#Eco-Champion

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Unveiling the Green Guardian

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The Ultimate Guide to Training Yearling Bucking Bulls: From Basics to Pro Tips

Raising and training yearling bucking bulls is both an art and a science, requiring patience, precision, and a deep respect for the animals. Whether you’re just starting out or looking for advanced techniques to refine your program, this guide will walk you through the essential steps to prepare yearlings for a future in the arena. 1. Start Early: Building Trust and Routine Training begins…

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Top Five Custom Made WWE Title Belts

Today's Top Five looks at five of the top custom made WWE championship belts for reigning champions.

Brian Damage We all know that the goal in pro wrestling is to make money and win titles. Over the years in WWE, there have been a select few champions that received custom made title belts to go along with their reign. A belt that is designed a specific way to fit with his or her gimmick or personality. Today’s Top Five looks at five of the top custom made WWE championship belts for reigning…

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Shriya Pilgaonkar Bats For The Environment At The ALTEFF 2024!

Shriya Pilgaonkar champions nature once again as she returns as Goodwill Ambassador for India's biggest environmental film fest! Dive into her journey with us!

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Discovering Sustainability Champions: A Deep Look into Green Haven Hotel Practices.

Introduction

In the pursuit of sustainable practices, The Green Haven Hotel emerges as a beacon, setting an example for the hospitality industry. Let's explore how this establishment aligns with key sustainability pillars.

1. Energy Conservation

Witnessing a commitment to energy efficiency, The Green Haven Hotel integrates cutting-edge technologies and practices, minimizing its carbon footprint while ensuring a delightful experience for patrons.

2. Waste Transformation

Through innovative waste transformation initiatives, The Green Haven Hotel converts its waste into resources, contributing to a circular economy and reducing environmental impact.

3. Hazardous Substances Management

Ensuring the safety of both guests and the environment, The Green Haven Hotel exemplifies stringent hazardous substances management, implementing measures to responsibly handle and dispose of potentially harmful materials.

4. Sustainable Transport

The Green Haven Hotel takes the lead in sustainable transport by promoting eco-friendly alternatives for guests and staff, aligning its values with a greener, more responsible mode of transportation.

5. Market Factors

Adapting to market trends, The Green Haven Hotel strategically positions itself as a sustainability-focused establishment, catering to the growing demand for eco-conscious choices among consumers.

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Winnipeg Jets Champion Eco Powerblend Shirt

Introducing the Winnipeg Jets Champion Eco Powerblend Shirt – a winning combination of style, comfort, and eco-conscious design. This shirt isn’t just a piece of fan apparel; it’s a statement of support for the Winnipeg Jets, all while embracing sustainability.

Link Shirt: https://dallassa.com/product/winnipeg-jets-champion-eco-powerblend-shirt/

Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, this shirt boasts Champion’s Eco Powerblend fabric, delivering a soft and cozy feel against your skin. Champion, a brand synonymous with quality, ensures durability and style, making this shirt a standout addition to your fan wardrobe.

The front of the shirt proudly displays the emblem of the Winnipeg Jets, showcasing your allegiance to the team. The use of Eco Powerblend material reflects a commitment not only to your favorite hockey team but also to environmental sustainability, making this shirt a conscious choice for eco-conscious fans.

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I'm worried about electronic waste, e-waste recycling, and such loss of resources.

That's real. For what it's worth, I think it's something we're going to get a LOT better at. The raw materials - and even partially depleted materials that can be downcycled - are too valuable to be left forever.

Tip for anyone worried about e-waste or looking to be more environmentally conscious: Whenever I have something electronic that dies (this includes batteries, power cords, string lights, and vapes), I stick it in an out-of-the-way drawer, and then once every year or two, I bring it all to either an e-waste recycling place or an e-waste disposal place (which, my understanding is most e-waste disposal places do a lot of materials reclamation as well, though if I'm wrong someone please correct me). I just look online to find a place.

Sometimes it's a bit of a drive, but it's so worth it. I encourage others to do the same!

Anyway, here's some headlines about e-waste to hopefully lift your spirits:

^That's Western Australia, not Washington state.

[corzydoie]

Plain Sight: Pt.1 - Veiled Whispers

Author's Note: After lying about my posting schedule for forever, I finally finished this piece. I kept getting caught up with school and having new ideas to add, but hopefully, this was worth the wait. I've already written the rest of the series and plan to post the next part later this week.

Summary: An unexpected connection between Fernando Alonso and an unconnected, unknown environmental activist blooms into a secretive romance. They bond in the shadows, navigating the pressures of fame and the struggle for privacy in a world where their connection must remain hidden. But apparently, Fernando isn't as good at keeping secrets as he thought...

Word Count: 4.4k

Content Warning(s): Use of the Word Slut, Age Gap (20s/40s), Dodgy Author Knowledge About Mentioned Topics, Briefly Proofread So Please Offer Some Grace!!

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The hall buzzed with energy and light conversation as advocates, donors, sponsors, and simple celebrities mingled beneath the organization’s eco-friendly banners and flower canopies that gave the room a light floral aroma. Y/n scanned the room, her fingers tapping absentmindedly on the program between her manicured hands which contained a lineup of guest speakers, most unfamiliar to her. She’d agreed to volunteer today only after relentless encouragement from her friend, who had promised it would be “an eye-opening experience.”

Y/n’s passion for the environment had always driven her to unexpected places, but motorsports? She didn’t follow any series or know the names splashed across headlines. Her interest was in the development of green initiatives, the kind that could change communities and landscapes. This event, however, felt out of her element. It was difficult for her not to feel skittish and fidget with the recycled program in her hands as she prayed some motorsport mogul wouldn’t approach her.

A sudden ripple of murmurs swept through the crowd, pulling her from her thoughts. She turned to see what had captured everyone’s attention and found herself locking eyes with a man whose presence demanded notice. He was impeccably dressed with a charisma that hinted at fame she couldn’t quite place. He raised an eyebrow, the faintest hint of amusement crossing his features as he nodded a polite greeting.

Unfazed, Y/n offered a curt smile before turning back to her duties. Whoever he was, he knew how to work a room. But for her, today was about one thing only: championing environmental causes, not mingling with affluent guests.

“Excuse me,” a deep voice interrupted Y/n’s concentration as she arranged promotional materials on the table. She looked up and found herself face-to-face with the man from earlier. Up close, his presence was even more striking, eyes sharp with a glimmer of curiosity.

“Are you one of the event coordinators?” he asked, tilting his head slightly as if genuinely interested.

“No, just a volunteer,” she replied, adjusting her skirt to calm her nerves. “But I care a lot about the cause, so I decided to help out.”

He smiled, a small dimple appearing that softened his otherwise commanding demeanor. “Good cause indeed. The intersection of environmentalism and motorsports is... not what most people would expect.”

“I know, right?” Y/n’s eyes lit up, her earlier reservations momentarily forgotten. “I think it’s fascinating how innovation in motorsports can actually influence sustainable technology beyond racing. It’s just that... well, people don’t seem to take it seriously. They assume it’s all about speed and luxury.”

He chuckled, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. Many don’t see past the noise and glamour. But there’s potential for change.”

Her gaze sharpened with enthusiasm. “Exactly. If these advancements could trickle down into everyday life, think of how much more efficient our energy use could be! Racing could be a testbed for new eco-friendly practices. It’s why I’m here—I want to support things that actually make a difference.”

Fernando’s expression shifted, subtly impressed. He’d expected polite chatter, not a deep dive into the intersection of green tech and motorsport philosophy. “You must know quite a bit about the field,” he said, keeping his tone conversational.

“Oh, not really,” Y/n admitted with a laugh. “I’m more of an environmentalist than anything. The motorsport side of this is a bit lost on me, honestly.” She raised an eyebrow. “What about you? Are you here as a guest speaker or just someone who supports the cause?”

For a second, Fernando hesitated, realizing you had no idea who he was. The familiar instinct to hold back, to maintain the thin veil of anonymity, kicked in. “More of a supporter. I’m mostly here to learn more about the cause,” he said, offering a noncommittal shrug. “I think there’s value in understanding how things connect, don’t you?”

She nodded, her expression brightening again, thankful she didn’t have to converse about motorsports, a topic she was clueless about, with a petrolhead that would quiz her on the significance of hybrid racing cars on track performance. “Absolutely. Connections are everything.”

Before he could respond, someone called his name from across the room—“Fernando!”—in a way that made it clear they knew him well. Y/n glanced at the source of the call, then back at him, curiosity sparking in her eyes.

But Fernando only offered her a subtle, almost secretive smile. “It was nice meeting you. I hope you find what you’re looking for here.”

And before she could ask more, he turned and blended seamlessly into the crowd, leaving her with a thousand questions, a sudden flutter in her chest, and a slowly creeping blush across her cheeks.

She didn’t see him for the rest of the night. Still, she thought of him during event cleanup, on her drive home, in the shower, and as she lay in bed unable to sleep, ultimately deciding to focus on what the next day might bring, as everything she came up with was boring enough to lull her into a dreamscape.

Y/n wanted to meet up with her friend the next day but decided against it. She knew the taunting that would come with retelling her meeting someone who ended up flooding her mind would be endless. Thankfully, Y/n already planned a vacation for a much-needed refresh away from the hustle and bustle of metropolitan living.

Fernando found himself on a white-sanded beach staring toward the endlessly blue horizon, secluded from the outside world that always seemed to have a camera pointed his way. After rough races these past weekends, he was thankful for some time off. He enjoyed the calming sounds of the waves and the lack of human presence until a faint mumbling could be heard not far from where he sat.

At first, he thought he might just be hearing things since he remembered being the only person on the beach when he arrived, but the sound drew closer and closer with each growing moment. He opened his eyes and saw what seemed to be a familiar figure, which looked in his direction. Fernando figured this person knew who he was as they sent him a shallow wave before walking in his direction.

He could recognize this person was a woman from where they originally stood, but as they drew closer, a faint memory from a charity event a couple of weeks ago flashed in his mind.

“Coincidence seeing you here,” the lady said as she shifted her sunglasses from her eyes to the top of her head. “Fernando, right? Mind if I sit here?” He instantly recognized her as the volunteer he shared a brief conversation with that day and gestured to the sand beside him, letting her know she was more than welcome.

“You were at the environmental motorsports event a couple of weeks ago, no?” Fernando asked as he watched her set down a floral beach towel. “Yep, that’s me.” The two sat in silence before the unnamed lady realized she had yet to introduce herself to Fernando properly.

“I’m Y/n by the way, apologies for not sharing that earlier,” she said as she reached a hand out for a handshake, which Fernando took in both of his, causing her heart to flutter slightly. “Pleasure to meet you again Y/n. So tell me, what brings you to this beach?” Although he initially meant for small talk to pass a couple of minutes, the two ended up talking on the beach for hours, eventually watching the sunset together.

Their conversations explored almost every topic under the sun, from Fernando’s ranking of the world’s best beaches and Y/n’s of nations with the largest carbon footprint to Fernando confiding in Y/n about the issues he faces in his life and career. Y/n could sense Fernando’s genuity from the way his posture relaxed and his words were purposeful to avoid any confusion about what he was feeling.

If he was being honest with himself, Fernando was a bit taken aback by the maturity she expressed in their conversations, and he’d be lying if he didn’t admit the attraction he felt that initially drew him to her all those weeks ago.

“I didn’t expect to find someone who could understand me at this stage in life, especially someone so young.” Fernando stared stoically into the sunset, trying to avoid eye contact with the beautiful young woman beside him, afraid his heart might flutter. He’d feel like a dirty old man being attracted to someone who appeared to be half his age, or even younger, who was sitting next to him in a bikini on what he considered the most beautiful beach on Earth.

“I never thought I’d connect with someone much older than me either, but life is crazy isn’t it,” Y/n said with a light giggle that caused Fernando to turn his head and smile at her. “Y’know, I’ve enjoyed all the conversations we’ve had so far, maybe we can connect again sometime?” she asked with a smile that signaled she was genuine about wanting to see Fernando again.

“Yeah, I’d like that!” Y/n immediately turned to grab her phone out of her bag to exchange contact information with Fernando while sharing parting pleasantries. Perhaps a small part of her felt like a whore, asking for an older man’s phone number, wanting to see him again, the uncontrollable butterflies she felt when their hands slightly brushed each other before parting ways. She knew this interaction and any future ones with Fernando would be kept close to her heart and locked in her mind, she was afraid of what her friends and family would think of her talking to someone like him. But a bigger part of her didn’t care, because she saw how he looked at her, and knew he felt the same.

~

After their chance meeting on the beach, Fernando and Y/n began exchanging messages sporadically. At first, their conversations were light and centered around the environment–Y/n sharing articles about conservation efforts and Fernando asking thoughtful questions that hinted at his growing interest in the topic.

What started as occasional texts quickly became more frequent. They discussed everything from their favorite books and movies to deep, wandering philosophical debates. Fernando found himself drawn to her passion and perspective, while Y/n appreciated his thoughtful nature and how he always seemed genuinely interested in their conversations.

When Fernando traveled for races, their messages became a welcome reprieve from his high-pressure world, while Y/n found their exchanges refreshing amid her demanding work. Over time, phone calls replaced texts, and their conversations stretched late into the night.

It wasn’t long before their connection grew undeniable. Fernando invited Y/n to meet him again, on a quiet beach near his home in Spain. He framed it casually–another chance to explore their shared interest in the environment–but his nervous excitement made it clear this meeting felt different. Y/n was equally curious and undeniably drawn to the man who had quickly become a comforting constant.

The sun dipped low over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as the waves lapped gently at the shore. Fernando and Y/n strolled along the secluded stretch of beach, their footprints the only evidence of life on the soft sand.

Y/n slipped her sandals off, letting the cool grains sink between her toes. She glanced at Fernando, who seemed lost in thought, his hands shoved into the pockets of his linen trousers.

“You’re quiet tonight,” she said softly.

He gave her a small smile. “Just thinking.”

“Dangerous pastime,” she teased, nudging him with her shoulder.

He chuckled but didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the waves. “Y/n,” he began after a pause, his voice low and steady, “have you ever thought about how different our lives are?”

She stopped, tilting her head to study him. “What do you mean?”

He hesitated, pulling a hand from his pocket to gesture vaguely. “You’re young, passionate, with so much ahead of you. And I…” He trailed off, looking down at the sand. “I’ve lived a lot of my life already. I don’t want to take anything away from you.”

Y/n frowned, stepping closer to him. “Fernando, where is this coming from?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not just the age gap. It’s everything. The world sees me differently than you do. I’ve built a life that people…notice. That comes with expectations and assumptions. And I worry what people will think when they see us together. What they’ll think about you.”

Her brows knit together. “Fernando, are you saying people will think less of me because of you? Or that I’ll think less of you?”

“No,” he said quickly, meeting her eyes. “Not you. Never you. But people might say things–things that aren’t true. They’ll question your motives, and assume you’re with me for the wrong reasons. And they’ll question me, too.”

Y/n stared at him for a long moment, the sound of the waves filling the silence between them. “I don’t care what people think, Fernando. I know why I’m here. I’m here because of who you are, not what you have.”

He studied her, his expression softening. “You’re sure? Even if it gets…complicated?”

She smiled, reaching to take his hand, “Life’s already complicated. You just have to decide who’s worth the complications.”

Fernando exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping him. “You make it sound so simple.”

“It is,” she said, squeezing his hand. “We can worry about the rest when it happens. But for now, I’m choosing you. That’s all that matters.”

He stepped closer, cupping her cheek gently. “You’re remarkable.”

“You’ve mentioned that before,” she teased, her smile widening.

As the waves rolled in, cool water brushing their ankles, Fernando leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

Over the next few months, their connection grew through long calls and fleeting visits, each moment together strengthening the bond they had quietly formed. Though their lives often pulled them in opposite directions, Fernando and Y/n made time for each other, carefully navigating the delicate beginnings of their relationship.

On a crisp morning in the city, a few months into their romance, they found themselves at a quaint cafe, eager to share news that had been building in both their lives. They sat in a far corner, their usual spot regardless of the establishment, as they indulged in their choice of coffee and pastries. They’d been talking for hours, their laughter littering the atmosphere as they shared stories of their day-to-day lives. But as the conversation shifted toward something more serious, Y/n felt the need to tell him about her work.

“I’ve been working on some new projects,” she began. “The organization has been focusing on bridging the gap between sustainability and industries that often overlook it,” she explained as she took the finishing sip of her cappuccino.

Fernando looked at her with genuine interest painting his features, a slight smile drawn across his lips. “I think what you’re doing is amazing. It’s not easy, I bet.”

Y/n nodded, her eyes lighting up as she spoke. “It’s been a real struggle, but it’s worth it, you know? I’ve been mainly working on reducing the carbon footprint of the fashion and technology industries, but I’ve been diving deeper into how motorsports can play a role too.” She paused, then let out a slight chuckle, “I know it’s ironic, considering my complete lack of knowledge about cars and racing.”

Fernando reciprocated the chuckle, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “I think you’d be surprised, you might have a lot more in common with motorsports than you think.”

Y/n slightly cocked her head in confusion, but before she could respond, she became aware of the slight murmurs coming from the rest of the patrons. Her eyes flickered around the cafe, noticing the subtle whispers and glances thrown their way. A few turned their heads, avoiding eye contact with her, while others held it as if trying to memorize Y/n’s face.

Y/n shifted uncomfortably in her seat, looking down at her empty cup, unsure how to react. Fernando noticed almost immediately, his brows furrowing in concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice laced with worry.

Y/n glanced around again before focusing on the man across from her. “Do you have any idea why people keep looking at us? Are we doing something weird?” she asked, slightly ducking her head, she now felt oddly insecure and self-aware.

Fernando’s expression softened as he took her hand, giving her a knowing look. “It’s not you,” he said simply, his voice quieter now. “It’s me.” Y/n tilted her head again in confusion, clearly not understanding what he meant.

“I’m a bit more…well-known than I think you realize,” Fernando continued, a sheepish smile playing at the corners of his lips. “People recognize me, whether I want them to or not. And when I’m out with someone…” he trailed off, a quiet understanding passing between them.

Y/n’s eyes widened in realization. “You’re…famous?”

Fernando nodded. “Something like that.” He laughed softly, though it was tinged with a hint of sadness. “I don’t usually talk about it much, especially with people who don’t know the motorsport world. It’s a bit much to take in sometimes, but it’s part of the package.”

Y/n sat in silence for a moment, processing the information. Her initial unease began to fade as she looked at him, but a new wave of curiosity washed over her. She never considered fame in the equation of their interactions, but now it felt like a weight had settled in the air between them.

“So, what’s it like?” she asked, almost shyly.

Fernando’s lips quirked into a small smile. “It’s a lot of eyes on you. A lot of expectations. A lot of whispers.” He paused, his gaze dropping to the table, a slight sadness creeping into his features. “It’s hard to keep things private when people know you.”

Y/n nodded thoughtfully, her fingers tracing the rim of her cup. “I understand. You know, sometimes I struggle with the environmental work I do ‘cause it feels like everyone only has their eyes on the big guys. It’s hard to make your work known in such an overesaturated field.”

Fernando leaned forward, his tone shifting to something a little more serious. “I can help you with that, you know. With the work you’re doing, I mean. There’s an event coming up. It’s a big one, focusing on the steps motorsports are taking toward sustainability, and you’d be a great fit there. You could meet people in the industry, build some connections.” His eyes softened with sincerity. “It’s an opportunity for you to get your foot in the door.”

Y/n’s eyes brightened. “Really? That sounds amazing.”

He smiled. “Yeah. I’ll have you as my guest. I think it could be a good place for you.”

She smiled back, though her thoughts still lingered on the attention they were receiving. “Thank you, Fernando. I’d love to go.”

As their conversation continued, the stares from the other patrons in the cafe didn’t stop. Y/n couldn’t help but feel like the walls were closing in as more and more people gathered their courage to steal a glance at the couple. When they finally finished their coffees and stood up to leave, Fernando’s hand brushed against hers, and Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted.

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A few days later, Fernando and Carlos found themselves on a sun-drenched golf course, the mid-afternoon light casting short shadows over the pristine grass. They had been friends for years, but there was something about how Fernando’s behavior had shifted recently that made Carlos more attentive than usual.

Fernando had been quieter and more withdrawn, and today was no exception. As they padded down the fairway, Carlos couldn’t ignore the subtle signs: the distracted glances, how his usually carefree demeanor seemed tethered to something more serious.

“You’re not yourself today,” Carlos remarked, glancing at Fernando, who was lining up his shot. “What’s going on?”

Fernando took a deep breath, setting the club down for a moment. “It’s…it’s nothing, really.” He turned to face Carlos, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. “It’s just… you know, there’s someone I’ve been seeing.”

Carlos raised an eyebrow, already sensing there was more to this than Fernando was letting on. “Someone special?”

Fernando hesitated. “Yeah, I guess so.” He glanced off in the distance, his eyes far away for a moment. “But it’s complicated.”

Carlos, ever the curious one, was quick to press. “Complicated how?”

Fernando’s gaze flickered to the ground, as though he was weighing the decision to share more. “It’s… the age gap. Between us. I’ve only told you because, well, I trust you. We’re keeping things low-key for now. People have a lot of opinions, especially about stuff like that.”

Carlos’ expression softened. He’d been Fernando’s friend through thick and thin, and while the news surprised him, he understood the need for secrecy. “You’re not the only one, mate,” he said, lightly patting him on the back. “Everyone’s got an opinion about relationships, especially in our world.”

Fernando nodded, grateful for Carlos’ understanding. “Yeah. So for now, it’s just between us.”

Later that evening, the glow of the event’s lights welcomed Fernando and Y/n as they drove up to the venue. Before they could leave Fernando’s Valkyrie, Y/n asked a question that was itching at the back of her mind.

“So what is it exactly that you do for a living?” Y/n refrained from searching for him online, afraid she would uncover something she would rather not know.

Fernando hesitated a bit, despite knowing it was better to come clean now. “Well, I’m a Formula 1 driver. This is an F1 event actually, all my colleagues will be inside.” When he turned to see Y/n’s wide-eyed expression, Fernando assured her she didn’t need to impress since nobody knew of their connection.

They stepped into the venue, which hummed with the energy of motorsport industry professionals, media personalities, and environmental activists alike. The venue was a sprawling, modern building, and the perfect backdrop for Y/n’s growing career in environmentalism. Fernando could see the spark in her eyes as she took in the scene, all hesitation from before evaporating.

But as they entered, Y/n immediately felt the need to distance herself, her instinct to blend in taking over. While Fernando introduced her to a few people, she spent most of the evening networking, making connections that would benefit her future work. She didn’t want to draw attention as someone’s girlfriend, especially Fernando’s. She kept her interactions professional, answering questions about her work the entire night, and steering the conversation away from anything too personal.

Fernando, however, wasn’t as good at keeping his emotions under wraps. His subtle mood changes didn’t go unnoticed by the drivers and other guests at the event. They could see how he smiled a little softer, how his eyes lingered when he looked at her. It wasn’t a mood they were used to seeing from Fernando–he usually kept everything too guarded to let his true feelings show. But tonight, there was a difference.

“Dude,” his teammate, Lance Stroll, asked him quietly, as they stood near the bar, “Is everything okay with you? You’ve been…different.”

Fernando blinked, his attention snapping back to the present. He offered a tight smile, trying to mask his swirling emotions. “Yeah, just…tired,” he replied, not wanting to reveal anything more. “Long day.”

But Carlos, who had been watching from a distance, could see through the façade. He pulled Fernando aside for a more private conversation.

“What’s going on, Fernando? You seem distant tonight,” Carlos asked gently, his voice carrying a tone of concern.

Fernando sighed, knowing it was time to acknowledge what kept causing his attention to drift. “The person I’m seeing, she’s here tonight. But I don’t want to draw too much attention to her.”

Carlos nodded in understanding. “You’re keeping it under wraps because of the age thing, right?”

Fernando gave a short, almost bitter laugh. “Yeah. That’s part of it. But it’s more than just that. We’re keeping things low-key because we don’t want the media or anyone making assumptions before we’re ready to deal with all that. It’s just…a lot, and she’s not used to it yet.”

Carlos glanced over to where Y/n was, still conversing with a group of guests, the contrast of her professionalism and the personal connection between her and Fernando hanging like a secret.

“I get it,” Carlos said softly. “But you can’t hide forever, Fernando. People are going to start asking questions, especially if your behavior keeps giving it away.”

Fernando sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But this isn't just about me. It's her life, her work, her reputation. I want to protect her from the chaos in all of this."

Carlos' expression softened. "I understand. But if she's the one, and it sounds like she might be, you'll have to face it together at some point. People will talk, but if you're both sure about each other, it won't matter."

Fernando looked over at Y/n again, watching her with admiration and longing as her animated gestures lit up the conversation she was having across the room. She seemed so comfortable, so confident, even among strangers. That strength was one of the many things that drew him to her. He had always been the one to play things close to the chest, but this relationship–this person–felt different.

Carlos gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "For what it's worth, you look happier than I've seen you in years. Don't let anything get in the way of that."

“I know,” Fernando replied quietly. “But for now I want to protect her. And myself,”

As the evening continued, Fernando remained reserved, offering little more than polite responses to his fellow drivers. His connection with Y/n was too new and fragile, and he wasn’t ready for the world to know yet. Not until they were able to face it together. Their path forward wouldn't be easy, but Fernando knew as he watched Y/n laugh and light up the room, that she was worth every complication.

Written By: CorzyDoie <3

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[blorbocedes]

nico hulkenberg fans please stop tagging stuff as "nico", unless you're posting about nico rosberg, because that tag is literally for the monaco based youtuber, not hulkenberg, not f1 related in the first place. i know it may be confusing to those who don't know what beating hamilton in equal machinery is but literally you guys are taking over a tag which isn't for him. hulkenberg has multiple tags for his stuff (flop, no wins, suck kevin's balls) he doesn't need another one, because this one is for the 2016 world champion which is about the german-finnish eco entrepreneur malewife girldad nico rosberg

[dermonster]

The Lord of Steel

A picture by my good friend @heartlessmushroom, depicting Astra the Kirlia inside a cavern on a tall ledge, overlooking the kaiju-sized corpse of a long-dead Aggron. Bioluminescent blue moss coats both the beast and the cavern it is within. The bottom of the Aggron is rusting. There is a waterfall in the background, forming a pool and a stream that leads into the darkness. Some of the moss has crept into the skull, forming a pseudo-eye within the socket which peers back at Astra.

You can find heartlessMushroom at these locations here!

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You can find my Pokemon fanfic Hyphen, for which this was drawn for, on multiple websites: Spacebattles Forums SufficientVelocity Forums Archive of our Own Royal Road

Hyphen Synopsis: 'Leaving the safety of her hidden commune, a Ralts narrowly avoids capture on Hoenn Route 102. Finding a discarded pokeball, she ventures into the human world only to discover that her home is in danger from Humanity's rapid expansion. Now she has one recourse: disguise herself as human and become the pokemon champion before her village is discovered, and prevent the tragedy that is sure to come.

It's too bad she has to deal with subterfuge, eco-terrorism, the end of the world, and awkward inter-species friendships along the way.'

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Preserving Nature's Legacy: Sow the Seeds of Sustainability

YouTube Preserving Nature’s Legacy This holiday season.  Preserving Nature’s Legacy: Friends of Saskatoon Afforestation Areas Be a Friend of the Forest: Imagine contributing to the preservation of these green treasures, just like Jack, whose life is enriched by the tranquility these spaces bring. 🌿 Join the Green Movement in Saskatoon! 🌿 Hey Nature Enthusiasts! 🌍 We’re on a mission to preserve…

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May I have a Pokémon ID Pack please?

heavily focused grass + fairy typing, ethan / gold, pokepasta, and fem / neu things for u <- heavily personalized bc i know requester

NAMES !! — Asher – Shay – Bloom – Tulip – Oak – Lyra – Dawn – Marine – Mollie – Ethan – Eco – Eusine – ... – Hurry – Quill – Allie

NOUN PRNS (3RDP) !! — poké / pokés – pika / pikas – bulb / bulbas – unown / unowns – lost / losts – gameboy / gameboys – fai / fairy – silv / silver – silver / silvers – gold / golds

EMOJI PRNS (3RDP) !! — 👒 / 👒s – 🌺 / 🌺s – 🌿 / 🌿s – 🌼 / ��s – 🌱 / 🌱s – 💬 / 💬s – 🎀 / 🎀s – 🏆 / 🏆s – 🥇 / 🥇s – 👁‍🗨 / 👁‍🗨s

TILES !! — The Champion – The One Lost Atop Mount Silver – The Frilled Grass Trainer Adorned in Pink – [ prn ] Who is Dead – The Afraid Ghost Gym Leader – [ prn ] Who Was Ripped Limb from Limb – The Monochromatic Trainer – [ prn ] Who Fights in/for Johto

LABELS !! — Pokétistic – ♀️gender – Pokawaiic – PreciousMetalShipic / Huntershipic – Dissopokétrain – Alcremic – Grasserin – Fairren – Lavendertownic – Palkesbian – Wilderic – MissingNoveric – Pokestuffedregressic – Sapphgamic / PokeSapphgamic

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[thevindicativevordan]

Regarding the recent Jor-El retcon, I agree with you. I kinda see where Waid is coming from. Jor sentencing people to basically Hell might be a step too far. After all, by the end of the day, we are supposed to like him (at least imo). But there were ways around it without having to make him flawless. Davidmann95 had an idea years ago about making Jor-El like Lex Luthor. I think there could have been an arc where Jor starts of as an arrogant dipshit, the embodibent of the "cold science over compassion" tendency that kryptonians sometimes had, but who changes over the course of his life and because of his relationship with Lara. From championing the Phantom Zone as a solution for Krypton's criminals, to someone who speaks against it, but is ignored by the Council.

Then, when he finds out Krypton is doomed, he tries his best to avoid it, thinking that, if he can save everyone, he can make up for his sins with the Zone. First he sugests, like in the DCAU, to put everyone in the Zone and to rocket someone to another planet, so that this person can free them later, but the Council shuts it down. The Jax-Ur destroys Wegthor and the Council doubles down on banning space travel. Then Jor tries to create an space arc, but Brainiac steals Kandor, where the prototype arc is.

This way, we can see a man who changed for the better trying helplessly to atone for his mistakes and save everyone, but failing. His detractors and the Council might even use his former arrogance as an argument against him, saying he keeps spreading "lies" because he is too arrogant to admit he is wrong. All of this could add much to the tragedy of Krypton's demise.

In the end, Jor-El fails to save Krypton. But he does succeed in saving his son, which will, indirectly, save countless lives. This way, we have a story about someone who changed for the better and tried to do the right thing, ecoing the themes of Superman stories, that people should strive to always do better. Also, as I mentioned above, it mirrors what Clark wants Lex, another arrogant scientist, to do.

Giving Jor a character arc where he starts out being enthusiastic about using the Phantom Zone as a prison, only to gradually realize how messed up the whole concept is, would be fine. That shows character growth, it shows that Jor wasn't ill-intentioned, merely ill-informed about what the negative repercussions of using the Zone like that on people could be. Kicker is: Waid has already done a story like that!

His handling of Reed Richards is perfect for Jor-El! Reed is consumed by regret and remorse over rushing his friends to fly a space ship without taking the time to make sure it's safe! Jor could have had that exact same arc! Waid didn't absolve Reed of all blame for what he did, he used Reed's foul-up to make the reader sympathize with him. As a result Reed became a deeper more interesting character. Contrast that with Jor who is a flatter, more boring character after being scrubbed of flaws.

Anonymous asked: Doesn't the Waid Jor-el change kinda ruin the Phantom Zoners as characters now, especially Zod and Xa-du. "Son of my jailer" hardly hits as hard when Jor-el wasn't in control of the projector, and it kinda ruins the whole dynamic with Zod. Hoping this is ignored going forward given the old take had cemented itself for decades. Less hopeful about Aethyr though, such an incredible concept made to be nothing now

Yes it makes zero sense now! Unless Waid is going to have the Science Council force Jor to be the one to actually use the Projector on people, why would any of them blame him for sending them to the Phantom Zone? That Rox guy is an ass and enjoys lording his power over others. You telling me he wouldn't enjoy being the one to send the prisoners to the Phantom Zone? I don't believe that. Let's hope this gets retconned out with haste.

Aethyr... well I suppose PKJ or someone else could simply ignore what Waid is doing, or retcon this Aethyr as being an avatar of the true Aethyr like Johns did to Brainiac.

[platinumpurity]

AIDA SARMIENTO

Global Business Maven Aida Expands Impact, Advocates Sustainable Fashion.

Ries Del Sur – Aida, a prominent figure in the global cosmetics and fashion sector, has unleashed a series of initiatives aimed at promoting environmental responsibility and uplifting underrepresented artists. In a concerted effort to reduce her fashion line's environmental footprint, Aida has pledged to incorporate eco-friendly materials, thereby minimizing plastic waste in her beauty product packaging. Her outreach does not end there.

Aida has extended this support to emerging, gifted artists often overlooked by the industry, providing them with financial backing, mentorship, and a platform to shine.

One of the talented beneficiaries, Melody Guzman , expressed her gratitude, stating, "Aida's backing has granted me a spotlight I never envisioned attaining. It is truly inspiring to witness someone as accomplished as her extending a helping hand to the up-and-coming generation."

In addition to her entrepreneurial pursuits, Aida has recently engaged in political activism, championing more stringent regulations on vigilante actions within the country's jurisdiction. She has been unambiguous in her convictions, famously asserting, "Superheroes are a liability running in flashy costume," making it obvious that she wants proper authorities to handle public safety rather than entrusting unruly individuals.

OOC moment/mod mj: yeaahhh what you read was a lie except for like... the last part.

[I run these blogs: @gothamskidgenius @maryjayden ]

Soo here's the rest of her about

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Name: Aida Sarmiento

Age: Early 30's

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Sexuality: Unlabled

Skill: Corporate Leadership & Business Strategy

Likes:

- Sowing

- Fur coats

- Conspiracy theories

- Pastries

- Trinkets

Dislikes:

- alcohol

- any form of smoking

- AI art/ NFTs

- Hot weather

- Cluttered workspaces

- Strong perfume/cologne

HEADCANONS:

• Adores trinkets— especially with parts from kids' toys. It could be a fruit eraser, a shopkin, a random lego piece. She's keeping it in her trinket box.

• She flirted with an crazy amount of people throughout her life but never really considered dating.

• Her father was a drag queen.

• Feels a little motherly towards younger workers and tries to brush it aside.

• Says ASMR is weird but listens to it every night.

[solarpunkbusiness]

Woodpecker: Building affordable housing in Columbia using coffee chaff and recycled plastic

Woodpecker, a Bogotá-based startup, is ingeniously addressing the country’s pronounced housing shortage, particularly in economically challenged communities. By utilizing the copious coffee husks produced by the coffee industry, Woodpecker skillfully manufactures lightweight, prefabricated panels combined with recycled plastic. 

These panels serve as the foundation for constructing homes and classrooms. Woodpecker’s structures are not only cost-effective, retailing at about US$4,500, but they are also designed for straightforward, do-it-yourself assembly. This facilitates swift deployment in regions with scant infrastructure. The construction materials champion eco-friendliness, and their resistance to pests and moisture makes them a excellent choice for low-income housing across Colombia’s diverse climates. 

CEO Alejandro Franco’s innovation was spotlighted when the Colombian government deployed Woodpecker homes as a rapid housing solution for Hurricane Iota victims in 2020. Despite encountering no power, muddy conditions and numerous other challenges, the homes proved indispensable in providing immediate shelter to those in dire need, especially in Providencia, where the hurricane had nearly eradicated infrastructure. Presently, Woodpecker has successfully marketed over 2,600 homes and is ambitiously planning for expansion.

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[extravagantliar]

REPOST AND LIST 6 SONGS THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

do better - say anything

Your life is always the post of something else / Where's the present? The way that you present yourself / And it's disgusting how little that you try / The existential equivalent of pink eye / Drink alone and watch TV / You're expecting harmonies /To tap your tune with silver spoons / The anthem of impending doom / Guiding Satan's steady hand / Forcing Beatles to disband /It's eco-freaks and drama queens / The young at heart know what I mean

i'm not calling you a liar - florence & the machine

I'm not calling you a liar / Just don't lie to me / I'm not calling you a thief / Just don't steal from me / I'm not calling you a ghost / Just stop haunting me /And I love you so much / I'm gonna let you / Kill me

as it was - prep ( a harry styles cover )

Seems you cannot be replaced / And I'm the one who will stay / oh In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was / In this world, it's just us / You know it's not the same as it was / As it was / You know it's not the same

pale white horse - the oh hellos

It was a pale white horse / With a crooked smile / And I knew it was my time / It was the raging storm of a foreign war / And a face I'd seen before

what's the use? - mac miller

All the way in with no exit plan / Already left and the jet don't land / Yeah, the time is ticking / Come take a ride, get inside, this is highly different / I'm talking fly, got the pilot with me / Can I mind my business? / Why you trippin'? / Give you somethin' that your eyes can witness / Ooh, too close / I don't understand why you doing the most

non stop - hamilton original broadway cast

Why do you assume you're the smartest in the room? / Soon that attitude may be your doom / Why do you write like you're running out of time? / Write day and night like you're running out of time? /Everyday you fight, like you're running out of time / Keep on fighting in the meantime / Non-stop

honorable mentions ( some are scores ):

northwest passage - stan rogers hey look ma I made it - panic! at the disco can you hear the music? - ludwig göransson thumbnail - louie zong & brian david gilbert he sleeps - james newton howard and macro velocci I'm a wanted man - royal deluxe

& LIST 6 QUOTES THAT INSPIRE YOU TO WRITE YOUR MUSE:

I am not a brave man. I believe I am starting to come to terms with that fact, but I am, in certain circumstances, a very stubborn one. - the magnus archives

People who claim that they're evil are usually no worse than the rest of us... It's people who claim that they're good, or any way better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of. - gregory magurie - wicked

I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear. - nelson mandela

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past - f scott fitzgerald - the great gatsby

What is a champion? For me, I don't know when I was finally smart enough to understand this, but for me now, it's got less to do with gloves on your hand and how hard a punch you can take, than how great of endurance you have, both emotionally, psychologically, and physical endurance. - teddy atlas

I have read my books by many lights, hoarding their beauty, their wit or wisdom against the dark days when I would have no book, nor a place to read. I have known hunger of the belly kind many times over, but I have known a worse hunger: the need to know and to learn - louis l'amour

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tagging. everyone has done it so - @extravagantrook you're up.