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[motorsportbarbie13]

The Yapping Hour Is Upon Us - Part 3

In which you and Max spend the next six months just being obsessed with each other.

Warnings: A little angst, but not 'break up with you' angst, just 'i really fucking miss you' angst so it's okay. And fluff. Tooth achingly sweet fluff. Pairing: Max Verstappen x Podcaster!Reader Word Count: 4.4k plus a shit ton of social media posts. - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - The Yapping Hour is Upon Us - Part 2 - Master List

(a/n before we begin: Probably one more part to this. Thinking of doing an 'after Max gets you back to the hotel post-race' part to wrap things up nicely if anyone wants to see that.)

Monaco May 2024

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34,028 likes F1GossipOfficial Seems as if our favorite Red Bull driver and sunny little podcaster are getting closer! The pair was spotted around Monaco this week ahead of the Monaco Grand Prix. The pair have been seen publicly a handful of times since Max made an appearance on her podcast The Yapping Hour in late April, most notably at the Miami Grand Prix at the beginning of the month and then the week later in New York City where she is based. Everyone who sent in photos said the pair were super cozy and seemed lost in their own world. user0299 she's only with him for the clout and money. Her little podcast was dying out and she latched onto Max like a leech. >>>user5572 go touch some grass my man. Her podcast is consistently the number 1 listened to show on all platforms all the fucking time. user9938 they are so cute, i can't handle it user4530 I saw them at dinner the other night and oh my GOD. They sat on the same side of the table even though it was just the two of them. He held her hand underneath the table all through dinner and I don't think either of them stopped smiling or looked anywhere else but at each other the entire night. >>>user39948 they are so fucking perfect oml

Canada June 2024 yourpersonalinsta posted

493,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris, totowolff, and others yourpersonalinsta Over the moon to have been able to be with you for this win in Canada, Maxie. user299 MAXIE?! I have no one to talk to about this redbullracing our good luck charm strikes again! >>>user456 Red Bull calling her theirs??? Love this for her. maxverstsppen1 thank you for always being in my corner liefje ❤️ >>>user394 how am i supposed to be normal after reading this??? user8827 Not Toto in the likes trying to get on her good side so Max signs with Merc in 2026 >>>user778 HAHA can you imagine??

Amalfi Coast August 2024

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987,409 likes liked by yourpersonalinsta, redbullracing, yourdad and others maxverstappen1 summer break with this gorgeous girl user458 they are my royal couple yourpersonalinsta wishing we were back on that boat rn instead of on different continents :( >>>maxverstappen1 just a few more weeks until Singapore, schatje. >>>user4938 this is my roman empire >>>user024 mom and dad are sad so i am sad too

October 2024 Austin, Texas

You hadn't seen Max in over three weeks. Three very, very, very long weeks. And not to be dramatic or anything but you felt like you might actually pass away if the Uber that was currently picking it's way through very heavy Austin traffic drove any slower.

While the sleek Mercedes SUV waited at a red light, your gaze drifted away from the navigation system showing the the heavy traffic all around you towards the busy city streets around you. Whoever had decided to schedule an Eminem concert, a huge college rivalry football game, and a Formula 1 race all in the same city on the same weekend should have their head examined.

Fixated on the crowd on the sidewalk outside, you mull over the last six months of your life. It has certainly been a whirlwind, that was for sure. If someone had told you back in the beginning of May that you'd be on your way to your sixth Grand Prix of the year to watch your boyfriend race in Formula 1, you would have laughed in their faces. Because really, when you sat back and considered it, the fact that you had gone from being a fan of the sport and interviewing Max on a professional level to dating him in under six months was absolutely wild.

While you attended races whenever you could, you found yourself more often than not called to the other side of the world to attend to your flourishing career. In the last six months you had ping ponged around the globe, bouncing between weekends with Max and over scheduled weeks filled with work, interviews, and meetings. Some days you just wished that things were simpler and you could just dedicate yourself to following Max around from city to city but you knew that Susan B Anthony would roll over in her grave if you gave up everything for a man so quickly, even a man as amazing as Max Verstappen.

You brush aside the thought of leaving your work because in the end, all that is is a simple fantasy brought on by you missing the man that has become the center of your universe lately.

After attending the Singapore GP with Max, you had spent a few extra days with him in Asia before needing to fly home. While Max did have nearly an entire month break from racing, he couldn't follow you to New York like he had intended. After coming back from the summer break, Max's luck had started to slip and the car had deteriorated. He hadn't won a race in months, the car was an absolute tractor, and Lando was gaining on him in the Championship. He had needed to spend every extra moment he had in the sims and with the engineering team trying to salvage the season.

While Max had been in Europe, you had been in the US recording episodes with Heidi Klum, Wayne Gretzky, and finally Kylie Kelce. Heidi had been in LA, Wayne in Florida, and Kylie in Philly so you had spent most of the last three weeks on the road. As the SUV inched closer to the COTA track, you realized you couldn't remember the last time you'd set foot in your apartment.

Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the realization washes over you. You loved the life you lived, wouldn't trade it for the world but sometimes, in these quiet moments you wished for a break, a chance to go home, wherever that even was now, and just rest.

Your phone buzzing beside you pulls you back to the present. Ysou struggle to shake off the mind numbing melancholy that's settled over you like a thick woolen blanket before answering the call. "Hi baby." You sigh, knowing who it is without even looking at the caller ID.

"What's wrong?" Max's voice is sharp on the other end, effortlessly reading your tone.

You shake your head, chest tightening with anxiety. "Just..." You search for the right words. "tired is all. I just realized I can't even remember the last time I spent a night in my own bed."

"Oh, schatje." Max sighs, knowing how grueling this schedule is as he lives it as well. "Do you want me to have the jet take you home? It's at the airfield still."

Tears collect in your eyes as your chest squeezes painfully. "No, I just want to see you." You whisper, afraid if you raise your voice you'll start to cry.

"How far are you from the track?"

You pop your head around the SUV's headrest to check the nav system. "Not long. Five minutes. I can see the giant observation tower from here."

"Have the Uber bring you right to the paddock gates. I have a car here and a few hours before any media duties. I'll take you back to the hotel myself and we can take a nap together, okay?"

Your entire body sags with relief at his words. If there was one thing that Max was good at, it was taking care of you. He didn't hem and haw or waver on a plan of action. He saw what you needed and made sure that you were taken care of. The way the burden of everything that you had silently carried for years shifted towards Max the moment you landed in Miami all those months ago was something that would shock you for years to come.

"Okay." You whisper, swiping at a single tear that managed to escape.

You have a few moments to collect yourself before the Uber stops at the entrance to the paddock. From your seat in the back, you spot a familiar blonde head that belonged to your Dutch boyfriend waiting for you. You're suddenly simultaneously bursting with excitement and beside yourself with grief as the anxiety that has gnawed at you over the last 24 hours fully consumes you at the mere sight of Max.

Max has you out of the car and into his arms before you can barely catch your breath. The moment you inhale that uniquely Max scent something inside you shifts and becomes crystal clear. You didn't need Max to have his jet take you home because you already were home. It sounded cliche in your head and it probably was, but you knew there was some truth to it: somewhere over the last six months your home had shifted away from your apartment in New York to wherever Max was.

Max tightens his grip around your waist, settling his chin on your head while you stay buried deep in his neck, you realize that home isn't a place any longer. Home is a person now and Max is that person. You don't have to go home to New York to rest, you just have to be in Max's presence. With him, you are utterly and completely safe and secure. For someone who spends 99% of her time 'on' and performing, being able to come home to Max and just switch it all off, allowing him to lead and take over, is the most powerful form of rest you could have ever dreamt of.

Max nods at the driver as he unloads your luggage, arms still locked tight around you. He can feel you melt into him, like you've been waiting for this moment since the last time you saw him. He knows that for him at least, this is true. Everything else in his life is completley falling apart. The car sucks, they had to ditch the special livery for this weekend becuase the fucking paint had the potential to make the car too heavy and slow. Lando has been on a tear lately, that McLaren a complete rocket ship and the only reason Lando hasn't overtaken him in the championship is thanks to some spectacularly shitty calls from the McLaren pit wall.

The only bright spot in Max's day is you. Your voice, your touch, your face. Any bit of you he gets on a daily basis is what keeps him going right now. As he had stood on the curb just moments before, desperately and not so patiently waiting while watching the black Mercedes SUV creep down the street towards him, it had felt like cruel and unusual punishment after being apart from you for so long.

And now? Now you were back in his arms and he drew in the longest breath he could, taking in the scent of your perfume and laundry soap that he had missed so keenly while he'd been working, and he simply couldn't get enough.

Max pulls away slightly, so he can see your pretty face but what he sees in your eyes nearly breaks him. Pain and longing hang heavy in your eyes and there is nothing Max wouldn't do to make all of that go away for you. Fingers tip your chin up towards him so he can finally get his lips on yours, a soft sigh escaping your mouth when he makes that first contact.

You swear it's like a cool drink of water in the middle of a humid heatwave in July, the way Max kisses you with such relief and passion and affection. Like he's trying to tell you through his kiss how much he adores you, how much he's missed you, how much he craves you.

"I love you." Are the first words he says to you and your breath catches in your throat. It isn't the first time he's said those words, Max had said them first all those months back when he brought you home to Monaco. It had been quick, probably too quick by the world's standards, but it just clicked between the two of you and the words had tumbled out of Max like it was the most natural thing in the world. The reason the words had your breath catching in your chest was because of the ferocity behind them, like he could tell how bone tired you were from all the travel over the last few months and he was desperate to remind you why you were doing all of this. Why the two of you were doing all of this together and apart. It was for moments like this, moments where you were attached to each other in the middle of the busy paddock parking lot like no one else existed.

"I love you too, Max." You whisper, dusting your lips over the stubble that was scattered over his jaw. "Can we go take a nap now? I'm so tired."

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348,209 likes liked by kyliekelce, maxverstappen1, assistantshannon, and others yourpersonalinsta home is wherever you are (tagged: maxverstappen1) user098 mad max is no more, there is only soft cuddly boyfie max user0399 this is the cutest thing i've ever seen user000 god i am so single maxverstappen1 love you baby >>>danielricciardo SIMP >>>maxverstappen1 absolutely >>>user9938 it kills me that he is loves her so boldly and loudly. girl hit the mfing jackpot. (liked by author)

It's not your alarm that fully wakes you up on Friday morning. It isn't Max's either. But as you try to untangle your limbs from Max's and search for the source of the ringing, you can't help but curse whoever is interrupting the slow sleepy cuddles that had been progressing into something more heated for the past 20 minutes.

You nearly spit you're so mad when you see the caller ID.

"John." You growl, sitting up in bed as Max settles himself back against the mountain of pillows beside you. "It is 8 in the morning on a Friday the day after I saw my boyfriend for the first time in over three weeks. I swear on all things good and holy, this had better be good."

John, to his credit, didn't even scoff at the threat. He'd been your business manager for going on four years now and was used to your early morning attitudes.

"She said yes."

You sit up, back going ramrod straight as the three words clang through you. "What?" You hiss.

Beside you, Max struggles to sit up too, alarm coursing through him at the panic in your voice.

"Tree just called me five minutes ago. Said that Kylie had sent her the episode and wouldn't stop gushing about how amazing you were and how you were the perfect person to do this interview on the end of the tour and everything. Tree said Taylor watched your episode with Michelle and Queen Maxima too, said they were the best interviews she's ever seen. Everything is a go."

Your entire world tilts as what John is telling you fully sinks in. "Taylor Swift's agreed to come on the show?" You voice is weak, heavy under the weight of the news John is telling you. Your hands tremble at the thought of what this means for you. For your career.

Beside you, Max sucks in a breath at your sentence, fully aware of how big of a moment this is for you. Pride soars through him as he watches literal sunshine dance across your face, your smile as bright as the Texas morning light. "Schatje." He whispers, pulling your free hand towards his lips. Your eyes dart over to him and you grin at him, kicking your feet a little, completely unable to hide your excitement.

"She also said yes to your suggestion of a behind the scenes vlog on your channel ahead of the release of the episode. Thought the idea was marketing gold. You've got full access to everything for the entire week."

Before you had landed Kylie Kelce on the show, you and John had made a silly, pie in the sky request to Tree Paine not even thinking that it would go anywhere. When Kylie had agreed to do an episode, a request that had actually been made to her people months before John had contacted Tree, the idea of maybe, just maybe you might be able to land Taylor after had grown a bit. You hadn't told anyone of the request, not even Max, because you didn't want to be embarrassed if it didn't work out.

"There's only one problem." Your heart stops and you grip at Max's hand for support. You knew there had to be a catch. "They want you in Toronto by Sunday."

"Wh-what?" Your stomach plummets through the floor. You had just gotten to Austin last night and now you were going to have to leave again? You were supposed to spend the entire triple header with Max. Three weeks of solid time with him had been the only thing getting you through the previous three week separation. You two had even planned to go visit your parents in Michigan between Austin and Mexico later next week.

"The first concert is Monday and Tree wants you to get as much content as you can and has asked you be there at 9am Monday morning."

You head spins. "Oh-okay." There's a giant Max shaped hole in your heart at what you have to agree to, simply exhausted by the fact that you're going to have to pick up and leave again so soon. "Okay. We'll figure it out."

"Do you want me to have Shannon make flight arrangements?"

You glance over at Max, who senses your apprehension. "Let me talk through it with Max and see what we can figure out. I'll call you in a few hours, okay?"

"Sounds good. Congratulations, kiddo. This is huge."

You smile despite yourself, excitement and anxiety winding their way through your chest making it a little hard to breathe. "Bye John."

You gently place your phone back on the bedside table before turning to Max, bracing yourself for the good and bad news you have to deliver.

"The beginning of that call looked phenomenal but now you look like you're going to be sick." Max observes, pulling you into his lap.

You shudder against when his lips graze your neck, dropping a kiss to his forehead. "Taylor Swift agreed to come on the show and to let me do a weeks worth of behind the scenes of her Toronto shows."

"Baby, that is amazing. This is going to be huge for you and the show!"

You nod, a bit dazed by all of this information you have to process. "But they want me there by Sunday night so I can start first thing Monday." Sadness edges into your voice, the dread of having to leave Max again begins to sink in fully.

"When should Greg have the jet ready to take off then? You'll probably want to leave before the end of the race to beat traffic, yeah? Although I suppose we could find you a helicopter to take you from the track to the airport."

You stare at Max like he's grown three heads. His voice is so nonchalant despite him suggesting he rent you a helicopter that all you can do is blink at him for a few moments. "Just...just like that? You're on board with it? You're not upset?"

Max scoffs, pulling you closer so he can rest his head on your shoulder. His arms go tighter around your waist as he gives you a kiss on the cheek. "Why would I be upset? I'll do anything I can to help you live out this dream, schatje. You know that. This is the biggest thing to happen to your career since you had F1 racing legend Max Verstappen as a guest."

The giggle that tumbles out of you has the tension in the room popping like a soap bubble. "You're ridiculous."

"And yet, you're still here." Max finds your lips then, the kiss full of reassurance and confidence. Of course he was disappointed you were going to be leaving in 2 days and he wasn't sure when you'd be back with him but this opportunity was too good to miss. "I'd never forgive myself if you missed spending a week doing what you love with one of your favorite artists because of me. Of course I'll miss you but you need to do this. So tell me, when should I have the jet ready to get you to Toronto?"

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story replies: user8882 ARE YOU THERE FOR ERAS TOUR??? user029 what are you up to ma'am??? user837 wait. first kylie's on the show and now you're in Toronto the same week as Taylor. ARE WE GETTING A TAYLOR EPISODE OH MY GOD.

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876,029 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, alexandrasaintmleux, and others theyappinghour Toronto, you were stunning! Can anyone guess who our next guest on the show is going to be??? Behind the scenes vlog dropping next week ahead of a very very special two part episode set to drop later this month. user928 oh my god, everyone stay calm, it's happening. user020 IS THIS FOR REAL??? I will never recover maxverstappen1 so proud of you my love >>>yourpersonalinsta couldn't do it without you, maxie >>>user928 if there's one thing Max is going to be, it's the first one in the likes and comments on anything his girl does. (liked by yourpersonalinsta) >>>user0298 may this kind of love find me one day

Excerpt from Episode 59 of The Yapping Hour featuring Taylor Swift:

You: Speaking of what you do in your down time, can we talk about how supportive you are of your boyfriend and show up for him despite the Brad's and Chad's hating every second of it?

Taylor: It's so silly to me, how much everyone hates it. When I show up at the game, I'm just like every other significant other. I'm not there to take the spotlight away from anyone, I just want to watch my man play!

You: Oh my God, I totally get it. It's so strange to me the way some fans can't handle someone like you who has a whole other identity outside of who you're dating, showing up to support the person you love.

Taylor: It's like, relax! I'm just here to watch my boyfriend catch a ball!

You: Right? Just let me enjoy watching 20 cars drive around in circles in peace please!

Taylor: You two are so cute though. Trav was watching the race in Monaco a few months back, right after he invested in Alpine, and there was that one shot of you and Max after the end of the race in his garage and you were giving him a hug. I love how loudly you love him and how public he is about you. It's refreshing.

You: Oh gosh, thank you. Yes, he is so supportive of everything I do, just like Travis is. It's such a comfort, isn't it? *Taylor nods* He actually stayed in Austin an extra day so I could use his jet to come up here.

Taylor: Trav was supposed to go to that race but got caught up in training stuff. It looked like so much fun.

You: Have you ever been to a race? Either of you?

Taylor: I haven't but Travis went to the Las Vegas race last year. Said it was the one of the biggest parties he'd ever been to.

You: You'll have to come this year then! It's in a few weeks!

Taylor: I'll talk to Trav and see if we can make it happen.

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1,039,928 likes liked by maxverstappen1, taylorswift, kikagomes, and others theyappinghour What an absolute whirlwind of a week and a half. Spending time with your favorite artist, seeing her in her element, and then spending a few hours talking about everything from what it's like to live such a public life to how important it is to have a supportive significant other. I simply can't wait to share the behind the scenes vlog dropping at the end of this week and then the episode later this month. Taylor, you are a dream of a human being and we are so happy to have had this opportunity. Can't wait to see you and Travis at a race! taylorswift You are such a sweetheart! So glad we got to spend time together this past week! Can't wait to hear the episode my love! kikagomes how does it feel to live my dreammmm bestie??? >>>yourpersonalinsta kiks omg i will never recover from this!! maxverstappen1 Proud of you, as always lifeje. >>>yourpersonalinsta can't wait to see you so so so soon baby

"And he doesn't expect a thing?" You glance up at the ticket counter where the airline employee has begun to call first class. You stand, phone still pressed to your ear, pulling your carry on behind you.

"Nope!" On the other end, Max's PR manager Sophie giggles conspiratorially. "He was just complaining to GP ten minutes ago how he couldn't believe they didn't have more flights from Sao Paulo to Paris. He said he was considering upgrading his jet to one with longer range so he could fly private next time."

You roll your eyes but chuckle. If you were a drama queen, your boyfriend could be the drama king to match sometimes. Although you didn't blame him to be quite honest. After leaving Austin mid way through the race, you had missed the Mexico race entirely. The plan had been for you to fly down to Brazil for the Sao Paulo race but editing and press had taken much longer than you had anticipated so now it was Saturday night and you were boarding a 9 hour flight from New York to the South American country.

Only, Max didn't know that. Max thought you were getting on a flight to Nice via Paris before driving to Monaco where he'd meet you sometime late Monday night or early Tuesday morning. Joke was on him though, you had finished everything up and had called Sophie for help to get you down to Brazil just in time for Sunday's race.

"He's such a baby." You murmur as the flight attendant leads you to your seat.

"He is beside himself missing you." Sophie says and you can hear the smile in her voice. "Just make sure I'm around when he sees you for the firs time, okay? He's going to lose it."

Laughing, you hoist your suitcase into the overhead bin before settling down in the luxurious lie flat seat that will be your bed for the next nine hours. If everything goes right, you'll land in Brazil just as the postponed qualifying is finishing up and will be able to watch the entire race in person.

"Thank you for helping coordinate this, Soph. I really appreciate it."

"Anything to get Max out of this slump he's in!" She replies brightly.

A few minutes later, you hang up the phone and type out a quick text letting Max know you're boarding the flight. Luckily, the flight from New York to Paris is roughly the same time as the flight to Sao Paulo so he doesn't bat an eye when you tell him you'll be unreachable, only telling you that the doorman to his building is expecting you and to make yourself at home in his apartment in Monaco when you get there before he does.

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It is absolutely raining cats and dogs when the car Sophie hired pulls into the track after what feels like a lifetime of travel. Right after they served dinner on your flight, you took a sleeping pill and passed out for the duration of the flight, only waking up once the pilot turned on the overhead lights, signaling your arrival.

A quick text to Sophie alerts her to your arrival and she says she'll come and meet you outside the paddock with an extra umbrella. The driver that picked you up from the airport will take your luggage to the hotel where Max and the team are staying. When the car stops in front of the paddock gates, you spot Sophie immediately.

"Soph!!" You shout the moment you stumble out of the car, limbs a little stiff from the long car ride. Sao Paulo traffic is a beast in the best of weather but in a downpour like this? Nightmarish.

Sophie opens her arms to embrace you, "Oh I am so glad you're here. He is an absolute nightmare right now."

You grimace, knowing exactly why. He'd be starting P17 in a few hours. Between the team having got caught behind a red flag during Q2 and his 5 place grid penalty, it was a nightmare scenario for Max. All of this was compounded by Lando's win in the sprint yesterday and the fact that he was starting on pole today.

"Alright then, lets go. Maybe I can talk him down off a ledge before the race starts."

Sophie grins because she knows you'll be able to do just that. If there was anyone who could calm Mad Max down and bring him back to earth after the kind of morning the team had had today, it was you.

As you weave your way through the crowded paddock, the heavy rain simply not a deterrent to anyone at the track today, Max is in the garage considering the merits of scratching his eyeballs out so that he doesn't have to run this fucking race today. Everything is wrong. The car is terrible. Still. The FIA seemed to have a hard on for fucking up his weekend. Lando was on poll. And worst of all, he really fucking missed you. There was still several days between him and being reunited with you but if he could have just walked right out of the paddock and onto a plane to get to wherever you were in that moment, he would have. The only thing that seemed to settle him during these times lately was your steady presence in the garage. He didn't even need you to say anything, just knowing that you were around, within arms length if he needed you, did something to calm him like nothing else could.

He's talking to GP, actually, he's grumbling at GP when a familiar flash of hair and bright smile catches his eyes. Perfect, he thinks miserably, now I'm imagining her in the garage. I've gone full unhinged obsessed boyfriend, haven't I?

Imagine his shock when he actually hears your voice. "Max." You call out softly, hands clasped in front of you as you wait at the edge of the garage beside Sophie.

Max simply blinks a few times, as if he's trying to figure out if he's hallucinating or if you're really standing in front of him. His heart hammers in his chest when everything finally clicks into place. GP doesn't even bat an eye when Max walks away from him, mid sentence, before crossing the garage in a few short strides.

Max isn't usually one for intense public displays of affection, especailly in the garage and neither are you. There's a level of professionalism he likes to maintain while racing and you have always respected that but when Max sees you standing in front of him, practically drowning in one of his sweatshirts, hair wet and messy from walking through the paddock in the rain, he can't stop himself from scooping you up in his arms. Burying his head in your neck, he inhales deeply. So deeply that his lungs pinch with pain from the way he's trying to commit the way you smell to memory.

"You're here." He murmurs, voice thick and heavy with emotion. "What are you doing here? I thought you were going to meet me in Monaco?"

Max sets you down, not really wanting you out of his arms but wanting to move you to a quieter part of the garage. Behind you, Sophie, GP and the rest of the team discreetly shuffle away to give you two a bit of privacy.

"I knew how hard the last two races were for you and I just..." Pausing, you have to wait for a moment for your hands to stop shaking. You've been running on sheer adrenaline and caffeine for what feels like the last three weeks now and the emotion of the moment catches up to you. "I just wanted to be here for you."

Max lowers his lips to yours, covering them in a kiss that is all longing and white hot heat. He keeps the kiss just this side of tame enough for the garage, not wanting to draw the ire of Christian but he had needed to taste you then. His hand comes up to cup your face while the other slips around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body. He's slightly damp from how wet it's been this morning but none of that matters now that you're back in his arms.

"I missed you so much." He murmurs, blue eyes practially sparkling down at you, he's so happy. It's been weeks since he's felt like this. Settled. Like he can take on the world. For the first time in what feels like forever, Max has a sense of determination that wraps itself around him. Like the championship isn't all but lost to Lando. Like the car isn't going to be terrible today, even though he might not even finish in the points. Like everything he's gone through the past few months on the track is all about to end because you're finally here and if anyone can bring the team luck, it's you.

"I love you." You whisper into his chest. "Now, let's go show the world why you're about to become a 4 time world champion, yeah?"

And that's exactly what he does.

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938,398 likes liked by redbullracing, taylorswift, yourdad and others yourpersonalinsta we are SO back, baby!!! What started out as a nightmare of a day turned into a generational drive for the history books. P17 to P1 and I cannot believe I was there to witness it. Max, I am proud of you beyond words. You and the entire team deserve this win today. I love you to the moon and back, Maxie. (tagged: maxverstappen1) taylorswift what a race! Trav and I caught most of it before the game today. Congratulations!!! >>>yourpersonalinsta hope to see you in Vegas in a couple of weeks! >>>user928 oh my god, new bestie duo unlocked!? maxverstappen1 words fail to describe how much I love you baby. Thank you for always being in my corner and never giving up on me, even when I want to give up on myself. Love you to the ends of time, schatje >>>user928 i am SOBBING. Boyfriend Max is my favorite Max.

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Dear Mr. Gaiman,

I’ve been meaning to write to you for a bit and today -  May 1st - is a prefect bit of timing.

I’d like to address 2 1/2 things if I may: You recently posted a conversation you had about losing a cat and how much the death of a pet hits you. My spouse and I have and have had a number of pets - best friends really - pass away. One of the ways we have come to deal with their moving on is to make up a story.

(To be honest, yet another story. Our friends live very full lives, indeed.) Our Tuxedo cat, Tybalt, is now playing bass in a Journey cover band that tours. I travel a lot for work and that allows “Tybalt” to send us postcards telling of his latest adventures. Since today is May Day and the expiration of the Writer’s contract I wanted to say bravo to you for posting about it and the subtles of the issues at hand. Most people looking at Hollywood will not give carful consideration to what is at hand.

Since you have the currency of a celebrity that is thoughtful and nuanced your voice carries over much of the rhetoric. I thank you for that. I should say at this point that I also work in film and television and have for most of the last 30 years. I am a grip and enjoy the craft of my job.

While the concerns of your Guild are valid and should be addressed i would like to point out that your voice and those of your colleagues are heard. All the national pages and news outlets are carrying the story. As they should. In 2021, IATSE (the union the covers all the below the line craft people in the United Staes and Canada with approximately a 150,000 members) was set to renew our contact that August. Our asks for that contract were minimal and most of us assumed the contract would be updated with little haggling. The producers balked. They, in fact, wanted to get rid of a number of long held points in our contract. This went on for four months. Something that never happed in my 30 years of work. I won’t go into all the details. I assume that you have a passing familiarity with the issues.

My point to all of this is that our voice was never heard. All the news outlets merely interviewed the producers and only gave their side of the story. And this happens every time the is a contract or safety issue (Think “Rust”. Reporters never interviewed other armors. The closest that came to a below the line voice was an essay written by a Prop Master - who happens to be Martin Scorsese’s daughter.)

Most producers have little idea of what it takes to make a show. But they are the only ones who are quoted. Overlapping during these 4 months was the John Deere strike (with just over 10,000 members).  And good for them. 

It should be noted that their coverage was far greater than ours.

There are 7 stories about the John Deere strike in the New York Times morgue. There are none for the IATSE contract negotiations. I can go on but I feel I should wrap this up. If you’ve read this far, I thank you.

I have an ask for you. The half of my 2 1/2 things to say. When the IATSE contract comes up for re-negotiation next year, would you please put a posting on your social media sites about it? 

The same as you have done for your Guild? It would give us a voice we have not had before. Thank You, Spider Goat P.S. Also thank you for all the wonderful stories you've written. I do so love visiting the worlds you've created.

I was pushing IATSE on Social Media last time -- for example

and pushing things like the @ia_stories Instagram link -

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I will do it again. And I was disappointed by the outcome of the negotiations last time, too.

[lil-shiro]

Article: LANCE STROLL ON F1’S FUTURE & THE NEW ASTON MARTIN VANTAGE

As always – article highlights under the cut with pics included, full one linked in title

Aston Martin Aramco F1 Team's Lance Stroll reflects on how far he's come, the team's current direction, and the new Vantage in an interview with BH.

The Canadian youngster emerged as the Italian F4 Champion with Prema Powerteam in 2014 before becoming Toyota Racing Series champion in 2015. A little later on at the 2015 FIA Formula 3 European Championship

[FIA Formula 3 European Championship / Thomas Suer]

Lance Stroll would ink his page in history as the youngest Formula 1 rookie to ever record a podium finish (P3) at the 2017 Azerbaijan Grand Prix. And at the 2020 Turkish Grand Prix, he’d earn his maiden F1 pole position. To date, he’s collected 285 career points across 155 race weekends.

Stroll has had the good fortune of partnering with elite-calibre veterans, four-time champ Sebastian Vettel and two-time champ Fernando Alonso, during their respective tenures at Aston Martin F1. So what exactly has he learned studying at the proverbial feet of these world-beating masters?

“From Seb, I learnt a lot about how to go about a weekend,” Stroll explains.

“He was very detail orientated; he wanted to know every little detail behind any decision. He also did a lot for the sport over the years, which I really respect.”

“Fernando teaches us all about passion and motivation. That’s what makes Fernando who he is. Like all great athletes, he’s constantly pushing himself to get better every day.”

Posed with the hypothetical scenario of being able to partner any driver in history — apparently something F1 athletes get asked “a lot” but not something they ever really think about — he replied:

“Growing up, I was a huge fan of Michael Schumacher. I used to get up super early in Canada to watch him race against my current teammate, Fernando. So, I think I’d go Michael.”

Aston Martin F1 is in a crucial transition stage. One that could inform its success as a constructor for coming half decade.

“It’s like you said, we’re in this building stage and there’s such a lot to be excited about right now,” offers Stroll when I prompt him.

“This is a team that is really pushing hard, and it’s an amazing thing to be a part of. We have the Honda partnership from 2026, a state-of-the-art campus with a new wind tunnel, we’re working on our own gearbox… There’s so much to be positive about.”

“The goal has always been to build a team that’s capable of fighting for — and winning — World Championships. That’s a goal that I really believe in, and one that I want to help the team achieve.”

If there’s one statement Lance Stroll wanted to make about both himself as professional driver and Aston Martin as a brand… what would it be?

“We’re doing things with focus, dedication, attention to detail. Aston Martin is a 111-year-old brand and it’s part of British, and international, culture. We want to uphold that tradition and quest for excellence by creating a Formula 1 team that represents the very best.”

“I’m proud to play a part in that, and I’ve been incredibly excited by the progress we’ve made and the developments that have been coming to turn us into a team that can represent one of the greatest brands in the world on the global stage.”

[All non-archival images included in this article have been captured by photographer Simon Emmett. Lance Stroll dressed by BOSS Menswear.]

[chilldust]

Dreamflower Original Story MASTER POST

This post is a collection of facts and information about my original story universe, "Dreamflower", and the main storyline soon to be published on AO3, titled "May I Love You".

The post will be divided into sections under the cut, first section includes the basic synopsis and facts about the main characters and the environment. After each published chapter, any new characters introduced will get their own little section and a possible visual sketch of their character.

Dreamflower universe is very loosely based on my FNAF Animutant AU, but many things are made and flexed out to be so much different that this is a completely original story at this point, despite the main characters sharing some similarities with Sun and Moon from FNAF-

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Synopsis of the story:

Humans have always been afraid of things they aren't familiar with. When a new type of subspecies of humans started to appear after the late 60's they were terrified. Theories of alien invasion or the devil's advocates taking over the earth slowly, members of this new species, Animutants, were denied regular human rights, and often forced to live outside major cities, or sometimes even killed as a form of funded euthanasia.  Solros Ellis is a young adult who, despite being a human, has never had an easy life. Growing up in extreme poverty, bullied until he dropped out of school, abused by his alcoholic father, Solros has only wished for freedom. One morning, Solros wakes up to a new reality: he has turned into an Animutant overnight!  Learning what could possibly happen to him if he stays in the city, Solros runs away from his old life and meets Luan Costello, a guy of his age who was born as an Animutant, denied basic human rights and lived his whole life feeling like a burden to those around him. With Luan's help and kindness, Solros is getting adjusted to his new life as an Animutant and healing those wounds his old life left on him.  Will the difficulties of being considered something less than a human bring Solros just another set of unfortunate events, or was his mutation written in the stars so he could meet with Luan?

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Plutonia:

The story takes place in a made-up country called Plutonia.

Plutonia is an island country. It has its own indepedence, but works as a constitutional monarchy under the English Crown, just like Canada. 

On the world it's located underneath Newfoundland island, close to the North-East coast of the US.

Both Solros and Luan were born in Duskfort City. Solros lived there until his transformation. Luan's family lives up to the North in a small town called Bluebell. 

You can read more facts about the country from here.

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Main Characters:

More info about Solros:

More info about Luan:

Side characters (Luan's family and Solros' parents):

Other characters will go under the respective chapters they first appear in!

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Chapter 1:

Summary:

Luan Costello is an 18-year-old young man, who will soon graduate from high school, just waiting for his life to start. Except he has never gone to a normal school, has no real friends and is haunted by the fact he feels like a burden to his loving family. There's nothing wrong in his life, other than the fact he was born as an Animutant and denied a lot of basic rights in human society. Yet, he feels like something is still missing. An opportunity, maybe love; something that would make his life have a proper meaning. But he rarely leaves his house, doesn't spend time with people of his age, reads books and writes poems all day long. Is he really expecting his destiny just to walk up to his house and knock on his door? Well, guess what...

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YOUR GIRL | Part 3. Patrick Zweig x Female!Reader

Pairing: Patrick Zweig x female!reader, Tashi Duncan x female!reader (platonic)

Summary: After your parents announce their divorce, you're sent to New York to pursue your passion for the arts at NYU. Your cousin, the infamous tennis player Tashi Duncan, introduces you to her insufferable colleagues at a house party in the upper east side. Already a sore thumb from rural Canada, Patrick can't help but find interest in an untouched territory.

Word Count: 5k

Warnings: Mentions of drug use, profanities, mentions of alcohol use.

MINORS DNI

Notes: The timeline is inaccurate in comparison to the film, this is an AU. All characters introduced are barely in their early 20s, unless stated otherwise. No use of y/n.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 4.

CHAPTER THREE: “Master of None”

"Jack of all trades, master of none. Cry all the time, because I'm not having fun."

As days blended into weeks, you found yourself walking through Manhattan on a chilly October afternoon. The trees have begun to shed their green hue, replaced for the autumn shades of red and orange. You no longer could wear your H&M shorts without tights, and it was a given to consistently wear your grandfather’s leather jacket. You couldn’t have been more than happy. It was now your favorite time of the year.

“What do you mean you haven’t figured out your costume yet?” You ask your friend, Chloe. She was in the same program as you, same year. The two of you didn’t hit it off until you complimented her cross ring, unveiling a wonderful friendship. She knew everything about you, including your family and the drama you’ve encountered since moving to New York.

“I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.” Chloe reassures, sipping her hot chocolate.

“You realize Halloween is in a week? There’s already flyers for parties this weekend, so technically you have two days.” You remind her, opening the front entrance to your school’s library.

She shrugs. “Still don’t care. I’ll be a black cat or something.”

You groan at the low effort idea. “Why don’t you do a duo costume with me?” You suggest, walking through a group of students to make it to the stairs.

“Then we both have to figure out a costume right away. Aren’t you doing Marie Antoinette though?” Chloe asks, looking over her shoulder at you as you reach the silent study area. A random student shushes the two of you, Chloe rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, but you can be King Louis or something.” You whisper, grinning.

Chloe raises her eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Right, cause that will surely get the message across.” She says, putting her backpack down as she retrieves her laptop from within the sack.

“Or you can be like, my lady in waiting. Just dress like me but in different colors?” You suggest again, sitting across from her.

“I do not feel like buying all those accessories just to not use them again, sorry.” Chloe admits, beginning to type on her laptop. “Don’t worry I’ll figure it out, seriously. I’ll be Mclovin from Superbad or something.” She says, grinning.

“You know, that would be quite fun.” You whisper, smiling back at her as you unlock your MacBook. “Very lesbian costume choice though.”

Chloe scoffs, kicking your leg lightly.

“Ow!” You exclaim, rubbing your shin as the same student shushes you once again but with more verbatim. You glare at the young man wearing the ugliest glasses you’ve ever seen.

“I’ll probably still pull a beautiful woman, just you wait.” She says, wagging her finger at you.

“God I hope so. I think our classmates assume we’re together, so it’s better if you do.” You both laugh silently.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you away from your attention on Chloe.

pat_zweig: any halloween plans yet?

You: nooo, i think tashi was gonna bring me to a house party but she’s sick. no party rock for her :(

You and Patrick have become more friends than foes over the past month. You kept ignoring his advances, and he eventually stopped making moves all together. He’ll throw out a comment every now and then, but nothing worth getting worked up over. You actually liked being his friend. You found it was easier to deal with him that way, or at least the physical attraction you still had towards him. It was better to make him untouchable all together in your eyes.

pat_zweig: i was hoping you’d say that

pat_zweig: not the tashi being sick part, sorry for her loss ouch. but there’s a halloween party happening at some rich kid's loft in manhattan. you interested?

You: can i bring my friend chloe?

pat_zweig: the lesbo? yeah sure she’s cool

You raise your eyebrow, chuckling at Patrick’s texts.

“I think I just found our party spot this weekend.” You say confidently, putting your phone down.

“Oh? Which mediocre man of the week invited you?” She asks, typing away.

“Ha ha.” You say flatly. “It’s Patrick, and he’s just my friend now thank god.” You explain, opening your study guide from the documents folder on your laptop.

Chloe looks up from her screen and furrows her brows. “I still cannot believe you managed to turn that around and become friends. I would’ve just pretended he didn’t exist.” She says into her palm, her elbow resting on the table.

"Can you guys go somewhere else?" Four eyes snaps quietly, annoyed by the volume of your conversation.

Chloe turns and faces the antagonist of the day. “How about you fucking go somewhere else Napoleon Dynamite?” She says passive aggressively.

The man huffs and gathers his belongings, giving you both a glare before walking off.

“To be fair Chloe, we are in the study area.” You say quietly, pointing to the sign by the stairs.

“There’s like literally no one else in here.” She states, gesturing to the vacant space. “I will never understand why our professors set our exams for the end of month instead of earlier like the rest of the NYU population.” She retorts, returning to the assignment on her laptop.

“Because we’re basically in communications. I don’t even know why we have mid term exams.” You say begrudgingly, going through your flash cards.

“Hey, can you quiz me with those?” Chloe asks, pointing to the deck of cards in your hands.

“Yes ma’am.”

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It was Saturday, October 26th. Your Bluetooth speaker blasted out a curated playlist for the pregame of the evening from your desk, Chloe watching you assemble your costume while swigging back a mickey of vodka.

“What do you think?” You ask, putting your hands on your corset.

“You look hot, good job.” She says, raising her bottle of sourpuss.

Chloe did in fact dress up as Mclovin, which was as expected.

Your hair was also a pain in the ass to do. After about 20 bobby pins and an enough hairspray to probably put another hole in the ozone, it was satisfactory.

“When’s Patrick showing up?” Chloe asks, sitting up straight and readjusting her glasses.

“What time is it?” You ask, looking over at Chloe in your vanity mirror as you packed on white face makeup.

“It’s uh,” She looks at her phone. “Nine on the dot.”

“He should be here, actually–“ Your bedroom door opens, revealing the exact man you were speaking of. He seemed to be dressed business casual, a pair of glasses upon his face that suited him very well. He looked good, but you would never tell him that.

“A–ha! Speak of the devil and he shall come.” Chloe exclaims, clapping her hands together.

“Nice seeing you too, Chloe.” Patrick feigns a smile, squinting at her. “What are you dressed as? Closeted?” He asks, stepping into the room.

“Why? You wanna know if I made up my mind so we can bone?” She asks sarcastically, scoffing.

“My life hasn’t hit rock bottom yet for me to wish that upon myself.” He argues. Chloe purses her lips and glares at him.

Art shows up behind Patrick, looking over at you. “Hi, I hope you don’t mind I’m here too.” He says.

“That’s fine, hello you guys.” You laugh, looking back in the mirror.

“Nice costume. It turned out well.” Patrick says to you, clearly checking you out.

Chloe rolls her eyes at him. “What even is your costume? You look like a pathetic nine to five.” She says, referring to his attire.

Patrick unbuttons his shirt, revealing the superman logo underneath on a t-shirt. “I’m Clark Kent.” He says as if it was already obvious, rebuttoning his shirt.

“And I’m a cowboy.” Art states, tilting his hat at Chloe.

“Awe, that’s cute actually.” She says, smiling at Art.

“Thank you!” He chirps, grinning widely.

“Why do you hate me.” Patrick says flatly to Chloe, who simply shrugs in response.

“I just don’t like you that much. Someone has to keep you humble."

“Why though? We both love women, we can at least agree on that.” Patrick points out, throwing his hands up before letting them fall to his sides.

“Okay you guys, start drinking we have to leave soon.” You interrupt, pointing at the boys with your eyeliner pen.

“Finally.” Art sighs, sitting down in your desk chair. “Nice playlist by the way.” He says, setting down a pack of coolers on your desk.

“Thank you! I’m glad someone recognizes taste.” You say, finishing up your makeup as Patrick puts a can down in front of you.

“For you, your royal highness.” He says, tapping your unopened drink with his own.

“Mm thank you squire.” You open the can, chugging the carbonated drink fast enough to cause a small burp to erupt from your stomach. “Sorry, I’m catching up.” You excuse yourself.

Patrick and Art laugh.

“Real classy, admirable.” Chloe says, swigging her mickey again.

“So is that bottle of yours.” Patrick comments, raising a brow. “Did your mom teach you to drink like a washed up loser?”

“No, your mom did actually. She’s a real dime.” Chloe smiles, putting the lid back on her bottle.

They begin mocking each other, causing you to stand up. “If you guys keep fighting we’re not going anywhere. Knock it off.” You say sternly, finishing your drink.

“It’s hot when you command a room like that.” Patrick says, smirking at you.

“See?!” Chloe gestures towards him in disbelief.

You look at Art for support, who simply shakes his head with a sympathetic smile.

“I am not babysitting you guys tonight.” You state, sitting back down.

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The taxi ride to the location was the same as the pregame. The two were bickering in the backseat as you sat in the middle, Art up front with the taxi driver.

“…And that’s why I think you’ll die before the rest of us.” Chloe says, leaning forward to look at Patrick.

“I hope it’s soon if that means I don’t have to hear you speak anymore.” He mutters, only you hearing his words. You stifle a laugh.

“We’re here!” Art exclaims, paying the driver as you all begin to exit the vehicle.

"It's very... brick." You simply say, staring at the tall building. Considering the location, you knew it had to look better on the inside.

"So is ninety percent of New York." Chloe states, readjusting the ID tag on her shirt.

You notice other people standing outside the building, smoking cigarettes and joints. There was a mix of extravagant costumes and low effort ones, nothing more expected.

Your group walk up the stairs to the landing, a security guard opening the door. "Name?" He asks, glancing over the four of you.

"Patrick, Zweig." Patrick states, pushing up his fake glasses.

The security guard looks down the guest list, flipping it over to the next page. He looks up. "Come in." He gestures, stepping out of the way to allow entrance. "Third floor." He says nonchalantly, pressing the button to call down the elevator.

The four of you squeeze into the cart, your finger pressing round button with '3' written on it.

"I wonder how the neighbors feel about this." You question aloud.

"I bet you they’re at this party too." Patrick says, leading the group as you make your way out of the elevator. He approaches the only door on the floor, where music is blasting from behind. He opens it to reveal a very, very large duplex loft space.

The lighting is dim, the music pumping over a sea of costumes. It's the usual social scene, one that you were still getting accustomed to. There’s an air of freedom and possibility, but it also means that anything could happen.

"I need more alcohol if I'm gonna enjoy myself." You say to Chloe, who nods in agreement. The two of you part from Art and Patrick, finding yourselves in the kitchen where at least a dozen bottles of liquor were. "Is there any mixers?" You ask Chloe, looking around the perimeter.

"Shots?" She suggests, raising her hands. She was already holding a bottle of Jose Cuervo.

You give her a look of hesitation before nodding. These rich kids partied like they were gonna die tomorrow, might as well join them.

Chloe pours you shots, consistently until you're about four down in under two minutes. "Okay, that should be enough for now." She states, putting the bottle down.

You cough over the last one, wincing at the burning sensation. You look across the room, seeing Patrick flirt effortlessly with a woman dressed like a playboy bunny. You grimace at the sight.

"One more for extra measure." You say, grabbing the bottle and taking a swig straight from it. You felt your stomach churn, but kept it down.

"Slow down, don't get too fucked up right away." Chloe warns you, grabbing the bottle and putting it back down.

You laugh at her, gesturing to leave the kitchen together. The last thing you wanted to do is watch Patrick in action, a pit in your stomach gnawing at you. You are friends. You do not want him.

You notice people smoking inside, seeing lines of coke being snorted off an architectural digest magazine. You decide to pull out your own pack of smokes, sticking one in your mouth.

"May I?" Chloe asks, gesturing to your pack. You nod, allowing her to pull out one for herself.

You both smoke your Marlboro Reds as you join the mass of people dancing in the open space, finding the music to be rather well curated.

Chloe gasps when she sees someone, grabbing their arm. "Hey!"

The girl turns and smiles at Chloe, giving her a hug. "Oh my god! Why are you here?" She asks in a playful tone, inhaling her joint.

"I know, I'm surprised myself. He brought us here." Chloe points over to Patrick in the distance, who was now talking to Art.

"Patrick? You're friends with him?" The mystery girl asks, laughing.

"Fuuuck no, she is." Chloe refers to you. "This is Annika, by the way." She introduces her friend. Annika was dressed as a vampire, a very sexy one at that.

"Nice to meet you." She says, getting your name. "You're friends with him? How did that happen?" She asks curiously.

"By force. He kept trying to get with me and it eventually turned into us just being friends because I wouldn't let him sleep with me." You explain, inhaling your cigarette.

"I don't get it. He clearly still wants you." Chloe remarks, pointing towards him with her cigarette.

"Nah, I don't think so. He gave up on me." You try to say, shrugging. You look over at Patrick once more, making eye contact with him while Art speaks to him.

You look away, scoffing. "I wouldn't even dare to let that ever happen. I love myself too much." You joke, causing the two women to laugh with you.

"Oh joy, he's coming over." Chloe says, taking the joint passed over to her gladly.

Patrick looks you up and down. You expect him to make a comment, or maybe you hoped he would. Instead, he looks over at Annika.

"I don't think we've met. I'm Patrick." He says, sticking out his hand and giving her a playful smirk.

Annika chuckles. "Annika." She places her hand in his, Patrick lifting it up to place a kiss on the top of her hand. She raises a brow.

"You're very beautiful, Annika." He states, letting go of her hand.

"Barf!" Chloe exclaims, smacking his arm. "Leave my friends alone, ignore him Annika." She tells her vampire friend.

It felt like there was a little gremlin in your stomach, punching your gut repeatedly. You couldn't help but wonder if Patrick was doing this on purpose, flirting with others blatantly in front of you to be punished for the fact that you wouldn't let him overcome your stubborn ways.

"Do you listen to your friends? Or do you have your own right of mind?" He asks Annika, giving her a look.

"It's fine." She tells Chloe, looking back at him as he leads her away to the dancefloor.

If your brain had the ability to strangle your heart, then you're quite positive it did just that in this moment.

Chloe is taken aback. "That motherfucker! I swear to god!" She exasperates. "He's taking the piss out of both of us. I don't understand what his deal is." She harshly remarks, finishing off the joint Annika gave to her and tossing it in a nearby ashtray. You look over at the coffee table with lines of coke being done by a medusa and a knight in shining armor.

"Have you ever done coke before?" You abruptly ask. You had a premonition that you'll only feel worse if you keep drinking to ignore the fire in your abdomen, deciding to do something else about it.

Chloe's eyes widen. "Well yeah, who hasn't?" She reasons, looking at you closely. "Are you okay? Why are you asking?"

"I wanna do it." You say. You were drunk, sure. However, the idea of adding something to the mix to ignore the scenario at hand made you feel somewhat better, even if it wasn't the best idea.

"Well," Chloe digs into her pocket, pulling out a small baggie of white powder. "I do have some. But seriously, are you sure?" She asks once more.

"Yes. Just, give it to me." You urge, gesturing towards the bag with your hands.

The two of you head to a bathroom, surprisingly vacant. You suggested to do it out in the open like everyone else, but Chloe was insistent on keeping it private so no one else tried to ask for her stash. There was a frame signed above the toilet that said Please Don't Do Coke In The Bathroom, which you found very humorous.

Chloe got a bump onto her house key, snorting it. She rubbed her nose a few times before scooping another hit, handing it over to you. "Do what I just did." She instructs.

You grab the key and hold it to your left nostril, pressing the right one closed. You inhale deeply. The sensation of powder going up your nose feels diabolical at first, you too rubbing your nose and inhaling the rest. You felt it enter your system, exhaling through your mouth with a grin. "Jesus, that felt weird." You say looking at yourself in the mirror. The longer you stare, the faster it enters your system. You slowly start to smile widely, looking at Chloe in the reflection. "Ooh, I think I get it now."

"I'm glad you like it." Chloe grins, the both of you looking at each other in the mirror. "Hey," She places a hand on your shoulder, gathering your attention. "Just putting this out there, but don't let Patrick get to you. He's a waste of space, not worth your time."

"I know." You say, nodding.

Chloe sighs. "You like him, don't you?" She asks, dropping her hand.

You purse your lips. "No, I'm over it." You say, fixing your hair. "Let's fucking party." You say with a grin, giving yourself a final look over before exiting the bathroom.

The two of you head back into the party, the scene now feeling brand new to you with drugs in your system. Where's Your Head At by Basement Jaxx was playing, giving you the exact energy that you needed. The two of you start dancing with everyone else, finding yourself moving swiftly along to the beat. You see Patrick in the distance, making eye contact as you continue dance, moving your hands all over your torso.

He looks away, looking back at Annika. You grow frustrated as the two of them begin to make out. You look around for a free body, a man dressed as Westley from Princess Bride making eye contact with you. You move your way over to him, moving in sync with him. You quickly turn your head at Chloe, who has found a pretty woman to dance with.

The vibe was becoming a good one, turning back to face the Westley lookalike. You move your head side to side as he places his hands on your hips. Your hands land on his shoulders, pulling him closer to you. You glance back over at Patrick, who is watching your every move like you intended. He looks away once more when he realizes you're looking at him.

Annika scoffs at Patrick. "Seriously?" She says, dropping her hands.

"What?" Patrick asks, confused by her sudden change of mood.

"You keep looking at her. The fuck are you even doing man?" She says, dismissing him with her hand. She walks away from him, leaving him alone on the dance floor.

You watch as Annika abandons Patrick, confused by her actions yourself. You try to keep your eyes on your new arm candy, turning to grind against him. You look again for Patrick, who has disappeared from your field of vision.

"Hey, can you get me a drink?" You ask your dance partner, deciding you were done with him. He nods eagerly before making his way towards to the kitchen. You move your way through the crowd, heading towards the the staircase. You decide to go upstairs, realizing most of the people on the upper floor were coupled up and very much paying no mind to the rest of the attendees. You look down from the railing, trying to find any of the members of your group. Chloe was still with the random woman from before, and Art was talking the ear off of one of his mutual friends. You still couldn't find Patrick.

You turn and spot the fire escape, figuring that some fresh air would be good. You walk over to the window, propping it open to step onto the landing. Sitting down on one of the steps, you pull out a cigarette.

The alcohol and coke acted as a coat against the cold, feeling numb as you pulled out one of your cigarettes. You light it, inhaling as you watched the busy street below you. You wondered how you ended up here, and the way the night was going. You thought about your friends, and about Patrick. You let yourself acknowledge that you were jealous. You wished that were you dancing with him, not Chloe's friend. It felt pointless to do anything about it. Patrick was your friend, and that wasn't going to change anything. You didn't want to become one of the many women he walked over in his path of destruction. You knew better, you deserved better. You press your tongue against the inside of your cheek, accepting your own fate. You spent so much time trying to avoid the fact that he was getting under your skin, there was no point in fighting it anymore.

"Hey."

Your head turns towards the open window, spotting Patrick standing there. You may be quite inebriated or simply fed up with the night, but there's a palpable tension in the air. He doesn’t immediately apologize or even confront you about what you've seen—he’s just standing there, maybe a little unsure of how to handle the situation.

"You alright out here?" He’s being casual, almost too casual, but there's an underlying question in his tone.

You sit there in silence, letting the frustration over him bubble up inside. This is your moment to vocalize how you feel, but also to confront the fact that you do care about him, which is exactly what you've been avoiding.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just clearing my head." You say coldly, inhaling your cigarette once more.

Patrick hesitantly steps onto the landing, but maintains distance. "You looked like you were having a good time down there." He says, an undertone of defiance to his own statement.

"I could say the same about you." You reply bitterly, putting out your cigarette beside you.

Patrick eyes you carefully, his face stone cold. "I didn't realize it was a problem. Am I not allowed to have fun?" He asks defensively, leaning against the guard railing.

You laugh. "You don't get it, do you?" You say harshly. "Stop fucking with my head, Patrick. It's not fucking funny anymore. I'm not one of your stupid little games to keep you entertained." You claim with the same bitter tone, standing up.

Patrick's eyes widen, taken aback by your change of mood. "What are you talking about?" He exclaims, furrowing his brows.

"I don't know what you think was gonna happen, but I've had enough of your shit." You spat, taking a step towards the window.

He puts his arm out, preventing you from leaving the closeted space of the fire escape. "I don't know what you think I'm trying to do here, but you've got it wrong." He tries to explain, his voice now stern with you. "I'm not playing any fucking games," He says, looking down at you. "But I can't say the same about you." He scoffs. "I don't know what you want from me!" He exclaims, laughing in dismay as he runs a hand over his face.

You stare at him in disbelief, unsure of how to react at first. "If that's the case Patrick, then you've got a real fucking funny way of showing it." You snap.

Before you can acknowledge what's happening, he grabs your face and kisses you.

You let a few moments go by before pushing him away and giving his cheek a firm slap.

"Fuck. You." You say through gritted teeth, pushing him out of the way as you re-enter the loft.

"Don't walk away from me!" Patrick yells. "This conversation isn't over!" He exclaims, unintentionally gathering the attention of other guests.

You hold up your middle finger, hastily making your way down the stairs. As you reach the bottom, the Westley lookalike approaches you with a drink in hand. "Hey! There you are!" He exclaims, grinning.

You groan. "Not now, for fucks sake!" You exclaim, putting your hand up as you continue walking.

Chloe spots you from the crowd, coming up to you. "Hey what the fuck is going on?" She asks, noticing your seething gaze.

"I am going home, tell Patrick if he can't figure it out then he can go fuck himself." You snap, continuing your path towards the exit.

Chloe looks up and sees Patrick at the top of the stairs, looking absolutely crushed. As they make eye contact, she shakes her head in disapproval. She turns and starts following you.

"I'm going with you, fuck that guy! Fuck Patrick Zweig!" She yells very loudly, exiting the loft alongside you.

You laugh bitterly, heading towards the staircase instead of the elevator. "I want to kill him." You state, nearly tripping over your own feet as you make it to the lobby. "That asshole thinks he can mess with me? He thinks he can fuck with me?! He has no fucking idea what he has done!" You bark, pushing the front entrance open. You step down the stairs, your shoes making contact with the concrete sidewalk. You continue to speed walk away from the building, Chloe catching up to you.

The other party goers eye you as you make a commotion, Chloe testing them with her demeanor as the two of you keep up your pace. "What happened?" She asks, out of breath from trying to keep up with you.

"He kissed me after I tried to confront him about fucking with my feelings." You state, trying to keep yourself together as you hail a taxi. "I can't fucking stand him. I just wanna... AHH!" You scream, throwing your hands up in the air.

"Oh, that's seriously fucked up." Chloe says, waving down a taxi for the both of you.

The two of you hop into the vehicle, telling the driver where to go.

"Long night ladies?" The driver asks awkwardly, noticing the tension.

"Yeah, something like that." You say sarcastically, leaning back in your seat and crossing your arms.

Chloe rubs your arm, giving you a sympathetic look. You try to smile her way, attempting to not let out your anger on her.

Patrick soon leaves the building, rushing outside to look for you. He can't spot you anywhere, muttering profanities. He’s pissed at himself, but more than that, he’s confused and frustrated because he can’t quite figure out how to resolve things. His go-to method of using charm and physicality to resolve issues has backfired in a big way. He pulls out his phone and tries to message you.

Your phone buzzes. You look at it subconsciously, fuming with rage as you see his username.

pat_zweig: im sorry, i really fucked up. lets fix this, please let me talk to you

You aggressively type back.

You: FUCK YOU!!! GO FUCK YOURSELF DONT EVER SPEAK TO ME AGAIN

You go to his profile and block him before putting your phone back in your lap.

Patrick's eyes widen at your response, watching your profile go nonexistent. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" He exclaims, groaning.

Art comes up beside him, concerned. "Where did they go?" He asks, looking around.

"They both left, her and Chloe." He sighs. "She fucking blocked me, man." Patrick says in defeat, sitting down on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.

"That's a you problem." Art says, crossing his arms. "Why didn't you just tell her how you really feel?" He argues, sitting beside Patrick.

"I don't know! I'm a fucking idiot, don't tell me cause I already know." He sighs, shaking his head. "She never wants to speak to me again Art. I really fucked up."

"Oh, I know." Art responds casually. "You finally met a girl worthwhile and you still couldn't be normal about it." He hums. "It's who you are, Zweig. Always have been." He pats his best friend's back. "I can't help you with that."

Patrick sighs, covering his eyes. "What the fuck am I gonna do?" He groans. "This is such a big mess, I didn't even think she liked me like that man."

"I don't think you can do anything." Art says. "You have to leave her alone, let her figure out what she wants. I think trying to be persistent will only make it worse right now." He admits, clasping his hands together. "Come on, let's go home. It's not worth it." He insists, standing up and offering his best friend a hand.

Patrick looks up, begrudgingly grabbing Art's hand.

-

don't look at me, i didn't do anything! i write and they simply command my next move. he's a big dumb idiot and you're simply trying you best you're just a girl wtf ):

thank you again for the support you guys, you have no idea how much it means to me. writing helps me get thru rough times so thx for being here (: i apologize if the drug and alcohol use is a lot in this chapter, im just trying to be more realistic with how it could've been in this area and societal standards of 2013. young people do stupid shit all the time. i might be downplaying it if anything actually lol

hopefully when I post this I also manage to release part 4, but i know its unfair to keep all of you on your toes! till next time

isabel

[harveydenttiephysics]

From Teen Titans #48 (1977)

1977? Flash from the Past 1977? The year of the first flight of the United States Space Shuttle? The year Uranus' rings were discovered? The 7th year Columbo was nominated for at least one Prime Time Emmy? The year The Commodore PET was introduced? The Year The Clash released "White Riot"? The year Allen Bussey did 20,302 yo-yo loops? The year Star Wars was released in theatres? The year the International Computer Chess Association was formed? The year Electric Light Orchestra released international chart-topping song "Telephone Line"? The year the United States State of New Jersey started allowing casino gambling in Atlantic City? The year Paul Hackett was on the cover of Skateboarder Magazine? The year Silver St. Cloud made her first apearance in Detective Comics #470? The year we started using fiber-optics for communication? The year the musical Annie won a Tony Award? The year that one guy was struck by lighting for the 7th time? The year Barbra Streisand and Paul Williams won Best Original Song? The year Sadaharu Oh hit his 756th home run? The year the Eagles won Record of the Year with "Hotel California"? The year DC Comics raised the price of a standard comic book from 30 to 35 cents? The year Ellen Berryman won the women's division in the Skateboarding Freestyle World Campionships? The year Fleetwood Mac won Album of the Year with "Rumours"? The year General Motors introduced the Oldsmobile 88? The year The Carpenters released "I Just Fall In Love Again"? The year the MRI was becoming viable for medical use? The year the circus opera "Houdini" premiered in Amsterdam, Netherlands? The year Ringo Starr released "Ringo the 4th"? The year Alan Alda won M*A*S*H their 8th Emmy? The year DC revived Aquaman? The year Princess Beatrice opened the Amsterdam metro? The year Faye Dunaway won Best Actress? The year Canada started showing a regular TV broadcast of parliament? The year Walter Browne won his third straight US chess championship? The year of the Snake? The year Martin Scorsese's Taxi Driver was nominated for 4 Academy Awards? The year A. J. Foyt became the first person to win the Indianapolis 500 four times? The year Freaky Friday made $25,942,00 at the box office? The year the Apple II computer entered the technology market? The year The Sex Pistols release chart-topping album "Never Mind the Bollocks, Here's the Sex Pistols"? The year Joel Benjamin became a chess master at the age of 13? The year of the Dover Demon sightings in the town of Dover, Massachusetts? That 1977? 🫠 x40

Green 🛑

Two-Tone Coat! With Pattern! ⭐⭐⭐⭐

uneven split 🛑🤔🛑

two-tone hair ⭐

pussy ass shirt 🛑🛑🛑

Two-tone tie! ⭐⭐

Clip on Tie? 🤔🤔🤔

OH HI DUELA! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

Duela in jonker form 🛑

debated filicide 🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑

FUCKED UP HAND!!!11!!1 ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Split teeth, but in a way that could logically make sense ⭐⭐

no glove 🛑🛑

tie and coat cordination ⭐

Oh i so wish I could see your shoes 🤔

Dick is also Here 🤔

Gilda Mention ⭐

Awareness of his own disordered thinking ⭐

continued deranged behavior ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

STAR TOTAL ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

HMMM TOTAL 🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔

FAIL TOTAL 🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑🛑

LOSS OF ALL SELF CONTROL TOTAL 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

[yanxioustrikas]

obviously just for fun but it was one of those days when i suddenly thought ‘why not give ms altivo a sibling?’

guess what i did?

gave ms altivo a sibling

roland's relationship with other characters

— basic info —

roland eiji altivo (he/him)

🇿🇦 | 🇵🇹 🇯🇵 (based on my hc nationality / ethnicity for ms altivo)

eva altivo’s younger brother (three years younger?)

6'0 ft tall

classic (not-too-hostile) sibling rivalry between him and eva, but both have similar goals for their own self-interest —> to be famous worldwide

met sunny hellström (non-canon surname) in his intro journalism course, since then they both have a very interesting dynamic...

— career —

news anchor at futbol 360 (season 1 - 3)

has a reputation for finding and covering the hottest news and stories, while being charming and adding his own flair into covering the news

had beef with almost every news reporters and anchors in south africa

tried to start beef with lena long but was always unsuccessful due to lena not giving two shits

talk show host for 'roll up with roland' (season 4 and onwards)

roland literally rolls up in wheelies shoes in every show, that is his signature (credits to @abyss-strikas for this amazing idea!)

he and his show's reputation skyrocketed at a national level since the launch of roll up with roland, though still trails a little behind rob rawson's talk show

erasyl (headcanon name for the guy who got fired by ms altivo in the episode 'live and kicking') also works for the show, as one of the writers

despite that roland's talk show is distributed by another major media company (in contrast to his sister having her own company), he still believes that he can still beat eva in the popularity competition, as long as he can get everybody in the world to tune in to his show

— traits —

persuasive, charismatic, intelligent, extroverted, humourous, ambitious

manipulative, narcissistic, stubborn (has a bad temper if things don't go his way)

— fun facts —

besides english, also fluent in afrikaans and japanese, working on his portuguese, and knows a little bit of french and italian

played soccer as a striker, since young and up until after undergrad

obtained a bachelor degree (ba in strategic communications) in south africa, then a master degree (master of journalism) in canada

a prominent member of his high school's renowned debate club, where he literally carried his school to nationals (the school has a history of every member of the altivo family being in the debate club, with each of them carrying the school to the top)

[wub-fur-radio]

Scott Pilgrim vs. The Daleks

Soundtrack for an imaginary pop culture mashup of epic proportions (where everyone’s favorite 23-year old Canadian indie rock slacker saves Toronto from almost certain doom by taking on the baddest aliens in the Whoniverse with his unstoppable 8-bit video game-style fighting technique). Featuring 23 of 2023’s top indie/power pop/garage/punk/noise pop acts including Dot Dash, Versing, Alien Nosejob, the Exbats, Be Your Own Pet, Uni Boys, Guided By Voices, Bass Drum of Death Jacuzzi Boys, Woolen Men, and 13 more bands who know how to put the screw into a sonic screwdriver.

Apologies to Bryan Lee O’Malley, Kim Pine, Plumtree, The Doctor, the Daleks, and the Beeb.

▶︎🎶 Listen on Mixcloud

Running Time: 1 hour, 11 seconds

Tracklist

Tense & Nervous (2:02) — Dot Dash | Washington, DC

Distractions (1:56) — Versing | Seattle, WA

Flakin’ Out (3:27) — The Ific | San Francisco, CA

I'm Lost (3:13) — Alien Nosejob | VIC, Australia

I Don't Believe in Love (3:10) — Uni Boys | Los Angeles, CA

Brain Shock (1:39) — Pheromones | Italy

Rock 'N' Roll Boy (2:58) — The Mudd Club | Bristol, UK

Imaginary Girlfriend (2:14) — TV Party | Ventura, CA

Where Have All the Good Times Gone (2:29) — The Grip Weeds | Highland Park, NJ

Workin’ Too Hard (1:58) — Woolen Men | Portland, OR

Better At Love (2:49) — The Exbats | Arizona

Big Trouble (3:02) — Be Your Own Pet | Nashville, TN

I Used to Be Fun (2:36) — Teen Jesus and the Jean Teasers | Canberra, Australia

Everybody's Gonna Be There (2:13) — Bass Drum of Death | Mississippi

Local Master Airplane (2:16) — Guided By Voices | Dayton, OH

Hot! Heat! Wow! Hot! (3:33) — Psychedelic Porn Crumpets | Perth, Australia

What Does Moon Think (2:57) — SIZ | Bordeaux, France

No Plan (2:42) — The Arrogants | Lille, France

Orange Juice (2:59) — Pop Crimes | Paris, France

Is It Really Any Wonder (1:44) — Strange Magic | New Mexico

On the Ropes (1:48) — Jacuzzi Boys | Miami. FL

Dead Cities (3:04) — Scream | Washington, DC

1999 (2:46) — Avions | Lyon, France Outro: Scott Pilgrim [Radio Edit] (0:38) — Plumtree | Halifax, Canada

All tracks released in 2023 except the last, which is from 2022, and the Outro, which was originally released in 1997.

[ch2rub]

~ Who are you? ~ A Mischa x Reader fic

This is my story that i originally posted onto wattpad and then onto Ao3. If you are reading this anywhere else other than Wattpad Ao3 or tumblr than it has been posted with our my permission.

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Ch - 1

Originally Posted - September 6th 2023

Posted onto Tumblr - July 11 2024

"HONEY WAKE UP!"

Your mom yelled at you from the front seat. You rub your eyes, tiredly groaning as you sit up. The leather sticking onto your skin from the heat.

"Good morning sweetie, were here." You mom smiles at you through the rear view mirror. You and your mother where moving away from the big city life in the states into a small city in Canada. Uranium City, Saskatchewan. A small city with a little over 70 people living there. You hate having to move to this stupid town and leaving everything back in the city. Having to move to a town where nothing happens. The worst part about it, You don't even know why your moving. You have some speculations but nothing out of the ordinary. You also fear that moving might take a toll on your single mother.

"Well what do you think?" Your Mother says as you both walk out of the car into the lawn. You look up at the biggest house on the street and most likely the town. While most of the houses in the area are small ranch houses or affordable family homes, this one looks more luxurious. Like the kind of house that the rich family in town would have. Which you know you definitely are not.

Looking up to the house it has a nice clean stone walkway up to the front door. With the walls being a forest green brick and the roof being a cool grey. The house also has a brick lining of natural deep browns and light blacks. From the outside you can tell it has two floors and plenty of rooms. Not the biggest mansion you've seen but definitely fancy compared to the smaller more run down houses surrounding it.

"How did we even afford this?" You say turning to you mother bewildered. Your mother letting out a sweet chuckle at your amazement. Shrugging as she responds.

"Something happened to the son of the family who used to live here a year ago and the parents just left town. Whatever happened to that kid must've been bad because this house was the cheapest one on the market. I couldn't just let an offer like this go. Do you see how big it is?"

"Hm" You respond looking back up at the house. "You sure we need all of this room? It is just the two of us."

"We can figure something out. Plus i've been meaning to setup an office for my art studio. Its been getting us some cash. We can use that while I look for a job around here. Judging by how small this place is I doubt I can find one here. I can look in a town over." You mother replies. Determination spread across her face. She slide her hands together as if she was dusting them off and places them on her hips. Russiling the fabric of her blue cardigan.

"Well, let's start moving these boxes" She says, Trying to get rid of the awkward silence between you two. Your mother and you get to work, starting moving the boxes from the back of your car into the house. Most furniture was left in the house so the only thing you needed to do was stock up and put up some decorations.

"So there are three bedrooms upstairs and the basement was also turned into a bedroom so, what room are you claiming? The master bedroom is mine of course." Your Mom says turning to you.

"I'll take the basement. I can have some privacy and you can do whatever you want upstairs" You reply. You grab your couple of boxes and bring it down to the basement dropping it onto the dusty floors.

"Guess this was the kids room" You look around the room observing the furniture that was already left in it. You see a twin sized mattress on the floor, A couple posters of rappers and other random things on the walls, a small night stand, a closet in the corner, and a dresser with a small tv and dvd player propped onto it.

'It looks kinda sad in here' You think as move closer to the closet. You open it up and see a small walk in closet. 'Damn these people where rich rich." Before you could start rummaging through the stuff left in there, something out of place caught your eye.

A whole bunch of toddler toys stuffed and thrown into the corner of the closet.

"Where they going to have a toddler" You think out loud as you pick up a plush dinosaur. 'Why would it be in this kids room? Looks like he was around my age.' You kick some of the stuff back into the corner deciding to figure it out another time. It's a super small town anyways someone must know what happen here. Right?

You move back up to see the clothes left. As you go through the random clothing the you see a box stuffed under all of the clothing. Almost as if it was being hid from someone. You bend down to pick it up and bring it to the plain bed. As you open it you see a couple of things. A small ipod, a cap, a couple of letters, a postcard, and a dvd copy of a saw movie. Right before you pick up the letters you hear your mother shout.

"Are you unpacking?"

'Shit'

"Im starting now." You yell back

You drop the letters back into the box and close it, setting it back where you found.

-TIME SKIP-

You finally finished unpacking, leaving most things that were in the room there. You kept the posters up and added some of your own. You changed the bedding to the plain black one you packed and put your clothes on the rack, deciding to keep some of the clothes that were already there. Reminding yourself to wash them later. You did still have more belongings in a box but there was no where to put them in the nearly empty room.

You turn and start to walk up the stairs shouting for your mother.

"Mom!"

"Yes N/n"

"We need to go to a furniture store."

"Why?" She asks, turning away from the small pile of boxes in front of her. "This place is fully furnished?"

"There's nowhere to put the rest of my stuff down there. It's basically empty."

"Alright sweetie" She says with a sigh turning back to the boxes. "I do have to get stuff for my studio anyways. Might as well kill two birds with one stone"

"Make sure you get your bookbag ready, You have school tomorrow." She says unpacking kitchen items.

"Ughhhh alright." You mope, dragging your feet as you walk back downstairs to get you bag ready.

When you get down there you grab your y/fc jansport bag from a box and start putting supplies in it.

-THE NEXT DAY -

(I'm too lazy to finish showing y/n doing random shit)

MONDAY

"BRING BRING BRING"

You groan rubbing your eyes and slapping the alarm clock next to you and you get up from the small bed.

you sit up yawning and stretching you you walk up stairs to the bathroom. You brush your teeth wash your face and use the toilet. You go back down into your room to get and outfit ready. Well that was until your mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Come get your uniform it just came in!"

"UNIFORM?!" You yell back confused.

(Feminine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a grey dress and white undershirt with black buckle shoes.

(Masculine)

You run up the stairs into the kitchen to see your mom with a red vest, White undershirt with a grey and red tie, grey slacks, and black dress shoes.

"Ughhhhhhh do I really have to wear those? There so ... Preppy"

"Yes sweetie now go put them on so you can have breakfast."

"Im gonna look like a nerd"

"Too bad. Now go put it on."

You grab the clothing from you mothers hands walking back down into you room to get dressed. As soon as you were done getting ready your stomach grumbled, begging for food. Complying you walk up the stairs into the kitchen with your bookbag and sit down to eat breakfast.

"Enjoy" Your mom said as she handed you a plate of pancakes. You devour the plate and set it into the sink, grabbing your skateboard from the side of the door.

"Bye mom i'm going to school. See you later!"

"Bye honey!" She shouts back

You open the front door and get on you skateboard. Skating to your new school and dreading what was to come.

[remy2fang]

More old art of F.A.N.G mains from 2022 to 2023. A continuation from a previous post:

Capcom Cup IX…my goodness, I remember it was absolutely glorious. And can you believe there were 3 F.A.N.G mains that qualified on that year?! First it was Mono of Puerto Rico 🇵🇷, Vegapatch of Spain 🇪🇸 , and Mortsy of Canada 🇨🇦 . At first I thought I’d celebrate F.A.N.G’s last hurrah at EVO 2022, but Capcom Cup IX was even more hype. I was rooting for all three of them.

Though sadly Mono and Mortsy had to face each other since they were in the same pool, but their mirror match was spectacular.

A fun bit from that same pool was that Mono helped Momochi (Cody) get into Top 16 by winning against Big Bird’s Ken. From then on, the two were dubbed Monochi 😎👍😎👍

Vegapatch managed to nab the #7 spot, so a F.A.N.G player made it to TOP 8 in Capcom Cup. He beat out EVO 2022 champ Kawano’s Luke. Yes, a F.A.N.G won against a Luke, and that Luke was played by an extremely strong player from Japan. Now THAT is something to talk about!

Yes, that’s me screaming like crazy there lol!

I must mention that Garnet of Italy almost made it to Capcom Cup IX. He would have been the third F.A.N.G player (I drew that picture before Mortsy became the actual third) to have make it. There would have been 4 FANG mains really lol. But he was outdone by Geeck-O’s Cammy. That is not the end of it though. Garnet is qualified for this year’s Capcom Cup X as a Dhalsim main. Yes, he did tried out A.K.I. because of the F.A.N.G affiliation, but her playstyle is not quite the same as her Master’s…and AKI is in serious need of buffs lol 🙏🙏, and the game mechanics can be overwhelming. So he went back to Dhalsim. Nevertheless, I’m rooting for Garnet because he was an amazing former F.A.N.G main. And don’t mind the error on my other Garnet fanart as my mind slipped away writing 2020 instead of 2022 😅😅

Sometime after Capcom Cup IX, Mono competed at EVO Japan 2023 and placed at the 5th spot against a total of 1,797 participants. There was also a Monochi moment. And just a few days after, Mono flew to Southern California and placed 1st at DreamHack 2023 at San Diego. Super awesome!

Yes, that’s two-time Capcom Cup champ MenaRD celebrating Mono’s birthday on that art.

One F.A.N.G main placed at 9th at Capcom Cup in SFV’s Season 1 in 2016. Three F.A.N.G mains at Capcom Cup was made possible in 2023, and one placed at Top 8. Hopefully we’ll get to see at least three A.K.I. Players in a Capcom Cup event by the end of SF6’s lifespan or even earlier than that 💜🤞🤞💜

[jwenvs3000w24]

Blog 1: Evolution and Development of my Relationship with nature

Hey everyone! I attend the University of Guelph as a 4th year Marine and Freshwater student. I want to welcome everyone to my blog! This is my first blog post and I will be talking about the relationship I share with nature and how it continues to develop.

I have always felt I have had a strong connection with nature, especially with anything that relates to the water (mainly fish, but also many of the different animals). This largely stems from being at my cottage located in Tobermory, Ontario. My father would bring us down to the water and teach us where to look for crayfish and how to catch them. For many years we would beg to make the 3 hour journey just to spend the majority of the time lifting the rocks along the shoreline and capturing crayfish to see the different sizes we could find, and then safely release them after playing with them. This is what I believe what began an ever expanding interest in aquatic animals. 

This experience with my family at my cottage created an extremely special place for me. So much so that during the summer I live there full-time and work for Parks Canada, to help keep the area as perfect and as special for others as it has been and always will be for me. By being in one of my favorite places for approximately half the year I began to look more closely at everything around, which opened how I see not only the forests, marshes, and beaches in that area but of all places that I travel to. 

Over this last summer I began to dabble in a bit of mycology. I began to notice how important even the most insignificant looking plant, fungus, or animal truly is and what kind of role they may play. A friend of mine from Parks Canada who is a mycology masters student at the University of Guelph is helping me develop a deeper relationship with all the different fungi in the area and helping me with my identification skills of the  main mushrooms and fungi groups of not just the area but of a more broad and general identification. This past summer my relationship with nature has expanded and evolved/ developed in ways I never would have thought about. I began looking closer at the formation of rocks and how indigenous peoples may have used the different caves around the islands or the ones on the mainland. For example, there is one cave on an island in the Fathom Five National Marine Park called Butter cave that before fridges were invented the lighthouse keepers on the island and indigenous peoples used to keep their food cold. There is a different cave on the mainland that is named fern cave, and it intrigues me a lot because during only a certain time in the summer the cave is filled with beautiful ferns, but looking at the shape and formation of the cave it seems as if it would have been a perfect location to use for shelter. I always try to think of who might have used this and I will go into the cave to see if there’s any cave drawings or any evidence someone from the past lived there (it isn’t that big but still big enough you can’t touch the ceiling).

I could go on and on about tobermory and how much I love it and anytime I'm there it feels like I belong and it gives me a "sense of place". Please come back again for my next blog post and continue this journey through nature with me! Enjoy these pictures I have taken from various locations around tobermory and if you have any questions about them ask away!

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Trash on the Trail -- What's Out There

Bandages, balloons, bullet casings: Here’s how much trash is on the Pacific Crest Trail

A pair of environmental scientists who thru-hiked the trail last year conducted the largest known and most comprehensive survey of litter on the Pacific Crest Trail. Illustration by Sophie D'Amato/The Chronicle from No Trace Trails elements.

Their findings reflected my own perception of trash on the PCT. The litter I have encountered does seem to be concentrated around highway crossings, campgrounds, trailheads, and high-use areas with easy road access. The issue of toilet paper along the trail is a more complicated issue . . . one that seemingly combines awareness, behavioral change, and some infrastructure support.

ByGregory Thomas and Harsha Devulapalli

Roughly 1 million people per year venture onto the wild and scenic Pacific Crest Trail, the 2,650-mile hiking route that winds through the West Coast’s soaring mountain ranges between Mexico and Canada.

That includes hikers out for a day in the woods, backpackers on multiday trips and thru-hikers seeking to conquer the whole thing in one long trek. Inevitably, some of those nature lovers leave behind micro-trash and bits of plastic litter. No one has sought to quantify the impact of trash on the trail — until now.

A pair of environmental scientists who thru-hiked the trail last year conducted the largest known survey of litter on the PCT, providing a sharp look at the kinds of materials people leave on the trail, in what concentrations, and where. The project was carried out, mile by mile, by Tori McGruer, 29, who holds a doctorate in environmental toxicology, and Macy Gustavus, 25, who holds a master’s degree in watershed sciences.

Here’s what they found.

A look at a few of McGruer and Gustavus’ findings

Graphic by Sophie D'Amato/The Chronicle from No Trace Trails elements

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McGruer and Gustavus started their journey in March 2023 in Campo (San Diego County), near the Mexican border, the launchpad for northbound thru-hikers. They’d secured $16,000 in funding through grants and partnerships, quit their jobs and hit the trail.

From the get-go, they found significant concentrations of litter — bottle caps, gum wrappers and rubber fragments.

Over the next six months, McGruer (right) and Gustavus hiked the full 2,650-mile trail, which crosses the High Sierra and the Cascade Range, to the Canadian border. They cataloged — and usually collected — more than 1,000 pieces of trash. They found lots of snack wrappers, used toilet paper, Band-Aids and cigarette butts as well as novelties like Mylar balloons, a spent shotgun cartridge and a rusty horseshoe.

The researchers surveyed 1-kilometer segments of trail at 10-mile intervals — a total of 260 survey areas ● (a rate of about 2-3 per day). Each hiker scoped for litter on her respective side of the trail to a distance of about 6 feet from its center.

They handled trash objects with plastic salad tongs for sanitary reasons and deposited them into waterproof stuff sacks, “so if there was something gross we could put it in there and not worry about it leaching out,” McGruer said.

Certain heavy or cumbersome items, like pieces of an abandoned car, were cataloged but left on the trail. They categorized each item using Rubbish, a mobile app that helps users organize and geolocate litter in open spaces.

So, the dirtiest stretch of the entire trail?

A long segment bookending the San Gabriel Mountains on the outskirts of Los Angeles was the dirtiest of the entire PCT, presumably due to its proximity to a major metropolis. One-third of all the trash the researchers logged during their trip came from this region.

A few survey areas there contained hundreds of litter items. However, the researchers set a 100-item maximum when counting litter in a given survey area. When they hit that threshold, they believed they could extrapolate the trash concentration with reasonable accuracy, they said.

Mylar Balloons

Those shiny, metallic, helium-filled balloons are remarkably durable and capable of floating long distances. Strangely, they are winding up in remote wilderness areas at a rate that is concerning to biologists, as the Chronicle has recently reported.

McGruer retrieved several of them in the Southern California desert — one stuck in a patch of bushes, another submerged in a river. Survey aside, she made it a personal mission to remove the ones she found.

“One day I had like three partially inflated ones attached to my pack and someone passing us on the trail said ‘happy birthday’ to me,” she said.

The researchers found trash in about 60% of the 260 survey zones, meaning 40% contained no discernible litter. The hot spots along the trail tended to correlate with areas of easy access and high human traffic like highway crossings, campgrounds and day-use areas.

Brian Feulner/Special to the Chronicle

Many of the zero-trash areas were in remote mountain regions like Northern California’s High Sierra and Washington’s Cascade Range, where few people set foot.

That finding tracks with the experience of Jack Haskel, trail information manager for the Pacific Crest Trail Association, which maintains the trail on behalf of the U.S. Forest Service.

“Much of the trail is pretty pristine regarding trash but you do find hot spots where there’s a lot of it,” he said.

The most common trash materials found were: soft plastics, such as bits of bar wrappers or cuts of duct tape; hard plastics like water bottles and broken trekking pole baskets; brass bullet casings; paper shreds and used toilet paper; cigarette butts; and miscellaneous fragments.

In many instances, researchers encountered single pieces of stray trash, one at a time. But sometimes they’d find dozens of pieces of litter linked to a single event. For instance, in the backcountry of Shasta County they found 50 or more strands of tree-flagging tape used by foresters scattered on the ground.

What’s that?

In some cases, differentiating rubbish from natural ground materials was challenging. Identifying and classifying objects required four of the five senses — sight, smell, touch and, at one point, taste.

Unsure about the makeup of a smooth chunk of translucent detritus they found in the dirt –— was it plastic? glass? a natural mineral? — Gustavus popped it into her mouth and bit down. Glass, she decided.

“That’s not common,” Gustavus said. “I don’t encourage people to do that.”

Toilet paper

Used toilet paper left along the trail — half-buried, stuffed under a rock, clinging to bushes — is the PCT’s single, stand-out trash problem, according to Haskel of the Pacific Crest Trail Association. It is a gross, unsightly bane of trail rangers and volunteer stewards. The trash researchers found a lot of it — particularly in the northern states.

“In Oregon and Washington there was toilet paper everywhere,” McGruer said. “I was like, what is happening?”

In lieu of using a toilet, backpackers and hikers should bury their waste several inches deep in the ground, or use a wag bag and carry it out, and take their soiled toilet paper with them. Poop carries toxins and bacteria that, even when buried, can leach into nearby water sources and infect wildlife, Haskel said.

Biodegradables

Sunflower seeds, pistachio and peanut shells, orange peels — the researchers found them scattered along the entire trail route, and seeing them drove Gustavus “absolutely insane.” Yes, they should technically break down over time, she said, but hikers shouldn’t feel free to dump them in the natural environment.

“It’s kind of a misguided principle,” Gustavus said. “That stuff does not belong out there.”

Pictured: Pistachio shells on the trail in the mountains of Washington State.

The pair completed their thru-hike in September 2023. McGruer (left) and Gustavus are shown here at the PCT's northern terminus in the remote mountains where Washington State meets Canada.

It’s important to note that many PCT users actively beautify the trail each year.

Local volunteer groups, rangers and backpackers are all known to pick up trash they encounter on their outings as a simple act of altruism. Also, eight years ago a pair of young men made it their mission to remove the junk they encountered during their thru-hike; they ended up with more than 700 pounds of stuff, including a mattress.

Extrapolating from their data, McGruer and Gustavus estimate there to be about 200,000 pieces of trash along the trail at any given moment. But that’s not to say the trail feels trashy, McGruer said.

“We frequently saw trash, but often there would be a small piece in one of our 1-kilometer surveys. You wouldn't register that as a ton of trash,” she said. “I think what our survey findings say is that people leave a trash footprint wherever we go with these materials that really don't break down in the environment.”

The survey project, which the researchers dubbed No Trace Trails, was supported by grant funding and financial backing through the Moore Institute for Plastic Pollution Research in Long Beach via the Richard Lounsbery Foundation in Washington, D.C., and the American Alpine Club.

McGruer and Gustavus are putting together a research manuscript for peer review. They’re also seeking funds to help analyze the microplastic content of a series of soil samples they collected during their hike.

Sarah “Mountain Goat” Steinbauer from Austria hikes the Pacific Crest Trail near Quincy (Plumas County) on June 19, 2023. The heavy snowfall in the Sierra Nevada that year created special challenges for thru-hikers along the PCT. Brian Feulner / Special To The Chronicle

Credits

Reporting by Gregory Thomas. Reporting and graphics development by Harsha Devulapalli. Editing by Yoohyun Jung and Kate Galbraith. Design, development and illustration by Sophie D'Amato. Design editing by Alex K. Fong. Visuals editing by Ramin Rahimian. Powered by the Hearst Newspapers DevHub.

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Everything You Never Needed To Know About The Two Race Engine Rule (24-10-2007)

Context: Once upon a time, a driver could use three engines in the same day and simply risk a DNQ for not meeting the 107% rule. (Damon Hill, France 1999 qualifying day. Turns out that if one wishes to set a good time, one's has to do sufficient speedy laps on the track and not on stands in the garage). Then it was decided that was too wasteful and teams were banned from swapping engines between qualifying and the race. This was followed in 2005 with a requirement to use engines for two consecutive races before replacement, unless a race was not finished. In 2008, the requirement increased to 3 consecutive races on a single engine. I received a request to provide some statistics about the two-race engine era. Nowadays, each engine must last an average of 6 races, but teams can arrange that running how they want. A driver who wanted to do the first 3 and last 3 races on the same engine, but not any of the ones in between, is nowadays permitted to do so.

Thanks to neil for coming up with the idea for this entry, and especially to concentrate on the successes. To celebrate the fact that the two-race engine rule is now consigned to history, I will be doing some analysis of how the engine rules have influenced the grid.

Three seasons of careful management, impressive calculation and inopportune explosions will be celebrated in what I think is the most fitting way possible… …a ream of annotated statistics.

Victories Against The Odds

It has been mentioned in Autosport (March 23 2006 edition) that a new engine is worth 10-15hp over a used engine. Therefore, to win with a used engine suggests that the driver didn't have everything in their favour. And we all love drivers who win against the odds, don't we?

The following wins were achieved with a used engine:

2005

Fernando Alonso, Renault, Malaysia 2005 (the first time used engines appeared in a Grand Prix weekend was also the first time they won!) Fernando Alonso, Renault, San Marino 2005 Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Monaco 2005 Fernando Alonso, Renault, France 2005 Fernando Alonso, Renault, Germany 2005 Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Turkey 2005 (the start of a three-race chain) Juan Pablo Montoya, McLaren, Italy 2005 (the first time both drivers in the same team win at least one race with used engines - and consecutive ones to boot!) Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Belgium 2005 (this chain of three events, ending with this race, is the first time used engines win more than one race consecutively) Fernando Alonso, Renault, Brazil 2005

2005 used engine win total - 9 2005 new engine win total - 10

2006

Michael Schumacher, Ferrari, Europe 2006 Fernando Alonso, Renault, Spain 2006 Fernando Alonso, Renault, Britain 2006 Michael Schumacher, Ferrari, USA 2006 Michael Schumacher, Ferrari, Germany 2006 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Turkey 2006 (first race to be won by someone with a used engine in two consecutive years) Michael Schumacher, Ferrari, Italy 2006 Fernando Alonso, Renault, Japan 2006 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Brazil 2006

2006 used engine win total - 9 2006 new engine win total - 9

2007

Fernando Alonso, McLaren, Malaysia 2007 (first driver to have won the same event with used engines twice) Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Spain 2007 Lewis Hamilton, McLaren, Canada 2007 Kimi Raikkonen, Ferrari, France 2007 Fernando Alonso, McLaren, Germany 2007 (second driver to have won the same event with used engines twice) Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Hungary 2007 Fernando Alonso, McLaren, Belgium 2007 Kimi Raikkonen, Ferrari, Japan 2007

2007 used engine win total - 8 2007 new engine win total - 9

Grand total Used engines 25 v 29 New engines

Masters of Used Engines - Drivers

Fernando Alonso (11) Kimi Raikkonen (5) Felipe Massa (4) Michael Schumacher (3) Juan Pablo Montoya (1) Lewis Hamilton (1)

Fernando clearly takes the crown of Master of Used Engines. Admittedly, being in a championship-challenging car for three years in a row does help a little. That said, he is Master or Joint Master of Used Engines in each individual year as well (he shares with Michael Schumacher in 2006, and is the outright winner in both 2005 and 2007). This is quite a statement of skill.

Kimi Raikkonen would probably have done better had his engine been reasonably reliable in 2005 or 2006. Or indeed if he'd ever been on the top step of the podium in 2006. However, he plainly does not require a fresh engine to demonstrate his talent.

Felipe Massa is consistent, having two used-engine victories in both 2006 and 2007 (being in a non-victorious Sauber didn't help his 2005 rating much). Don't be surprised if he shows well in 2008's three-race engine environment.

Juan Pablo Montoya and Lewis Hamilton, in a sense, represent past and future. Juan Pablo used to be an exciting F1 driver. He's still exciting, but he's doing NASCAR now, where they don't mess about with multi-race engines as far as I'm aware. Since he's also refused to return to F1, don't expect him to add to this tally in any series.

If Lewis Hamilton doesn't add any used engine victories in the three-race engine era, then I'm an apple tree. The main reason why he's only had one win in this era is because he didn't compete in 2005 or 2006.

Two drivers have won a race with a new engine in this era without winning one with a used engine: Giancarlo Fisichella and Jenson Button. Jenson is not in the used engine winner list largely because his engine blew in free practise on the Saturday of Hungary 2006. Had it held on, he would a) have had an easier time of winning that race and b) be on the list.

Masters of Used Engines - Teams

Renault (8) McLaren (7) Ferrari (7)

The Masters of Used Engines team award has been hotly contested between three great teams - so hotly that no other team has a single used-engine victory to its credit.

Renault's position in the list is particularly remarkable, since only one driver contributed every single used-engine win to its effort. McLaren and Ferrari required three drivers to achieve their results.

All three of these teams won in two out of the three years the rule was in place.

Poles for Used Engines

Wins with an engine that is minus 10-15bhp are challenging, but what about carving perfect laps with imperfect engines? Surely that's got to be pretty tough.

2005

Fernando Alonso, Renault, Malaysia 2005 (again, first pole at first attempt for used engines) Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, San Marino 2005 (first time a pole-sitting used-engine user didn't win the race pole was obtained in - that comes later for Kimi) Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Monaco 2005 (start of a three-race chain) Nick Heidfeld, Williams, Europe 2005 (first time a used engine is taken to pole by a driver who doesn't win a race with a used engine during the two-engined era) Jarno Trulli, Toyota, Canada 2005 (this three-race chain, ending this race, is the first time a used engine is on pole on consecutive occasions) Fernando Alonso, Renault, France 2005 Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Turkey 2005 Juan Pablo Montoya, McLaren, Belgium 2005

2005 used engine poles: 8 2005 new engine poles: 11

2006

Fernando Alonso, Renault, Monaco 2006 (first race where pole was obtained by someone with a used engine in two consecutive years) Michael Schumacher, Ferrari, USA 2006 Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Germany 2006 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Turkey 2006 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Brazil 2006

2006 used engine poles: 5 2006 new engine poles: 13

2007

Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Malaysia 2007 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Spain 2007 Lewis Hamilton, McLaren, Canada 2007 Felipe Massa, Ferrari, France 2007 Kimi Raikkonen, McLaren, Germany 2007 (first driver to take pole with a used engine at the same race twice) Felipe Massa, Ferrari, Turkey 2007 (second driver to take pole with a used engine at the same race twice) Fernando Alonso, McLaren, Belgium 2007 Lewis Hamilton, McLaren, China 2007

2007 used engine poles: 8 2007 new engine poles: 9

Grand total Used engines 21 v 33 new engines

Clearly new engines are a more significant factor in qualifying than in the race. This was especially the case in 2006, where developments were being completed quickly in anticipation of the 2007 engine homologation rules. Notice that in 2007, new and used engines are more evenly matched in qualifying.

Kings of Used Engine Speed - Drivers

Felipe Massa (6) Kimi Raikonnen (5) Fernando Alonso (4) Lewis Hamilton (2) Nick Heidfeld (1) Jarno Trulli (1) Juan Pablo Montoya (1) Michael Schumacher (1)

There is a lot more competition for this contest than the Master of Used Engines award. The winner of the award is Felipe Massa. He appears to be an expert at teasing speed out of a used engine when qualifying comes around. He was better at it than Michael Schumacher in 2006, and he has held his own in 2007. Very impressive, especially in this era when the pole-sitter often goes on to win.

Kimi Raikkonen's moments of brilliance are more spread out, but you can count on there being at least one in each season. Unfortunately, the poles rarely led to victories (his used-engine victories tended to be born in the adversity of second-row starts - or worse).

Fernando Alonso is a much better racer than he is a qualifier. That said, he won the world championship in 2006 without getting one pole with a used engine, so maybe there's a lesson in that for his rivals…

Lewis Hamilton is, in theory, a better qualifier than racer on used engines. That said, with such a small sample it's difficult to tell.

Michael Schumacher seemed to need a new engine in order to get pole. That didn't stop him from being at the sharp end of the grid a lot of the time, though.

Nick Heidfeld and Jarno Trulli never won a race in the two-engine era despite both getting poles with used engines - surely indicating that both qualify better than they race. While this probably isn't news to Trulli observers, those who observe Heidfeld tend not to mention this when writing about him.

Juan Pablo Montoya's single pole with a used engine is probably because he got most of his poles before the rule was introduced. Qualifying used to be a speciality of his.

Kings of Used Engine Speed - Teams

Ferrari (10) McLaren (7) Renault (3) Williams (1) Toyota (1)

The titans in the 2007 championship fight are the ones that are at the head of this list. That said, the clear Masters of Used Engine Speed are Ferrari, largely because Felipe Massa has driven so many pole laps for them. It's almost as if he needs a used engine before he fully lets himself go. That said, Kimi Raikkonen has also found the Ferrari environment conducive to his natural abilities. Even Michael managed to get pole with a used engine once…

McLaren despite having had four drivers help them get their total, are definitely behind Ferrari. This is largely because none of their drivers got consistent poles in the first place (they kept getting let down by their machinery, then polemeisters Massa and Raikkonen got together at the red team).

Renault can credit their entire presence on this list to Fernando Alonso. Williams and Toyota likewise only had one driver contribute to their totals.

The "It'll Be All Right On The Night" Award for Reliability - Engine Suppliers

BMW (1.67/car/year, 5 total) <1 in Williams; 3 + 1 in BMW Sauber> Renault (1.75/car/year, 7 total) <2 + 2 + 2 in Renault; 1 in Red Bull> Ferrari (3.43/car/year, 24 total) <4 + 8 + 1 in Ferrari; 3 in Sauber; 3 in Red Bull; 0 in Toro Rosso; 5 in Spyker> Toyota (3.5/car/year, 21 total) <1 + 8 + 0 in Toyota; 5 + 3 in Jordan/Midland/Spyker; 4 in Williams> Mercedes (3.67/car/year, 11 total) <8 + 2 + 1 in McLaren> Cosworth (3.75/car/year, 15 total) <1 in Red Bull; 2 + 4 in Minardi/Toro Rosso; 8 in Williams> Honda (4,25/car/year, 21 total) <5 + 8 + 3 in BAR/Honda; 2 + 3 in Super Aguri>

The BMW engines are most likely to be "all right on the night", with Renault closely following. This is a significant factor into both team's successes during the two-engine era - BMW's improvement was helped because it could chase up pesky gearboxes and speed instead of engines. Renault's tendency to stay in one piece helped Fernando Alonso's championship campaigns considerably. Renault is statistically the best engine on offer to customers - lucky Red Bull for having that supply!

There is a large gap to the next engine supplier, then you reach Ferrari. In its own cars the engines have worked quite unreliably until the homologation rules kicked in. That said, three of the eight failures in the works team happened to Felipe Massa during the Malaysian GP weekend, which reduced the pain somewhat. For that matter, apart from Spyker, all its customers got more reliable units than the works team. Maybe the customer engines were slower, but at least the teams could depend on Ferrari to clear out some of the bugs that appear to be inherent in Ferrari engine design.

Toyota is slightly worse than Ferrari, much of which can be attributed to an atrocious run of unreliability in 2006. In general, the customer units do not appear to have had many of the reliability flaws removed - not a good sign, since this means progress is relatively slow.

For all Mercedes developed a lousy reputation for reliability, this would appear to only be justified for 2005. However, eight failures in a year when no other works team had half that many said a lot. Since then, it is clear that lots of effort has been made to send out working units to the drivers, which has been particularly helpful in 2007.

Cosworth was the customer of last resort, which may go some way towards explaining its poor record. Integration into teams was not very high, simply because teams expected to be using another engine as soon as possible and therefore didn't work so well with the engine supplier. Though it is true that lack of money didn't help.

Honda should be embarrassed. Clearly it can send a reasonably reliable unit to customers (as Super Aguri can happily testify), so why can't it send something functional to its own works drivers? No wonder Button and Barrichello look like pulling their hair out at times…

The "It'll Be All Right On The Night" Award for Reliability - Teams

Red Bull (5) Super Aguri (5, across two seasons only) Renault (6) Minardi/Toro Rosso (6) (BMW) Sauber (7) Toyota (9) McLaren (11) Williams (13) Jordan/Midland/Spyker (13) Ferrari (13) BAR/Honda (16)

For the most part, customer teams had more reliable engines than their works providers. The exceptions are Williams and Spyker, who have chopped and changed a lot. Integration, or lack of same, explains their woes quite eloquently.

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i'm a big deal, you should kneel ,

˗ˏˋ 𓂃 (  oscar isaac.  cis man.  he/him ).  meet  victor cortez,  a  forty-three  year  old,  who  has  been  in  cloyne  for  his entire life.  they  are  the mayor  at  cloyne's town hall,  known  for  being  vibrant  and  corrupt.  they  are  often  heard  humming  along  to  i want it all by  queen.  residents  would  describe  them  as  the boss.

and crawl when you approach me .

tw: infidelity

BASICS:

NAME : victor manuel cortez ALIAS: vic GENDER: cis man ORIENTATION: heterosexual AGE :  43 DATE  OF  BIRTH : april 10, 1981 PLACE OF BIRTH :  cloyne, ontario EDUCATION :  master's degree in political science OCCUPATION : mayor of cloyne ( in his 3rd term ) FACECLAIM :  oscar isaac

PHYSICAL:

HAIR COLOR :  salt and pepper EYE  COLOR :  brown HEIGHT :  5'11 FACIAL HAIR: beard and mustache SCENT :  expensive cologne, faint smell of cuban cigars, spearmint gum CLOTHING :  very professional and put together in public ; sweatpants at home

INTERNAL:

POSITIVE  TRAITS : intelligent, charismatic, well-traveled, family oriented, confident NEGATIVE TRAITS :  arrogance, prone to retaliation, wandering eye   

FAMILY:

FATHER :  miguel cortez ( deceased ) MOTHER :  elena aldana ( alive , 64 ) SIBLINGS :  silvia cortez ( alive, 38 ) EX WIFE :  --- calvin ( alive, 49 ) CURRENT WIFE: amara morales cortez ( alive, 36 ) CHILDREN: julian cortez ( alive, 22 ) , emilio cortez ( alive, 21 ), mateo cortez ( alive, 7 ) , clara cortez ( alive, 7 )

SUMMARY:

1) a first generation canadian citizen, victor was born to wealthy immigrants who had made their fortune in guatemala in real estate. they continued this success when they migrated to canada, allowing for victor to live a very comfortable life. 2) victor had an interest in politics from a very young age and already knew by the age of eight that he wanted to rise in political ranks. he attended college in toronto, moving back to cloyne after graduation so he could start his own family and career. 3) while in college, victor married a woman who was six years older. despite the bit of an age gap, the two had fallen head over heels and married quickly after meeting. they would go on to have two boys. 4) victor served on the school board for many years until deciding to run for mayor. he won the election and was now serving as the town's youngest mayor. unfortunately, it was during his first term as mayor that he began to have an affair with his younger assistant, amara morales, after years of issues between himself and his wife. 5) eventually, rumors began to spread about victor and his assistant. he naturally denied such allegations, though when he divorced his wife and married amara within a year of each other, it seemed the rumors were likely true. 6) with amara, victor has fathered a set of twins, a girl and a boy. his relationship with his oldest two sons is complicated due to the nature of the divorce, while he's an adoring, attentive father with the twins. 7) despite questionable choices in his personal life, victor has made great changes for the town of cloyne, leading to a third election win. he's still the subject of many whispers, but the votes still come in regardless of judgement. 8) power and money have gone to victor's head. there are rumors he's bribed law enforcement and others to protect friends and family members, but nobody has solid proof. 9) now that murders have begun to spring up in their small town, victor has promised the people that he and the police will do all they can to protect the people and find out who is responsible for such terrible crimes.