#Lotus Notes To Outlook

[olm-to-pst]

How to Import Lotus Notes NSF File to Outlook.com

[pstconvertersoftware]

How to NSF File to Thunderbird profile?

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[coven-of-genesis]

Flower metaphysical properties & meanings

Flowers have long been associated with symbolic meanings and metaphysical properties.

Here are some common flowers and their metaphysical properties:

Rose: The rose is often associated with love, beauty, and passion. It is used for attracting love, enhancing self-love, and promoting emotional healing.

Lavender: Lavender is known for its calming and soothing properties. It is often used to promote relaxation, relieve stress and anxiety, and aid in sleep.

Sunflower: The sunflower represents joy, positivity, and abundance. It is associated with boosting self-confidence, attracting prosperity, and cultivating a positive outlook on life.

Lotus: The lotus is a symbol of purity and spiritual enlightenment. It represents growth, transformation, and rising above challenges. It is often used in meditation and spiritual practices.

Daisy: Daisies are associated with innocence, purity, and new beginnings. They are often used for promoting clarity, purifying energy, and attracting positive energies.

Jasmine: Jasmine is known for its intoxicating scent and is associated with love, sensuality, and attracting romance. It is used for enhancing passion, deepening connections, and inviting positive relationships.

Lily: Lilies symbolize purity, rebirth, and spiritual awakening. They are often used for purification, invoking divine energies, and connecting with higher realms.

Orchid: Orchids are associated with beauty, grace, and elegance. They represent fertility, sensuality, and spiritual growth. Orchids are often used to enhance creativity and attract harmonious energy.

Tulip: Tulips symbolize love, abundance, and growth. They are used for manifesting desires, nurturing relationships, and promoting personal growth and expansion.

Peony: Peonies represent prosperity, healing, and good fortune. They are often used for attracting abundance, prosperity, and luck.

It's important to note that the metaphysical properties of flowers can vary based on cultural, spiritual, and individual interpretations.

When working with flowers for metaphysical purposes, it's beneficial to trust your intuition and personal connection with the flower, as well as to research and honor the cultural and symbolic meanings associated with them.

[cowboygenesis]

3: al limone | kylo ren x reader

part 3 of the "bump it, cool it" series: masterlist. | buy me a coffee?

pairing: [modern!au] kylo ren x reader chapter warnings: explicit language, arguing, smoking, drugs. word count: 4k series summary: when your roommate’s older brother needs a place to crash, you begrudgingly offer up your couch— only to realize he’s the most insufferable, entitled asshole you’ve ever met. the worst part? you can’t seem to stop thinking about him. notes: last chapter of the bulk i've written this past week. i'm slowly running out of adam driver gifs, so please send more if you have access lolol

Now Playing: Lotus Flower - Radiohead

You wake up in a daze, eyes glazed with sleep when you rub them. Your bed is a mess of blankets and pillows piled against the wall, partially covering your legs. You hear your PC fluttering in your ears and the subtle smell of soy wax hovering in the air. After changing into your home-appropriate clothes�� a pair of loose sweatpants and a tank top— and washing off your makeup, you must have abandoned your desk and fallen asleep.

Rumbling sleepily, you get up and yawn. The small digital clock on your desk reads ‘00:34’, and your stomach rumbles. You haven’t eaten since the afternoon, and your body is beginning to catch up with that fact.

You throw on a semi-fresh hoodie from your pile of clothes and leave your room. As you close the door behind you, you realize that the apartment feels warmer. A soft light spreads through the hall, and a quiet tune plays from the TV in the living room— you think it’s Sade.

Rey is home.

You hear her laughter before you even round the corner. When you stroll into the kitchen, you find the siblings sitting at the table, two bowls and a bottle of red sitting between them.

Right— Kylo.

Your restful nap was almost enough to make you believe his arrival was merely a bad dream. Alas, there he was, sitting at the dining table with a somewhat bright smile on his face as he listens to his sister speak. Stupidly, the sight of it is enough to make you reconsider your outlook.

Rey’s eyes brighten when she spots you, calling out your name with a pleasant lilt. She sports an outfit similar to you, leaning against the backrest with her legs tucked.

“There you are!” she calls out, motioning for you to come closer. You give her a lazy smile, still trying to blink away the sleep as you approach. “Did you two get to meet?”

Kylo, leaning back in his chair with a nuanced smile on his face, meets your gaze over the rim of his wine glass. “Oh, we met.”

“Right,” You give him a deadpan look before turning your attention to Rey again. You’re already starting to feel that simmering annoyance in your gut as you approach her from behind and wrap your arms around her shoulders. “I had no idea he was coming.”

Rey leans against your chest and sighs— you think it might be apologetic. “I know, I’m sorry for not texting.”

“It was impromptu,” Kylo adds flatly, and you decide to ignore him due to his uninterested tone alone.

“You gave him the keys,” you hum, arching a brow that Rey can’t catch.

“Well, yeah,” she shrugs. “I wasn’t sure when you’d get home, and work got hectic around the time he left.”

Kylo’s eyes meet yours, and your nostrils flare at the smirk painting his lips— long gone is the warm, bright grin you caught when you first walked in. He’s enjoying this, in a sick, sadistic way.

Rey, oblivious to the silent battle waging between you and her brother, claps her hands together. You sigh, breaking your embrace and moving to stand at her side.

“Now that you’re both here, you can finally get to know each other properly,” She beams at you. “Come sit.”

You purse your lips, pointedly avoiding Kylo’s gaze as it seems to bore into you relentlessly. You’re still unsure about the nature of his antics, but with Rey to intervene, you feel a little more at ease. “Fine.”

You pull up the chair between them and take a hesitant seat. Rey gives you an encouraging smile before her eyebrows shoot up. “Oh! Let me get you a glass.”

“It’s fine—” You begin your protest, but the chair is already scraping against the floor as your roommate shoots up.

Your eyes flicker toward Kylo, and you find that he’s still staring. His dark gaze scans your sleep-swollen face, half-clean hoodie, and whatever else he seems to be finding funny about your visage because for a moment, you catch him chuckle.

“There you go,” Rey sighs after closing the cupboard behind you. She approaches you with a fresh wine glass, setting it in front of you and reaching for a half-finished bottle of red.

Kylo’s gaze moves away almost immediately, but it’s not out of shame— it’s like he’s pointedly adamant about not giving you any more attention than he needs to.

“So,” Rey starts, pouring you a hefty glass before she sits down again. “How bad was it?”

You blink, placing your fingers around the stem of your glass. “What?”

“Your first impression of Kylo.” She grins, playful and a little teasing when her gaze flickers to him.

You glance at him, too. He’s still leaning back, one hand curled around his glass. He quirks a brow as if daring you to say something unhinged. You’d love to, but you know better than to entertain his sick fantasies.

Your fingers tighten around your stemware. “I thought he was an intruder.”

Rey snorts, giving her brother a knowing glare. You have a feeling she doesn’t know you’re being literal. “That bad?”

Kylo hums, setting his glass down. “She tried to kill me,” He tilts his head slightly, eyes flickering over you in a way that makes your skin prickle. “So feisty.”

You shoot him a look, but not wanting to disappoint Rey, you keep your tone light. “Go to hell.”

His smile widens just a fraction, and your blood boils. ‘What would it take to wipe that shit off his freckled fucking face?’ you think.

As expected, Rey doesn’t seem to notice your quarrel. Growing up with Kylo, you assume she’s used to the banter or deliberately doesn’t want to be part of it.

“I knew you’d get along,” she smiles, reaching for her dish and moving it your way. It’s a half-finished bowl of pasta in a cream-colored sauce, speckled with bits of parsley and chili. Even from here, you can feel the pleasant fragrance of lemon. “Eat. It’s the least he can do.”

You eye the food suspiciously, then shift your gaze to Kylo. “You cooked?”

He lets out a low snort, followed by a lazy eye roll. You realize it’s the first time you’ve heard him laugh, and somehow, the sound sends a jolt down your spine. “Do I look like I cook?”

You roll your eyes to match his expression, grabbing a fork anyway. You’re hungry, and you’d rather risk poisoning than deny a free, home-cooked meal. “Figured I should ask before I drop dead.”

“He helped me out,” Rey explains through a scoff, cupping her chin in her palms as she watches you stab some penne onto the prongs. Silently, you imagine Rey stressing over the pots while Kylo hands her ingredients or stirs the pasta water with a juvenile scowl on his face. Serves him well, you think.

“I’m not trying to kill you,” he quips flatly, and you quirk an eyebrow at him. You notice that like most things coming out of his mouth, his words sound like a taunt. “Yet.”

“I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

Rey watches as you take a bite, amusement flickering across her face. The dish is lukewarm by now, but bursting with subtle flavors— garlic, onion, and that lemon peel you smelled before.

“What is it?” you question between bites, feeling the warmth of the spices settling within your belly.

“Penne al limone,” your roommate explains, taking a sip of her wine. You don’t catch the usual prideful smile on her face, so you assume the dish was whipped up in a hurry. Still, like everything Rey prepares, it’s delicious.

“Mhm,” you nod, purposefully giving her an ambiguous look. “Did Kylo actually help you, or—”

“Shut up and tell me if it’s good!” she pokes your bicep, and you chuckle with her— the calories seem to do fine amping your mood up, at least for now.

You look down, chewing the pasta thoughtfully before reaching for your wine. The tartness hits your tongue, followed by a brief notion of something spicy. The pasta is slightly overcooked, but you can’t imagine that’d be Rey’s fault. “It’s good.”

Kylo leans forward slightly, resting an elbow on the table. “High praise.”

Your lips try to press into a thin line, but the corners curl upward, anyway.

Rey sighs, exasperated, but there’s a fondness in her expression as she looks between the two of you. “I can already tell this is going to be a thing.”

Kylo smirks into his wine. “And by ‘this’ you mean?”

“You know exactly what it means,” she retorts, reaching across the table to nudge his arm before turning to you. “He does this— pokes, prods, and pisses you off until you show him weakness.”

You scoff, setting your fork down inside the bowl. “Pissing people off at your big age?”

Kylo lifts his glass in a mock toast, clearly unoffended by your remark. “Took you long enough to figure it out.”

You roll your eyes, willing yourself to ignore him. But he makes it difficult— you feel his subtle gaze on you through every bite or sip, like he’s waiting for a moment to pounce with those clever quips when you least expected. If he’s like this as an adult, you can’t imagine him as a teenager.

“Okay, now that you’re fed, let’s do this properly,” She gestures between the two of you. “Kylo, meet my roommate,” she enunciates your name, “she puts up with my nonsense and keeps this place from falling apart.”

Kylo tips his chin in acknowledgment, but his eyes don’t leave yours.

“She’s exaggerating,” you huff a dry laugh between bites. “She’s the one keeping things in working order. I’m a mess and a half.”

Rey rolls her eyes with a tight smile, poking your arm again. “A mess that does all our paperwork.”

You grin at her, but before you can retort, Kylo’s voice cuts through the thrum of an R&B tune. “What else?”

You blink at him, your smile dropping as you try to figure out his vague query. “What?”

“What do you do?” his gaze sharpens, placing the finished glass of wine on the table next to his bowl. “Other than tax fraud and keeping Rey in line, that is.”

You hesitate, caught off guard by the intimacy of the question. He must mean your occupation, right?

“I’m in a Master’s program for Literature,” you answer after a moment, sipping your wine. “Plus waitering at a restaurant. Part-time.”

Kylo hums, leaning lazily against his palm. You realize you had preferred when he was leaning back— the new position puts you close enough to smell his cologne. Could it be pine? “Sounds miserable.”

You let out a dry laugh, lifting your fork to pick off some more pasta from the bowl. You’re not hungry anymore, but the activity does well in distracting you from his looming presence. “Thanks.”

“I mean it.”

You raise an eyebrow, crossing your arms over your chest and leaning back. “What about you?”

Rey groans, dropping her head into her hands at your query. “Oh, no.”

Kylo’s lips twitch as he mulls your words over. “I run an IT firm.”

You tilt your head, eyeing his smug expression. You remember Rey mentioning his background in programming, but never anything about an actual firm. “An IT firm?”

He nods, shrugging softly. Come to think of it, his smirk doesn’t seem so much smug as it is… prideful. “Implementing software, testing, contracts—”

“So, capitalism, but with extra steps,” you cut him off, your own self-satisfied smirk threatening to plaster your face.

Rey cackles between sips, nearly choking on her wine as she leans in to place a hand on your bicep. “Oh, I love you.”

Kylo, to his credit, doesn’t bristle one bit. If anything, his trademark glare returns to his face. “Something like that.”

You narrow your eyes slightly, studying him. There’s something in his expression you’re struggling to read, but with adrenaline pumping through your blood, the next words come out smoothly. “Sounds miserable.”

Rey loses it. She’s full-on laughing now, clutching her stomach, while Kylo watches you with a slow, deliberate tilt of his head—like he’s deciding whether to be annoyed or entertained.

Eventually, he settles on the latter. Or maybe both, you’re not quite sure. “Touché.”

You raise your empty wine glass to finally meet his mock toast, the smirk on your lips outgrowing his own. Perhaps you could get used to playing this game, provided you’d be the one coming out victorious at the end of each day. It’s just for a few weeks, anyway, so what have you got to lose?

You reach for the wine bottle, refilling your empty glass. “So you’re pretty seriously settled. Work and all.”

Kylo gives you a look before nodding subtly. “Sure.”

You hum in acknowledgment, picking the glass up by its stem and raising it to your lips. “What happened, then?”

The subtle mirth you caught in his eyes disappears almost immediately. He lowers his glass slightly, eyeing you with his lips pressed tight. “What?”

“As in,” you begin, your tone slowing a tad once you pick up on his dry tone. Beside you, Rey’s shoulders tense. “What made you want to stay here?”

His jaw clenches, teeth gritting when he finally places his glass down. It hits the table with a loud thud, making you wince a bit. His eyes seem to darken in the dim light of the kitchen, scanning you with something akin to frustration, or worse. “No.”

You raise an eyebrow at his flat response, placing your own drink down. Your gaze briefly shifts to Rey, who looks between you with her lip caught in her teeth. You can’t quite tell what she’s thinking, but it’s obvious that you’ve overstepped a boundary.

When you look back to Kylo, you spot his fists clenched in front of him, knuckles white. You tilt your head slightly, putting on a small smile. Maybe it’s the wine, but momentarily, you feel like the two of you got along decently for a moment— like there was hope. You don’t want to fuck it up by asking the wrong questions or being insensitive. “Are you okay?”

“Stop,” he grits, raising both hands to rub at his face. “Don’t do that.”

Your eyebrows pinch further, lips close to a confused sneer when you try to meet his gaze. Your voice is soft when it comes, your last-ditch effort at maintaining some semblance of peace. “Do what?”

“That,” he near-hisses, finally meeting your gaze. His eyes are dark like a brewing storm, penetrating your skull as you swallow thickly. “Acting like you give a shit.”

“Excuse me?” you utter, incredulous at his sudden outburst.

“Guys—” Rey begins pleadingly, but she’s promptly cut off by Kylo’s hand slamming the table. It’s not violent, but the sound is enough to stun his sister into silence.

“You heard me,” he replies, his gaze locked with yours while you try your best to break away from it.

“God, sorry for trying to get to know you better,” you roll your eyes, voice mocking as the adrenaline within you begins to brew anew. You don’t understand what you’ve done wrong, yet the warm atmosphere around you seems to crumble within seconds when he speaks again.

“Right,” he scoffs, words dripping with venom, “Like I fucking asked you to.”

Oh.

His words settle into your chest like a heavy weight, making your fingers rap around the table as you prepare to bolt. Despite your developing hatred, it stings. “It’s not your fucking choice to make!”

“It’s not,” he mutters, head tilted as his gaze bores into you. It’s sharp, testing, and focused— like assessing prey. “But it’s not yours, either.”

“So what?” you rub your temples, meeting his eyes with your own. “Shall I keep to myself from now on? Keep to myself?”

“Wouldn’t be unusual,” he spits through a chuckle, words laced with venom.

You drop your gaze for a moment, gripping at the material of your sweatpants and trying to keep the tears in. You hate that he does this. You hate that he refuses to act cordial, and then pretends to know everything there is to you— it’s enough to make you stutter and babble nonsense.

“You’re right,” you laugh sardonically, eyes glazed over. “Guess I’m just a heartless bitch.”

His fury seems to drop just minimally at your words. He exhales sharply, moving his gaze away with a twitch of the lips, fingers tapping anxiously against the table. “Your own words.”

And that’s your final straw. With your heartbeat thrumming in your ears and face heating red, you push yourself away from the table with a sharp exhale. You catch Rey reaching her hand toward you in your peripheral, but all you can focus on are those fucking pools of black staring into you. There’s no mockery, no mirth, just a menial stillness that sparks embers within you.

“Fuck you,” you grit through your teeth, nails digging into your palms as you stand up. Your legs feel like cotton, but you can’t let him win by succumbing to the anger. Not while he’s watching so insistently.

“Real mature,” he huffs, voice low as he crosses his arms.

You let out a sharp breath, your fingers curling into your palms. “Mature?” You laugh, but it’s humorless as your patience thins. “You’re trying to lecture me about maturity?”

“I’m just making sure you understand,” Kylo tilts his head, eyebrows furrowed. “I don’t owe you a conversation.”

Your jaw tightens. “Uh-huh. Heaven forbid someone tries to dig,” You shake your head, exhaling sharply. “But I guess it’s not something you’re prepared to handle, right?”

His eyes flash with rage, lips pressing into a thin line. “You think you’ve got me all figured out?” he scoffs, his voice treading toward a yell. “You don’t know a damn thing.”

“Enough,” Rey interrupts, voice taut with frustration as she tries to reach for Kylo’s hand across the table. He moves away, pushing his chair back with yours. “This is ridiculous!”

You ignore her. “And whose fault is that?” You gesture vaguely at him, exasperation leaking into your tone as Kylo finally stands. His height is intimidating enough to make you halt momentarily, eyeing his stature. “You push, and push, and then dare act surprised when people stop trying.”

He exhales sharply, gripping the back of the chair like he’s considering throwing it. Instead, he shoves it back under the table with unnecessary force, making it rattle. “Good,” he mutters, turning toward the door. “Then stop fucking trying.”

You watch as he grabs his coat from the couch headrest, shrugging it on with stiff, jerky movements. His jaw is tight, his shoulders tense, but he doesn’t say another word. Just yanks the door open and disappears into the dark hallway, letting it slam shut behind him.

The silence that follows is thick. The soft jazz tune echoes through the room, interrupted by distant dog barks and cars passing through the open window. You feel Rey’s eyes on you, waiting for you to say something, but you don’t. You just swallow hard, exhaling through your nose before turning on your heel.

“I’m done,” you mutter, shaking your head as you head toward your room.

“Wait—” Rey reaches for you, but you’re already gone, disappearing down the hall where you first appeared. You don’t stop until you’re in your room, the door shutting behind you with a click. You hear her strained voice calling your name, muffled by the thick walls of the apartment.

You press your back against it, squeezing your eyes shut. Your hands are shaking, adrenaline still thrumming under your skin and finally, the hot tears come. They spill down your cheeks in thick streams, urging short hiccups from your throat.

“Fuck him,” you stutter sharply, pressing your palms against your eyes and rubbing. “Fuck him and his shitty, disrespectful attitude.”

You should have trusted your instincts when they yelled at you to decline Rey’s arrangement. Every fiber of your body screamed at you to protect your well-earned peace instead of jeopardizing it for the sake of a stranger, yet here you were, at his mercy. How pathetic it felt to fight for respect at your dinner table, in your own kitchen.

You exhale sharply, pushing yourself away from the door and moving toward the windowsill. You reach for a small tin tucked behind an aloe plant. The metal is cool against your heated skin as you pry it open, fishing out a single, neatly rolled joint that you had been saving for a special occasion— this one wasn’t what you had in mind, but you knew it’d help.

You then reach into the pocket of your hoodie, withdraw a lighter, and swiftly tug the window open. The chilled, February air hits your face, making the wet stains on your face cool. Without hesitation, you light the paper tip, urging it to life in a spark of amber.

The first inhale burns deliciously down your throat, doing enough to steady your heart's erratic, tumultuous pulsating and urge your tears to pause. You exhale slowly, watching the smoke curl into the night as you lean forward, resting your elbows on the sill. The city hums beneath you, a distant siren wailing somewhere beyond the quiet residential street. For a moment, you feel at peace again. As your senses cloud, you can almost pretend today had never happened.

That is until a brief movement in the street below urges you to look.

Kylo stands on the sidewalk, half-shrouded in shadow. The orange glow of his cigarette flares as he brings it to his lips, illuminating the sharp angles of his face even at this distance separating you.

As you watch him exhale, his gaze suddenly finds yours. Your fingers tighten around the joint, but he doesn’t move— just stands there, shoulders tense beneath his jean jacket. There’s no hostility in his stare now. If you hadn’t known better, you’d think he looked tired— maybe even regretful.

He takes another drag, his lips parting slightly as he exhales, the smoke curling toward the clouded sky above. His form rises and falls with it, yet the eye contact perseveres.

Your pulse thrums against your ribs, and you hate that he can still do this to you—that even after everything— even after the venom in his words and the heat in your own, the sight of him standing there, eyes dark and heavy-lidded, still makes something stir within you. You think it’s the onset of that sweet, positively anticipated high until your stomach lunges at the sight of his expression changing. For a moment, you think he’s smirking at you.

A cool breeze snakes through the window, slipping past the heat clinging to your skin. It makes you shiver and briefly reminds you who you’re dealing with.

You inhale sharply, letting the smoke settle in your lungs before exhaling through your nose. Then, without another glance, you shut the window and put the joint out on the ashtray sitting on your desk. The cold lingers on your skin, but you ignore it, pulling the curtains shut with a sharp flick of your wrist.

Part of you hopes he freezes his ass out there. If you wish upon your lucky star, he might lose his lighter and come begging you for yours— but then you stop yourself. Why does the thought of facing him again fill you with butterflies? Momentarily, you think it’s the anxiety. It has to be. There’s nothing about Kylo you find even remotely appealing.

And yet, as you crawl into bed, staring at the ceiling washed in soft, shifting purple light, the ghost of his gaze lingers. You tell yourself that come morning, he’ll be nothing more than a bad taste on your tongue.

But as sleep pulls you under, you dream of vast pine forests.

[box-this-lap]

F1 Driver's Championship winners who switched teams right after they won it

This post was inspired by a question asked by @vro0m the other day. Although they were asking about drivers who left WCC winning teams, i thought drivers champions who ditched their teams would be interesting as well.

Juan Manuel Fangio, 1956->57; Ferrari->Maserati. (was known to drive for a different team after each of his championship wins up yo this point, but its important to note those times had to do with his teams leaving the sport. The only time it was his decision was 1956->57)

Alberto Ascari, 1953->1954; Ferrari->Lancia (Not paid enough, perhaps on the grounds that he was risking his life)

Denny Hulme, 1967->68; Brabham->McLaren (can't find a source on this one but he was extremely close to Bruce McLaren and had driven for him in other race series. To give an idea of why i think their closeness could have been a factor, he was considered a man of fewer words and emotions than Kimi Raikonen, but openly weeped at Bruces death in 1970 during a testing accident)

Jackie Stewart, 1969->70; Matra->Tyrell (this could be semantic. Matra International was a "privateer" team from 1968->69 which was actually a collab between Tyrell the man and the french company Matra. The name of Stewart's team changes from 69-70 because Tyrell the man prefered maintaining a working relationship with Ford whereas Matra was moving on to Chrysler. Wikipedia articles partially seem to think the Tyrell team is basically a continuation of the Matra International team the year prior since Tyrell the man was technically the team owner of each. Matra however enters a works team in 1970 that also ran one race in 1969 so its confusing. )

Jochen Rindt, Honorable mention; he died in the Italian GP practice in 1970. He had such a big lead he still won the championship in spite of his passing.

Nikki Lauda, 1977->78; Ferrari->Brabham (Nikki's huge accident that almost killed him in the 1976 season changed his outlook on racing in exceptionally poor weather conditions. As a result, he refused to race in the 1976 Japanese GP, and lost the championship to James Hunt in the process. Ferarri was pissed about this and it deteriorated his relationship with Ferrari severely for the 1977 season. After being treated so poorly (even in the driver lineup from his point of view) he decided to leave despite winning the championship. Its important to note however that he's believed to have won by consistency despite the car's outright slower pace, so he might have also had technical concerns)

Nelson Piquet, 1987->88; Williams->Lotus (in 86 and 87 Piquet was racing alongside Nigel Mansel in a WCC winning Williams. According to Piquet he had an agreement with team owner Frank Williams that he would be the number one driver for 86, an agreement he felt was neglected after Frank got in a car accident and left the team in the management of Mansel's race engineer. Specifically, he was upset that Mansel was not ordered to let him pass for the race win on two occasions that year, and had he been let through he would have been champion rather than Alain Prost. The relationship never recovered from that, but for some reason Piquet waited to leave. It is worth noting that he signed for Lotus before winning the 87 championship. Additionally Mansel finished first in more races than him that year but lost because of Piquet's podium consistency)

Alain Prost, 1989->1990; McLaren->Ferrari (ho boy. Long story partially short, Prost believed Honda (engine supplier) favored Senna, and therefore so did McLaren for the 1988-89 seasons, to the point of even giving Senna a better engine in the 1989 season. Supposedly for the 1988 season a Honda employee confirmed the suspicion while speaking to Prost in person, but promised he'd do his best to change that for 89. Prost did not believe this had occured, as he felt his car was underperforming Senna's in 89. His biggest piece of evidence was that while running a better straight-line-speed setup than Senna in Mexico, he still was not being able to pass Senna by engine power on the straight. For Honda's part, they had a major press event where they tried to explain technically why Senna's driving style suited the engine better, but the employee giving the interview kept referring to prost by his surname but not Senna, which is a sign of a stronger personal relationship in Japanese culture and was taken as a sign of bias)

Nigel Mansell, 1992->93; Williams->N/A (retired)

Michael Schumacher, 1995->96; Benneton->Ferrari (Schumacher's official statement is that he abandoned his contract with Benneton a year early due to "the teams damaging actions in 1994" to use wikipedias wording. The teams actions include: software shenanigans where the car was found to have the supposedly unused ability to correct bad manual starts, which would give the driver the ability to have perfect starts regardless of their affectiveness with the clutch; ignoring a black flag for a safety car overtake; and having a skidblock that was so worn down it suggested Benneton was ignoring aero regulations)

Damon Hill, 1996->97; Williams->Arrows (this one doesny count because it was outside of Hill's control, but it's really funny. Williams sacked him in favor of Heinz-Harald Frentzen, whom i have never heard of and apparently would only ever win 3 F1 races in his career. Hill chose Arrows not because they were the best team with an offer, but because they wanted to pay him the most. His career sucked after that)

Fernando Alonso, 2006->2007; Renault->McLaren (wikipedia straight up just doesnt explain this. A reddit thread gives a lot of uncited opinions as to why, but a significantly large number of their users cite that McLaren was seen as a consistently top team in this era while Renault was seen as volitale. With Alonso signing for 2007 as early as late 2005, heres some possible factors: Renault's bizzare lack of commitment to staying in the sport; McLaren winning more races in late 2005 than Renault; Renault's success was partially attributed to weird tire rules).

Jenson Button 2009->10; Brawn->McLaren (Brawn was bought out to become mercedes, but was left to its Brawn leadership to still run the team. Jenson won the championship because of dominance at the beginning that was cut short by not developing the car enough. He still won overall, but Jenson asked for a larger focus on in-season developement for the next year as a condition for staying. Ultimately, he was spoked off when he discovered mercedes didnt have enough sponsors for their plan yet)

Nico Rosberg, 2016->17; Mercedes->N/A (retired)

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AVATAR: TLA/LOK universe sequel AU concept

The Order of the White Lotus has a modest list of elite benders per element (updated yearly through a screening process) the Avatar can choose to learn from. Their skill levels are of varying degree, as the modern era has little use for combat proficient benders due to all the regulations and restrictions. And due to the symbolic nature of holding the Avatar title, there are more relaxed expectations over their pilgrimage in mastering the elements, and some previous Avatars even opted not to learn the other elements.

Zen, who has the unexpected burden of fulfilling his traditional duty, is required to master the elements as soon as possible, as well as mastering a connection to the Spirit World.

Note: This is a concept developed by my digital arts class, in collaboration with myself, that we got way too invested in, and so we must release this hyperfixation in public lol

The Avatar’s Teachers

Shui Qing, 26 (Water)

One of the few still passionate practitioners of traditional bending arts, he is proficient at both combat and healing arts, just marginally better with the latter.

Shui is a Language Teacher in a High School, the one Zen coincidentally attends as well. He is a descendant of a Southern Tribe chieftain’s family, and while he was born and raised in the city, he takes to heart the customs and traditions of the culture.

He is calm and composed most of the time, but such nature sometimes coming across as coldness to some. A kind and understanding teacher at a fault, though he can be strict with classes and training, as he gives importance to education and values adherence to tradition. Observant and can easily read people, his empathy leads him to be the typical peacemaker in the group.

As Zen is already his student in Language class, Shui easily steps into his role of becoming his Waterbending master. He used to coax him into learning more of Watertribe culture. (Written by jan p)

Ikigai, 31 (Fire)

A talented and prized firebending student, he mastered the art quickly and was able to generate his own lightning by age nine.

Ikigai is a Firebending prodigy with a colorful past for such a relatively young age. He joined the army, but was banished after an incident that ended with his brother Houzha dead, as it was determined by certain authorities that it was his own doing. He then fled to the south of old Earth Kingdom territory, finding refuge in Kyoshi island where he helped out in the community and joined the Kyoshi warriors in their training, becoming an honorary member (like Sokka before him). Another unfortunate incident forced him to relocate, opting to live alone deep into a forested area near an abandoned village.

His relationships did not fare well either. Most of his friends in the army turned their backs on him. Once close with his only niece Zhihan, she detests him for supposedly killing her father. His loving relationship with future URN president Riku was cut short by his banishment.

Despite his misfortunes in life, Ikigai maintains a positive outlook. Laidback and unassuming, his cool persona and rugged, boyish appearance has made him attractive to many. He likes to joke around, and keep the atmosphere light, but is intense in combat situations, especially in moments he is intentionally provoked. (Written by joy.trblnt)

Ryuu Huichen (Earth)

Ryuu is your typical PE teacher, tough and imposing in figure but is encouraging and amicable in nature. He wears a whistle made of polished stone, a gift from a revered mentor of his. (Written by Benni Benni)

(Will update this once I asked for further expanded info from the student assigned to this character)

Li Hua, 32 (Air)

She is the only available Airbending Master listed by the White Lotus, as most of the Air Nomads have strictly adhered to non-violence, only able to do basic airbending at best.

Li Hua is an Air Nomad scholar, a proud descendant of Jinora, and direct lineage of Aang. She once founded a Reading & Research organization with her sister, but has since abandoned it after an incident. Once a well-traveled adventurer, she now lives in isolation on a mountain top near the Eastern Air temple. Spends most of her time tending to her garden, or researching and modifying airbending techniques.

Standoffish and snarky, she is deemed a really unapproachable mentor, and is notorious for turning down all promising students who seek her out unless they pass her test. (Written by Mari M)

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Construtora MRV está recrutando mais de 900 profissionais de nível fundamental, médio, e técnico em vários estados

A Construtora MRV Engenharia anunciou a abertura de quase mil vagas de emprego para profissionais com diferentes níveis de formação, desde o fundamental até o técnico. As vagas são para atuar em 18 estados e no Distrito Federal, com destaque para São Paulo, Espírito Santo, Rio Grande do Sul, Bahia, Pernambuco, Rio de Janeiro, Santa Catarina e Goiás.

As oportunidades na MRV Engenharia estão disponíveis tanto para candidatos com experiência prévia quanto para aqueles que ainda não possuem experiência, dependendo do cargo escolhido.

Cargos disponíveis na Construtora MRV

Veja abaixo algumas vagas de emprego disponíveis na MRV Engenharia:

Consultor Imobiliário — Londrina, PR

Necessário ter concluído ensino médio, sem experiência desejada.

Estagiário de Engenharia Civil — Feira de Santana, BA

Necessário estar cursando engenharia civil entre o 5º e 7º semestre, ter conhecimento de Pacote Office, conhecimento intermediário em Excel, conhecimentos básicos de AutoCAD.

Assistente Administrativo — Campinas, SP

Necessário ter concluído o ensino médio e ter experiência de 1 e 3 anos.

Consultor de Vendas — Campo Grande, MS

Necessário possuir o ensino médio completo, disponibilidade de horário, experiência nas áreas de vendas, promoção, telemarketing e/ou afins, espírito empreendedor, perfil com iniciativa e comprometimento com o negócio, vaga sem experiência desejada.

Promotor de Vendas — Fortaleza, CE

Necessário ter ensino médio completo e um ano de experiência mínima.

Técnico de Segurança do Trabalho — Goiânia, GO

Necessário possuir formação técnica concluída em Segurança do Trabalho, conhecimento Pacote Office, disponibilidade para atuar de 07h às 17h de segunda a sexta-feira.

Corretor de Imóveis — Samambaia, DF

Necessário ter ensino médio completo, CRECI ativo ou cursando técnico de transações imobiliárias, experiência em vendas, promoção, telemarketing e/ou afins, disponibilidade de horário, boa comunicação, negociação, dinamismo e facilidade de trabalhar com ferramentas digitais.

Assistente Comercial — Jaboatão dos Guarapes, PE

Necessário ter ensino superior completo, experiência na função de 1 a 3 anos, ter conhecimento com o Microsoft Office: Microsoft Word, Microsoft PowerPoint, Microsoft Excel, Microsoft Access, StarOffice, Microsoft Outlook, Lotus Notes, LibreOffice, Openoffice.

Eletricista — Obra — Lagoa Santa, MG

Necessário ter concluído o ensino médio, ter experiência mínima de 1 a 3 anos na função.

Porteiro — Goiânia, GO

Necessário possuir ensino fundamental completo, residir próximo ou ter fácil acesso à Samambaia Sul/DF, ter disponibilidade para atuar de segunda a sexta de 07h às 17h.

Vendedor — Guarulhos, SP

Necessário possuir ensino médio completo, experiência nas áreas de vendas, promoção, telemarketing e/ou afins, residir em Guarulhos.

Representante de Vendas — Cariacica, ES

Necessário possuir ensino médio completo, ter disponibilidade de horário, ter experiência anterior com vendas, boa comunicação, negociação, dinamismo e facilidade de trabalhar com ferramentas digitais.

Saiba como realizar a candidatura nas vagas da Construtora MRV

Para se candidatar às vagas de emprego na MRV Engenharia, os interessados devem acessar a plataforma InfoJobs, onde a empresa divulga suas oportunidades. Após escolher o cargo desejado, é necessário realizar o cadastro do currículo gratuitamente no site da empresa para participar do processo seletivo.

Benefícios fornecidos pela Construtora MRV

A MRV Engenharia oferece salários compatíveis com a função, e disponibiliza ainda diversos benefícios:

Assistência médica;

Participação nos Lucros;

Assistência odontológica;

Previdência Privada;

Seguro de Vida;

Vale-Refeição;

Vale-Alimentação;

Vale-Transporte.

Sobre a MRV Engenharia

A MRV Engenharia é uma das maiores construtoras do Brasil, fundada em 1979 em Belo Horizonte, Minas Gerais. A empresa tem como foco a construção de empreendimentos habitacionais, principalmente de apartamentos, atuando em diversas cidades do país.

A MRV tem em vista tornar o sonho da casa própria acessível a um número crescente de pessoas, oferecendo imóveis de qualidade com preços acessíveis e facilidades de pagamento. A empresa é conhecida por suas inovações, como a utilização de tecnologias construtivas que visam a sustentabilidade e a redução de custos.

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