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You like F1? You enjoy chatting about F1 and watching races with an established community of friendly racing fans? Like random movie nights, game nights, fan-run prediction leagues and more? Join us!
Hate free zone. Love your driver, love your team. Love your sport. Make friends in the process <3 We would absolutely love to have you!
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We are a group of about 145 people who are very loving, open, and easy to make friends with. If you're looking for a crew to run with, consider ours! Lovers of all drivers, teams, ect are welcome here! Between us, we do not all like each other's drivers, but we know how to behave. (Healthy debates always welcome, but no fighting please!)
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All qualifying and races are guaranteed to be streamed. Practices are usually streamed as well. I typically feed the chat with the radio transcript messages from multiviewer. We have a specific spot for post race chatter so people who missed the race won't be spoiled.
There's a dynamic schedule in there for all events that translates to your timezone without you having to lift a finger!
F1 Fantasy is played in there, and there are channels for streaming games as well (F1 games, or others. Our resident artists sometimes stream art as well!)
There are spots for news, rumors, pets, memes, fanfic/rpf, general F1 discussion and off topics. We even have a sprint writing bot!
There's threads for other sports and other motorsports as well. We often times will stream other sports as well.
No mics or voice chatting is enabled for now. This can be unpredictable and make some people uncomfortable, so all chatting is done via typing/texting.
We have movie/show/youtube nights often as well, where we just get together as a little community and hang out and watch stuff.
An interactive game section where you can play a fishing mini-game, help us grow Nyck de Trees, and more!
Everyone is welcome. As long as you promise not to viciously bash drivers and treat everyone with respect, we got you.
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"Charles," Pierre says, his voice light and sweet and only slightly slurred, "you are a little too drunk for this, I think."
"No, no I'm not. Tell me what you want to say.”
Or: Charles can think of no one better to spend his win with than Pierre.
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It is really no surprise to Charles that at some point during the night, Pierre ends up in his arms. It's cool outside on the balcony, and he had been enjoying a few moments of quiet away from the club and the celebrations of his win to simply gaze out at the water and feel the air against his face. Pierre, apparently, has similar intentions and comes stumbling out moments into Charles' respite with a goofy grin on his face and sunshine lit up in his eyes.
And somehow, in between the here and there, they end up tangled together in a messy, mostly drunken hug.
"Mm, your heart is so fast." Charles whispers into the shell of Pierre's ear, focusing on the rapid beats that flutter against the side of his chest. At first, he had assumed it was his own heartbeat, but his is slower, steadier, and throbbing in a way that he can feel from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes.
Pierre chuckles at that, holding on just a little bit tighter to Charles' waist. "I am excited for you. This is a big night."
Charles hums in acknowledgement, swaying softly on his feet. Pierre tightens his hold and keeps him firmly upright - impressive, really, because he knows Pierre has had more to drink than even he has.
"Yes, but it is very fast," Charles insists, bringing one of his hands up to place firmly above Pierre's heart. This way, he can keep track of it better than trying to feel the fleeting beats against the side of his chest. "It's racing."
Charles watches Pierre's throat flex as he swallows thickly, and slowly trails his gaze up to Pierre's lips, and then to his eyes. He can see the cloudiness of the alcohol swirling about in the bright blue irises he adores so much, and it makes him smile warmly.
"I am also very drunk. Excited and drunk." Pierre counters, as if that should answer every question that Charles could have from now until the next morning when they inevitably both wake up with a slamming hangover and handfuls of regrets.
Charles takes a single step backwards, still swaying slightly, and really looks into Pierre's gaze. Pierre is looking back just as intensely, as alert as he can be for as tipsy as he is, and he's smiling at Charles in such a sweet and gentle way that it makes his chest clench up with emotion. "It is not because of me then?"
Pierre has the wherewithal to look confused for a moment, eyebrows furrowing as he continues to stare Charles down. "You - what? I thought that was obvious at this point."
"Obvious?" Charles blinks back shock, his mind swirling with different thoughts and emotions that he can't seem to make sense of. The alcohol makes him so very brave, but also so very, very vulnerable with his heart. "So it is going fast because of me?"
"Charles," Pierre says, his voice light and sweet and only slightly slurred, "you are a little too drunk for this, I think."
"No, no I'm not. Tell me what you want to say.”
Pierre raises an eyebrow at Charles, then, looking partially confused, partially shocked, and partially amused. The alcohol is almost certainly slowing his brain down in the same manner as Charles’, and he ends up shaking his head after a few moments. Charles, ever impatient, leans in closer to him and nearly bumps their noses together in the process.
“Charles -”
“Do you want to kiss me, Pierre?” Charles asks, effectively shutting him up before he can get too deep into another scolding. “Is that why your heart is racing? You can kiss me, you know, I would like it.”
Pierre laughs, then, and Charles can’t help feeling a little self conscious. He doesn’t think this is very funny at all. In fact, this is the most serious he’s been about something in a long time. Surely he hadn’t misread all the signs that Pierre has been sending him all these years. Surely he didn’t just make the biggest mistake of his life, offering himself up so boldly like that. Oh, god, he’s stupid. He’s stupid and Pierre is going to hate him now, and –
“You are thinking too much.” Pierre whispers, and when had he gotten closer? When were his lips so close to Charles’ that his breath was ghosting across them?
Charles sucks in a breath, and Pierre’s lips are on his own before he can even think to exhale.
It’s so painfully sloppy, with their poor, drunken aim and teeth gnashing against lips, with Charles too needy and Pierre too cautious - it takes them longer than it should to find a rhythm that works for them. Charles, ever eager, already has his lips parted for Pierre’s tongue and when it finally slides into his mouth, he hungrily envelops it with his own tongue like it’s precious oxygen that he needs to survive. He can feel Pierre just lightly swaying on his feet, his breathing short and shallow through his nose, and at that moment Charles does not care how sloppy or needy this kiss is. He doesn’t care that they’re both a little too tipsy, or that this might make for a pretty hefty conversation in the morning. None of that matters right now, not when he’s here on this balcony alone with Pierre, kissing him like his life depends on it (and maybe it does, maybe his whole life has been leading up to this one particular moment).
And when Pierre breaks the kiss apart to try and catch his breath, Charles feels a stirring in his lower belly for more. A need so raw and beautiful that it can hardly be ignored. Pierre looks absolutely breathtaking in the moonlight, with his lips swollen and dark red and his eyes glittering with an emotion Charles isn’t quite ready to process. Oh, if he could spend forever out here with Pierre, it simply wouldn’t be enough.
“Pierre - you -”
“Feel my heart now.” Pierre softly commands, taking Charles’ trembling hand into his own.
He presses Charles’ palm into the curve of his chest, against his sternum where his heartbeat is firing away madly. Charles tries to count the beats as they fall into his hand, but his mind is too slow, and Pierre’s heart is beating too fast. He grins, sloppy and content, and leans into Pierre’s shoulder hoping to be held. The silent plea is answered immediately as Pierre snakes an arm around his waist and holds him close.
“Now it is going absolutely crazy.” Charles remarks, his voice full of amusement and affection. “But that is fine, mine is too.”
“Yeah?” Pierre prompts, leaning down to gently nuzzle their noses together in such a gentle and tender way, it almost makes Charles’ teeth ache.
“Yeah.” Charles breathes in response, leaning into the touch like he’s starved for affection and has never been touched before, not once in his life. He hears Pierre chuckle, but it simply doesn’t matter.
Nothing does. It is just the two of them alone, the gentle breeze in their hair as they stand there entwined in each other’s arms, watching the yachts sail in over Port Hercule.
i had 3 energy drinks n smoked sum weed !! that alone had my heart racing already beating at 160bpm !! i decided to make it go faster so i did 200 jumping jacks n this was the result it had on my heart !!
my heart was beating so fast !!! i thought my heart was gonna stop at any minute !! 💗💗💗
I just Very much have a thing for what smoke inhalation and stress could do to a heart- not to mention those sustained high BPMs during a race. Like. Imagine unzipping his jacket right after a race to help that unsweating skin cool off, and listening to his heart thundering. *fans self*
INTERESTING. Again, I can't say this is anything I've thought about. I tend to have thoughts about the current F1 drivers B)
But I support you, this is...yeah. I think about their heart rates a lot. 160-200bpm for an hour and a half straight phew. PHEW.
okay hear me out HEAR ME OUT. Niki Lauda and cardiophilia?
Oh HELLO Anon.
I won't lie, this is NOT what I was expecting when I saw I had a message in my inbox ahaha. But I'm certainly listening. Years ago, I wrote a fanfic or two with Niki Lauda, but I was using the adaptation from the movie Rush.
It's not enough to think about them. I want to be close enough to feel their warmth radiating. I want to be able to sense the rise and fall of their chest as they breathe. I need to be close enough to feel the gentle beating of their heart against my skin.
If I cannot feel them living and existing beneath my touch, they are too far away.
Hugs are genuinely the best and I'm going to tell you why.
You're either the same or similar height, therefore when you hug you are chest to chest - and your hearts press together and beat right up against one another.
Or you're shorter than the other person, and instead you can hear their heartbeat as they engulf you into their arms.
Or you're taller than the other person, and you get to offer the utmost comfort to the shorter one by providing them with the comforting sound of your heartbeat.
She is so exhausted. She has pushed herself to the limits, and her heart is pumping out of control. I love how she presses both her hands to her chest as if to hold in her tortured heart. Her heart must feel as if it is in her hands.
