Gavi on his record as the youngest player to score for Spain in the world cup: "I'm always going to tease Lamine for this. It's a record that's here and I'm very proud of it because that bastard Lamine took all my other records and I'm left with this one" 😭😭
Look at the twinkle in his eyes. Those are tears. Tears of a child, a boy who will always cherish the memories, wisdom and company of his mentor. But to him, Lewa is like a second father to him. And to Lewa, Gavi is like the unofficial eldest child he never had.
It's so heartbreaking to see someone as energetic and powerful and cheerful like Pablito on the verge of tears. 🥺🥺
actually i'm reblogging this again with commentary, fuck it.
There's people in the notes talking about "not basing your worth off numbers", and like. that isn't what this post is about. It's not a threat, either, it's a comment on how this site works, at a mechanical level.
Likes are worthless. Let me say that again.
Likes. Are. Worthless.
They don't do anything. They're a bookmark. They were never part of how tumblr works - in the early days we didn't even have a like button, and the site still more or less acts as though we don't. They're personal bookmarks and the only people who "get" anything from them are you (you bookmark the post) and the OP (maybe a very slight serotonin boost), but they don't keep the post in circulation, they don't keep it alive.
Without reblogs, a post will be dead in the water within an hour. No matter how good it is, no matter how many hours of painstaking love and attention its creator put into it, it will be dead within an hour and never seen again. It gets pushed down the dashboard and nobody aside from the followers who were online when it was posted will see it.
And there's a huge difference in engagement on posts that get even one lucky reblog from someone with wider reach - that one reblog shows your post to five, ten, fifteen other people, and if one of those people also reblogs it, and so on and so forth, that's how posts stay alive and in circulation.
It's like a contagion, but we're sharing creativity instead of disease.
And that matters. That "lifespan" of the post matters, artists and writers give up on this site and go to sites where posts have longer lifespans because it sucks to spend hours of your life, maybe even days, to get two notes and some fucking pocket lint for your efforts.
We create for ourselves, but we share because we want people to see it, because that engagement offers positive feedback and encouragement to continue.
But more than that, if every post (whether art, fic, gifset, whatever) is dying within an hour or a day of being posted, that means it's not making it onto your dashboard. And if it's not on your dashboard, you won't see it. This kills the site, after a while. You stop seeing the posts, because nobody is putting them on your dashboard, because this site doesn't have an algorithm like twitter and insta's and it shouldn't, it's the last bastion of chronological timelines.
Forgive my giant fucking rant I am so tired right now and full of the plague but like stop acting like artists and writers are just being whiny little babies, or "threatening" to withhold our fucking work (you're not entitled to it! it's ours! if we get nothing out of sharing it we're well within our rights to keep it private!) when we say this site will dry up without reblogs. We're just stating facts.
also I’ve seen some people in the tags say ‘oh there have always been more likes on posts’ no there haven’t ????
these are posts from 2013, look at the ratio
not to sound like a nursing home resident but back then people know that the point of this site was to reblog things and share them, not to bury them away among your other 23k liked posts
Hey love ❤️ do you plan on releasing a part three to the pedri series? I’m really enjoying it so far!
Hi all - I know it’s been a long time since I’ve posted writing. I’m going through a pretty bad depressive episode. Whenever I have motivation I’ve been working on school stuff rather than creative writing. I will hopefully come back once the semester ends and my mental health has improved. Love you all and thankful for your support <3
I genuinely can’t believe some people online are posting for anything other than engagement and ragebait.
Lando Norris has under multiple circumstances said that the new tires under red flag is not fair even when it has benefited him.
Red flags are nothing but luck. Literally it’s not a guarantee in the sport even with bad conditions or on a tough track, so pointing out that fact doesn’t make him mean or egotistical or whatever other adjective you wanna throw around.
Saying that the Alpine podium is was luck is the absolute goddamn truth. Just because it’s a happy moment it doesn’t negate that!!! If not for the timing of the red flag, they would not have been on that podium. Ocon overtook about 1 car this race, and it was Yuki Tsunoda. Before this race he was p19 in the championship and Ollie Bearman had more points than him. He’s not a garbage driver, but it’s not like he put in a max level performance to get that podium spot.
And it’s totally fine if you don’t like a certain driver but to then be like “oh he was mean to the other drivers so let me say vile shit about him” is the absolutely most ludicrous thing I’ve heard in my life. You don’t like the meanness so you’re going to be mean????
After Lando’s first win Max said that he was unlucky with the safety car. That’s an objective truth, and he’s not a hater or a bad person for saying it. The same applies now. If not for that safety car, the alpines would not be here. So it’s not talent, it’s luck. But sure, go bully this dude because he told the truth and you didn’t like it.
Not even going to put f1 tags on this because the internet fanbase of this sport is so incredibly toxic it makes me nauseous. Always looking to tear drivers down and manipulate their words to fit the persona you’ve created for them in your head. Just because you don’t like the truth doesn’t make it wrong.
pairing: reader x franco colapinto
summary: when you find a curly-haired rookie lost in the wrong garage, you don't think much of it - that is, until he continues showing up, and you begin questioning his intentions
w/c: 1.3k (wow jet writing an actual long-ish fic? you better believe it)
a/n: FIRST FRANCO FIC !!!! i've literally been having franco brainrot ever since azerbaijan so here you go (this is your sign to send in franco requests <3)
You spot him out of the corner of your eye nervously ducking out of the way of engineers and strategists, as you prepare for the race ahead. Considering that this is the Red Bull garage, his bright white fireproof sticks out like a sore thumb and when you turn to look at him, his own eyes widen in embarrassment - confirming your theory that he's lost. He's that newbie you've been hearing about, frank? or something, you don't really care to be honest, but he's in the wrong garage and even though he's not one of your drivers you're sure Williams is worried about where he is.
"Are you alright?" you say, and he stops his frantic looking around to look at you with flushed cheeks.
"Yeah, I'm-"
"In the wrong garage," you say flatly, trying your best to stay serious and hide how amused you are at this.
"Yes, I got that, I just can't figure out how to get back to mine," he laughs in a slightly offended tone.
You nod, feigning annoyance as you silently walk ahead and hope he knows to follow you. "Look kid, I don't know if this is your first time on a paddock but you can't really be wandering around other team's garages, even if you are lost. It kind of looks like you're spying on us or something and feeding information back to whoever you've reserve driving for."
His footsteps pause behind you. "Who are you calling Kid?" he scoffs, equal parts irritated and entertained.
"Huh? Well, how old are you? You don't look older than 19."
"I'm 21, thank you very much," he spits out, crossing his arms with a smug look, "and how old are you?"
You pause, awkwardly looking around, "20, but it's clear I have a lot more experience in this than you do." You huff and spin back around, trying to ignore the fact you can hear him stifling laughter.
As you finally make it back to the Williams garage, you open the door and let him in through it, but before he does he pauses to turn you.
"Thank you-" he says, pausing for you to give him your name, and even though you're reluctant to give him the opportunity to spread the news about this embarrassing encounter, you do anyways. Something about the way he looks at you, eyes expecting and a smile toying at his lips, you feel strangely like you'd do about anything he asked.
"And you are?"
"Franco," he says, with an earnest smile, almost as if he's enjoying this situation more knowing how awkward you feel. "I'd wish you good luck, but I doubt you guys will need it," is the last thing he says before he disappears back into his own garage.
And even though you feel a little flustered about the entire situation, you shake it off and head back to your own area, determined not to let it get the best of you - not now, not before a race. You don't even think of him again, besides an occasional glance up when you hear his name said by a commentator, or when you spot his car coming into the pit lane, but that's nothing outside the realm of your duties as a mechanic. You really couldn't care less about him, you tell yourself, and you feel as though you'd be perfectly fine never crossing paths with him again.
But he doesn't seem to share the same idea, because the minute the race is over and you're turning to join the rest of the team out near the podium, you spot him lingering near the door of your garage once more.
"Lost again?" you say as you walk up to him, trying your best to keep as straight a face as you can.
"Not anymore," he replies once he sees you, a reassured smile on his face, "did you see how I did?"
Two feelings wash through you simultaneously - one rational, one asking who the hell this guy is and why the hell he thinks you'd be watching him instead of the very team you work for, and the other a sense of embarrassment, because as much as it pained you to admit, you had been watching him.
"8th?" is all you say in response - not wanting to give too much away about how you felt.
"Yeah, my first points!"
"Well, it's hardly a podium," you scoff, eager not to inflate his ego - after all, he was older than you and surely didn't need to be treated like a preschooler with gold stars. But the minute the words leave your mouth, you watch his excited expression change until slowly he dons a look of embarrassment. Your heart twists and you're suddenly reminded that for whatever reason, instead of celebrating with his team, his family, the girlfriend - which you were sure he had - he had come here, to tell you - someone he had met for the first time mere hours ago.
"Sorry, that was rude, congra-" you begin.
"Is that a challenge?" His voice is low, and it hits you unexpectedly.
"Pardon?"
"Are you challenging me, to get a podium? I mean, I'm still a rookie but I guess if I had a good enough motivator I could do it."
You're caught in a dilemma again, why on earth would you be motivating a different team's driver to do well? If anything, you should be doing the opposite, you had the opportunity to do something for the sake of your team right in front of you - albeit something definitely against FIA ruling - but for some strange reason you couldn't bring yourself to take it, instead playing into his game further.
"And what kind of motivator are we talking about here Franco," you pause to watch him smirk at the sound of his own name, "if you're after secret team intel I can't help you there but if you want, let's say, to know where to get the best coffee on paddock or-"
"How about your number?"
"Wh- Huh?"
"Your number? How about if I get a podium, you give me your number."
He says it so plainly as if it's a simple conclusion, and yet you're speechless. As you stand there silently taking in what he's just said you're equally aware of the fact that he's watching you, which only makes you more flustered.
"What for?" is all you manage to get out, and even though you know it's a stupid question, you want to be sure.
"Oh c'mon, you're a mechanic, surely you can't be that clueless."
"Right," you nod, looking down at your feet shyly and after a moment of silence his concerned voice pipes up again.
"I mean, I know we basically just met, and I know how ridiculous this is, so if you really don't want to I'm not going to force you into anything. You see, I'm really not that kind of guy, I'm actually really a gentleman and usually I'd-"
"Alright," you say definitively, cutting off his nervous rambling - which, if you're being honest, you can only just hear over the pounding sound of your own heart.
"Wh- really?" he asks in disbelief, even though he's the one who proposed the bet.
"Sure, if you can get a podium before the end of this race season, I'll give you my number."
Just at that moment, you hear the rest of your team filing back into the garage to pack up, as well as the distant sound of someone calling for Franco. You look up, partially to silently tell him that the two of you needed to be wrapping up soon, but mostly to watch his face turn from shock to a proud smile as he nods eagerly.
"Okay, yes, sure!" he says sort of breathlessly, "well I guess I'll see you around then. Same time next week?"
You let out a low laugh at his joke, "Sure see you then, and good luck." You watch him turn to jog out of your garage, and as he turns the corner you can still see a beaming smile on his face as he goes - leaving you with the weight of realising just what the hell you've gotten yourself into.
"maybe if Lando acted more like Sebastian Vettel I would like him more" you can't even handle Lando RIGHT NOW, if he acted like a prime Seb it would put you all into a COMA
i saw someone on twitter say “lando may not see the hate you send him for opening up about his mental health, but your friends who are going through similar things will see the way you’re treating him” and i think so many people need to hear that
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