why the latest pieces feel so ugly together. The cold podium mood. The strange absence of visible celebration. The recap choices. The emotional overinvestment elsewhere. The technical mistake landing on his side. None of this needs to be an elaborate conspiracy for it to function politically. That is what people misunderstand. Politics is not always a secret room full of villains saying the evil plan out loud. Sometimes politics is a collection of incentives all leaning in the same direction. Sometimes it is a team realising that the cleanest version of its future does not have much use for the loyal son who expected inheritance. Sometimes it is less “we hate him” and more “we need him to understand he is no longer the centre of what we are trying to sell.” 

And that, to me, is much colder. Because George has played the game exactly the way a man like George was taught to play it. Polished. Correct. Loyal. Restrained. He has protected the team even when the team did not protect him with the same force. He has done the PR, smiled through the awkwardness, absorbed the criticism, kept his rage elegant enough for people to mistake it for weakness. People call him try-hard because they cannot recognise survival when it comes in a pressed shirt. But that is what he has been doing. Keep your head down. Don’t embarrass the boss. Don’t become difficult. Wait your turn. Be grateful. Be useful. Make yourself impossible to discard through excellence alone. But that only works if the people above you are playing fair. If they are not, then dignity becomes a trap. Loyalty becomes a leash. Professionalism becomes the thing they use to make your pain look manageable. 

That is the chess of it. You do not have to take the king while he is still protected. You take the squares around him. You remove the places where he can stand. You make every move feel worse than the last. You let him remain technically alive on the board while making the board itself hostile to him. And then, if he finally moves himself out, he gets taken and everyone gets to act like it was his decision. No blood on the hands. No open betrayal. Just a mature separation, a strategic choice, a driver seeking new opportunities, a team looking toward the future. Beautiful language for a very ugly thing. 

Maybe I am wrong. Maybe all of this is just a sequence of stupid coincidences arranged by the gods to look like workplace warfare. Maybe Mercedes loves George deeply and simply has the emotional intelligence of a locked filing cabinet. Maybe the car issues, the media choices, the lonely institutional moments, the sudden gravitational pull toward the teenage saviour narrative, all of it, all of it, is nothing. But if this is nothing, it is doing a spectacular impression of a machine trying to make a man leave without ever having to push him in public. 

And I think that is what makes me angriest. Not the preference itself. Formula 1 is brutal. Teams choose futures. Men get replaced. Narratives are rewritten before the old ink dries. Fine. That is the sport. The cruelty is in making a loyal driver feel like a guest in the house he helped keep standing. The cruelty is in letting him deliver and still making the result feel like it belongs to someone else’s story. The cruelty is in watching him behave with all that careful, painful dignity while the room around him gets colder and colder and then pretending not to understand why people noticed the frost. 

So yes, let’s talk politics. Let’s talk chess. Let’s talk about what it means when a team does not need to say “leave” because it can make staying feel like swallowing glass. Let’s talk about how George Russell, the good son, the polished one, the one who waited and waited and waited, might now be standing in the middle of a board designed to make his next move look voluntary. 

And if that is the game, then fuck the game. I hope he sees every piece. I hope he stops mistaking coldness for professionalism. I hope he becomes impossible to politely rearrange. I hope he takes every lonely podium, every thin little caption, every silence dressed as strategy, every attempt to make him smaller inside his own career and turns it into something they cannot crop, soften or hand to someone else. If they are trying to make him leave, I hope he makes them regret needing him gone. 

And if he does leave, if he goes somewhere else, then fine. I will buy the colours. I will wear the merch. I will stand there with him even if it is ugly, even if it is humiliating, even if it is, God help me, orange.

[midnights-dragon]

[bearandhoney-com]

little music tag game 🎧

rules: shuffle your playlist and write down the first ten songs that play

tagged by: @adair-29

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I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry

Emo Boy - Ayesha Erotica

Chlorine - Twenty One Pilots

Kill Him, He's A Socialist (Full Band) - Seb Lowe

Color Green - New Politics

Monopoly Money - Moonwalker

Pink Hotel - Scene Queen

Dogs & Cats - Seb Lowe

Children Of The Machine - CG5, Dagames

The Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

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tagging: anyone who wants to do this, also @george-russells-lawyer and @its-me-sixtythree

[landonorissian]

lando nostalgia 133/? • mar 2019 • autosport interview

[georgegraphys]

Lando 😭

[spoiledremi]

#gayassdog

(no text ver below)

[spoiledremi]

Constricted

[sztupy]

Landmark German ruling declares Google's AI Overviews are Google's own words and makes it liable for false answers

A German regional court has ruled that Google is directly liable for the content of its AI search overviews. According to the court, previou

[bearandhoney-com]

if you ever thought you might be stupid, my amazon package was left on the side of road, behind the paper bins that were getting emptied by the bin people that day 🤩

[fcbswiatek]

f1 text posts! thank you monaco

p.12

[george-russells-lawyer]

til the math ain't mathing

Yeah, you read that right. I will not stop supporting George Russell WDC until it is mathematically impossible for him to win. Anything before that, it’s just fear talking, it’s just my own impatience bitching and moaning.

I’m done doom posting about this.

He will win. Fuck it.

Until the numbers say otherwise, George Russell is still perfectly capable of winning that title. He has the experience, even if the current narrative likes to undermine it. He has the skills, even if the internet won’t acknowledge them. He has the car, even if it’s not bending to his favor yet. He has the mindset, even if people who don’t know shit are twisting his own words to make him look like he’s chickening out.

And you know what else?

George Russell has the guts.

You hear me? He has the guts to challenge his teammate, to fight for his positions, to stand tall when the public has already written him off and to act unbothered and to be too PR trained and to be too whiny and whatever else they want to throw at him without actually giving him a chance to show that he is more than the driver Mercedes seems eager to drop for 2027.

George Russell has the guts to be bullied by the internet, to be misunderstood and to be taken out of context. He has the guts to be turned into a meme and not flinch. He has the guts to stay respectful when interviewers, after every race, ask their questions in their ‘what does it feel to be a loser, george?’ tone.

George Russell, for his entire career, has had the courage to be a fucking loser.

To be uncool. To cry in public. To be called feminine in an emasculating way. He has faced scrutiny before, first by the stopwatch of his own father and then by the team he has been loyal to since the age of sixteen.

And he’s still here, and he’s still not enough.

And he still has the guts to get in that car and fight for it, even against all odds, even if he never receives credit for it, even if he is tagged as Mr. Does Nothing Wins, even if, just like others on the grid, does everything that he can to win, to try, to perform.

He’s not perfect. He’s not incapable of mistakes. He doesn’t have the statistics that Mercedes likes to flaunt. He may not be generational talent

But he is a story worth rooting for.

His journey is a testament of things not going your way, of shit not being handed to you and still getting back to the race, still giving it a second shot, still not backing down. Not in Sakhir, not in Singapore 2024, not in Canada 2026.

And that’s why I refuse to continue engaging with this panic over him already being out of the fight. Like hell he is.

I want him to win, always have.

And this year, when it looked like it could be his to claim, I remember making a prayer. And maybe God listened to be so much that this entire fiasco is my fault. I asked God that I wanted for this season to be proof of how worthy George is of this. Of winning, of holding out hope for, of writing down diary entries after a hideous race.

I didn’t want it to be easy. I still don’t. And honestly, I don’t think that’s what he would want either.

In fact, despite my frustrations and my crash outs, I am glad that he has not been having back-to-back wins as clean as Kimi Antonelli does (for now). Because, the same way I discredit Antonelli’s wins as ‘it’s not that Kimi won, it’s that George lost, there’s a difference’ well, I bet that, had George been the one on a crazy lucky streak, people would also be fuming at the mouth.

So, no. Thank fuck that it hasn’t been easy for George Russell. Thank fucking God that it looks terrible for him, beyond over. They say that God writes straight in crooked lines. And I know it in my soul that is the case with George Russell’s first world title.

That it wasn’t handed to him. That he had to claw his way to it. That he wasn’t the favorite. That he had been marked as the next Mark Webber. That the Netflix script was already a Kimi Antonelli spin off. That there will be no proof of the Mercedes social team having given him the same support as to his teammate.

There will be hundreds, thousands of comments in all platforms, in all subreddits about how the narrative never placed him as the protagonist, as the hero of the story, as the chosen one. The same content creators who will cover the season’s ending with George Russell crowned champion will have past videos where they didn’t think that he could make it.

And it will be fucking spectacular.

Because he proved them wrong, because he fucking did it. Despite the DNFs, the gap in points, the lack of favoritism, he fucking did it.

And I believe that we are in for one of the most indisputable champion campaigns in the last of Formula 1 history. After everything that has gone wrong, when it finally turns around and George is on the first step of the podium again and again, over and over, when the dust clears, it will be unquestionable that he earned that title.

For that exact reason, I wish the best for the rest of the grid.

I wish for their race strategies to be throughout properly, for their tyre management to be smartly handled, for their wins and losses be entirely their own. I won’t be praying for DNFs, I won’t be manifesting for Kimi to fuck up.

I want to George Russell to prove that he can win on his own right, that he doesn’t need for someone else to fuck up to get there. If they do fuck up, amazing. But I want clean races, where his skill is shown, where it’s obvious that the talent is there, that is had been earned, fought for and polished like the rest of him.

I am deeply unimpressed by Kimi’s success. I feel nothing about it. I do not deny that he is good, but I do not see a story worth rooting for. I am yet to see him race someone without the other person DNFing, having issues or being fucked over by their team. The day Kimi wins a race on fair conditions I’ll recognize it as his first win. So far, according to me, he has had ever win handed to him, or, at least, facilitated by George’s issues. For me, achievement without struggle isn't compelling.

So I want Kimi to take care of himself, to be in the right headspace, to reach flow state in that car of his, one nowhere close to the Williams that his teammate once dragged to points over and over. I hope that Kimi follows his routine, that he feels good about himself, that he learns about his mistakes, that he listens to Bono.

And I wish the same for George, because I trust him, because I don’t think that he can only win when everyone else is losing due to things out of their control.

Everything that has happened, it’s all plot device. It’s all material for future edits of how George did it.

And I don’t even care about him staying in Mercedes.

I want him to choose. To be in a position where he can fully decide whether or not to stay. Because I want for George the person to be just as successful as George the driver. I don’t want him to pull a Nico Rosberg. I don’t want him to pull off his own Reputation era, despite my last post lol.

I want him to win this without ruining his self. And he will.

That’s why he won’t roll over. Because unlike Kimi Anontelli, George Russell has been a loser over and over. He knows the drill and has survived it. It was all preparation. On God’s name it was.

He needed the Williams years, he needed the messy start at Mercedes, he needed everything that had gone his way to be where he is right now.

I don’t care about Mercedes possibly sabotaging him. I don’t care that they barely post him on their accounts. I don’t care that they are not favoring him.

If there is one driver who can push through all that, it’s George. I know it.

And I don’t care how delusional it all sounds. I trust him, and I trust God, because my faith on Him has never failed me. So, if you can bare with my beliefs, I will remain calm because God can see George in a way we will never do. He knew George Russell before he became a title contender, before he walked into Toto Wolff’s office with a PowerPoint.

God can see George Russell, and in my world of faith, that is already a guarantee of success.

I scrolled past a post that was a poll. Who suffered more? Jesus or George Russell? And it was funny, a nice joke to laugh through my tears over that drive through penalty in Monaco.

But honestly? If we put my unhinged faith on God on the table, I truly do believe that we are fighting from victory, not for it. George Russell will win. That is a given. And I know the numbers won’t tell me different.

Until math stop mathing, I won’t be hearing otherwise.

Until reality objectively rules it out, I refuse to surrender hope.

I will stop believing when the evidence requires me to stop believing. Not a second earlier.

[george-russells-lawyer]

no babe it's just soooo funny that in March, when George was the championship leader, it was the car hahaha, like, just the car lol

but with Antonelli it's generational talent, naturally.

and Russell?? Oh no, bro is washed, yeah and the car itself knows this so it refuses to perform for him out of self respect you know

[leedeedum]

yeah its great how arvid lindblad got driver of the day because not only did he get his personal best result he did it as a rookie in monaco a notorious race for failures and dnfs- oh wait what? oh kimi got driver of the day? oh

[screamdrivefaster]

gonna be hater for a second. every comms person saying kimi doesn't falter under pressure... THAT'S BECAUSE HE HASN'T BEEN GIVEN ANY!! AND THE ONE TIME HE HAD TO TO GO W2W WITH GEORGE HE MESSED UP AND BITCHED ON THE RADIO. DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH.