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GOODBYES ARE BITTERSWEET | Sebastian Vettel ✩₊˚.⋆ PART 2: LOVING HIM WAS RED [PREVIOUS PART] [NEXT PART]

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ferrari sebastian vettel x ex gf!female reader

word count: 3972

summary: seb, after not knowing about her for almost five years, finds out that y/n just went viral on youtube after posting a song that might be written about him

warnings: settled on april 2018 and narrated on seb's pov. curse words, mentions of sex and one night stands. apart from that, just a little bit of background story from seb and reader's relationship

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a/n: i know i'm supposed to be posting oscar fics but migraine is killing me today (been quite stressed for the past few days i believe). in the meantime, as i already had it written, here you have part 2 of goodbyes are bittersweet! hope you liked it as much as you liked part 1 (even if it's a bit different). part 3 coming tomorrow if you want so? PLEASE let me know your thoughts and opinions in comments! feedback is appreciated, as well as reblogs <3

2018 April 27th Baku, Azerbaijan

Sebastian

I woke up as soon as I felt the sun’s rays hitting me in the face, and at the same moment I noticed a surprisingly strange warmth next to me, in bed.

I looked at my phone and saw that it was already half-past seven in the morning. Not only had I realized that my alarm hadn’t gone off and I had overslept by an hour and a half, but it was also Y/N’s birthday.

Like every year, there was no response from her to the email I had scheduled to be sent at midnight.

After almost five years of knowing the bare minimum about her and having seen her a couple of times from afar in Heppenheim, I knew why, deep down, I kept doing it. I still loved her as much as the first day, or even more. I hoped for a reunion where we could tell each other about our lives and start a simple friendship as if nothing had happened, as if she hadn’t chosen to leave my life and act like she didn’t know me.

I decided to turn over to see what was getting closer and closer to me, almost pushing me off the bed. It wasn’t hard to find myself face to face with blue eyes that were not the green ones I had dreamed of that night.

Suddenly, memories from just a few hours ago started to form in my mind. A few beers I shouldn’t have had at a local pub just because I wanted to escape the blurry memory of Y/N were responsible for me meeting this charming young woman with a wonderful smile.

My head couldn’t piece together how we ended up here, but I suppose her insistence, my invitation for her to accompany me to the hotel, and possibly a taxi ride I paid for were the final results of the goal to escape reality.

This had been my routine since I realized my ex-girlfriend wasn’t coming back into my life. I didn’t like being this way, and although I had tried to find a stable partner, kindness, fun and a temporary refuge had been the best way to try to forget Y/N Y/L/N, who always found a way to slip into my thoughts at the least expected moment.

I quickly got out of bed and, almost without thinking and without needing to undress, jumped into the shower and did my best to let the warm water make me forget everything I had allowed to happen the night before. I closed my eyes and let myself go as much as I could. I tried to organize my thoughts and find the easiest possible way out of the problem I had gotten myself into, but it was impossible to find one that worked.

I got out of there faster than I would have liked. When I returned to the room, with just the towel wrapped around my waist, leaving my entire torso exposed, I found the person I had been avoiding at all costs.

The brunette was already stretching in bed, dawdling and, surely, not wanting to leave.

“Would you mind leaving?”

My rhetorical question made her just look at me in surprise, her eyes still sleepy.

“Why, Seb? Can’t we spend the day together? I could go with you to the paddock and repeat what we did last night in your room or whatever you call it,” she suggested with a playful smile. “You know as well as I do that it would be fun.”

I felt a knot forming in my stomach at her suggestion. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed her company or was forbidden to do so, but the simple fact of knowing who was turning thirty today, and that this exact proposal was something I used to do with her...

“I don’t think it’s a good idea...”

Damn, I didn’t remember her name.

“Alessia.”

“That’s it, Alessia,” I confirmed. “You know how these things are and what it could mean for us to be seen together. We could meet another day as... friends.”

Neither my response nor hers were what the other expected. After hearing her name, I remembered the brief introduction she gave me: a musician just starting out and a member of a highly successful Italian orchestra.

An Italian version of Y/N and, unfortunately for me and possibly the blonde, a successful one.

“The way you moaned my name last night so many times is not something friends usually do. You made me feel special last night. A lot, in fact.”

“I’m sorry, Alessia, that wasn’t what I meant,” I clarified, my cheeks blushing slightly at her statement. “I hope you enjoyed what we did last night, but it’s time for you to get dressed and go back to your hotel or wherever you’re staying. I have to go to work,” I added, trying not to succumb to her obvious charms.

After several more attempts to convince me, the girl finally resigned herself and reluctantly accepted my suggestion. I felt uncomfortable when she threw off the sheets and began to gather her clothes, completely naked. I felt even worse as I watched her slow and deliberate movements, as if she were prolonging the inevitable farewell and trying to arouse me.

I bit my lip and refrained from doing or saying anything when she asked for help zipping up her dress. I could have said no, but I didn’t want to seem rude, especially considering that the time I spent with her had made me feel just as I had with my ex-girlfriend.

Once we were finished, the Italian approached me with determination. Before I could react, her lips sought mine with clear intention. I instinctively turned my face, causing the kiss to land on my cheek instead of my lips.

“Alessia…”

What could I say in a situation like this? Did she deserve the hurt I was going to cause her even though we had only had a night of wild sex, like so many others I had had with other girls?

“I’m sorry,” she murmured hastily, looking away. “I thought… you know, that we could have something more than just a one-night stand.”

My heart sank at her words, and as I had already foreseen, because it always happened in these cases, guilt overwhelmed me.

I knew I had been unfair to her by allowing this to happen, by letting her believe there could be something more between us, and that the problem was hers when the only one to blame was me, who hadn’t gotten over the love of my life after four years, now closer to five, of no contact.

“Alessia, you’re an incredible person,” I began to say, trying to find the right words and not hurt her more, “but right now, all I want to focus on is my work and working on myself. It wouldn’t be fair for you to be part of all this and end up getting hurt.”

“I understand,” she said softly, nodding with a sadness that, although expected, still surprised me. “Thank you for letting me spend this night with you, Sebastian.”

I felt overwhelmed and at the same time a great mixture of relief and remorse as I watched her leave without even looking back.

When enough time had passed to be sure I wouldn’t run into her, I went down to the hotel lobby still feeling that heaviness invading me. I tried to shake off all of them, but as soon as I saw Britta standing in front of the entrance, arms crossed and with an angry look fixed on me, I knew it was going to be difficult.

“Sebastian, again?” she asked, full of frustration.

“Yes, and I’m not going to apologize for something I don’t regret,” I replied sincerely, knowing there was no way to avoid the upcoming conversation.

“Are you going to keep playing this game much longer?” she reproached as she quickened her pace, trying not to cause too much of a scene or draw attention. “You’ve gone longer than I’d like to say without settling down.”

“I will when I get tired of sleeping with girls I don’t know, I suppose. Having sex is good for health, you know? Be thankful I don’t cause you many problems after these nights.”

Britta sighed, and I knew my response was making her lose the little patience she had left.

“I know you didn’t ask for my opinion, but I think what would make you tired of sleeping with strangers almost every Grand Prix week would be to have some kind of interaction with Y/N.”

The mention of the blonde’s name made the wave of emotions I had tried to bury for years resurface, hitting me suddenly.

“You know I can’t do that. It’s impossible. I’ve tried, but she doesn’t want to cooperate.”

“You should at least try once again, at least. I know there’s nothing, nor anyone, who can change her mind,” and it was true. Y/N was the most stubborn person, for better or worse, that I had ever met in my life. “But I also know that if you keep avoiding facing your feelings and trying to forgive yourself for what happened, you’ll never find the peace you’re not only wishing for but also deserving of.”

“I know, Britta, but…”

“But what, Sebastian? It’s just that…”

“Have you ever heard of the invisible string theory?”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the change of subject and possibly for not letting her finish. She slowed her pace, and for the first time in the short time we had been together that day, I felt calm and even understood.

“Yes, I’ve heard something about that,” she said after a few seconds that felt eternal. “What does that have to do with getting over your ex-girlfriend?”

“Well, everything, really,” I declared. “Y/N and I dated, if you can even call it that, for ten days during Christmas of ’99. She was 11, and I was 12, and I was a bit stupid because I ended up breaking up with her when I fell for a classmate who had just moved to Heppenheim and who eventually started dating my cousin.”

“But…”

“Then Y/N and I became friends again,” I continued, trying not to let her interrupt my impromptu speech, “and it took six years until she told me she loved me. I didn’t want to admit my feelings and decided that not talking to her for four months was the best, not even to offer my condolences after her grandmother’s death… And look, in the end, I asked her to go out with me!”

My PR sighed, possibly tired of hearing that story once again, a story I never got tired of telling because sometimes reality was weirder than fiction.

“I’m going to tell you what I’ve always told you since Y/N left, and I don’t care if you don’t want to hear it: you’re still clinging to the hope that everything will go back to how it was, even though you know it’s not possible,” she said without a hint of doubt. “Even if you ran into her and had a deep conversation, your lives have changed. At least yours has, and I’m sure hers has too.”

“I mentioned the invisible string theory because I feel like there’s something else. I feel, besides there being something unknown that ties us together for some reason, that the third time's the final one,” I finally confessed.

My confession seemed to have caught her off guard. Now, she slowed, and she was passing her accreditation to enter the paddock much more slowly than she usually did.

Maybe she was right, that I was holding on too tightly to the hope that everything would go back to how it was before, but I had been dreaming about Y/N again for many nights after months without doing so. It had never happened before, but the last few days had felt like she had never left my life and had always been there, just apart.

The last time I had that feeling it ended with me seeing her from a distance playing with a little girl she was probably babysitting to earn some extra money.

Obviously, I didn’t dare to approach her because she seemed... happy. Quite happy, actually.

“I’d like to keep talking about this, but I want you to stop thinking about Y/N, at least for a few hours, and focus on today,” my PR’s change in tone let me know she was serious. “We have a lot to do.”

“Then enlighten me, master.”

“First, you have a meeting with the team to discuss possible strategies for practice and what might work for tomorrow’s qualifying,” the blonde began to explain, taking out her planner and going over the day’s schedule. “Then I think you have an interview with SkySports with Nico Rosberg, and maybe a talk for a collaboration with a brand, but I have to check that again.”

“What time am I supposed to meet with the engineers?”

“Around nine-thirty, but...”

I yawned, not bothering to cover my mouth as my PR continued talking. The heaviness in my eyelids was getting worse, and I felt the exhaustion from the previous night starting to take its toll. I looked at my phone and saw that, unfortunately, it was only eight-fifteen.

Was the day going by that slowly?

“Understood,” I replied, pretending I had been paying attention to everything Britta had said. “By the way, do you mind if I go to my driver’s room to have some rest?”

“Sebastian...”

“I had a fantastic night,” I admitted, causing her to cross her arms and once again look at me with a stern expression, “but I didn’t sleep at all, and if I want to perform well, I need to sleep at least for a bit.”

“You have forty-five minutes at most,” the blonde snapped. “Don’t you dare be late, or we’ll have problems. Set your alarm and make sure your phone is on in case someone calls you.”

It won’t be Y/N, that’s for sure.

“I will, don’t worry.”

I left Britta after exchanging a few more words with her and hurried as much as I could. With every step I took, I felt more tired. I knew I should have slept at least six hours, but I succumbed to the temptation last night to, why not say it, have a good time and, as was more than obvious and had become routine since 2014, try to succeed in the mission of forgetting Y/N on her birthday.

Another year, it had been impossible.

I didn’t know if it was due to lack of sleep or lack of attention, but the voices around me seemed increasingly distant. The only thing I could hear as I walked through the pit lane was a growing murmur where the words “viral” and “song” seemed to be the main topics, especially from the mouths of Max, Daniel, and I’d swear Charles.

“Have you heard this song?” I heard Verstappen say. I stopped when the first piano chords began to play. “It’s like a pandemic; it’s everywhere.”

“I don’t know who the girl singing is, but she’s incredibly talented,” Ricciardo continued. “Do we know who...?”

“You don’t know if it’s a girl!” Leclerc reproached, hitting the Australian on the arm. “What if it’s a guy with a high voice?”

I laughed at the younger guys' antics, wondering if my former teammates saw me that way when I was their age.

Losing him was blue like i’d never known Missing him was dark gray all alone Forgetting him was like trying to know somebody you never met Cos’ loving him was red

If my eyes were almost closing automatically, after hearing the chorus, or whatever it was called, it felt like I had taken an energy drink that had woken me up.

The moment that voice, both raspy and sweet at the same time, penetrated my ear, my hair stood on end. Its familiarity was incredible… but no, it couldn't be her. It was impossible.

"God damn, who can play the piano while singing?"

"I have two questions," Daniel blurted out, ignoring Charles' words. "The first one is who the fuck it could be, and the second is how the hell they've gotten so much attention out of nowhere."

It's Y/N, who else could it be, I thought.

I tried to control all kinds of thoughts that were running through my head. I knew my ex-girlfriend's voice perfectly, and the one coming from the Dutchman's phone was quite similar to hers.

"Maybe it's a marketing strategy. At least that's what Fernando thinks," Max always had the Spaniard's name in his mouth. "What if it's a marketing strategy by some record label? It could be a plan to generate interest in an artist or a song."

"I highly doubt it. If they wanted to do that, the YouTube account wouldn't be named 151206010614."

Lewis appeared next to me out of nowhere. Quickly taking off his headphones, he also unplugged them from his phone, letting the song play at full volume.

"Seb, are you okay?" insisted the Brit.

"Yes, yes. I was just a bit distracted," I hurried to say.

He didn't seem very satisfied with my answer, but I didn't care. The only thing I was thinking about at that moment was how much I wanted to get to the hospitality area, and how much I wanted to take a micro-nap at this point.

"Are you also distracted thinking about that anonymous person?"

"I can't be distracted by someone I know nothing about other than what I've heard from them," I replied, pointing to the three drivers who were still engrossed in the conversation about the topic.

"I've managed to hear a bit, yes," replied the dark-haired one. "I think I understand music a little more than they do. I'm almost sure it has nothing to do with a record label, and that someone simply uploaded it without any expectations. And look how it went from them."

I looked at him intrigued, understanding little to nothing of what he was saying.

"Since you look confused, I'll explain a bit," Hamilton continued, realizing that I didn't seem to understand much. "It seems they uploaded this song, which happens to be called Red, to YouTube," he hit play and put it on again, now from the beginning, "It seems to be about a failed relationship, but no one knows who sings it or what the real story behind it is."

"Does no one really know anything?" I insisted, finding the situation very strange.

Why was the voice only familiar to me? Could it be because today was Y/N's birthday, and everything reminded me of her much more than usual?

"The only thing we know is that the song is wonderful. Really, I don't know who’s behind this, but if they discover that girl, if it is a girl, and give her a chance, I’m almost sure she can achieve great things."

We decided to move a bit further down the pit lane, exchanging a few words with those we met. Lewis kept talking about the song. I couldn't stop thinking and analyzing the melody, the lyrics, the voice, and especially the user. I knew there was something hidden behind that combination of numbers, and now the priority of sleeping a bit before the first free practice session had taken a back seat.

I tried all possible combinations. Numbers from front to back, in pairs, trios, and even quartets, but nothing seemed to convince me. While the melody of Red continued to resonate from the Mercedes driver's iPhone, my mind kept trying to get the information because something inside me, which was nothing like the feeling I had every April 27th, knew it was Y/N.

I managed to come up with the supposed answer shortly after, recalling some of the important dates for us. If I divided the username into three different sections, with two pairs of numbers each, the first one corresponded to June 15th, 2006.

That was the day I asked Y/N to be my girlfriend.

If that was right, the second pair of numbers corresponded to January 12th, 2014. I was no longer dating Y/N at that time, but I knew her perfectly, and not to brag, but I was convinced that date must be extremely important to her if it was alongside our anniversary.

I wish I could know what it is that about.

“Are you listening to me?”

Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now, gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head

In burning red

I ignored Lewis after hearing, for the first time paying extremely attention, that bridge.

Somehow, the song described my feelings perfectly, and I didn’t know why I felt that way. I couldn’t let go of Y/N, not when she had been, and still was, the love of my life.

I entered WhatsApp almost automatically and went into Y/N's profile. She had no profile picture, but I knew perfectly well that it was her because her contact was still saved with the same name. I quickly wrote to her that I knew it was her hiding behind the song and that somehow, I knew she was talking about me.

I saw Britta approaching us quickly. She was also engrossed in her phone, her fingers constantly moving over it. I didn’t pay much attention to her because once I showed my desperation to Y/N, I moved on to conveying it to Hanna, trying to convince her to reveal that it was her best friend.

“Seb, we need to talk,” Roeske hurried to say, almost out of breath. Her gaze was still fixed on her device.

“Britta, I can’t right now, I’m sending…”

“Sebastian Vettel, this is serious.”

When she yanked the phone from my hands and I made eye contact with her, I assumed things didn’t seem to be going very well. The moment she turned her gaze to Lewis and he walked away, patting me on the shoulder, I knew.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, quite angry. “Why are you acting like a neurotic who seems to have lost a million euros on a ridiculous bet?”

“I don’t want you to answer anything related to that song that went viral, Red. I’m telling you, Sebastian, don’t you dare answer anything about that damn song.”

And again, this was another sign that happened to make me feel like I hadn’t gone crazy.

“Sebastian, trust me,” Britta remained firm in her expression, crossing her arms. “I don’t want you to get into trouble because the song was uploaded by…”

“Y/N.”

I saw the answer in her eyes. I knew her and knew she longed to answer me and at the same time, she didn’t.

Britta knew that, but I also had the feeling she seemed to want to hide something.

“It’s her the one singing, right?” I insisted, but she didn’t answer. “Britta, please: tell me.”

I was desperate, and it was more than obvious. A sigh and a few seconds filled with uncertainty preceded her response:

“If you already know, why do you ask me? You know the sunshine of your life, as you still call her, much better than I do. Of course it’s Y/N,” she revealed, lifting a great weight off my shoulders and, above all, making me believe I could have faith in the future.

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itsblasttothepast · 2 months ago

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Since most press and F1 pages hate Checo, he barely gets acknowledged when he gets nice things or others actually think he deserves praise. So I'll share this that made my heart swoon and be so happy for pookie.

Today it was posted that Checo got a gift in Azerbaijan:

Translation:

HONOR THE KING OF BAKU WITH AN AUTHENTIC WORK OF ART!

The traditional Dragon carpet was given to Checo Pérez, in tribute to his victories on the Baku circuit.

"I present to you the unique reinterpretation of the traditional Dragon rug, which combines centuries-old symbolism of Azerbaijani culture with modern design"

"This piece is made even more special by incorporating the colors of the Mexican flag with a tribute to Sergio Pérez's victory in Baku. A fusion of history and personal history, this unique design brings meaning and beauty to any space"

It was a high honor, unfortunately still got hate comments, I can't believe people!

Anyway, this is so nice, he totally deserves it, and tomorrow when he wins for the third time, it will be amazing!

Video: Here and Here

#you totally deserve this pookie #the king of baku #sergio perez #checo perez #baku 2024

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keelt9 · 4 months ago

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Chapter 9

Masterlist

I practically isolated myself from my cell phone. I keep practicing even when Max is in town, we spend time together and disconnect from the world. Max doesn’t have a race schedule these two weeks and by the third, the same week they are waiting for me at home he has race week.

“I really want to go with you.” Max complains as he closes my suitcase, I leave a day before him. “I mean, Checo can cover me.” I laugh because I already heard that conversation, Checo was more than willing to help.

“It’s ok, I think it's good practice.” Max raises his eyebrow. “How will our relationship be apart, like really being apart?”

The conversation I had with Liam a couple of days ago shook my head. The federation was ok with this relation as long as it doesn’t interfere with my performance, he said between lines if they see I start to go down for this… They won’t shake their hand to cut me.

I know that.

“Hey, it’s going to be fine, we’ll figure this out.” He kisses my temple and hugs me, but the breath he holds makes me know he is questioning is the same as me.

On Thursday at 1:00 pm, they set my last examination, that gives me 3 full days to keep practicing, relax and take things calmly.

At home all act pretty normal, congratulate me but not with too much excitement, they know I am playing something big that week and that’s the main topic.

“Feel the air Y/N, don’t rush.” Olivia says standing next to me, I don’t have the sling so everytime I shoot an arrow the bow falls from my hands. I take air and make the release.

The arrow hit the small circle, 10. “Pretty nice shot!” Matt screams as he takes a view of the arrow. “Again!”

We’ve been practicing for 3 hours with an intense sun, the reason why from time to time we put ice bags in our heads and back for cooling down. My test is tomorrow and we want to be ready for any kind of weather.

We empty our quivers and finish the practice. “Ok, let’s rest, tomorrow you have your big day.” Olivia said as she grabbed the ice bag and put it on her head, she grabbed my hand. “You get through this, don't worry.”

I pressed my lips together, failing means I’m out two years, that’s way too much for an athlete.

“Rest, see you tomorrow.” Matt said, grabbing his bag after picking all the stuff.

Max is in Baku for the GP of Azerbaijan, the time difference doesn't help. I tried to call him but he will probably be really busy. Even when I tried to stay awake, I felt my body giving up and fell asleep.

I checked the message as I was eating my breakfast. I didn't hear my father until he made me put down my cell phone.

“Just focus on the test all right.” He kissed my head. “Don't pout today.” I scoff.

He’s right, I must be really focused and calm. My parents insisted on taking me to the federation, even though I prefer going alone.

“Don't save anything for later.” My mom hugs me before letting me go and Mia can do it too.

“Go Robin Hood girl.” She pushed me towards my father.

“Breath feels the air in your lungs…” He squeezed my cheeks. “And give it a good shot.”

Liam arrives early along with Robert. I put the chest guard on before smiling at the small lion. Robert helps me to adjust the finger tab, I bandage my fingers and with my mind focused on one thing, I can do this.

“Take a couple of minutes, we will talk with the directors.” He gives me my phone. “You can call anyone but after this must be with me, ok?”

I nod while waiting for him to leave the room, I dial the number of Max but he didn't pick the first time, the second time either and by the third time I hear the girls coming.

“Please answer.” I whisper to no one.

Olvia and Charlotte entered with soft eyes on their faces. “Sorry, we interrupt?” Charlotte asks, my eyes stuck to the phone.

“No, no.” We don't need words, they hug me showing all their support and love.

“You got this.” Olivia says, patting my shoulder.

“We are proud of you.” Charlotte completes Olivia's words.

The test is outdoors; the tents at the side of the shot line, all the equipment tracking with a high precision, ready to go. Same rules as competition just with a “small” twist.

“We want a win” You're kidding me! “Matthew is our best archer now, what better way to prove you are approaching your best moment than to beat the best.” Ana is so relaxed.

“All right.” Liam and Robert smiled, before going back were the directors, Charlotte, Olivia , the male team and our coaches waiting.

The first round was for him, 4 points of difference. By the second round I took small breaths as we practiced and released, both got the same points. For our last arrow of the round I see him hitting the yellow circle; two seconds later the screen marks 9, he gives me two options, 9 for match, 10 for win.

I pull the bowstring feeling the burn of the shot already, a small breeze makes the keyring move along the arrow flying in the air. The screen point 10. This round is mine.

I turn to my back seeing Matt smile fist tight, he’s happy. The third round was exhausting, Matt didn't move from 9 and 10, one more time, same scores for both. The last arrow, Matt takes it with clam hitting the 10, I can hear the gasp of Liam even though he's far away, he cage me it's a draw or I lose.

I grip the bow feeling everything in slow motion, I hear the bowstring and feel the small air flush the arrow left, and then all rush.

10, the screen lights on, 10. I’m shaking with adrenaline in my body.

Ana and William walk to the target watching closer the holes, Liam puts his arm around my shoulder. I give all, it's upon them.

Walking back they keep watching their notes. “Well… that's pretty exciting.” William says taking notes, not saying another word.

Ana closes her notebook, unable to read. “You didn't win, that's a fact.”

Damn it.

“Nevertheless, you give us a tight first competition, better than the old times.” She looks at William.

I got down my head, I'm not coming back. “I hope this week back in England will be enough.” Liam tosses my shoulder. I feel tears in my eyes. “Because we hope to see you here every day.”

“Welcome back Y/N, I'm pretty excited to have you back.” I jump, hugging Liam who practically carries me avoiding a fall.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I jump over William and Ana. “You won't regret it, I promise!”

I let them go because the male team carried me screaming in happiness.

“WE'RE FUCKING COMPLETE!” Charlotte screams covering her mouth, we are not alone yet. “Sorry.” Her coach pulled her for a hug, making us laugh.

We’re about to leave the field when I checked my cell phone again after the test, 8 missing calls and dozens of messages from Max. I won’t call him, tomorrow he has a race and he will probably be asleep.

“Y/N, let’s go, your parents will be dying to see you.” Liam said walking with all the team.

At home my parents prepare a special lunch for celebration. We know this week will be the last days of full rest before reintegrating to the team completely. Around 2 AM, the incessant buzz of my phone makes me answer half sleep.

“I’m so sorry, the interviews lasted longer than I expected. I tried to call you but you’re probably in the test, but I read your message.” He stops for breath. “I’m so proud of you, congratulations!”

I giggle as I sit in my bed. “Thank you. But hey, I could wait until the race finished.” I hear the noise of the paddock. In the morning races, he doesn’t have a chance to breathe, he goes up and down, to one side the other, talking with his team, doing some exercise and a lot of things he’s requested to do.

“I can’t.” He giggles but I hear someone call him too. “Fuck, I have to go, I’ll see you soon, all right?”

“Drive safe, ok?” I had doubts about saying something.

“Rest, I’ll call you when I win.” Both of us laughed.

Before leaving Milton Keynes, Liam and I know we owe more than a big thank you to Anton, so we decided to prepare a special present. The last day before finally coming home, we wait for him in the apartment, where we prepare a special dinner.

“Here.” I put a big bag for him to take. Anton’s face screams excitement and increases with every single thing he pulls it out. We sent to customize a shirt, a cap specially embroidered for Mia, and the most significant for me.

“An arrow.” He pulls out the frame, but Liam shakes his head before speaking.

“Not a simple arrow.” He points to the side where you can read. <For a hero> Anton raises his sight to us. “It’s the arrow which this girl hit almost the perfect 10.”

“I don’t have words to thank you for all the patience, effort, teamwork and care you had with me.” Anton is visibly emotional. “We’re leaving but, we don’t find another way to say what you mean to us.”

Anton stands and hugs me, a few tears in his eyes. “You’re leaving and you making me cry, what a plan.” He cleared his throat. “You better invite me for the Olympics.” Liam and I laughed.

“Deal.”

The time was chaotic. I went to Monaco for two weeks where I met Max's family and all treated me kindly, with a clear curiosity of how all this happened. Unfortunately I am just able to go to the GP of Singapore before one more time my world draws me out.

We received good comments, words of support and scream when this time I waited for Max with all his team after he finished his race in 1st place.

But late at night things…well, like all, change, in the social media, small questions started to emerge with a video of my injury, the bad competitions sometimes the team had and the struggle we could face in our way to qualify.

“Fools.” Max said before sitting next to me. “Don’t tell me, you take this seriously?”

He probably doesn't understand but, archery is not the F1, you don’t have this level of attention and hate around; a simple action like go and support your boyfriend here is a brand new information.

“It’s not that, it’s complicated.” He grabs my face so I can talk but looking at him. “I don’t want to let anyone down.”

He smiles softly at me. “And you won’t, you never do.” He gives me a quick peck. “You are already the best to me.”

Nevertheless, the storm never waits.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” All the archery team is reunited for big news that changes all the plans.

With the rumor that I could be out another year, most of the teams wants to take the lead to qualify this year with their best archers, planning to take us out; so to aggressive actions, aggressive response. The directors announced individually, they will be searching for the qualification this year too, leaving the team and couple qualifications only, for the next year.

“Y/N is not ready.” Robert says, I see Liam but he nods. “At least not for searching for a qualification alone.”

William nodded. “She must wait for the first competition of the year, we know that, that’s why the team's qualifications must be for this year, we need to make sure the rest of you are already in.”

“Guys, you’re ready, don’t worry about it, but if we let the rest of the teams let their best go with the focus we’re not competing for the qualifications, this could turn ugly.” Marie Anne ads.

All looking at each other, I know what I’m going to say will put me in an exposed situation but it’s my contribution to the team.

“I’ll go with you.” All quickly turn their eyes to me. “Robert its’ right I’m not looking for my place but you saw me, I can compete and probably win.” Olivia chuckles but it isn't a sarcastic laugh, it's a proud one. “Let me try.”

Matt took a deep breath and put his hands over the table. “She almost won.�� He is supporting me too, making Charlotte raise her hand before speaking.

“She can easily get in the first five.” Rachel knew it by reading the determination in my eyes.

“I’ll be happy to step out, I mean, I need a rest.” All laughs and she winks at me, she is ok with these.

Ana and William look at each other, poker face all the time, they see all in the room.

“It’s going to be like being in war Y/N.” I nod. “But if we want to take them off-guard, this is the kind of move we need.” Ana takes a deep breath. “Let’s do it.”

Liam smiles at me. “You’re in for Mexico.”

That’s the beginning of the storm, my parents were so happy and proud, still knew it’s a bold move, but something we must do. Max was happy too, but we know what it means, my time of coming and going to my pleasure is over, the real challenge begins before we thought.

The training intensified but I could feel myself getting in better shape; my shoulder felt strong, the love I have for what I do increased and it’s obvious for the way I do my shot. The competition in Mexico is in November that gives me at least two months to perfect what I still miss.

We try to keep in contact most of the time but inevitably our times start to not fit, making it hard to keep a call for more than 10 minutes and seeing each other is almost impossible.

“It’s ok, I mean, we expect that, right?” Max tries to come for the competition, but Red Bull refuse to let him make a last minute flight, even if he is in Austin.

“I’ll be out for one day, it’s not even a full day, I’ll be back in the night.” He is clearly frustrated but he forgot he had a night dinner with important people, “Fuck.” He whispered.

I’m waiting in the departure room, but I hear the first call to our flight. “Babe, I have to go, it’s ok, you can watch it from the internet, I will make sure they send you the link.”

Max bluffs. “That's not what I want.” I feel my heart squeeze but we don’t have options. “I’m sorry shatje. I really do.”

Olivia makes me sign for us aboard. “I know, I’m sorry too, I’ll text when we land.” I try to comfort him knowing it’s useless.

But our arrival turned into something unexpected, the news about the reporters saw me in the airport with the team stoke the flame, in Mexico the reporters asking the same questions over and over again, why I go and if I don’t expect to go for the qualifier.

My parents and Mia arrived Friday night, our competitions will be Sunday morning, trying to avoid the hot afternoons but also the cold nights of Mexico.

<I’ll be watching you, go and hit that tiny little circle.> Max texted me, we tried to call each other that morning, but every 4 seconds we were interrupted so we gave up and text each other.

The place of the competitions is a fantastic place, a nice ��plaza” where you can see a big old building, a baroque style on both sides of where we stand for the competition. It's a windy morning but with a beautiful sky over us. I see my parents quickly in the morning and wish me success sending me back with the team with a kiss.

When we arrive the cameras and microphones turn to me and the team but I have one rule for which I receive bad comments along all my career. I try not to talk with them before and after a competition, why add stress on a challenging day?

I will compete against girls that improve a lot this year, but Liam is confident about the result. Matt, like is expected, is looking for the qualification with all his teammates, and the girls getting the first place will be looking to qualify before the year ends in Panama.

I keep patting the floor with my feet as the competition goes on, Olivia and Charlotte will be competing tomorrow like one of the boys. Today is Matt, one of his teammates and me.

“I’m sweating.” Olivia grabs my hand. “Oh god!” I put my head between my legs.

One of the officials makes the call for the next archers, finally I hear my name; after I stand, I receive claps and good wishes from all that keep sitting there. In my walk I crossed with Matt who finished in first place, a golden medal for him and his ticket to the Olympics.

He hugs me and kisses my head. “You can do it.” I smile before I go, still shaking.

The ceremony takes place with an anxious, squeeze my fist every second. The official gave us the last indications, and the rules we all know. I’ll start in second.

The first round wasn't for me. I knew it, I’m nervous and all my shots go straight to 8 and 9. At the end of it, I thought Liam will give me indications of what to do, but he grabs my arm and looks straight into my eyes.

“We’re here, we walked a long and tiring path, believe if we go with a loss, it’s not a failure for the federation, it’s for you because you are more than capable than that.” He pointed at the target. “I’m proud of you.” I raise my eyes. “You are the best for me.”

Those words remind me of Max and the small lion I have in my chest guard. He smiles at me when we hear the sound for we take our position one more time.

I open my eyes. “Believe more people than you think, want you down.”

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"Fuck fuck fuck" I mumble repeatedly as I pace the floor. It's qualifying day for the Azerbaijan Grand Prix and Lando is out in Q1 through no fault of his own. He's going to be fuming and I can't be there for him. His family are at home and his best friend also isn't there. I'm gutted there is no one there for him. I feel helpless.

"It'll be a tough race tomorrow but if he gets his head down he can get himself well into the points" Ryan says knowing exactly what I'm thinking. I'm grateful my friends understand the sport and support my relationship with Lando. They understand my stress when I can't be at a race and I'm hundreds of miles away from him.

"I need to try and speak to him" I instantly try to call Lando but it goes to voicemail which I guess is understandable as he'll have media duties. He's going to get questioned so much about starting in P17 but everyone knows it wasn't him or the car at fault. Sending him a text asking to ring when we can all I can do now is wait.

The wait feels like it's forever, every minute feeling slower than the last. I'm trying to enjoy my night in with my friends but every few seconds my mind goes back to Lando. I've seen the footage online of him walking around the paddock and from his body language I can tell he's not happy but I don't want to be that annoying girlfriend who phones all of the time especially because I know it will only annoy Lando more. After a few agonising hours my phone eventually starts ringing. Leaving my friends in the cinema room, I walk into the kitchen to talk to Lando alone.

"Hi Lando how you feeling or is that a daft question?"

"It's a daft question but I feel better for speaking to you before I go to bed" I can hear the disappointment in Lando's voice and it kills me. I just want to be with him.

"I'm sorry about what happened today"

"It's shit but it is what it is baby I just have to make the best of it tomorrow. I wish you were here though. Races are always better when you're in the paddock"

"I know Lando, I wish I was there with you. I'm doing what I can to be able to come to Austin with you" I know it's not possible to be in Singapore but I have a few weeks to be able to plan holidays to get to Austin for the race.

"It would be amazing to have you there. I feel like I have to win for you and perform better when you're there"

"Babe you don't have to prove yourself to me" listening to Lando I know he's overthinking what has happened today "I know how incredible you are and how hard you work. As long as you want me I'm going to be cheering you on whether it's from the garage, in the grandstands or at home like I'm going to be tomorrow I'm going to be your biggest support"

"I can't wait to see you Lu" I continue my conversation with Lando for another 15 minutes or so until he decides he needs to sleep due to the time difference. Now I've actually spoken to him I feel better but I am nervous for tomorrow.

The next day we all gather in front of the TV ready for the race to start. I'm nervous for Lando, he might have moved up the grid and starting from P15 but I know he'll fight for whatever he can in this race. I'm on edge from the moment the lights go out, I can tell in the first few laps Lando is going for it. He's got one thing on his mind today and that's overtaking as many cars as possible. I'm praying they get his pitstops right and have a strategy that is planned to work best for Lando's race.

I hold my breath as the race ends with Lando in P4, he's done incredible to climb the grid the way he has and I know he's been helped at the end by the crash between Carlos and Sergio but that doesn't take away from what he's managed. I hold my excitement until the tv shows Lando smiling and I let out the breath I'm holding. He's happy with his result and I have no doubts that if he didn't qualify in P17 he would've finished on the podium if not P1.

The next week passes in a blur between work and trying to keep in touch with Lando who's now in Singapore. I've stayed up late to speak to him when he gets up on a morning in Singapore and he's stayed up late to talk to me before he goes to bed. I can't lie it has been hard having 7 hours between us, at least if he's in Monaco it's only an hour time difference. I'm counting the hours until we're back in the same time zone.

So far this weekend Lando is doing amazing. Not only has he topped FP2 and FP3, he's also qualified P1 and will be starting on pole. I know how much he loves Singapore so I'm praying he can convert his pole position into a win. Around two hours ago I received a call from Savannah asking who I'm watching the race with, after explaining I'd be on my own this weekend I quickly had an invite to join the whole family in Somerset. I won't lie, I was sceptical at first to be with Lando's family without him but with a bit of persuasion I agreed which has lead to me being around an hour or so away from his family's house. Not wanting to come across as taking advantage or outstaying my welcome I offered to find a nearby hotel where I can stay however this idea was shot down by not only Savannah but Lando's mum and dad as well.

"Hi everyone" I say nervously as I'm shown into the house by Flo. It's quite late but I can tell everyone has been waiting for me to arrive.

"You made it!" Sav screams practically running at me to hug me "I'm so pleased you came. Mila is going to be so happy when she wakes up tomorrow"

"It's nice to have you back here with us Lucía. Lando's room is all set up for you but I'm sure you'll be able to find your way around. Make yourself at home" Cisca tells me as she hands me a cup of tea. Strong with a dash of milk just how I like it.

"Thank you for having me. I'm looking forward to the race tomorrow but I'm so nervous at the same time" I join everyone in the living room and I'm honestly surprised that Oliver and Savannah are here. I half expected them to be at their own home.

"I suppose you know better than anyone the nerves you feel before a race having grown up watching your dad" Adam says looking at me.

"I do but when I watch Lando it's a different kind of nervous I feel. Maybe it's because it's a different kind of relationship to what I have with my dad" regardless of whether I'm watching my dad or Lando I feel equally as nervous for both of them. I'd be devastated if anything happened to either of them. The conversation flows easily between me and Lando's family nonstop, it shocks me how comfortable I am being with them and Lando not being here. Being able to spend time with my boyfriend's family is something totally new to me but they've completely taken me under their wing. Eventually I decide I need sleep after the three hour drive here, saying goodnight to everyone I make my way to Lando's bedroom climbing into his bed which has a lingering smell of him which is oddly comforting.

The next day Mila is clung to my side as we're all gathered around the TV together. Once again I'm on the edge of my seat and we're all shouting as Lando is leading the race and to my absolute joy my dad is in third. Every time Lando has a close brush with the wall there's an audible gasp from everyone, this man has my blood pressure sky high watching him. I almost want to scream at him for being so risky when he's leading by so much. As Lando finishes his last lap nearly 21 seconds ahead of Verstappen there's celebrations all round.

"Did uncle Lala win?" Mila asks me as we're all celebrating. Picking her up in my arms I hold her tight.

"He did! Uncle Lala is first place again!" As Mila starts cheering I'm handed a glass of champagne by Cisca.

"You need a proper celebration! Lando in first and your dad in third. You must be happy" Cisca can't take the smile off her face, I'm proud of Lando as his girlfriend but I can only imagine the feeling when it's your son up there.

"I'm so happy. Lando deserved P1 and I can't believe my dad is P3! He didn't think he had the car to be able to get podium at all this year" watching Lando and my dad on podium together my eyes fill with tears of joy. This is by far the most emotional a podium has made me feel.

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"Congratulations Lando three wins!" I scream at the phone as I answer the FaceTime call from Lando "I'm so proud of you!"

"Thanks baby. It feels good, it would feel better if you were here though" Lando tells me unable to take the smile off his face "wait are you with my family?"

"How come she gets the first call after a race now!" Adam shouts with a laugh behind me.

"Are you actually with my family?" Lando is in shock. He might have just won the Singapore Grand Prix but he didn't think I'd be watching it with his family.

"Yeah Sav phoned and asked if I wanted to come and watch the race with everyone so I drove down yesterday and stayed with your mum and dad"

"You're actually with my family. This is incredible. I'm so happy you got to see my win" I can see the champagne mixed with sweat dripping off Lando, I can't lie it makes him look so attractive I lose my train of thought.

"Lando babe I'm always going to do whatever it takes to watch you racing. I told you whether it be at home or there in person I'm not missing a race"

"But you're happy to miss my races?" Seeing my dad's face come into few my grin grows. I'm so lucky he's okay with me and Lando being together.

"Felicidades estoy orgulloso de ti papá” I’ll always tell my dad I’m proud of him, I have been for as long as I can remember. He’s achieved so much and supported me through everything. The least I can do I show him some love back.

“Gracias princesa. I’ll leave you with Lando and hopefully this old man will get to see you soon” as my dad leaves me and Lando to talk I can’t help but feel guilty I haven’t made an effort to see my dad. I’ve spent every spare moment with Lando when usually it would be my dad. I make a mental note to make sure I plan time for my dad as soon as possible.

“I’ll phone you all back soon Soph is getting annoyed because I have some kind of media to do and I’m late. Speak soon yeah?” I agree with Lando to speak soon however I know he’s going to be straight on a flight home tonight or early tomorrow morning so I know it’s going to be tomorrow when I speak to him.

“You’re plotting something I can tell by the look on your face” Flo says looking at me intensely. She has the same look as her brother does it’s terrify.

“I might have something up my sleeve”

“Spill. Now!” Flo sits herself directly in front of me waiting for me to tell her everything.

“I’m going to Monaco tomorrow but Lando doesn’t know yet. Max has told me where he lives so I’m going to turn up and knock on the door and hope he doesn’t turn me away”

“There’s no way he’ll turn you away! He might turn us away but never you. I’m going to give you my key” Flo says and she’s just as excited as I am about this. “This way you can just let yourself in and he’ll be even more surprised. He knows exactly who has a key to his apartment he’ll never in a million years expect it to be you walking in”

Deciding to go with Flo’s plan I text Max letting him know what I have planned. He might be going back to London rather than Monaco but I know he can keep me updated as to when Lando can be expected home. I’ve changed my flight as well so now I’m leaving from Bristol rather than Manchester meaning I don’t have to drive three hours before a flight, it means spending another night at Lando’s mum and dads house but I’m happy to do that. They’ve been nothing but nice to me, Adam has even offered to drop me at the airport so I don’t need to take my car.

Landing in Nice airport the next night it’s around 9:30, I can only hope Lando has kept himself awake long enough for me to get to his place. Seeing a notification that Max is live on twitch I join the stream, I’m relieved when I hear Lando’s voice. He sounds exhausted but at least I know he’s awake, I just need him to stay awake for the next hour until I get there. As I get into my taxi I decide to send Max a quick text to make sure Lando doesn’t fall asleep. If he falls asleep I have no chance.

I jump out of the taxi quickly thanking my driver and grabbing my things. Lando has said multiple times he’s going to bed and it’s getting harder for Max to keep him online. Pushing my phone into my pocket I unlock the door as quietly as possible so Lando doesn’t hear me. Flo told me exactly where Lando would be if he’s online gaming and I follow her instructions when I hear his voice. Taking my shoes off I tiptoe into Lando’s gaming room and sit on the empty chair in the middle of the room behind him.

I wait a few minutes to see if Lando notices I’m there but due to his headset he hasn’t heard a thing. I send a quick text telling Max to prepare himself when I sneak up behind Lando.

“Did you miss me?” I say just loud enough to hear over his headset.

“What the fuck!” Lando practically screams deafening Max and the near 4000 people on Max’s stream. “What the fuck are you doing here!”

“I might not have been able to be in Singapore but no one was stopping me from coming to Monaco”

“What the fuck baby why didn’t you tell me!” Lando asks dragging me into his arms holding me tight.

“It wouldn’t have been a surprise if she told you mate” I hear Max say in the background and I notice Max’s chat going wild now they’ve heard me.

“You obviously knew about this you knob. Right chat good night I’m leaving. I haven’t seen my girlfriend for two weeks we’ve got some making up to do”

“Mate no one needed to know that!”

“Everyone needs to know that. Adiós mate” Lando says leaving the stream and closing everything down “I can’t believe you’re here. In Monaco. In my apartment”

“Are you okay with this? Me being here I mean” I ask feeling Lando bury his face in my neck.

“I’m more than okay with this. I’m fricking ecstatic that you’re here. I missed you so much”

“I missed you too Lando. I missed you even more when I was with your family and you weren’t there” turning to look at Lando I connect my lips to his. It’s a soft kiss but it doesn’t take away from how much I’ve missed him.

“I love that you went to spend time with them. They’ve all text me telling me how much they loved you spending the weekend with them” Lando tells me as he lets out a yawn. Tracing my fingers along his jaw I see in his eyes just how tired he is. He might have stayed on UK time as much as possible but the jet lag is still winning.

“Why don’t we go to bed and we can talk as much as you want tomorrow” Lando agrees and leads me to his bedroom. It’s dimly lit by the warm lamp on the bedside table but it’s very much what I expected Lando’s room to be. The walls are white with some large pieces of art hung on them and the majority of the furniture is black but modern. Lando hands me one of his T-shirts knowing fine well that I won’t end up wearing my own pyjamas before we climb into bed.

“Night baby” Lando mumbles pulling me into his arms already half asleep by the sounds of his voice. Whispering good night back I settle myself in Lando’s arms relishing in the familiar scent of him. This feels like home. I don’t ever want this feeling to end.

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Sorry this is so late and not proofread, my migraines have been flaring up so I haven’t been able to sit and write.

This comment from Lando on Max’s stream, anyone else’s mind in the gutter or just mine 😅

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FIRST DAY OF THE AZERBAIJAN GP WEEKEND

I'm scalded hahaha Mercedes is making me angry because I'm really expecting a lousy result for Lewis tomorrow so I won't expect anything like that I won't be disappointed even if Lewis Have taken 2nd and 3rd place today, on other weekends it was exactly like that, so you'll only see me celebrate if Lewis gets Q1 and preferably on pole, like 1st place, he really deserves to win The poor guy has been burning his precious, beautiful, big ass for exactly two weeks in that cart that TOTO calls a car.

I WISH YOU A VICTORY LEWIS PLEASE WIN THIS WEEKEND MAN YOU DON'T NEED TO BE FIRST PLACE IT'S ENOUGH YOU'RE ON THE PODIUM

PLAYING ENERGIES FOR A PODIUM 44/33 I HOPE THE UNIVERSE HEARS ME I REALLY LIKE THEIR DYNAMICS ON TOP OF A PODIUM AND IN INTERVIEWS

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lewis hamilton is interviewed after qualifying, azerbaijan - april 28, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "...in Q2, and then you kind of pulled out a lap that pushed you much further up, kind of... What was going on?" Lewis: "Yeah. We're trying as hard as we can, giving it absolutely everything out there, and it just... Timing, and getting into the rhythm, and really pulling out everything is not easy on this track. I think in Q2... Yeah, struggled. I had more pace; I just didn't get that last lap. My Q3 run one was a really sweet lap. Unfortunately just wasn't able to match... I just matched it, basically, at the end, but needed just a little bit more time just to nip a Ferrari." Interviewer: "And it must give you a lot of confidence heading into the second go at qualifying tomorrow, that if you get it right again and hit another sweet lap, you can kind of be in the mix again." Lewis: "Yeah, well, I mean, we can't do any changes to the car, so this is the pace that we have, and so I might be able to eek a little bit more out tomorrow, once we do some studying tonight, but this is definitely a good position to start for on Sunday. Naturally, you know, this is not the position we want as a team. We exist to win, but everyone has that winning mindset and everyone is working as hard as they can, so... We haven't had an upgrade this weekend, but we're hoping we're working towards one that will hopefully put us a little bit closer to the battle ahead." Interviewer: "What have you made of the pace, generally, today, based on the fact that Australia was quite strong? Were you kind of hoping there would be a bit of a bounce here, or did you think that was gonna be an outlier?" Lewis: "No. I didn't really know what to expect this week. I knew that the Red Bulls would be particularly quick. I didn't realize we would have such a huge deficit on the straights, but it's a good indicator. We're slower on the straights and then slower in the middle sector, so we've got a lot of work to do to rectify that. With the car, it's not the easiest one to drive, but yeah, I'm happy to be on the third row and I think hopefully tomorrow we can have a bit of a better battle."

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[28 July 2024]

Turkey’s President Recep Tayyip Erdogan has threatened Israel with a possible military intervention amid mounting tensions over the Gaza conflict and the Israelis’ move towards what could turn into an all-out-war with Hezbollah in Lebanon and possible wider regional conflict.

Speaking in his hometown of Rize on July 28, Erdogan stressed Turkey’s need to demonstrate strength in response to Israel's military actions in Gaza.

"If we are strong, Israel cannot [behave like this toward] Palestine. Just as we intervened in Karabakh [in ally Azerbaijan’s conflict with the Armenians] and Libya, we can do the same to them. There would be no reason for not doing that," he said.

Erdogan also warned that the day might come when Israel might attack Turkey, saying: “Who can guarantee that those who are razing Gaza today will not set their sights on Anatolia tomorrow?”

Although Erdogan is known for his fiery rhetoric that often comes to nothing, with the situation surrounding Israel, Gaza and Lebanon so volatile, such a threat of military action from the Turkish leader cannot be entirely dismissed.

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george russell is interviewed after the sprint race, azerbaijan - april 29, 2023 (transcription under the cut)

Interviewer: "Hi, George. I'm just listening to Max talk, at the moment, actually, and he's talking about you've all got cold tires on lap one and he's still a bit angry about the contact. Just tell me what happened, from your side." George: "Yeah, I mean, I was down the inside and I think, as a driver, you know the risks when you're on the outside. You know, I'm here to fight, I'm here to win, and I'm not gonna hold back just because he's leading the championship. I was quite surprised he was still trying to hold it around the outside, you know? He's on a street circuit. He's got alot more to lose than I have. None of the contact was intentional. I was doing my best just to have a clean fight. As I said, I was quite surprised that he was kind of resisting the position. You know, I was on the inside. Nothing more to say for that, really." Interviewer: "And you spoke to him after, just now, did you?" George: "I mean, I was surprised why he was so angry, to be honest. You know, he still finished the race in P3. You know, it's a difficult situation. You know, he's got enough experience to know that if you're trying to overtake a guy on the outside, there's a risk the guy on the inside's gonna run wide into you, and I don't think anything would have been any different had the positions been reversed, so... Anyway, we'll live to tell the tale." Interviewer: "Less points from today. I mean, you've also got a grand prix tomorrow. How was the car around here and what are your thoughts on tomorrow's race?" George: "The car was feeling alright. I don't think the feeling from within the car is the problem. It's just we don't have enough speed. Max just passed me like I stood still, which we know how fast their car is, I think, to our calculations, we could even take the rear wing off and they'd still be faster than us down the straight, and that's not even a joke. So we don't really know how they're doing it; they've obviously got a trick up their sleeve, so kudos to them. But yeah, of course, we've got work to do." Interviewer: "Makes it a long race tomorrow, doesn't it, then?" George: "Yeah, I think we know where our fight is. You know, Charles was struggling towards the end. We think we have, probably, better race pace than the Ferrari, so I'll do my best to fight with Charles and keep Carlos... Obviously I'm starting from a completely different position. I actually forgot about that." Interviewer: "Yeah, I was afraid so." George: "So yeah, but it is a long race. Anything can happen. You can get fortunate with safety cars. Yeah. We'll see." Interviewer: "Thank you. Good job."

#george russell #f1 #formula 1 #azerbaijan gp 2023 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #baku #baku 2023 #baku 2023 saturday #tw max

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lazaefair · 1 year ago

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“We have been blamed for not making a distinction between guilty and innocent Armenians. [To do so] was impossible. Because of the nature of things, one who was still innocent today could be guilty tomorrow. The concern for the safety of Turkey simply had to silence all other concerns. Our actions were determined by national and historical necessity.” —Talaat Pasha, Berliner Tageblatt

It’s always the same reasoning, over and over.

Fun additional fact from Wikipedia: Israel–Turkey relations deteriorated in the late 2010s, but Israel's relations with Azerbaijan are close and the Azerbaijan–Israel International Association has lobbied against recognition of the genocide.

(Read through the articles about the WWI Armenian genocide with caution - there are graphic photos of bodies here and there.)

#genocide #imperialism

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petit-papillion · 2 years ago

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We still have another qualifying tomorrow (for the Sprint) so I hope it will be four in a row and then we have the races which are much more important. But I believe we will struggle a bit more because I still think Red Bull is a step ahead.

We don't have new bits on the car, we just have a rear wing adapted to this. I think we have done a great job with the setup since Australia, we found something on that. How much is it better? It's very difficult to say for now, I think we will know a bit more on Sunday.

I can also say the lap today was really, really good and really on the limit and everything I wanted to do I did it and there wasn't much in it. So I'm extremely happy."

Charles post-qualifying interview with Sky Sports F1

Azerbaijan Grand Prix | 28 April 2023

📸 Mark Sutton

#“we dont have new bits on the car”#😭#i know they talked about needing to figure out the setup #but this is insane #charles leclerc #baku gp 2023 #quali #f1 #scuderia ferrari

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f1 · 2 years ago

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Hulkenberg to start from pits as Haas change set-up after tyre graining trouble | 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix

Nico Hulkenberg will start the Azerbaijan Grand Prix from the pit lane after Haas took his car out of parc ferme to make set-up changes. He finished yesterday’s sprint race 15th, having started 12th, and suffered from severe graining on his tyres. “After the Safety Car, three or four laps and then my tyres were just completely shot,” he said yesterday. “I had not much to work with, to fight with. I was just dropping like a stone and I need to look at it, understand it, analyse it. It’s a bit of a question mark at the moment.” The FIA confirmed Haas changed the set-up of the suspension on Hulkenberg’s VF-23. He indicated yesterday the team might have to make changes to his car ahead of the grand prix. “[The tyres] grained so it’s not just no traction, it’s just no grip anywhere. And on a track like here, that’s obviously pretty sketchy and tricky and you feel very exposed. “So some homework to do with the limited options now looking into tomorrow. We need to see what we want to do.” The Haas driver was due to start today’s grand prix from 16th place after Alpine also decided to start Esteban Ocon from the pit lane. Haas’ principal aerodynamicist Juan Molina said the team had identified the reason for the clear difference in performance between Hulkenberg’s car and that of team mate Kevin Magnussen in yesterday’s race. “Yesterday there was an obvious difference,” he told media including RaceFans in Baku today. “So the guys have looked at the data and understood where it came from. “But again, having not much practice, you’re going into the weekend already quite compromised if you don’t get everything right in P1. At least for Kevin, he had a very difficult P1, he’s quite happy with the car. In previous races he took a bit more time but now he’s getting there with the car so should be better for the rest of the season.” Hulkenberg is competing at Baku for the first time since 2019 this year. Molina said he is still improving his tyre management after returning to full-time competition in F1. “At the end of the day it’s how you set up the car, so again, we are learning,” he said. “Nico has been doing not too bad in the previous races also with managing the tyres. But it’s a learning process, we need to give him a bit more time.” Bringing the F1 news from the source RaceFans strives to bring its readers news directly from the key players in Formula 1. We are able to do this thanks in part to the generous backing of our RaceFans Supporters. By contributing £1 per month or £12 per year (or the equivalent in other currencies) you can help cover the costs involved in producing original journalism: Travelling, writing, creating, hosting, contacting and developing. We have been proudly supported by our readers for over 10 years. If you enjoy our independent coverage, please consider becoming a RaceFans Supporter today. As a bonus, all our Supporters can also browse the site ad-free. Sign up or find out more via the links below: Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix Browse all 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix articles via RaceFans - Independent Motorsport Coverage https://www.racefans.net/

#F1 #Hulkenberg to start from pits as Haas change set-up after tyre graining trouble | 2023 Azerbaijan Grand Prix #Formula 1

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innovarch · 8 months ago

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Innovative Architecture Company in Baku

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Innovarch is an architectural and design firm based in Baku, Azerbaijan, specializing in innovative architecture and providing creative design approaches for both residential and commercial projects. Our main priority is to present unique projects that unite aesthetics and functionality, in accordance with the desires of our customers.

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brookston · 1 year ago

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Holidays 6.29

Holidays

Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Chronic Migraine Awareness Day

Coriander Day (French Republic)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Brazil)

Engineer’s Day (Ecuador)

Eva Day (UK)

Flower and Camera Day

Gioco Del Ponte (Pisa, Italy)

Herb Harvesting Day (East Anglica, UK)

Homosexual Pride Day

Hug Holiday

Internal Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

International Day of the Tropics

International Mud Day

International Fisherman’s Day

International Sharing Day

International Transgender Youth Day

Interstate Highway Day

iPhone Day

National AMHP Day (UK)

National Camera Day

National Darts Day

National Dieselbilly Day

National Fred Day

National Gordon Day

National Guy Day

National Nash Day

National Paddy Day (Nepal)

National Statistics Day (India)

Remote Control Day

Sacrament of the Silicon Host

Shipbuilder Day (Russia)

Veterans Day (Netherlands)

World Industrial Design Day

World Music Designation Day

World Scleroderma Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burnt End Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Meatballs Day

National Almond Buttercrunch Day

Waffle Iron Day

5th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

Independence Days

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands; 1981)

Seychelles (from UK, 1976)

Feast Days

Albuquerque (Positivist; Saint)

Allan Houser (Artology)

Appreciate Herbs Day (Pastafarian)

Cassius of Narni (Christian; Saint)

Eid al-Adha, Day 3 [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ...

Al Adha (Bahrain)

Corban Bairam (Sudan)

Eid al Adha (Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, West Bank and Gaza, Yemen)

Eid e-Ghorban

Eid ul-Ad’haa (Maldives)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Hari Arafat (Malaysia)

Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)

Id el Kabir (Nigeria)

Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)

Kurban Bayramy (Turkey)

Qurbon Hayit (Uzbekistan)

Elizabeth Claire Chapel Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Saints Peter and Paul (a.k.a. ...

Day of the Christian Martyr (Voice of the Martyrs)

Doukhobor Peace Day (Canada)

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, La Rioja)

La Festa di San Pietro e Paolo (Rome, Italy)

L-Imnarja (Malta)

Miracle of the Moose (Russian Orthodox)

Ratcatcher’s Day (Hamelin, Germany)

Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul

Funeral of Kostroma Celebration (East Slavic Fertility Goddess)

Hemma (Christian; Saint)

Knitting Day (Pastafarian)

The Koala (Muppetism)

Oharai (Grand Purification Festival; Shinto)

Peter the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium II (Pagan)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s the day Santa judges everyone to be naughty or nice.)

Premieres

Bachelor Party (Film; 1984)

Bad Moms (Film; 2016)

Banty Raids (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Coming to America (Film; 1988)

Conan the Destroyer (Film; 1984)

Dancing in the Street, recorded by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Song; 19985)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Donald’s Crime (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Do You Love Me, recorded by The Contours (Song; 1962)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV Series; 2022)

Feedback, by Rush (Album; 2004)

Henry VIII, by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher (Play; 1613)

The King and I (Film; 1956)

The Leftovers (TV Series; 2014)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, UK; 1987) [#15]

Magic Mike (Film; 2012)

Meatballs (Film; 1979)

Moonraker (James Bond Film, US; 1979) [#11]

Ratatouille (Animated Pixar Film; 2007)

Running with Scissors, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 1999)

See Ya Later Gladiator (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)

Ted (Film; 2012)

Tomorrow We Diet! (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

War of the Worlds (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Gero, Paul, Peter (Austria)

Kamen, Pavel, Petar, Petra, Petrana (Bulgaria)

Pavao, Petar (Croatia)

Pavel, Petr (Czech Republic)

Paulus, Petrus (Denmark)

Peedo, Peedu, Peep, Peet, Peeter (Estonia)

Peetu, Pekka, Pekko, Petja, Petra, Petri, Petrus, Petteri, Pietari (Finland)

Paul, Pierre (France)

Gero, Paul, Peter (Germany)

Pavlos, Petros (Greece)

Pál, Péter (Hungary)

Paolo, Pietro (Italy)

Pauls, Pāvils, Pēteris (Latvia)

Benita, Gedrimė, Mantigirdas, Petras, Povilas (Lithuania)

Per, Peter, Petter (Norway)

Benedykta, Benita, Dalebor, Paweł, Piotr (Poland)

Pavel, Petru (România)

Pavol, Peter, Petra (Slovakia)

Emma, Pablo, Pedro (Spain)

Peter, Petra, Petrus (Sweden)

Paul, Peter (Ukraine)

Emma, Emmett, Heaven, Parnell, Parnella, Pedro, Pete, Peter, Pierce, Pierre, Salome (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 180 of 2024; 185 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 12 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 30 Sol; Ninthday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 June 2023

Moon: 82%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 12 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Albuquerque]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 9 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 9 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Feoh (Wealth) [Half-Month 13 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 7.13)

#calendar #Holidays

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brookstonalmanac · 1 year ago

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Holidays 6.29

Holidays

Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands)

Chronic Migraine Awareness Day

Coriander Day (French Republic)

Day of the Telephone Operator (Brazil)

Engineer’s Day (Ecuador)

Eva Day (UK)

Flower and Camera Day

Gioco Del Ponte (Pisa, Italy)

Herb Harvesting Day (East Anglica, UK)

Homosexual Pride Day

Hug Holiday

Internal Autonomy Day (French Polynesia)

International Day of the Tropics

International Mud Day

International Fisherman’s Day

International Sharing Day

International Transgender Youth Day

Interstate Highway Day

iPhone Day

National AMHP Day (UK)

National Camera Day

National Darts Day

National Dieselbilly Day

National Fred Day

National Gordon Day

National Guy Day

National Nash Day

National Paddy Day (Nepal)

National Statistics Day (India)

Remote Control Day

Sacrament of the Silicon Host

Shipbuilder Day (Russia)

Veterans Day (Netherlands)

World Industrial Design Day

World Music Designation Day

World Scleroderma Awareness Day

Food & Drink Celebrations

Bacon Burnt End Day

Gnocchi Day (Argentina)

Meatballs Day

National Almond Buttercrunch Day

Waffle Iron Day

5th & Last Thursday in June

Festival of the Tarasque (France) begins [Last Thursday]

National Bomb Pop Day [Last Thursday]

National Handshake Day [Last Thursday]

National Relationships & Sex Education Day (UK) [Last Thursday]

National Work From Home Day [Last Thursday]

Independence Days

Central Province Day (Solomon Islands; 1981)

Seychelles (from UK, 1976)

Feast Days

Albuquerque (Positivist; Saint)

Allan Houser (Artology)

Appreciate Herbs Day (Pastafarian)

Cassius of Narni (Christian; Saint)

Eid al-Adha, Day 3 [Muslim Feast of Sacrifice] (a.k.a. ...

Al Adha (Bahrain)

Corban Bairam (Sudan)

Eid al Adha (Iraq, Jordan, Kuwait, Oman, Pakistan, Qatar, Saudi Arabia, Syria, West Bank and Gaza, Yemen)

Eid e-Ghorban

Eid ul-Ad’haa (Maldives)

Gurban Bayram (Azerbaijan)

Hari Arafat (Malaysia)

Hari Raya Qurban (Malaysia)

Id el Kabir (Nigeria)

Kurban Bayram (North Cyprus)

Kurban Bayramy (Turkey)

Qurbon Hayit (Uzbekistan)

Elizabeth Claire Chapel Day (Church of the SubGenius; Saint)

Feast of Saints Peter and Paul (a.k.a. ...

Day of the Christian Martyr (Voice of the Martyrs)

Doukhobor Peace Day (Canada)

Haro Wine Festival (Haro, La Rioja)

La Festa di San Pietro e Paolo (Rome, Italy)

L-Imnarja (Malta)

Miracle of the Moose (Russian Orthodox)

Ratcatcher’s Day (Hamelin, Germany)

Solemnity of Saints Peter and Paul

Funeral of Kostroma Celebration (East Slavic Fertility Goddess)

Hemma (Christian; Saint)

Knitting Day (Pastafarian)

The Koala (Muppetism)

Oharai (Grand Purification Festival; Shinto)

Peter the Apostle (Christian; Saint)

Solstitium II (Pagan)

Lucky & Unlucky Days

Butsumetsu (仏滅 Japan) [Unlucky all day.]

Uncyclopedia Bad to Be Born Today (because it’s the day Santa judges everyone to be naughty or nice.)

Premieres

Bachelor Party (Film; 1984)

Bad Moms (Film; 2016)

Banty Raids (WB MM Cartoon; 1963)

Coming to America (Film; 1988)

Conan the Destroyer (Film; 1984)

Dancing in the Street, recorded by David Bowie and Mick Jagger (Song; 19985)

Days of Thunder (Film; 1990)

Donald’s Crime (Disney Cartoon; 1945)

Do You Love Me, recorded by The Contours (Song; 1962)

Extraordinary Attorney Woo (TV Series; 2022)

Feedback, by Rush (Album; 2004)

Henry VIII, by William Shakespeare and John Fletcher (Play; 1613)

The King and I (Film; 1956)

The Leftovers (TV Series; 2014)

The Living Daylights (James Bond Film, UK; 1987) [#15]

Magic Mike (Film; 2012)

Meatballs (Film; 1979)

Moonraker (James Bond Film, US; 1979) [#11]

Ratatouille (Animated Pixar Film; 2007)

Running with Scissors, by Weird Al Yankovic (Album; 1999)

See Ya Later Gladiator (WB LT Cartoon; 1968)

Ted (Film; 2012)

Tomorrow We Diet! (Disney Cartoon; 1951)

War of the Worlds (Film; 2005)

Today’s Name Days

Gero, Paul, Peter (Austria)

Kamen, Pavel, Petar, Petra, Petrana (Bulgaria)

Pavao, Petar (Croatia)

Pavel, Petr (Czech Republic)

Paulus, Petrus (Denmark)

Peedo, Peedu, Peep, Peet, Peeter (Estonia)

Peetu, Pekka, Pekko, Petja, Petra, Petri, Petrus, Petteri, Pietari (Finland)

Paul, Pierre (France)

Gero, Paul, Peter (Germany)

Pavlos, Petros (Greece)

Pál, Péter (Hungary)

Paolo, Pietro (Italy)

Pauls, Pāvils, Pēteris (Latvia)

Benita, Gedrimė, Mantigirdas, Petras, Povilas (Lithuania)

Per, Peter, Petter (Norway)

Benedykta, Benita, Dalebor, Paweł, Piotr (Poland)

Pavel, Petru (România)

Pavol, Peter, Petra (Slovakia)

Emma, Pablo, Pedro (Spain)

Peter, Petra, Petrus (Sweden)

Paul, Peter (Ukraine)

Emma, Emmett, Heaven, Parnell, Parnella, Pedro, Pete, Peter, Pierce, Pierre, Salome (USA)

Today is Also…

Day of Year: Day 180 of 2024; 185 days remaining in the year

ISO: Day 4 of week 26 of 2023

Celtic Tree Calendar: Duir (Oak) [Day 18 of 28]

Chinese: Month 5 (Wu-Wu), Day 12 (Wu-Wu)

Chinese Year of the: Rabbit 4721 (until February 10, 2024)

Hebrew: 10 Tammuz 5783

Islamic: 10 Dhu al-Hijjah 1444

J Cal: 30 Sol; Ninthday [30 of 30]

Julian: 16 June 2023

Moon: 82%: Waxing Gibbous

Positivist: 12 Charlemagne (7th Month) [Albuquerque]

Runic Half Month: Feoh (Wealth) [Day 1 of 15]

Season: Summer (Day 9 of 94)

Zodiac: Cancer (Day 9 of 31)

Calendar Changes

Feoh (Wealth) [Half-Month 13 of 24; Runic Half-Months] (thru 7.13)

#Holidays

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