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Kamille gets to succeed amuro in the "nailbiter" role
#though unlike amuro he gets a moment to do it in a chill spacing out way and not under stress at least once#Z-1#Z-3#ă
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japanese group Z-1
#Z-1#futurism#90's fashion#90's icons#futuristic#y2k fashion#y2k aesthetic#cyber y2k#futurist fashion#y2k vibes#y2k style#y2k japan
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Picrews!!


This is FAR from being the entire crew complement of the Hedbriidou'jn, but these are just the ones I have headshots of atm. Nichaa's romantic partner, Ssickkei, will show up plenty later; it's just literally impossible to make a picrew of an insectoid character.
#star trek oc#Vhani Aac-cic-cic#Nichaa Th'Yulirhc#Z-1#Syx'Rus#Gron#Kigrun'doughn#Silaka Borvorn#Zhashou Geellor#Injes Kejia
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2025 Rookie Roundtable! | Fernando is a Rookie (x)
#f1#f1edit#kimi antonelli#ollie bearman#jack doohan#gabriel bortoleto#isack hadjar#laura winter#formula 1#formula1edit#kimiantonelliedit#olliebearmanedit#jackdoohanedit#gabrielbortoletoedit#isackhadjaredit#laurawinteredit#dailyf1#fernando alonso#*gifs#absolutely diabolical clownery from the rookies they didn't even explain the meme to her they all just watched and waited#i do not think f1 is fully prepared for gen z on the grid#gabi late isack fanboying over lewis kimi hyperactive menace ollie lore dropping jack got his first kart from schumacher like wtf
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Give Goku his bitchass brother back
#people who can draw gokuâs hair deserve a spot in the louvre more than picasso#I say that as someone who struggled with it for 1 hour each#dragon ball#dragon ball z#fanart#son goku#raditz#lee draws#I like to think raditz would steal all of chi chiâs conditioner if heâs brought back#which is only the second most valuable thing heâd steal#dbz goku
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to solve the phonetime disease you know the one where you get stuck on the phone simulating an unconscious state without letting your brain ever actually rest or think or process. to solve this after a long time trying the 'just try really hard not to do this' method to no success i have developed a proprietary system called signing into bed. on account of this mostly happens to me when i get in bed in the middle of the day. and its very simple its a paper sign in sheet that i keep on my bed (so i see it when im about to get in bed) where i made a table for date, reason/what i will do there, time in, time out, and if i want to get in bed i have to sign in first aka decide on an intention and its kind of changing my life
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Berlin, 2025
Photo: Roland Helbig
#berlin#urban nature#black and white photography#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#nikon z6#nikkor z 24-70mm/ 1:4s
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ollie bearman is the ultimate ferrari fanboy cause the ferrari admin Barely presses post on insta or twitter and heâs already liked, commented, reposted on his story, retweeted, made his own post, painted a watercolor of the podium, visited enzo ferrariâs grave personally to give him the news and add a bear emoji to something
#a true gen z icon#ollie bearman#scuderia ferrari#carlos sainz#charles leclerc#formula 1#f1#formula 2
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THE GAMMAAAS đŁď¸đâ¤ď¸đâ¤ď¸!!!
#dragon ball z#dragon ball super#dbz#dbs#dragon ball super hero#gamma 1#gamma 2#AHHH i love drawing them so much
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grin to win - the genz!driver

pairing: the genz!driver x 24!grid (pre and during singapore)
summary: itâs the gzd first ever win, but getting there was a bumpy road
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warning: not proof read and some angst, talks about not feeling enough and all that
note: i am so sorry for not having updated in such a long time, i do hope you still like my stuff :)
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it has been weeks since our beloved gen-z driver has had a positive experience. silly season started earlier than she thought - daniel was rumoured to be dropped soon. max hasnât won for a long time, she wasnât sure if thatâs positive or negative, but she feels sorry for her favourite dutch. carlos finally announced heâs signed with williams.
oh, and loganâs been dropped.
oliver is driving for haas next year. mclaren overtook redbull in the constructors championship. lando has started his transition to mad-lando (get it? because heâs starting to drive like mad-max? anyway). kimi signed with mercedes.
but there werenât any news surrounding y/n. nothing negative, but also nothing positive. no rumours of her signing with a new team, or staying at her current team. her contract will run out at the end of the season.
she hasnât heard from her team ceo or principal yet. she wasnât underperforming, no sheâs just performing as expected. but also not doing better.
she needed that something. that something that reassured her, that sheâs in the right place. she needed at least a podium this season. thatâs what she was telling herself for the last weeks. beating herself up, every time she didnât perform well enough (in her eyes, we have to say. because if you looked at it from a neutral view, she was doing more than fine).
the stress has been eating her up. she was staying longer at the gym, eating less, seeing the guys less, not seeing her friends or family. even her boyfriend broke up with her, because sheâs been ignoring him and focusing too much on her racing.
lewis was the first one to suspect something, knowing this behaviour all to well from himself. but he didnât know what to do. should he ask her about it or say something to someone professional?
the first thing he did was tell george. george usually knew what to do. except this time.
âlew, im sorry man, i donât know what do doâ, he sighed and looked over to his teammate. âwe could just tell the principal, but i donât know if weâll brake her trust this way.â
âshe just needs to see, that sheâs good enough, i know that thatâs the issue sheâs having right nowâ, said lewis to george.
the taller one just shrugged, âmaybe we should just, you know, talk to herâ, he suggested.
lewis agreed, but he was sure, that he was the wrong person to talk to y/n. thatâs why he called seb.
and as her phone started to ring and her favourite picture of her and seb appeared on her screen, she instantly knew, that someone noticed her weird behaviour. why else would sebastian call during race week?
with a heavy sigh she picked up her phone and tried to sound as happy as possible as she said: âhi seb! whatâs going on?â
the german scrunched up his face as he heard the rather happy voice of the young girl. âhi there, pretty lady. i heard youâve been absent latelyâ, he said softly.
the moment y/n heard her current situation from someone else, her tears fell. she didnât think that itâd effect her this much, someone knowing whatâs been going on lately, but it did.
âhow do you know?â, she sniffled. her cries broke sebs heart, he could only imagine how his daughterâs future teenage cries would take him out.
âa birdie noticed and told me, hun.â - âwho was it? tell me it wasnât my ex, because that bloody pig told me, if i couldnât care enough about him, he wouldnât care about me and if he called you, that means heâd still care about me and that would only make me feel more guilt over the whole situationâ, y/n started to ramble.
âhey hey, no, it wasnât himâ, seb stopped her rambling. âi wonât tell you who, im just gonna tell you, as someone standing on the sidelines, youâre doing more than fine, okay?â
she shook her head no, even though the retired driver couldnât see her. âno im not, everybodyâs getting to sign their new contract or has been rumoured to be let go, but nothings happening with meâ, she sighed.
seb told her, that this wasnât necessarily a bad thing, that teams usually like to torture their drivers to see how far theyâre willing to push. and that she just had to let the team get to her and not assume anything.
âbut what if itâs like the situation with daniel? or logan? what if itâs the same with me?â
âthen so be it, you can come to switzerland for a few weeks, weâll forget the whole thing and organise something new, itâs as easy as thatâ, seb told her.
âand honestly, y/n, youâre not being dropped, or rumours would have already been going around. as i said, just go with the flow.â
thatâs what she tried. she tried to engage more with the other drivers. she tried to enjoy little things like eating chocolate.
she started to regularly talk with seb and talk about her feelings and worries - which helped her a lot.
and as time flew by, she got back into her zone. back into that racing mode, back into the fight.
it was singapore, hot and humid, but she was ready to fight. right before qualifying lewis visited her garage. looking relieved to see her spirits back where they belong.
âkiddo, you ready?â, he asked. y/n grinned at him and threw two thumps up. âgoodâ, he murmured.
âgood luck!â, he shouted. âyou too, youâre gonna need it with my paceâ, she laughed back.
âi hope soâ, whispered the mercedes driver. âi really hope so.â
y/n sat in her car, she felt that something good would be happening. she never felt this ready for qualifying before.
q1 and q2 went by as a breeze. her lap times were phenomenal, sheâs done better, but they were still great. easing into q3 with a good feeling and good lap times.
ây/n, youâve been doing great out there, donât push yourself too much, okay? iâll tell you when to give it your all. weâre going for the front rowâ, her race engineer told her.
front row, that was really something.
âyou think we can do it?â, she asked nervously. âi think that you can do it.â
with that statement she drove out of the garage onto the track. driving some laps to warm up her tyres. feeling the track and the car. she took a deep breath in and let it out and waited for her race engineer to giver her their sign.
tears stained her cheeks as she got out of the car. everything was blurry. confusion was written on her face. qualifying just ended and she will start the race from p2 on sunday.
she couldnât believe it, neither could her team or to be honest, every other driver on the grid.
journalist started to surround the garage, friends of the young girl had trouble getting to her. the first one who made it through the masses, was oscar.
as soon as she saw him, she started screaming; âoscar! can you believe it?â
the aussy looked at the girl, or rather young woman, and only grinned at her. âyouâre giving me the creeps with that smile, osâ, y/n giggled. âyou look like the joker, who are you about to murder?â
âthe one whoâs been making you feel worthless, but thatâs a different storyâ, he half whispered half sighed.
the young driver had to sigh, she knew the other drivers had caught on her emotions. but she didnât think, that theyâd know in this detail.
y/n grinned through the pang and hugged the australian. âthanks for being there for meâ, she whispered.
the moment oscar wanted to say something sentimental, his teammate barged through the journalists and jumped on them both.
âi cannot believe it! my best friend, starting front row, my goodnessâ, he exhaled and inhaled again: âtogether! weâre starting front row together!â
y/n giggled once again, she felt, that this wasnât the last giggle of the day. âwill you let me pass?â, she asked jokingly.
lando looked shocked: âare you kidding me? nuh-uh, no way in hell will i let you pass, now that im a race winner, youâll have to earn it fair and square!â
âfairâ, oscar laughed. y/n shoved oscar outraged. âyouâre on his side?â - âi am a race winner too, you know?â
âindeed he isâ, carlos called from the end of the garage. âoi, this isnât your garageâ, a mechanic of her team shouted, âthis isnât all of you guysâ garageâ, he said, as he realised two more drivers were present.
âletâs go, weâre going to some hospitality or somethingâ, y/n suggested. with an apologetic look towards the mechanics, the drivers left the garage.
âiâll update the groupchat and tell them where we areâ, lando mumbled. oscarâs and carlosâ phone dinged, but y/nâs was left out.
âwait, what groupchat did you text?â, she asked confused. âthe one about youâre crisis-â lando just saw carlosâ and oscarâs head shacking no, as he slowly finished his sentence, realising his mistake, â-without you in it.â
âwhat?â - âlewis and seb created a groupchat, to discuss some tips on how to lift your spirits, sâallâ, oscar slowly explained.
âokayâ, said the female driver slowly. âthanks, i guess?â
âwait, so you all knew? i mean i kind of suspected you knowing, but you all knew? and what did you discuss?â
the three drivers thought carefully about their next words. carlos was the first to speak out: ânothing really. lewis just told us, that your behaviour reminded him of himself when he first joined mercedes and seb just told us, that he was talking with you about it and just kind of updated us.â
ây/n youâre very important to all of us, we love you and want you to be well. if somethings going on, we worry about you and want to fix itâ, oscar supplemented.
âwhy didnât you tell us?â lando was the last to speak. his voice full of hurt. âoh lando, im sorry, i didnât want to bother all of you with my shitâ, she admitted.
daniel could see the falling tears on her face from far away. he could also see the many cameras realising their existence. he sprinted over to the four, to mainly shield them from the media, but his weird running drew more attention to the drivers.
âhi there, donât cry, camerasâ, he huffed. the little smile came back to y/nâs face, as she looked at danielâs red and out of breath face.
âhey i thought you were a high performance athlete?â, she smiled and wiped away her tears. âi am, athletes sweat, babyâ, daniel said.
âi heard that thatâs your last race, is it true, danny?â, she changed the topic from herself to the smiley australian.
âdonât change the topic, girlyâ, he smiled sincerely. âthereâs no truth, until you get that breaking post on insta.â
âhey, but front row, huh? how nice does it feel?â, he asked her. still on the move, she nearly tripped, not only over her next sentence, but also over a curb; âvery good but also kinda scary.â
âi got lando here in front of me and max behind me, just a little bit scaryâ, she elaborated further.
at the mention of the dutch, he appeared in front of the group suddenly. âi heard my name, whatâs going on?â
âi get it, max is scaryâ, oscar whispered more to himself. âdude, howâd you do that?â, lando asked impressed.
âmagicâ, max waved his hand in front of his face and laughed. he high fiveâd y/n next and smiled at the other drivers.
âmax is scary when he smilesâ, said oscar slow and quietly towards lando, who agreed soundlessly. âhey, watch itâ, max then pointed out.
on the other side, daniel was standing close to y/n, studying every twitch on her face. looking at carlos they silently communicated. the older two each grabbed a hand of hers and pulled her towards the next hospitality.
as usual, lando, max and oscar didnât notice the other threeâs disappearance.
the two mercedes drivers, fernando and charles were already waiting. as soon as the female driver noticed lewisâ braids, she sprinted towards him.
he though that she would gleefully hug him, but thought differently. with an angry step she stood in front of him. âhow dare you make a groupchat about my feelings!â, she pointed a finger at his chest.
although she was small, she was fearful. her finger digging painfully into his chest, twisting every other second.
the older driver caved under her touch and slouched: âiâm so sorry, i just wanted to help.â
âby creating a groupchat? you couldâve just talked to meâ, she sighed. âi know, but i thought i wasnât the right personâ, he admitted. âlew, youâre always the right person to talk to meâ, she smiled lightly, âdonât ever do that again though!â
âokayâ, he agreed, âbut front row, love! how excited are you?â
and then she explained her thoughts all over again. noticing max not being here to make a scary entrance again. she explained happily, how the dutch suddenly appeared in front of her and how he reminded her of the flying dutch.
george and nando stood there listening to their favourite driver and grinned at her expressions and exclamations. her arms were up in the air, face twisted to match each of her words.
if that young woman would not be like this ever again, they swore to change the whole world for her.
âiâll miss herâ, daniel whispered to lewis. âoh buddy, itâs official then, this your last race?â
daniel nodded: âthey have to recruite liam or heâs free to whichever team signs him.â lewis looked at his friend, theyâve known each other for so long. itâll be weird without the australian on the grid.
âdoes she know?â, he then asked. âno, wouldnât want to jinx anything and take her spirits awayâ, daniel hummed. âi get it, you have to tell her after the race though. wouldnât be fair if she found out through insta.â
oscar, lando and max then trailed in with pierre, alex and charles. looking at the scene in front of them;
y/n telling some sort of story with fernando and george watching them and lewis with daniel standing on the side talking with hushed voices.
âwe should celebrateâ, lando said out of the blue. the female driver gasped upon hearing the random suggestion and turned around to face her best friend.
âyes, oh my god, that is such a good ideaâ, she excitedly said. âwhat should we do?â
charles said, that they could order pizza. pierre disagreed and said, that they should rent out a restaurant and eat authentic food. oscar thinks, that they should treat themselves with some spa time (they think, that lily really has a grip on that man).
lando suggested theyâd go to the cinema. carlos said, that they should just go back to the hotel and do a relaxing movie night. lewis suggested they take a stroll with roscoe and leo. max thought some laps on the sim would be enough to celebrate.
george thought, that exploring singapore would be fun. fernando was just happy to tag along. daniel wanted to go swimming somewhere. and y/n, she really wanted to bury her face in ice cream and enjoy the time with her boys.
so thatâs what they did. bought loads of ice cream, rented some movies at her hotel, turned her room into a home cinema and ordered some pizza too, just for fun. and of course roscoe had to stay there too.
after all that celebration, y/n was so tired, she fell asleep on fernando. he gushed and ushered the others to take some pics.
after tucking her in, setting the alarm for the next day, they all bid their goodbyes and left y/n alone. except lando - he stayed.
he was her best friend after all and he had to talk about all of the stuff with her. but it could wait until the morning, he was pretty tired himself.
as the alarm clock rang, y/n jolted up, confused as to where she was. seeing her hotel room, she remembered yesterday and what they did. she then felt someone moving beside her, turning around she saw a head full of curls and knew not to worry.
���lando, what are you doing here?â, she giggled. the mclaren driver groaned and stuffed his face into the pillow. âi have to talk about the stuff with youâ, he then said.
âand you had to stay here why?â - âbecause i knew i wouldnât catch you before you would leave for the paddock, only logical solution was to stay here with youâ, he finally lifted up his head and grinned at his best friend.
she laughed a little and ruffled up his hair. âyouâre cute, but we donât need to talk.â
he shook his head and made some grunting noises, disagreeing with her statement. âbut we do, i need to talk about it.â
she told him everything he wanted to know. from the first time she thought she was not enough, to the phone calls with seb and to her feeling better over time.
âjust promise me youâll talk to me next time, okay?â, he begged her at the end of their conversation. she nodded. âsay it, say that youâll talk to me.â - âi will, i will talk to you, lando, i promise.â
âgood, but now, letâs get ready to raceâ, he grinned and changed the subject. y/n almost forgot, that they had a race to drive. and that she was starting from p2! âletâs goâ, she excitedly said.
the day almost went by like a blur. the two arrived at the paddock, parted ways at her garage, bid good luck to each other.
she started her training session? warmed up with her trainer, ate some food, went to the toilet, thatâs important. and then she already had to attempt the drivers parade.
she has never felt this nervous before. standing on that wagon, waving to the fans, not wanting to let anyone down, but mostly not herself.
the compulsive thoughts were coming back and she tried to remember what seb taught her. she breathed in for eight seconds, held her breath for seven, breathed out for eight again and held for seven. she repeated the box breathing method and tried to focus on the here and now.
lando saw her struggling to maintain a happy face and went over to her. âsâall good?â, he asked in a hushed voice.
she nodded softly; âjust trying to stay in the moment and not drift too far into the future.â
lando nodded, kind of understanding what she meant and just stayed by her side until the parade was over. as they parted ways for the second time that day, he hugged her and wished her only the best of luck.
her pre-race-ritual was listening to music, so she whipped out her headphones and blasted her loudest music on her playlist.
she almost jumped as her race engineer tapped her shoulder, to inform her that it was time to get into the car.
even though the first half of the day felt sped up, now everything was moving in slow motion.
she felt like james bond or any other action movie hero. her headphones still blasting music, she imagined herself looking total badass getting into her car.
step by step, nodding her head along to the music. arms flung up into the air to squeeze herself into the car. she mouthed some of the words as a mechanic gave her her steering wheel.
slowly she placed it into the socket and clicked it into it. still, everyone was moving in slow motion. she closed her eyes for a second, just trying to find her inner peace.
the music faded, she concentrated on her heartbeat. feeling it slow down, beat per beat. as she opened her eyes, the world was back to normal speed.
she took off her headphones, handed them to someone standing around the car. she lifted up her gloves, put them on and clapped her hands together.
âletâs get going then, ey?â, y/n then said to her crew. no clear answer came back, just some reassuring noises from around.
her helmet was laying in front of her, she looked at her drivers number, traced it with her finger and swiftly put it on.
the car was then rolled on to the track, everything was buzzing. she heard her race engineer checking the coms. hustling around her were all of the mechanics.
y/n went over the track once again. she knew every corner, she felt every bump on the road. her body knew when to turn, when to slow down or speed up. she knew what to do, this was her race.
she proved it by overtaking lando on corner one, lap one. right after the start there was a new race leader and they were called y/n l/n.
a woman was leading a formula one race.
she took off, she didnât have to think about it, it was all muscle memory.
little did she know, lando was cheering behind her. even max was grinning like a mad man. for once both of them were content with not winning.
history was made on that day. as y/n crossed that finish line she couldnât believe what was happening.
ây/n l/n, you are a formula one grand prix winner!â, she just heard her race engineer through her coms.
âand there it is, the first woman to win an f1 race, can you believe that weâve just witnessed history?â
âi cannot, oh this is just fantastic! y/n proved that she could win, even with a mediocre car, just imagine her in a redbull or ferrari. this is beautiful, unbelievable.â
the female drivers head was spinning. what does she have to do now? in her whole career she only had one podium. but she was pumped with adrenaline that moment, she really just canât recall what she has to do now.
she figured sheâd just follow lando in her car and behold, she ended up at parc fermĂŠ. parking her car in front of the stand with the number one on it, she climbed out of it.
fuck, what cool pose was she gonna do? she hadnât thought about that. just, improvise, she thought.
iâd will be embarrassing either way, she thought next. she took out her steering wheel, disconnected her helmet from the car and coms and jumped out of the car.
and then she just fell to her knees. at first sobbing into her helmet and not believing everything that has happened so far.
but the sobs quickly turned into laughter. she bowed, just like sebastian did, in front of her car.
sighing with happiness she stood up from the ground. lando came running to her, scooping her up and basically throwing her around.
âmy god, you did it! you really did it!â
that was the actual moment, y/n realised what just had happened. that she had just won a grand prix. that she had just written history. that she had just done it.
max was coming from the other side, almost skipping. when have you ever seen max verstappen skipping?
âoh wow, this must feel so great, huh?â, he asked. âlike a mountain falling from my shoulders actuallyâ, she said.
she wanted to say so much more, but she was pulled aside to weigh. that procedure she knew. and then, there was her team, ready to celebrate the young driver.
just like lando, she sprinted towards them and jumped into the team. she was lifted up, chants were heard throughout the whole parc fermĂŠ.
âcongratulations y/n, i knew youâd write history one dayâ, her team principal congratulated her.
from the side of her eye she saw christian horner giving her two thumps up. the next moment he mouthed: âletâs talk.â
does this mean? oh my god.
her chain of thoughts were broken, as lando pulled her along in to the cool down room.
she laid her helmet on the pillar and took the pirelli hat from the stand. her heart had finally time to calm down.
max and lando were grinning like crazy, as they approached the young girl woman. âcongratulations, y/n, well done, perfect driving, couldnât have done it better myselfâ, max told her. âahhh, weâre both race winners!â, lando then shouted.
âthatâs true! oh my god, i canât believe it, and in the same season, high five!â
âwho do i spray with my champagne, you or max?â, she suddenly asked. both men laughed at her question. âyou spray whoever you want.â
so thatâs what she did. before that, she closed her eyes at the national anthem. quietly sang along. never felt this much pride before. received the trophy and placed it far, far away from lando and shook that chanpagne bottle to spray all of the people present at the podium.
she took a swig of the god awful champagne, she remembered from last time how nasty it tasted. and she held her promise she once had with daniel.
at her first win, she would do a shoey, without any hesitation. she took of her sweaty shoes, sat down on the podium, filled the shoe up to the rim, hopefully the first sip would have the least amount of sweat and just started chugging it.
if you were present that day, you heard daniel ricciardo shouting and yelling at her from parc fermĂŠ. his whistling may have been recorded by the cameras, but who knows, the whole world was whistling for her in that moment.
nothing would ever beat that feeling ever again. drenched in sweat and champagne, chugged the mix of it and a heart full of love in that moment. she grinned at her win.
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It's interesting that the mobile suits are a lot more physical besides the usual close quarters combat stuff
#i assume technology and general experience with mobile suits has progressed enough that they can do this now#Z-1#Z-4#ă
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Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris posing with the 2024 Formula 1 WCC and Runner-Up WDC trophies
#oscar piastri#lando norris#landoscar#f1#formula 1#there was another cute one but i do not want z*k's face on my blog
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fuck billionaires always includes fuck taylor swift, fuck beyonce, fuck the kardashians, fuck rihanna, fuck jay z, fuck jk rowling, and fuck oprah btw
#i don't mean 'listening to x artist' is evil or 'following x celebrity on insta' is evil#i mean these celebrities all represent and contribute to the same evil by virtue of their existence#you cannot call yourself a progressive and stan a member of the 1%#no one's expecting you to be a level 10 commie#but these people are killing the planet and perpetuating the cult of consumerism#talent and hard work do not ever get you a billion-dollar networth and it is impossible for these individuals to be good people#anti beyonce#anti taylor swift#anti jay z#anti rihanna#anti kim kardashian#anti capitalism#marxism
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1 year ago, today, disney and pixar released the animated video of 1 true love by 4*town exclusively on disney+.








the music video got a public release the following day.
#disney plus#disney+#1 year ago#1 year anniversary#tyler nguyen baker#turning red tyler#turning red mei#turning red movie#turning red icons#turning red pixar#turning red fanart#disney pixar#disney news#4town#4townie#turning red#4town jesse#4town aaron z#4town robaire#4town aaron t#4town taeyoung#4*town#pixar turning red#music video#youtube#youtube video#pixar film#pixar#pixar movies#pixar films
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I come bearing more WK sillies (most of which consisting of martin lol)
#wild kratts#wild kratts fanart#martin kratt#chris kratt#jimmy z#aviva corcovado#wild kratts koki#how come koki doesn't have a last name?#give her a last name god dammit#she is absolutely the number 1 hater of the crew#runner up being aviva#love em#also obligatory forever weed brownie comic#cw weed ig
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Berlin, 2025
Photo: Roland Helbig
#berlin#THF#colour is bullshit#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#nikon z6#nikkor z 14 30 1:4 s
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