#aiming to get it up saturday at the latest :^)

[nerdanel01]

you know what *wips your wednesday at the last minute*

from the next for love is strong as death update:

Most days, the charade worked. Whomever she awoke as, by the time she had cleaned herself and dressed, she was Rook, whom Varric had recruited: Rook of the back-alley gaatlock deals by the Minanter River docks; Rook, regular brawler of the underground dueling ring of Dock Town’s Dancing Cobra; Rook, who was straightforward and capable, confident, collected—even, occasionally, charming.

Agnes Gallatus had been buried alive, interred in the cold, dreary cellar of Rook’s heart.

But when her soul was quiet, she could hear Agnes’ fingernails scraping the inner lining of the coffin box—hear the raw-throated screams of her former self—only barely muffled by the wood and the masonry that encased her, begging to be freed from her premature entombment, desperate for air.

And now—grey eyes aflame with fury and heartbreak, her features lit blue in the ethereal glow of the meditation room’s aquarium—the face reflected in Varric’s shaving mirror, staring back at her, was entirely Agnes’ face: raging, spiteful, wounded.

Clumsily, unartfully, ducking her head to keep sight of her reflection, she wielded Harding’s sewing shears in her right hand, holding her hair to the blades with her left; as she snipped, cutting back the fin of long hair that had striped across her scalp, black and silvered hair fell in rough locks of uneven length on the stone floor around her.

Because it was Agnes—not Rook—who could not bear to look at her own face and see any trace of Solas reflected there.

[cleolinda]

Tuesday’s debate between Trump and his opponent Kamala Harris in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, had several eyebrow-raising moments but none moreso than when Trump, echoing his latest online-born conspiracy, baselessly accused thousands of legal migrants in Springfield, Ohio, of stealing, killing, and eating pet dogs off the street.

The conspiracy was fact-checked in real time by ABC’s David Muir, who noted that city officials had looked into the claim and found it to be baseless. But the damage was already done.

Nearly a week later, Vance found himself once again answering for his running mate’s actions after days of shocking fallout in Springfield, where residents have reported fliers dropped by the Ku Klux Klan as well as several threats of bombings or mass shootings — the latest of which, at Wittenberg University, occurred Saturday night just hours before Vance would go on the air.

[…] On CNN, he seemingly admitted that his claims were lies, then continued by saying that he would keep spreading such tales, even knowing them to be untrue, if they resulted in the media talking about issues he claimed were still just as real despite the deception.

“If I have to create stories so that the American media actually pays attention to the suffering of the American people, then that's what I'm going to do,” said the senator.

This is DANGEROUS shit aimed at the Haitian immigrant community for political gain

that is going to get people hurt if not outright killed, and this motherfucker just admitted it’s not true. Which is maybe the most important thing you will read about the whole ordeal.

“But I saw pictures!!!”

Spoiler: the geese were roadkill.

The woman behind an early Facebook post spreading a harmful and baseless claim about Haitian immigrants eating local pets that helped thrust a small Ohio city into the national spotlight says she had no firsthand knowledge of any such incident and is now filled with regret and fear as a result of the ensuing fallout.

Backlash was swift, with replies ranging from, “I find it strange that a self-professed ‘hillbilly’ doesn’t know what whole chickens look like,” to, “HOW DO YOU NOT KNOW WHAT CHICKENS LOOK LIKE WITH THEIR LEGS ATTACHED YOU F****ING DIPSHIT.” Oliver Alexander, an open-source intelligence analyst, weighed in, sharing images of plucked chickens looking remarkably similar to whatever was being grilled in the video. “Clearly chicken you weirdo. Dude’s never seen chicken that wasn’t dino-nugget shaped,” he wrote.

[clickoly]

New year, old stories to be completed—and three pictures that perfectly sum up this new chapter of Starboys 🏎️ 

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

cw: I'm introducing Vaincre characters from here on, so please read only if you're comfortable with potential spoilers!

Happy New Year 💕

The golden boy, the youngest glory

"Ready, Fish?"

With the back of his hand, Finn wiped the cold bead of water tickling the corner of his mouth. The half-empty bottle slipped from his grip and landed upright on the floor, narrowly missing the plastic box where Finn kept his beat-up tennis balls. 

He blinked hard, trying to shake off the fatigue, and stretched out his back. He dabbed at his dripping forehead with the hem of his sweat-stained Puma tank top and rolled his tense neck with a satisfying pop. 

It was a rare occasion when Finn and Alex were in the same place long enough to spend more than a few hours together, let alone an entire morning just for the two of them. 

Back in New York, before Alex went off to college and Finn was selected to race in Formula 2 for the Scuderia Junior Academy, they had settled into a strict routine that Finn used to complain about all the time and now missed immensely. Weekdays began with a 5 a.m. alarm and a run under the early lights of an awakening city—a specific path around the neighborhood that set the tone for their frenetic lives of school, friends, and responsibilities. A path that always included long talks about anything and everything, and quick stops for coffee on the way home—hot when it was cold outside, to warm their frozen fingers; iced when summer mornings brought the sticky heat. 

After two weeks of work at the factory—rushing between testing the latest upgrades, hard training, and repeating race simulations for the three upcoming Grand Prix—it had been a joy to come back to his brother in a place Finn had slowly come to call home. 

That was until Alex had dragged him out of bed at six on a Saturday morning. They had run to the gym, following Finn's usual itinerary along the breezy promenade. Two hours of torturous exercise later—definitely not payback for the early wake-up call—Finn had asked Alex to help him with his reaction drills.

"Your turn," Finn now said, stealing the two lime-colored balls from his brother's hands. 

Alex was about to protest but Finn cut him off. He positioned himself in front of him, legs spread, a tennis ball in each fist, raised to shoulder height. His dark red eyebrows were arched teasingly. "Come on, you always liked it." 

"Fine," Alex grumbled, mirroring Finn's position and slightly bending his knees. His smile hid a hint of nostalgia. "But after this, you owe me breakfast."

"Bagels?" Finn offered.

"Duh," Alex scoffed and made a whole scene of getting into position for the drill, hands outstretched and ready, hovering over Finn's. "Okay, let's do this. How bad could—"

Finn dropped the first ball from his right hand. It fell fast past Alex's grasping hands and hit the floor with a loud bounce. 

"Hey—"

Finn let go of the other. Alex reached out tentatively, but Finn caught it easily with a deft move, quicker than a blink. 

"All right, Flash," Alex exhaled, rolling his annoyed eyes. "You've made your point. Can we go now?" 

"Nope," Finn laughed. "One more." 

He knew he was foolishly lingering, as impatient and excited as he was probably more than a little worried. But he could wait a little longer, just in case—at least until Alex finally caught the small ball and aimed it threateningly at Finn’s head. 

In moments like this, though, Finn was sure there was nothing to worry about.

They headed back to Finn's apartment, pretending to get in one last jog, but quietly settling for a brisk walk, discussing serious business under the faint October sun. 

What do you mean, Al? Of course the Rangers have the best goalie tandem in the league. 

It was half past ten by the time Alex sat on a stool at the kitchen counter, his hair a damp mess from the shower, and eyed Finn skeptically. "Are you making breakfast?"

Finn didn't look up from where he was carefully halving a sesame bagel. "If I told you where these came from, you wouldn't believe me." 

"Hmm, let me guess," Alex laughed. "Was it Mom's or Dad's idea?"

"Both?" Finn guessed. He went to the fridge for smoked salmon and cream cheese. "I said once that I was craving those bagels from that place down the street…" 

"Oh, no..."

"Uh-huh," Finn chuckled, turning back to the kitchen island. "I mean, it's not like I can cook anything else, but—it was a whole mom’s I’m-just-sending-you-a-few-things sized box, and now the refrigerator is completely stuffed."

Alex hummed quietly in response—too quietly. He leaned over the counter, letting his head collapse into his hand. He picked up a fork and stole an uneven slice of tomato from the cutting board, giving Finn a funny look all the while.

"What is it?" Finn asked cautiously. 

Alex shrugged and took a bite of the tomato. "Just waiting," he mumbled between chews. 

"For?" 

"Breakfast," Alex shot back when he caught Finn's suspicious look. "Oh, and for you to tell me why you're so jumpy today," he said around another bite. 

Finn couldn't hide how desperately he'd hoped Alex would understand. 

"Or, let's say..." At that, Finn was already laughing. "Whose second toothbrush might be in your bathroom, for example."

Busted. Finn smiled brightly. "She told you, didn't she?" 

"Not exactly." Alex's voice wavered between guarded and uncontainable. "She texted me, 'You owe me fifty bucks,' and when I asked her why, she said I should ask you." 

"You're both crazy," Finn snorted, then zeroed in on what Alex had just said. "Wait, you two bet on us? On your own siblings?"

"No—no. I mean," Alex rubbed a hand over the rising blush on his face. "It started as a joke and... you know Noelle. She was dying for me to know, but..." Finn saw Alex, always the journalist, choosing his words carefully. "Is it true though? Has it finally happened?" 

"Finally—" 

"Come on, Fish," Alex grunted.

Finn set the knife aside and sank onto a stool. He closed his eyes for a moment, letting out a carefree laugh, somehow in disbelief. 

"It's true," he said quietly, watching with a lump in his throat as a sparkle of excitement lit up Alex's eyes. "We finally admitted that we—uh…"

"Are insanely in love with each other? This is shocking news to me—Finn!” Alex cackled as Finn threw a handful of capers at him. He stood up and stretched out his arms. "Come here, you idiot."

Finn stumbled towards him. How was he supposed to tell him how grateful he was? Alex’s hug was comfort, security in uncertainty. To Finn, having his brother by his side, supporting him every step of the way—it meant everything, far more than he could ever begin to say. 

There were sudden, burning tears in his eyes—happy tears. And when Alex pulled back to ruffle his hair, Finn let them fall.

"Al..." his voice dropped to a whisper. "You think..." this is okay? Tell me it's okay. Am I allowed?

"You're okay, bud," Alex looked at him so proudly that Finn suddenly felt ten times lighter. "I'm so happy for you, you have no idea," Alex laughed giddily, voice cracking with emotion. "And I'm here for you, you know? We are, for both of you." He grabbed Finn's shoulders and squeezed them tightly. 

"I'm..." Finn paused hesitantly. His thoughts raced back to Alex and Kasey—the injury, their sudden reunion after a long, odd silence. He had wanted to ask for a while, but hadn't known how. "I'm here for you, too. Okay?" He wiped at his own wet cheeks. "Anytime." 

The frowny smile he got back, the quick nod... Maybe Alex wasn't quite ready. 

"Thanks," was all he managed to say. So Finn padded silently back to his cooking station with what he hoped was a reassuring smile. 

"Capers?" Finn asked then, busying himself again. He had his eyes on the food, but couldn't have missed the relieved look on his brother's face when he shot back a cheerful, "You know it.

The rest of the morning flew by. Around lunchtime, they found themselves sprawled out on the couch, scrolling through social media and the latest motorsports news. A classic. It was an old habit of Alex’s—diving into the gossipy side of sports journalism was actually part of his job. Years ago, they would spend hours like this in one of their bedrooms. Slow weekends, hot chocolate, just sniffing around this much-dreamed-of world that had felt far away at the time—fantasies of one day, maybe. 

Now their names made front pages, and Finn's face graced magazine covers more often than not—cars, watches, fashion advertisements. Alex's signature was quiet beneath his pieces, yet striking, powerful, respected. Sometimes Finn wished he could stay as silent and just be. No more trending hashtags, no more crazy made-up theories about his love life every time he was spotted walking less than two feet from a woman. No more crowds waiting for him outside restaurants—places he knew would be perfect nooks for unforgettable date nights. 

That one small, family-run restaurant in Cap D'Ail, a spot of white, light browns and strings of warm, soft lights floating in the air, gently swaying with the sea breeze that swirled around the terrace. Built on a cliff, intimate, framed by crystal clear water and the infinite hues of the night. The perfect setting for Logan's green eyes to shine and...

"Does Leo know?" Alex piped up. 

Leo. Leo's stunning blue eyes.

Finn's head snapped to Alex. "What?"

"About you and Tremz," he said, slowly pushing himself up against the cushion. He flipped the phone in his hands a few times before adding, "You're always together these days...the three of you," and glancing past Finn, through the picture window. 

The question fell out of the blue, so close to Finn's wandering thoughts that it startled him.

"He doesn't," Finn shook his head—an imperceptible nod, more to himself than anything. Something heavy sank deep into his core. Was it guilt? 

"We—me and Lo, we... haven't talked about it yet. We were just thinking about telling you," he admitted. "You, Noelle, Aubrey, Syd. Our parents..." 

Alex looked at him with curious eyes, a warm mirror reflection. 

"But?" He prompted. Maybe he'd heard the unspoken words Finn was struggling to put together. And when he didn't answer, Alex pushed their elbows together. 

"You can tell me, Fish," he blinked, offering him the safest of smiles. 

Finn's phone buzzed where it lay unlocked on his thigh, giving him an unfairly convenient excuse to catch his breath before what felt like an imminent free fall. 

He got a picture from Logan, a blurry shot of a bookshop window, the one Logan always took him to whenever they set foot in London together. But when a second picture popped up in the chat, Finn's heart did a complicated thing. At the sight of Logan's carefree smile, it fluttered in his chest. At Leo's matching grin, it began to race wildly. Where their cheeks were pressed together under layers of hats, hoods and dark sunglasses, Finn's heart settled peacefully. And then a bitter note of jealousy struck when he realized—did you two just go to Hatchards without me?? he typed frantically. 

Logan's reply was immediate: 

Got lots of books and stuff for you

Wait Leo says not to tell you

It's a surprise

<3

"Oh my God, look at you," Alex laughed loudly next to him—at him. "You're hopeless." 

"Shut up," Finn muttered under his breath, suddenly embarrassed. His nervous fingers went to scratching the heavy stubble on his white-hot cheeks. 

He looked at Alex again, willing himself to say something, anything. But his brother beat him to the word, once again.  

"My next trip is in a month," Alex said. He was worrying the inside of his lips, his eyes unfocused. He was nervous too, Finn realized. "I'll stay here in Monaco for a while. At least while you guys are overseas..." 

Finn stayed still and just listened. 

"I can't let Nat go back and forth for three weeks in a row, and Kasey has rehab and doctor's appointments every other day, so... yeah," he looked back at Finn and gave a sharp nod. "It's been three weeks, but... they've been really, really good." Alex smiled, genuinely and sincerely. "And I tried to get out of the way, you know? I didn't want to... overstay my welcome or, like, intrude or anything..." 

Again, the one thought that kept running through Finn's mind came up. "Have you ever... felt like that?" 

"Never," Alex shook his head. "Not even once, and... I understand if you're worried that Leo might say something—"

It was Finn's time to nod in disagreement. "I trust him," he said. "I know we both do." 

How could they not? 

"Then let him in. Let him choose. Maybe he doesn't want to lose you as much as you don't want to lose him." 

—

Finn's flight was scheduled for the next day at five and, quite surprisingly, his suitcases were already packed and waiting by the front door. He wasn't really looking forward to the long trip, especially now that Kasey, Logan and Leo couldn't be with him. At Silver's request, Logan had to stay in Silverstone and travel with his team, while Finn's new teammate, Kasey's temporary replacement, had flown to Austin early to meet his family.  

After Alex had left, Finn had taken some time to let the day sink in. He'd FaceTimed his parents while he cleaned up the mess he and Alex had left in the kitchen, and then got ready for an early night. But as the sky grew darker and only a faint golden light filled the living room, Finn found himself still on hold, unconsciously waiting for that one call that had kept distance less far, less lonely, for so long. Nights of rambling and rants about busy days, sharing thoughts, opinions and advice about everything that was going on in two so similar, so far apart lives. 

Logan's voice, his carefree laughs at Finn's silly jokes, even in those weeks that always felt like a race against time—those moments had always been a calming anchor. And somehow they had gotten even better lately, when blue eyes and dimpled smiles showed up more often than not on the same blurry screen, between cooking dinner for two, sharing books reviews, and seriously, Harzy, where do you even find the patience with this one? He's so annoying, just to hear Logan's offended gasps next to him.  

Finn waited, socked feet on the coffee table and book in hand, under the warm, yellowish light of the reading lamp by the couch. He sank into chapter after chapter of a fantastical word—a novel Leo had lent him—until the insistent growling of his stomach became too distracting to ignore, calling for a quick take-out.

He scrolled through EatIn for a good five minutes. The notification of a message flashed across the top of the dim phone screen—a text from Kuny in the drivers' group chat, on top of five new emails and a pending software update. No call, no reply to his last text to Logan, left on read a few hours earlier. 

Finally, Finn placed his usual sushi order and went back to reading, tossing the phone and his troublesome thoughts aside, just as the doorbell rang—once, twice, three times. 

"Coming," he called, wondering who the front desk had let through when he wasn't expecting visitors. But any concern was quickly silenced as he swung the door open. 

"Sushi delivery," said a beaming Leo, whose blond curls poked out of a black Silver Racing cap. He held up a handful of bags from Finn's favorite downtown Japanese restaurant. 

"That was quick," Finn blurted out without thinking, gaping at the bags. 

And then a soft snort brought his eyes up to two hilariously perplexed faces. "What?" 

What? "Oh," Finn realized he was still staring, dumbfounded. "Hi—I mean, hi," he laughed at his high-pitched, surprised squeak, and almost leapt at Leo, looping his arms around his neck in a tight hug. 

"Our dinner—" Leo tried to warn him between sweet chuckles, holding the bags out to Logan, who, Finn noticed, was delightfully looking at them with his head tilted to the side. 

"How... what are you doing here?" Finn asked, pulling away from Leo's warm embrace. 

"We brought you dinner, obviously," Leo said with a scoff, as if Finn had just asked something stupid. 

"And presents," Logan lifted an off-white tote bag that seemed quite heavy even in his strong hands. The green embroidered logo on the front read Hatchards Books. 

"As if you hadn't told him already," Leo drawled as he shot Logan a knowing look. 

A devilish, very bite-able grin painted Logan's full lips, a little chapped from the English bitter cold, begging to be kissed better. 

"You're so predictable, Lo," Finn snorted, reluctantly looking away and finally letting them in.

Logan blatantly ignored them, swatting Finn's ass with his bags on the way in. He waited for him as he locked the door and handed Finn the food with a sharp look and a soft whisper. 

"Dinner upstairs?" 

Ten short steps led from the living room balcony to what had once been a bare, spacious roof deck. The moment Finn had signed the papers to buy the attic, his father's keen eye and expert touch had redesigned it into a private sky lounge, a little gem overlooking the beating heart of Monte-Carlo and the features of a boundless coastline. 

Finn turned on the patio heater. Its warmth added to the cozy atmosphere, blending with the light beige color of the lounge chairs and sectional sofa, and the wood accents of a large coffee table where Logan had chaotically placed three sets of chopsticks, along with a bottle of white wine, glasses, and various boxes of delicious-looking treats—all Finn's favorites, it seemed. 

The outdoor lights were dim, allowing a few faint stars to twinkle high above their heads despite the city's harsh reflections. Finn caught Leo standing next to the glass railing with his nose tilted skyward and a star-struck smile lighting up his peaceful face. 

"I'd run for the dumplings," Finn said as he joined him, "if you want a chance with that one around." 

They both turned in time to catch Logan red-handed with half a gyoza dangling from his mouth. 

"Quoi?" he munch-mumbled. "I'm hungry!" 

Their laughter blossomed in unison, louder to Finn's ears than the rumble of the plane passing low overhead, and the hum of traffic below.

Logan's green eyes, dark in the faint light of the night, narrowed on them. 

"So very predictable, indeed," Leo said as Finn gently led him to the table. His hand wavered on the small of Leo's back, tentative—until Logan flashed him a mindful look that sent goosebumps up Finn's arms. 

"Whose team are you on, Knut?" Logan teased, making room for Leo on the sofa as Finn took one of the loungers. 

"I'm afraid I'm legally obligated to say yours." Leo stretched one arm out over the back cushion, putting on a thoughtful expression. "Something about a non-compete clause in my contract, I'm not sure. Besides," he turned to Finn, nose wrinkled around a fine sheen, "my mama would probably disown me if I said otherwise..."

"Ha!" Logan pointed a mocking finger at Finn.  

"...but my dad, on the other hand..."

"Excuse you, I'm right here—" 

"Oh, no, no, no," Leo tutted. "We're not going there, nuh-uh. I hear enough bickering from those two. Feel free to discuss the matter with my parents next weekend."

"Are they coming to the race?" Finn asked.

"Yeah," Leo's smile grew so wide it must have hurt. "Haven't seen them in a while... and the U.S. Grand Prix is sort of a family tradition. Only this time..."

"You won't be on the stands," Logan said softly.

"Pretty special, huh?" Finn felt the hook of Logan's telltale gaze as their eyes met—he’s sweet. 

"Three days Paddock pass-special," Leo nodded, and Logan whistled low under his breath, drawing a contagious laugh from both of them. 

"I really don't know how they're gonna react when they meet you." Leo's ocean blue eyes were lost in the night sky, then suddenly hesitant as he spoke again, "Only if you... um, want to... of course." 

Finn peeked back at Logan, who nodded briefly. There was still so much they could do for him. But for now, Finn was having fun. He crossed his arms and tipped his chin up in a very well practiced offended frown.

"I don't see why," he said in a low voice. "It's not like I'm everyone's favorite around here." 

"Are you kidding—" Leo started just as Logan whispered, "He likes all the attention," loud enough for Finn to hear. 

Leo kicked him in the shin with one of his long legs and snorted a laugh, "Wait till you meet Wyatt Knut. Oh, I know he's gonna lose it." 

With burning cheeks, Finn crossed his legs on the soft cushion and grabbed a pillow for his lap. "Well," he picked up a box from the table and his chopsticks. "Let's hope the rookie doesn't steal my scene then." 

"Oh, right," Logan said, casually stealing a salmon nigiri from Leo's plate. "Who's filling in for Kase?" 

"Oh?" Finn frowned in confusion. "I thought the news was out. The team decided to give our junior driver a chance."

It was almost imperceptible, but Finn was sure Leo lost a little color in his face around a hard swallow. He reached for his glass and took a small sip of the bubbling wine Logan had poured for them.

"Really?" Logan sounded surprised. "Isn't Archer running in F2?" 

"He's twenty-something points off the lead," Finn pointed out. "And his next race is Abu Dhabi. He might as well take a shot at this instead." 

"Sorry, guys," Leo got up from the couch. "I need to use the bathroom. Be right back," he murmured before hurrying to the stairs. 

Finn shifted just in time to see Leo disappear into the house. "Is he okay?" 

"You're such a worrier, mon cœur."

Finn's eyes followed the sound of Logan's soothing voice. "I know..." 

"I missed you," Logan whispered, and warmth spread through Finn's veins, chasing away the brisk cold on his skin. 

"I missed you too, baby. This is the best surprise ever." 

"Couldn't wait until Monday," Logan's jaw twitched around a gentle smile. "And... we both kind of needed a breath of fresh air." 

"Huh? What's going on?" 

Logan shook his head, lips pressed into a hard line. "Silver's dropping the bomb about the Blacks and the partnership deal. Tomorrow. Press is going to be all over it..." 

Finn leaned forward, elbows on his knees. One hand moved up to pinch his lips, to rub his jaw. He sucked in a lungful of air. "'What'd Sirius say?"

"He thinks we can divert any unwanted attention with the reveal of the special livery."

"And what about you two?" 

"Leo should be fine, I think... And I promised not to curse at reporters this time." Logan's faint smile turned mischievous. "And to make it to Sunday without getting fined by the FIA." 

Finn dug his thumb and forefinger into his eyes. "It's going to be one of those weekends, huh?" 

"Ugh," Logan groaned just as desperately. "I really don't want to think about it." He took his glass from the table and tipped it to Finn, eyes growing soft, finally seeming to relax, but still tinged with concern. "At least I got you, non?"

Finn followed suit, raising his own glass in a silent toast. "Always, baby." 

—

The Circuit of the Americas lived up to every driver's expectations. Finn was no stranger to the demanding, yet satisfying feeling of piecing together the perfect lap between steep uphills, tight hairpins and sequences of fast, flowing corners. Nor was he unfamiliar with the energy, the wild atmosphere that usually painted the entire weekend in shades of red, blue and white stars. From the grandstands and garages to the decorated run-offs of the track, everything mirrored the Lone Star flag waving proudly near the crest of the Turn 1 hill.  

That's how Finn found himself walking around the paddock on Thursday morning in a bright red t-shirt and blue jeans, struggling to adjust the cowboy hat perched on top of his misbehaving hair. It was a bit of a cliché, a tradition of the United States Grand Prix that everyone had embraced over the years—including a rather amused Remus Lupin, who was busy chatting with Lily Evans by the team hospitality entrance. 

"Look who finally made it to work," Remus sneered when he saw Finn coming.

"Blah blah blah. I missed you too, Loops," Finn said, sidestepping to hug Lily instead. "What's up, Lils?" 

"Looking good, O'Hara," she said, tipping the wide brim of her velvet camel hat. It matched Remus', sitting perfectly on his sandy blond hair.

"What are you two up to?" 

"Gossiping, mostly," Lily said, beaming with faux innocence. "Oh, and technically looking for my husband. I kind of lost him between breakfast and the five minutes I was in the shower." 

"Sirius left early too," Remus began, stumbling over his words as a faint blush crept to the tips of his ears. "I think—he… uh. He texted me pretty early, yeah." 

"Right," Finn said. He watched unconvinced as Lily failed, rather spectacularly, to hide a wicked grin. "Any sign of Logan? Leo?"

Logan had snuck out of Finn's room at dawn with a thousand kisses and the promise of more cuddles later that night, but no further explanation. 

"Haven't seen them around." Remus shrugged, "But the event starts in..." He checked his watch. "About fifteen minutes. Maybe they're already at the Paddock Club or—"

"Holy—shit," Lily's voice dropped to a breathless whisper, her green eyes wide.

Finn and Remus turned in sync to… quite the view.

"Did you... did you know about this?" Finn thought he heard Remus ask. To whom, he couldn't say.

Now Finn would have answered, if words hadn't deserted him. If the deeply unbuttoned shirt that fit Logan's shoulders under a fringed green vest hadn't been too distracting. Or the denim jacket and light blue bandana tied softly around Leo's neck, perfectly framing his sharp lines—a sliver of sunshine in a bright, cloudless sky. Leather boots, belts, and wide-brimmed brown hats completed the look of the four Silver boys as they casually strutted toward them. 

A wave of searing heat spread from Finn's chest to his hips, slowly burning him from the inside out. 

"Howdy," James greeted in first—washed denim jeans and a bad impression of a Southern accent. He swooped in to pull an awe-struck Lily into a hard kiss. 

Behind him, Sirius, Logan, and Leo were quiet, looking somewhat embarrassed, confident, and resigned at the same time. 

"Well, hello, cowboys," Lily laughed, her eyes flitting curiously between them. "Anyone care to explain?" 

Finn had to glance at Remus then, who was also uncharacteristically silent. Their eyes met briefly and they both pretended they didn't look like someone had just slapped them hard in the face. 

Sirius was the first to speak. Finn dared a closer look at Logan and then at Leo, eyebrows arching in interest at their twin smirks. 

"A special livery requires special attire, doesn't it?" Sirius began tentatively, as if trying to convince himself. He pointed his thumbs at his loose black shirt. 

"And, oh-so-casually," James spun around to show off his outfit, "we have a Hugo Boss collab to rock."

"And press to distract, apparently..." Leo added, crossing his arms and ankles in one elegant motion.

Very, very distracting indeed, thank you.

Logan pasted on his fakest smile. "Oh, and I'm retiring by the end of the season—ow!” he grunted a laugh as Leo flicked the back of his head. "Knutty."

It struck him then, unbidden and consuming. A lightning bolt from the bluest of skies. An electric spike swept over Finn's entire body, this time tightening his chest. It was undeniable how Logan and Leo glowed next to each other. Whether it was on track, with Leo's firm voice listing strict instructions in Logan's ears. At night, sitting at a kitchen table, miles away from Finn, telling him bits and pieces of their days. And here, in the middle of a semi-desert paddock, dressed in glamour for no sensible reason at all—those two shone like the brightest stars in the firmament before Finn's eyes. 

Suddenly, Finn longed to feel how Leo so beautifully coaxed that rare bliss out of Logan, carefree laughs and heart-melting smiles that Finn knew were private, exclusive. Breaths he'd kissed from his mouth, yearned for and cherished. And intriguing tastes that Finn now secretly craved. 

The most perfectly complicated knot of feelings.

"Fish?" Logan's touch was warm on his forearm. 

"Yeah?" 

"See you later?" 

Finn could only nod, blinded by forest green and cornflower blue and the pungent scent of two perfectly layered colognes. 

They all left, Lily in tow, snuggled between James' and Sirius' arms, abandoning Finn and Remus in a deafening silence that grew louder with every stray, passing voice.

"We should..." Remus cleared his throat. 

"Yep, yeah." 

"Okay. Harz," he muttered, his words muffled as he dragged a hand across his face. "You're off to... Sky Sports and Viaplay. Flash interviews. Then we're doing the track walk together." 

"Always so romantic, Loops," Finn casually threw an arm around Remus' shoulders. "Hey, you know who's up for the drivers' press conference?" 

"They want the new guy. You're boring old stuff, my friend."

"Damn," Finn sighed. "Not complaining, but... ouch." 

"It's the circle of life." Remus elbowed him playfully before looking up with a small, knowing smile—subtle. "We're screwed, huh?"

"Oh man," Finn huffed out a loud laugh. "Aren't we?" 

—

"Espresso." 

Natalie's voice broke the early morning quiet of the team's hospitality lounge. 

"Macchiato," she groaned, flopping into an armchair in the coffee area where Finn was busy topping his cappuccino with cinnamon. "And make it double, please, and thank you." 

Finn's free hand snapped to his forehead in an over-the-top salute. "Yes, ma'am." 

"Fucking jet lag."

Finn grabbed a cup and started the coffee machine. "Up all night again?"

"I think I slept... like eight hours in three days."

"Yikes," Finn winced. He let a cloud of foamed milk swirl into the dark, fragrant brew, then sprinkled some cocoa powder on top. "This calls for extra sugar." 

"Definitely," she mumbled.

Finn set the steaming cup on a saucer. He placed it on a small tray along with a teaspoon, a tiny basket of sugar packets, and a couple of warm, buttery mini croissants. 

"There you go." He laid the tray on the glass table in front of her and sank into the nearest armchair. 

"Wow, Freckle," Natalie marveled dozily, her words fading into a drawn-out yawn. "Five-star treatment."

"Seems much needed," Finn scrunched his nose as he reached for his own coffee. 

"You and me both." She pointed between their faces, clearly noting the purple circles under his eyes. "What's keeping you up?" 

"No clue," Finn lied, and Natalie shot him a look. 

"You really think," she paused to take a small sip of coffee, unfazed. "You can hide something from me, of all people?" 

Finn couldn't help the small, wry smile that twitched his lips. "You'd be surprised," he murmured around the rim of his cup.

"What was that?" 

"Nothing," he blurted, unable to escape her inquisitive gaze. "I guess I'm just worried, that's all."

"Hm. And does that have anything to do with a certain hot-tempered brunet? Say, someone throwing threatening death glares at anyone with a microphone within a mile radius?"  

"That's overprotective Logan Tremblay to you."

Finn omitted the details, of course. The past couple of nights spent with Logan curled up in his arms—a bundle of nerves. Jaw clenched, teeth gritted, falling asleep as morning light spilled through the window, voiceless and exhausted, with Finn's fingers still tangled in his hair, a familiar touch to hold on to. 

"Is this about the—" Natalie air quoted, "—Black Gate? The cowboy thing didn't work out?" 

Finn nodded briefly, utterly drained. 

"Damage control for Sirius' sake." He shook his clouded head. "But of course everyone is hungry for more. It's a pretty big deal, the Blacks leaving Silver. Who would believe the sudden 'mutual decision' to end a ten-year partnership?" 

"As if it was anyone else's business." 

"And all forgotten by Monday, as usual. But in the meantime we're stuck with a couple of mad drivers in full guard mode." 

Finn's fingers tapped nervously on the cooling ceramic of the cup, restless. "And then... there's Leo."

Out of his sunny, always catching energy. 

"Leo?" 

"He seems a little... stressed. I don't know."

Tired, maybe. Shadowed by a veil of worry that Finn couldn't chalk up to pressing media attention alone. 

"I just wish there was something I could do to help."

Natalie studied him for a long moment, her brown eyes sweeping across his face. Finn saw the ghost of a wistful smile when she clicked her tongue. "There's something special about you O'Haras, huh?" 

It startled a small laugh out of Finn, warm and incredulous. "I'm not sure where that comes from, but I'll take it as a compliment." 

The front door cracked open. It caught their attention, revealing a bright, fresh face in the doorway. 

"Buongiorno!" Jack Archer chanted in thickly accented Italian. He walked in, proudly wearing his brand new team uniform, complete with a red baseball cap flipped backward over his dark hair.

"Look at you go," Finn held out his arm for a quick fist bump. "Already embracing the team culture."

Natalie simply waved a hand. "Morning, baby rookie."

Archer smiled back at her as he leaned against the counter. "How's Kasey?"

"Oh, he's annoying me, so... way much better." 

"Bet he wanted to come," he quipped. 

"Ha. He tried to talk me into coming once or twice, but..." She took a steadying breath, then looked at Finn with such gentle, guarded fierceness that left him speechless. "I know for sure I left him in very, very good hands."

Jack nodded sympathetically, looking between them. "Glad to hear that."

"How about you?" Finn jumped in. "Ready for today?" 

It was Archer's first ever Formula One qualifying. Finn remembered how emotional that felt—the fervent, uncontainable energy, the anticipation, and the urgency to prove yourself worthy of the privilege of sitting in such a prestigious spot. He could see the same thrill glinting in Jack's blue eyes.

"So ready," he laughed, bouncing a little on his feet. "But hey, I wouldn't mind some good advice."

"Anytime. Actually, we can..." Finn began, pulling the phone out of his pocket. "Okay, I have to be somewhere in... shit, well, ten minutes ago, but," he stood up and patted Archer on the shoulder, already poised to sprint out. "Catch you before FP3?"

"Yeah, totally," Jack's eyes lit up. "Thanks, man."

"O'Hara," Natalie called. Finn had barely taken a step toward the door. "Are you sure you're not forgetting anything?"

"Jesus," Finn did a double take and grabbed the envelope she held out between her manicured fingers. "What would I do without you?"

Natalie rolled her eyes, the outline of a wry smile curling her full lips. "Get out of here."

The paddock was alive, too loud and too hot for mid-fall Saturday morning. Finn had to stop a few times for autographs, pictures and good luck wishes before he finally made it to the Silver Hospitality forecourt. 

Leo spotted him in the distance and waved cheerfully. He looked better than he had all week, his eyes less somber, though still too weary for Finn's liking. But it was a welcome sight that somehow helped Finn calm his nerves. 

Leo was holding a blonde woman close to him, chatting excitedly with a slightly embarrassed Logan. A tall, also blond man stood at their side. The fine features the three of them shared were unmistakable. 

As it turned out, Eloise and Wyatt Knut were exactly as Leo had described them, a force of nature brimming with energy, high spirits and unbelievable kindness—traits Finn had long recognized in their son. 

Leo had his mother's eyes and her same sharp wit. Finn had soon found himself wrapped in a motherly hug, warm and loving, as Eloise thanked him over and over for no particular reason. Though she didn't miss the chance to slip in a cheeky remark about him racing for the wrong team—you should really consider moving to Silver, honey. The three of you would make the best team out there—coloring Leo's light skin several shades of red. 

Wyatt Knut was just as energetic, though a little more reserved. Finn could tell by the way he'd squeezed his hand in his own that he was holding back his excitement, while his well-worn Scuderia cap spoke volumes. 

Finn and Logan had planned to surprise them upon their arrival on Friday, but by the time they had finished debriefing after the free practice, Leo had essentially kidnapped his parents and disappeared. He was glad, though, if Leo's better mood had anything to do with it. 

Now, between conversations, Finn noticed Logan eyeing the envelope in his hands and nodding his head in encouragement. 

"Boys," Eloise said with an angelic smile, "we shouldn't keep you any longer, I'm sure you're quite busy." 

"Actually, Mrs. Knut—"

"Finn, please. It's Eloise for you." 

"Right," Finn chuckled, rubbing a hand over his neck as he sought Logan's eyes for support. "Well, these are for you," he opened the envelope Natalie had secured for him and pulled out two golden VIP passes. 

"Guys..." Leo breathed, his startled gaze bouncing between them. 

"Consider yourselves our guests of honor," Logan said. "For a full race weekend experience. You can do the grid walk on Sunday if you'd like. And watch all the sessions from our garages."

"Both," Finn added playfully, turning to Wyatt. "Whichever you prefer." 

Wyatt clasped Finn's shoulder, then Logan’s—a silent, heartfelt smile tugging at his thin lips. Eloise's grateful embrace carried the same fondness Finn saw in Leo's glazed stare. He shot him a wink just as Logan bumped into his side. 

"You shouldn't have to..." Leo whispered softly.

Finn felt the sudden urge to tell him that he'd do anything to see him this happy, always. He knew from the look on Logan's face, scenically playing the annoyed roll of eyes, that he was tightly holding onto similar thoughts. 

But this was neither the time nor the place. Finn had already spotted a few TV crews creeping around and the last free practice session was about to start. 

Besides, he had no idea what the hell was going on with him. What was he meant to make of any of these thrumming needs?

He accepted the tenth round of thanks, an invitation to dinner at the best steakhouse in town according to Leo, another warm hug from Eloise, and a fierce good luck, son from an ecstatic Wyatt Knut—the silky lanyard of his pass already hanging around his neck.

Before he left, Logan put on one of those wicked smiles that Finn wished he could always bite off his lips. 

"See you on track, O'Hara," he jabbed, making everyone laugh. 

"Yeah," Finn smiled. It was a relief to see that some of the worry had slipped from Logan's scratchy, sleep-deprived voice. 

Finn loved him. God, he loved Logan immensely. But right then he knew he had to focus on himself and his performance, to keep an overload of problems at bay. 

After all, he'd made himself a promise. He had a championship to win, against none other than the man of his dreams—and his race engineer at his side. Two people who somehow managed to make Finn feel so overwhelmingly good. 

And helplessly confused.  

"Good luck, Tremblay." 

The car felt incredible, sharp and consistently balanced even on the hot track. The first two qualifying rounds had flowed as smoothly as water and Finn was confident he could secure a solid pole position, setting himself up for a much needed win tomorrow. 

Now the lights in Finn's box were vivid, as urgent as his need to get back on track and run the car in those milder sunset shades for the last stint of the day. He sat in the cockpit and waited while the mechanics made their final adjustments. 

As he peeled the smudged tear-off from his visor, Remus' voice crackled through the radio. 

"Harz, we're putting on a new set of soft." 

Finn pressed the yellow radio button on the steering wheel. "Sounds good." 

"And—I need you to improve the middle sector." 

"What's the last lap time?" 

"1:37.017," Remus spelled out. "Logan's is tied with James' at .214." 

Good, but not enough, Finn thought. Logan had this innate, annoyingly brilliant ability to set the perfect lap with the clock about to run out. One last flying lap to get those couple of tenths out of nowhere, just when everyone else thought he didn't have the right pace. 

"Archer’s going out first," Remus added. "He's instructed to give you slipstream if you think you'll need it." 

Finn and Kasey had used the tactic countless times, helping each other secure at least one spot on the front rows of the grid.  Jack wasn't new to these tricks, of course, and after a long talk that morning, Finn trusted him to deliver as well. 

Archer hadn't needed advice, exactly—more like reassurance and a nudge to tackle the new challenge with confidence. 

As presumptuous as it might have seemed, though, Finn didn't want Jack's help. He knew he held all the cards to perform at his peak. And maybe—just like the young rookie he'd been a long time ago—Finn desperately needed to prove something to himself once more.   

"Thanks, guys," he simply replied.  

"Let's bring it home, man." 

Amazing speed through the twentieth and final corner for Thomas Walker, but no further improvement. Nadeau, however, crosses the finish line with a fastest third sector and goes sixth to beat his teammate. 

Logan Tremblay takes provisional pole as O'Hara starts his flying lap with the session nearing its end. Here comes Potter across the line to move up to second—and we have a Silver front row for now.  Halla does improve, but remains fourth behind Archer—an amazing Saturday for the rookie, who'll have the chance to start his first Formula One race from second row tomorrow. 

Fastest sector one for Finn O'Hara as he makes his way through some traffic out there. Once again Tremblay vs. O'Hara for pole is our battle. 

Absolutely phenomenal in this car, finding more time down the high speed straight—and it's another purple sector for the American driver. 

More traffic coming in between turns 13 to 15 as most cars in-lap on their way to pit lane, but—whooa, my goodness. That's a close call for O'Hara with his teammate going into Turn 16! 

It was an instinctive reflex. 

Finn hadn't fully registered what had just happened in front of him. He braked, hard enough to tip his car to the left, over the curb and into the run-off, narrowly avoiding contact. His flying lap was completely ruined.

"Remus," he gasped over the radio.

He'd sounded too calm to his own ears, even as blood began to boil in his veins, mixing with a wild rush of adrenaline. Someone had just cost him the pole. Someone had deliberately moved into the middle of his lap and almost caused a massive crash. Not just someone, Finn realized with a flash of clarity, but his own teammate.

Remus' voice was apprehensive. "Yeah, we saw that, Harz..."

"That was fucking—"

"I know, I know," Remus promptly cut him off. He knew better than to let Finn cause a scene that anyone could hear. "Just come back to the box, please. We'll discuss this later."

Not a single word came out of Finn’s mouth as he drove to the Parc Fermé. He jumped out of the car, steering wheel in hand, and quietly followed the other drivers to the pit lane. A cameraman tracked him all the way to his box, probably expecting him to react, or maybe snap like some drivers used to—like Logan sometimes did. Finn just kept his helmet on and the dark visor down. 

He had expected to find Remus there, ready to apologize for a mistake that wasn’t even his fault. Finn knew he would try to explain with his steady, calming manner that there was nothing they could do. Whatever happened between teammates never got penalized by the stewards. It stayed between team walls. 

Instead, standing outside his garage, shoulders hunched and a restless hand tormenting his soft-looking curls, was Leo. 

"Harzy," he almost jumped on his feet when he saw Finn. "Are you okay?" 

"Le?" Despite everything, Finn found himself smiling. He raised the visor to meet Leo's anxious eyes. "What are you doing here?" 

"I..." Leo let out a long sigh of relief. "I'm so sorry, Finn. Are you hurt?" 

"What? No," Finn undid the helmet and slid it off his head, along with the balaclava. "Leo, I'm fine. It was just impeding." 

"I know, I..." he began, and glanced towards the mixed area where Archer was being interviewed. 

So he'd made it to the top three…

When Leo turned his back to Jack, he looked even more freaked out than before. "You... It looked bad—on screen. The bounce on the curb..."

"I'm fine," Finn repeated, reaching out to grab his arm reassuringly. "Are you, though?" 

"Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I just..." Leo swallowed hard. "I wanted to make sure he didn’t—"

"He fucking impeded you?!" Logan's thunderous voice made them both spin around. 

"Lo," Finn shot him a warning look. "Not here." 

"What the fuck?" 

"I know." Finn took a deep breath. "I need to talk to Remus first, but... He's young, guys. Honestly I’ve seen senior drivers doing worse than that."

Logan crossed his arms, an angry frown tightening his lips. "Still."

"Listen," Finn ran a hand over his sweaty hair, his pulse suddenly jumping. The onslaught of feelings he'd experienced in the last forty-eight hours was surreal. He felt defeated, frustration still seething at the edges of his fist, clenched around the chin bar of his helmet. Exhausted for too many reasons at once. 

And yet there stood a glimpse of hope—fierce eyes staring at him… protectively, he realized. 

"You two shouldn't worry about me, okay? I promise, I'm fine. I just need to put an end to this crazy day and get out of my head for a minute." 

Leo nodded understandingly. "We can call off dinner if you'd rather—" 

"Please don't," Finn said. It came out almost like a plea. "Dinner with the Knuts is exactly what I need right now." 

"Ouais," Logan agreed, watchful eyes fixed on Finn's. He was trying to read between the lines, something he'd learned a long time ago—always finding his way to Finn. "Me too." 

A full, bright smile split Leo's lips. "Okay, one more thing. Then I better go before Sirius kills me," he said. He sounded a little giddy. "My parents want to invite you to stay with us next week, just so you know. They were over the moon about the tickets." 

"Really, it was nothing," Logan said, and Finn’s heart melted in his chest. 

"You don't have to say yes," Leo urged. He took a step back towards the pit stall, grinning innocently, "And you definitely didn't hear this from me. But we'd love to have you guys over."

With a soul-crushing wink, Leo walked away. Logan's sharp breath filled the next beat of silence. 

"Rouge."

"Hm?" Finn whispered back. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Logan was staring after Leo, too.

They turned to each other, keeping a short distance between them—just two drivers confronting each other after a tough qualifying session.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Logan asked.

"I love it when you call me Rouge."

"Finn."

"I told you, I'm fine."

"That wasn't fair."

"It wasn't," Finn admitted. 

"Beginner's luck," Logan grumbled. 

Finn's mouth shifted to the side, one corner lifting slightly. A bead of sweat slid from a rebellious lock of Logan’s dark hair onto his temple. Finn watched, mesmerized, as it traced its way around the crinkle of Logan’s eye, down to the corner of his full mouth, along his jaw, and finally dropped from his flushed face.

"Come on, Tremz. I'll overtake the rookie and chase you down as fast as I can. You have my word."

"Ah," Logan lost some of his fight at that. "Bet you won’t catch me, though."

"Oh-ho," Finn bit his lips. Something about that Logan smile drove him crazy. "Try me. I can give you a head start tonight," he murmured.

"Non," Logan laughed. "We have a race tomorrow, in case you forgot."

"Right," Finn inched closer. Logan didn’t so much as blink.

"A race I'm going to win. And then..."

It wasn’t much of a choice for Finn when it came to it. Had he imagined spending every second of their free time glued to Logan's side? Absolutely. Had Finn already pictured a beaming Leo showing them around his childhood home? Walking them through streets, corners, places he'd grown up in? Maybe.

Besides, they had already been thinking about a nice, short escape before flying to Mexico City—just the three of them. 

"A quick detour to New Orleans?" To Finn, it sounded like the perfect golden mean.

Green eyes glinted at him, almost in awe. The last rays of sun framed Logan's tan skin like gold.

"Parfait, mon amour."

[brandyanna]

girljournalling chapter 3: fitness journey + tips 𓆩♡𓆪

some of you may know that i am in ed recovery... wanted to have this as a disclaimer because if i had never suffered from an ed then i would not have started my fitness journey, and if i didn't start my fitness journey then i would not be here - having improved my mental wellbeing!!

things to remember:

❦ food is fuel, not something you have to earn!

❦ eating to run, not running to eat

❦ everyone starts from the beginning, your only competition is yourself

generally, i always recommend going to the gym and running! i run 3 times a week, and also do 2 track sessions a week at school. you can also go to the gym for cardio and weightlifting, which is great for athleticism and your metabolism. as a runner, you should be strength training to decrease your risk of injury

❦ when i first went to the gym, i was so scared of embarassing myself - get on the treadmill and observe what other people are doing, you'll soon feel less overwhelmed

❦ you should take at least two rest days in a week! any less and you risk overtraining (it's not pretty, take it from me) of course, you can keep active by walking on these days if you want

❦ at the gym, you should aim to train lower body (glutes, hamstrings, legs), upper body (core, arms, shoulders/back), and cardio

❦ there are so many ways to structure your week! for example:

-> monday: aerobic cardio, tuesday: lower body, wednesday: upper body + core, thursday: active rest + recovery, friday: lower body + glutes, saturday: upper body/arms, sunday: rest + recovery

❦ make sure you warm up with dynamic stretches and cool down with gentle stretches like pilates/yoga or walking slowly!

❦ please hydrate and stretch properly guys :( so many injuries can be easily prevented by just doing this

❦ nutrition is a key part of fitness; but do not get wrapped up into the latest 'trending diet' or restrict your food intake. instead, eat a balanced diet and remember, count the colours on your plate, not the calories!

for running, if you're training for a specific distance, you want to be running 3-4 times a week, structured with easy runs, intervals/tempo runs, and long runs

❦ there are so many apps/websites that provide comprehensive training plans, my favourite is runna because you can work towards any distance/level of fitness that you like!

❦ with your easy runs, make sure you go easy, because it allows you to go faster and longer in your tempo + long runs

❦ my favourite time to run is early in the morning, i have a 5:00am alarm before school. in my opinion, it just makes me feel productive and awake throughout the day!

staying fit is hard, but so is living carelessly. being healthy is hard, but so is neglecting your health. choose your hard.

[penny00dreadful]

Inspiration Saturday/Seven Sentence Sunday Monday

Thank you to my darling @just-my-latest-hyperfixation for the tag 🖤

Inspiration: So I'm not 100% on how this one goes so I'm making up my own rules! I think it's a mashup of other wip tag games and supposed to be like what inspired you for this fic, but I don't wanna just be like all of Dungeons and Dragons so I made a lil something out of all the pictures on my pinterest board that have been helping me feel the vibe. At least the vibe of the first chapter.

And here's seven sentences from that chapter!

“She’s alive?” Eddie sounded so completely caught off guard. So surprised. So hopeful. So foolish. Steve gripped his sword and swung, unsheathing it in one fluid motion, aiming right for Eddie’s neck but the bard was fast. He managed to duck out of the way of the blade just in time, a chunk of his hair being sliced clean through before he took off down the alleyway with Steve hot on his tail.

Surprise! You're all getting tagged: @hbyrde36 @cranberrymoons @farahsamboolents @spoookysix @dreamwatch

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Saturday Report 130

Yes, we are not in Wix anymore, but only for the Saturday Reports, the website is still there.

If you don't know yet, I had some problems with posting the Saturday Reports there, and here is just much better...

You do get that "Please make an account bar down there", sorry about that, but hey you can still see the latest report without it! You will need one to see older ones though... They're all here by the way, it took a long time but it's nice to have this archive... Now if only I had v.1.0 of the scenario still

I also noticed the number was wrong while getting all Reports, that's why we're back in numbers.

Anyway! Back to the actual reporting! Well I've been doing some nice progress with the planning of "Amelian Reasons Why You Will Lose." and I'm almost done with it. Soon I will be able to start the actual writing of the stuff here. I'm aiming for like, 9 hours of more content, which is the usual big size update around here, though of course it will take a long time to complete.

Next Saturday we'll most likely start talking about the writing and have actual in game screenshots, but for now, it's another week of wait.

Hey, I can post the new future Flowcharts of the Memories update too, that should be noice.

Three links down here, pick the place you like to view it

https://mega.nz/file/Fh4GXBYY#rBsUMdct_iJK3dDKoqCbVz0kINo2OZ86CSYTiRWVgvc

https://www.mediafire.com/view/dcwysjne6evrth9/2.8_completebiblity.png/file

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1HrMFiDb2BcozvVvcjbT25sobjO766Beb/view?usp=sharing

Anyway, that was all, have a nice Saturday and see you on the next one!

What did you think of the the new "Day 1" of both Abby and Zoey?

Vote here!

(Poll will stay up until 18 of December)

How much did you like the new Halloween special, Gadgets VS Ghosts?

Vote here!

(Poll will stay up until 2 of December)

What am I doing?: Doing the initial planning for the new stuff in the Memories Route

Progress of the update: Rough writing:

Nothing

Animation:

Nothing

Music and Sound:

Nothing

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BBC 0508 11 Feb 2025

7285Khz 0458 11 FEB 2025 - BBC (UNITED KINGDOM) in ENGLISH from ASCENSION ISLAND. SINPO = 45333. English, s/on @0458z with Bowbells int. fb ID, pips and Newsday preview. @0501z World News anchored by Neil Nunes. § Trump urged Israel to cancel the ceasefire with Hamas if all hostages aren't released by Saturday, warning of severe consequences if the hostages aren't freed. Hamas delayed the release of hostages, citing Israel's violation of the ceasefire terms, and stated they would hold off on further releases until Israel meets its obligations. The ceasefire deal, which aimed to exchange hostages for Palestinians, faces increasing tension as Hamas demands a full ceasefire and Israeli withdrawal for remaining captives. § A consortium of investors led by Elon Musk offered $97.4bn to take over OpenAI, the maker of ChatGPT. The offer is the latest twist in a longstanding battle between Musk, the world's richest man and right hand to US President Donald Trump, and Open AI chief executive Sam Altman over the future of the start-up at the centre of the AI boom. In response to the bid, Altman posted on Musk's social media platform X: "no thank you but we will buy twitter for $9.74 billion if you want." § U.S. President Donald Trump agreed to consider exempting Australia from his steel and aluminium tariffs in view of the country's trade surplus with the United States, following a phone call with Prime Minister Anthony Albanese. Trump substantially raised tariffs on steel and aluminium imports on Monday, cancelling exemptions and duty-free quotas for major suppliers in a move that could boost the risk of a multi-front trade war. § US President Donald Trump has signed an executive order ending a US government effort to replace plastic straws with paper. The order, which takes effect immediately, reverses a measure signed by former President Joe Biden, who had called plastic pollution a "crisis". § Two Venezuelan planes returned home Monday with about 190 Venezuelans deported from the United States, signaling a possible thaw in relations between two longtime diplomatic adversaries and a victory for President Donald Trump in his efforts to get more countries to take their people back. § Former Colombian President Álvaro Uribe on Monday denied charges of bribery and witness tampering as he made his opening statement in the first criminal trial of a former president in the country’s history. Speaking to a judge in the capital, Bogota, Uribe said that he would prove that the charges against him “are politically motivated.” § The vast majority of governments are likely to miss a looming deadline to file vital plans that will determine whether or not the world has a chance of avoiding the worst ravages of climate breakdown. Despite the urgency of the crisis, the UN is relatively relaxed at the prospect of the missed date. Officials are urging countries instead to take time to work harder on their targets to cut greenhouse gas emissions and divest from fossil fuels. § Police in Austria have issued a European arrest warrant for a woman they believe posed as a shaman to defraud victims out of large sums of money. Police said they discovered cash, jewellery and gold worth over 10m euros (£8.3 million) at the woman's house in Mödling, near Vienna. They said the suspect is a 44-year-old Austrian citizen named only as Mariana M, who went by the name Amela. @0506z “Newsday” begins. 100' (30m) of Kev-Flex wire feeding "Magic Wand" antenna hanging in backyard tree w/MFJ-1020C active antenna (used as a preamplifier/preselector), JRC NRD-535D, 250kW, beamAz 115°, bearing 103°. Received at Plymouth, MN, United States, 9763KM from transmitter at Ascension Island. Local time: 2258.

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[ad_1] Mehrajuddin Wadoo, Mohammedan Sporting Club (PC: Debasis Sen) Mohammedan Sporting’s plight in their maiden Indian Super League season has been underwhelming. The century-old Kolkata outfit are languishing at the bottom of the table with just 11 points from 18 games. The club management is not on the same page with the investors. Adding to the woes, the players and coaching staff are not being paid salaries over the last two months. leading to the Russian coach Andrey Chernyshov resigning from his post. Mehrajuddin Wadoo, who has been entrusted with the responsibilities of coaching the side in the absence of Chernyshov, did not have a good start as his side were thrashed 0-4 by Mohun Bagan, on Saturday. As the club prepares for the upcoming away fixture against Hyderabad FC on February 8, the newly-appointed Mohammedan Sporting coach shares his thoughts on the remaining six matches in the ISL. Here are the excerpts: It has not not been a great start for you as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting as your side suffered a crushing defeat against Mohun Bagan in the last match… Mehrajuddin: It was a tough challenge as we all know Mohun Bagan are a strong side and are on top of the ISL points table. We have never shied away from challenges. Conceding three goals in the first half from set pieces pushed us back. And Qasimov getting a red card did not help our cause. I thought the players put up a good fight in the second half. We still have six matches remaining and are hopeful of doing well. Are you enjoying this new role as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting? Mehrajuddin: I will be lying if I say I am not enjoying my role as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting. It has been only seven years since I started coaching. I retired as a player in 2017 and always wanted to be involved in coaching. I was always passionate about coaching and have been involved as coach in I League clubs. It was always a huge opportunity to coach in the ISL and I have previously been involved as a coach at the Mohammedan Sporting club. At this moment, it is tough not only for the players but the coaching staff as well. Despite the challenges, my aim will be to guide the team well in the remaining six matches in ISL. For the Latest Sports News: Click Here Mohammedan Sporting players at practice (PC: Mohammedan Sporting/X) How challenging is it for you as a coach to motivate the players who have not been getting salaries for the last two months? Mehrajuddin: I would like to say that all my players are very professional and committed to give their best despite issues with their salaries. Obviously, at times, it can be demotivating for the players when their demands are not met. The situation at Mohammedan Sporting club is nothing new in Indian football. Even I faced such incidents (salary issues) during my playing days. The good thing is all the concerned parties, I mean the club management and investors are trying to get the issues sorted as quickly as possible. There has been an initiative to settle the crisis. It is a big challenge for me as a coach to motivate the players to give their best on the pitch but I take full responsibility. My job has been to constantly tell my players to focus on their game rather than getting worried with off-field issues. They need to realise that they will get their salaries which are due. They need to leave aside the salary issues and concentrate on their game once they are on the field, as their primary objective as a player is to give their best for the team.  What are your thoughts on the upcoming away fixture against Hyderabad FC as they are also struggling this season? Mehrajuddin: All the teams in the ISL are competitive and Hyderabad FC is no different. Yes, they also have not had a good season and will be desperate to salvage some points towards the final stages of the league. We want to leave behind the result against Mohun Bagan and are preparing well for the away fixture against Hyderabad FC. Our primary target will be to get a point.

Dimi Petratos during Mohun Bagan vs Mohammedan SC (PC: Debasis Sen) You will miss Kasimov in the crucial encounter against Hyderabad as he is serving a suspension. Would you say it was a bit irresponsible of him to get the red card against Mohun Bagan? Mehrajuddin: I would say it was an act of frustration from him (Kasimov) to see the team trailing 0-3 in the first half. There will be challenges and you must find ways to overcome it. It could have been avoided as it put the team in further trouble. To play with 10 men against a team like Mohun Bagan is always going to be difficult. Are you not happy with the overall fitness of the players? We saw today the entire practice session was focused on enhancing endurance and strength training… Mehrajuddin: There are still a few days remaining for our next fixture against Hyderabad FC. So, the emphasis was to enhance the fitness and endurance of the players. We will be back focusing on the technical aspect when we return to training on Wednesday and Thursday before we leave for Hyderabad on Friday. You have played for this club and know enough about the passion of fans. What will be your message to them? Mehrajuddin: The passion among the loyal fans in all three big clubs in Kolkata is unmatched compared to other clubs in the country. Players get the warmth here in Kolkata. The loyal fans do not leave the club even during the tough times. They have every reason to get angry and disappointed when the team is not getting the desired results. They should also remember that this is the first season for Mohammedan Sporting in the ISL. They have come to the stadium to support us in every match we played. We will try to bring back the smile on the faces of the loyal fans. Also Read:  The post Motivating players and non-payment of salaries – Mehrajuddin Wadoo’s task of treading a thin line appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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[ad_1] Mehrajuddin Wadoo, Mohammedan Sporting Club (PC: Debasis Sen) Mohammedan Sporting’s plight in their maiden Indian Super League season has been underwhelming. The century-old Kolkata outfit are languishing at the bottom of the table with just 11 points from 18 games. The club management is not on the same page with the investors. Adding to the woes, the players and coaching staff are not being paid salaries over the last two months. leading to the Russian coach Andrey Chernyshov resigning from his post. Mehrajuddin Wadoo, who has been entrusted with the responsibilities of coaching the side in the absence of Chernyshov, did not have a good start as his side were thrashed 0-4 by Mohun Bagan, on Saturday. As the club prepares for the upcoming away fixture against Hyderabad FC on February 8, the newly-appointed Mohammedan Sporting coach shares his thoughts on the remaining six matches in the ISL. Here are the excerpts: It has not not been a great start for you as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting as your side suffered a crushing defeat against Mohun Bagan in the last match… Mehrajuddin: It was a tough challenge as we all know Mohun Bagan are a strong side and are on top of the ISL points table. We have never shied away from challenges. Conceding three goals in the first half from set pieces pushed us back. And Qasimov getting a red card did not help our cause. I thought the players put up a good fight in the second half. We still have six matches remaining and are hopeful of doing well. Are you enjoying this new role as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting? Mehrajuddin: I will be lying if I say I am not enjoying my role as the coach of Mohammedan Sporting. It has been only seven years since I started coaching. I retired as a player in 2017 and always wanted to be involved in coaching. I was always passionate about coaching and have been involved as coach in I League clubs. It was always a huge opportunity to coach in the ISL and I have previously been involved as a coach at the Mohammedan Sporting club. At this moment, it is tough not only for the players but the coaching staff as well. Despite the challenges, my aim will be to guide the team well in the remaining six matches in ISL. For the Latest Sports News: Click Here Mohammedan Sporting players at practice (PC: Mohammedan Sporting/X) How challenging is it for you as a coach to motivate the players who have not been getting salaries for the last two months? Mehrajuddin: I would like to say that all my players are very professional and committed to give their best despite issues with their salaries. Obviously, at times, it can be demotivating for the players when their demands are not met. The situation at Mohammedan Sporting club is nothing new in Indian football. Even I faced such incidents (salary issues) during my playing days. The good thing is all the concerned parties, I mean the club management and investors are trying to get the issues sorted as quickly as possible. There has been an initiative to settle the crisis. It is a big challenge for me as a coach to motivate the players to give their best on the pitch but I take full responsibility. My job has been to constantly tell my players to focus on their game rather than getting worried with off-field issues. They need to realise that they will get their salaries which are due. They need to leave aside the salary issues and concentrate on their game once they are on the field, as their primary objective as a player is to give their best for the team.  What are your thoughts on the upcoming away fixture against Hyderabad FC as they are also struggling this season? Mehrajuddin: All the teams in the ISL are competitive and Hyderabad FC is no different. Yes, they also have not had a good season and will be desperate to salvage some points towards the final stages of the league. We want to leave behind the result against Mohun Bagan and are preparing well for the away fixture against Hyderabad FC. Our primary target will be to get a point.

Dimi Petratos during Mohun Bagan vs Mohammedan SC (PC: Debasis Sen) You will miss Kasimov in the crucial encounter against Hyderabad as he is serving a suspension. Would you say it was a bit irresponsible of him to get the red card against Mohun Bagan? Mehrajuddin: I would say it was an act of frustration from him (Kasimov) to see the team trailing 0-3 in the first half. There will be challenges and you must find ways to overcome it. It could have been avoided as it put the team in further trouble. To play with 10 men against a team like Mohun Bagan is always going to be difficult. Are you not happy with the overall fitness of the players? We saw today the entire practice session was focused on enhancing endurance and strength training… Mehrajuddin: There are still a few days remaining for our next fixture against Hyderabad FC. So, the emphasis was to enhance the fitness and endurance of the players. We will be back focusing on the technical aspect when we return to training on Wednesday and Thursday before we leave for Hyderabad on Friday. You have played for this club and know enough about the passion of fans. What will be your message to them? Mehrajuddin: The passion among the loyal fans in all three big clubs in Kolkata is unmatched compared to other clubs in the country. Players get the warmth here in Kolkata. The loyal fans do not leave the club even during the tough times. They have every reason to get angry and disappointed when the team is not getting the desired results. They should also remember that this is the first season for Mohammedan Sporting in the ISL. They have come to the stadium to support us in every match we played. We will try to bring back the smile on the faces of the loyal fans. Also Read:  The post Motivating players and non-payment of salaries – Mehrajuddin Wadoo’s task of treading a thin line appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link

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Fan Chon Hoo in New York, #Day 4

Day 4. The day began with a volunteer event to beautify 132 St Block Association Park. I had a bit of trouble trying to locate the garden, and as I finally showed up at the garden, the person in charge/head volunteer—Aubrey—told me there was some miscommunication; the event was supposed to be tomorrow on a Saturday, not on a Friday. Aubrey decided that we’ll do some composting anyway. We received a pair of gloves and hedge shears for myself and another college student, Jori, and began trimming down some plants to prepare the garden for winter. Once we collected enough fresh green clipping for the composting, we moved on to raking the dried leaves (brown material). I also helped to sharpen some of the tools with sandpaper. Next, they assigned me the task of mulching the dried leaves. Finally, we gathered enough brown and green parts for composting. It was a good four-hour workout, and Aubrey was patient, and I could feel his passion for creating a nice garden for the community. The yellowing Japanese maple tree against the sun looked stunning, and I missed the smell of moist earth. I think it is nice to have a patch of green garden to labour over. If the garden is open for public use, I would love to visit it again before I leave.

The second activity was to attend the screening of the documentary "Jazz in China" by Dr. Eugene Marlow at the CUNY Graduate Center. From the program synopsis, “The documentary chronicles the 100-year story of how jazz—a democratic form of music through improvisation—exists and thrives in China—a country with a long tradition of adherence to central authority.” The hour-long documentary tries to timestamp jazz development through important historical happenings in China: political division in the 1930s, WWII, cultural revolution in the 1960s, the passing of Chairman Mao in 1976, and contemporary China today. I think it is a rather simplistic way of trying to drive home the point about jazz being a western cultural product that was embraced by some Chinese musicians, suppressed during the cultural revolution, and now being revived and celebrated by the growing middle population in China. According to my basic understanding of jazz as a music genre, it was once considered a transgressive and political medium, similar to how certain Indonesian dangdut music can be perceived as political. Despite jazz being a century-old music genre with numerous subgenres emerging over time, the director's intended focus on a specific type of jazz was not clearly defined. I wanted to learn how the Chinese have adopted jazz and how jazz has influenced modern musicians. Almost at the end of the program, I was happy to meet Favour Ritaro, a Nigerian curator who now resides in NYC, and her friend Buyana. It was a shame they couldn’t make it on time. We had a brief chat before we left the venue.

The last activity on my calendar was interesting. I was supposed to watch a YouTube clip called GUTFELD!, a conservative Fox News show hosted by Greg Gutfeld. The link didn’t work, but I managed to watch one of the latest episodes called “Well, this is downright shocking," an episode to basically commemorate the winning of Donald Trump as the newly elected President. The episode featured a plethora of irrational remarks about physical appearances, constant references to body parts and faeces, and occasional biblical allusions, primarily aimed at ridiculing politicians, celebrities, TV hosts, and other individuals who publicly support democratic artists. Although my knowledge of American politics is limited, and I lack the necessary context or references to fully comprehend the show's content, I find it shocking to learn about the comments made on news channels. The show's statements, such as "We decided as a country to move forward today; that means no more blaming the people today for the misdeeds of their ancestors" and "I get up the next day and I get dressed like I always do, by a team of Slovakian migrants," are truly mind-blowing. I don't think this can happen on Malaysian news channels. Prior to this, my YouTube algorithm had been recommending clips from shows such as Jimmy Kimmel, Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Colbert, and John Oliver, which primarily featured liberal content. These shows also poked fun at conservatives, albeit with a less personal or vulgar tone. To learn about political news through TV talk show hosts/personalities, conservative or otherwise, is new to me, as is the influence and power given to these individuals. It is refreshing to try to see it from the other side, and I guess my YouTube algorithm might start to feed me with more pro-conservative content. 

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3CR's Queering the Air amplifies the voices of the marginalised

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3CR's Queering the Air amplifies the voices of the marginalised

Madison, Sasja and Shurthi from Melbourne radio show Queering the Air make radio with purpose, amplifying the marginalised.

‘Queering the Air’ has been running for over two decades on Melbourne radio station 3CR. The show aims to amplify LGBTQIA+ voices and advocates for the community.

But what does it mean to the women behind the microphones? Madison Moffat, Sasja Sÿdek and Shurthi make up the team.

They share their experience as trans women on the community radio airwaves.

“For myself, the show is about giving voice to the underrepresented and marginalised communities,” Sasja said.

“like the trans women of colour and also the trans elders,”

“Trans elders are the forgotten generation. I use my platform to amplify their voices.”

For Madison, it is about creating exposure within the trans, gender diverse and non-binary community.

“I want to focus on people who are putting out great cultural and creative output,” she said.

“Because it can be difficult for them to get any exposure.”

“I want to be able to provide a platform where they can be heard and understood.”

Suthri is the newest to the Queering the Air team, but wants to use her voice to help others.

“My focus is on migrants who call Australia home,” Shurthi said

“to embark into their success stories, resilience, and how they empower themselves and navigate our LGBTQ+ communities.”

“My co-hosts’ focus is advocacy. I want to focus on how people sustain and celebrate life.”

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Sharing stories of joy and success

“The wonderful thing about radio is that we get to celebrate every week,” Sasja said.

“We get to meet a lot of other people and listen to their stories of success. It’s about elevating that.”

Sasja has been part of the team for two years, and Madison and Suthri for just two months.

“3CR is open to all kinds of diverse voices, and I’ve just never felt so welcomed in my life,” Madison said.

“Sasha is like our radio mother, but even as a trainee, I feel so supported.

“I’ve been exposed to so many different views in the community in just a few months and I’m excited about that.”

“Being a migrant, I focus a lot on my personal growth,” Suthri said.

“I told Sasha I had an interest in radio and have a lot to say, and then she made this happen.”

“All the coordinators are so welcoming because we believe we make radio with a purpose.”

Community radio creates a space that is so much more than just a voice for the marginalised.

It’s a space to share power and passion as well. While 3CR is about amplifying marginalised voices and promoting social justice, so are these three women.

They bring themselves to the airwaves each week. They proudly share the intersectionality, joy and pure vibrance our diverse communities have to offer.

Madison, Sasja and Shurthi are on Queering the Air every Sunday, 3-4 pm on 3CR. Episodes are rebroadcast on 3MDR 97.1fm on Saturdays at 7 pm. Listen to their podcasts here.

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Sleep Secrets for Moms-To-Be

Single Moms Catching Those Precious Zs

Hey. Let’s talk about something we all desperately need but often struggle to get – sleep. Whether you’re expecting or already juggling life as a single mom, getting enough shut-eye can feel like mission impossible. But don’t worry, I’ve got your back with some tried-and-true sleep secrets that’ll help you catch those elusive Zs.

Creating a Sleep-Friendly Environment

First things first, let’s turn your bedroom into a sleep haven. Think of it as your personal retreat from the chaos of life. Aim for a cool room temperature – somewhere between 60-67°F (15.5-19.4°C) is the sweet spot. If you’re like me and live in a noisy neighborhood, earplugs or a white noise machine can be absolute lifesavers.

Now, let’s talk darkness. Remember those vampire movies where they can’t stand sunlight? Channel that energy into your bedroom. Blackout curtains or a comfy eye mask can work wonders. And while we’re at it, declutter that space! A tidy room equals a tidy mind,

Oh, and here’s a game-changer – invest in a comfy mattress and pillows. Trust me, your back will thank you, especially if you’re carrying a little one around (in your belly or on your hip).

Before bed, try to unplug from your devices. I know, I know, scrolling through social media is tempting, but that blue light can mess with your sleep big time. Instead, why not try some soothing aromatherapy? A little lavender can go a long way in helping you relax.

Consistent Sleep Habits

Okay, this next part might sound boring, but stick with me – consistency is key! Try to go to bed and wake up at the same time every day, even on weekends. I know it’s tempting to sleep in on Saturdays, but your body will thank you for sticking to a schedule.

If you need to adjust your sleep schedule, do it gradually. Shift your bedtime by 15-30 minutes every few days until you reach your target time. And create a bedtime ritual that helps you wind down. For me, it’s reading a few pages of a book (nothing too exciting, mind you – we’re aiming for sleepy, not “I need to know what happens next!”). Speaking of which, please feel free to download my eBook: Single & Expecting – Pregnancy Checklist for Solo Moms. It is a very practical guide to getting y0ur through your pregnancy via great organisation and crucial checklists.

Pregnancy Sleep Solutions

Pregnancy can turn sleep into an Olympic sport. Those hormones are no joke, and don’t even get me started on trying to find a comfortable position with a beach ball attached to your midsection.

Here’s a tip: invest in some extra pillows. Seriously, build yourself a pillow fortress. Support that belly, put one between your knees, and suddenly you’re sleeping like a queen (well, maybe a slightly uncomfortable queen, but still).

And hey, while we’re talking pregnancy, let’s chat about caffeine. I know it’s most peoples lifeline. But try to keep it to 300 milligrams a day, and stick to mornings if you can. Your future self will thank you when bedtime rolls around. The latest research shows that, if at all possible, you should quit caffein whilst you are pregnant for the both of you.

Managing Nighttime Anxiety

Alright, let’s tackle the elephant in the room – anxiety. It’s like your brain decides bedtime is the perfect moment to replay every embarrassing thing you’ve ever done or worry about everything that could possibly go wrong tomorrow.

One of my favorite coping strategies is journaling before bed. It’s like dumping all those worries onto paper so they’re not swirling around in your head. And if anxiety still keeps you up, don’t just lie there stressing. Get up, do something calming (no screens!), and only head back to bed when you’re feeling sleepy. Another good thing to do is to put together your checklist for the following day, helps get some things out of your brain and onto paper.

Oh, and here’s a bonus tip – exercise! It’s a great way to burn off that anxious energy. Just try to wrap up your workout a few hours before bedtime so you’re not too amped up when it’s time to sleep.

Sleep Relaxation Techniques

Now, let’s talk relaxation techniques. These are like your secret weapons against sleepless nights. My personal favorite is the 4-7-8 breathing technique. You breathe in for 4 seconds, hold for 7, then exhale for 8. It’s like a mini-meditation that tells your body it’s time to chill out.

Another good one is progressive muscle relaxation. Start at your toes and work your way up, tensing and then relaxing each muscle group. By the time you reach your head, you’ll feel like a noodle – in the best way possible.

The Role of Nutrition in Sleep Quality

You know how they say “you are what you eat”? Well, turns out what you eat affects how you sleep too. Foods rich in tryptophan (think milk, lean meats, eggs) can help you catch those Zs. And magnesium-rich foods like legumes and low-fat dairy? They’re like nature’s chill pills.

Here’s where meal prep comes in handy. Planning your meals ahead of time not only saves you stress during the week but also helps you make sleep-friendly food choices. Plus, you can avoid those late-night heavy meals that mess with your sleep.

And I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you might want to rethink that evening glass of wine. Alcohol might make you feel sleepy at first, but it can actually disrupt your sleep later in the night. Most experts recommend zero alcohol during pregnancy. Actually zero anything chemical!

Rest and Prep Balance

Alright let’s talk about balancing rest with baby prep. It’s tempting to spend every waking moment getting ready for your little one, but remember – rest is crucial too!

Use your energy wisely. When you’re feeling good, tackle those high-priority tasks. Maybe that’s exploring childcare options or setting up the nursery. But when fatigue hits (and trust me, it will), don’t feel guilty about taking it easy.

Building a support network is key. Whether it’s family, friends, or a mom group, having people you can rely on makes a world of difference. And don’t be afraid to ask for help – it takes a village, right?

Conclusion

So there you have it – your guide to catching those elusive Zs. Remember, it’s all about creating the right environment, sticking to a routine, and finding what works for you. Whether it’s building a pillow fort, mastering breathing techniques, or meal prepping for piece of mind and better sleep, every little bit helps.

And hey, on those nights when sleep just isn’t happening? Be kind to yourself. Motherhood is a journey, and sometimes that journey involves a lot less sleep than we’d like. But with these tips and a little patience, you’ll be on your way to sweeter dreams in no time.

So here’s to better sleep, more energy, and rocking this whole mum thing!

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Latest Episodes

Missed a couple updates, so here’s what’s been going on!

We have our penultimate Rating Ship Names episode! I keep joking that by the end of the final one, I’ll have this whole audio/video editing thing down pat. And though I’m far from eager to make more visual heavy episodes (as I am not the hugest fan when podcasts I listen to switch to that), it’s a nice card up my sleeve for future projects.

Next we had our Live Q&A! Which ended up mostly being us chatting. It was fun for everyone to meet up in person! Definitely something I’d like to do again. Eventually I’m going to edit this for the podcast feed, but for now you can watch it on youtube! Nothing visual heavy, but Moosie did make us these cute little gifs!

After that, I accidentally skipped a week! We’ll just say that the live show (combined with the trailer I’ll get to in a second) was the content for that fortnight. Even if I haven’t gotten the live show up on the podcast feed yet. Whoops! But we course corrected and released at our normal time this week, more of our blind readthrough: Moosestuck!

Last but not least, the podcast finally has a new trailer! This ended up being a hit on tiktok, so hopefully y’all enjoy it as well!

Next Up

Two weeks from now we’ll have the final Rating Ship Names episode! I really enjoyed doing the series, and didn’t mind the editing as much as I made it seem (complaining is fun!), but I’m still glad to close the chapter on this project. I have other things I want to be doing that I’ve only barely been able to start before finishing this up! Which should have encouraged me to get it done more quickly, but, well, that’s ADHD for you lol

After that, we might focus on getting through more of Moosestuck while I work on other things, both LLS and not, but I don’t want to say anything for sure as of now.

Jax Elsewhere

I’ve started streaming every Saturday at 11 am cst on Twitch! Currently playing through Dragon Age Inquisition in preparation for The Veilguard coming out this fall! Doing a Solas romance for Extra Feels. I haven’t decided if I’ll stream TV and just up the schedule or do a personal playthrough, but my aim is to keep streaming every Saturday morning, even when I’m done with Dragon Age. It’s something that I’ve been meaning to do for a while, partially as encouragement to get through my vast Steam backlog, so keep an eye on it! And let me know if there’s anything I can do to improve the stream!

Other Upkeep and News

My first Tumblr blog has remained terminated with no communication from Tumblr despite my many attempts to reach out, and in the meantime, my second blog got terminated as well. I had one that I made as a back up and hadn’t used yet, so go check out Jax Yacks Projects if you prefer to keep up to date on Tumblr! My hope is since I’m only using it for projects and other non-personal side blogs, I won’t get nuked again, but we’ll see! I haven’t updated all the links in the show notes, though — it’s on my list of projects.

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This is where else you can find me on the web! At least some of the places lol If you check out nothing else, come join the Discord! It’s still small, but there’s been a bit more regular activity, and Domi, Justin, and Moosie are all in it as well! It’s also more consistently updated than these newsletters, though I have plans in motion to try to keep this more regular.

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Poetry Corner

Prompt: “Perhaps it is genetic.” Generated here.

It's cliche The promise to never be like them Which parts we reject Which we ignore

It's ingrained We can never know their whole The parts we never saw The parts just like ours

It decays Does the promise remain unbroken? Can we stop the repetition? Is this a cycle or self-fulfillment?

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Saturday 22nd April

Hello World, Some of the updates may overlap a bit but bear with us, we are all keen to say hello and the watch systems mean that sometimes we are repeating ourselves a little. We are still making good progress however wind conditions have been variable and included light to not so light winds and all aspects of sailing including having to resort to motor at times. Latest conditions mean that we are now heading south of Horta to make the most of the winds and the last day has been excellent with constant winds and bright skies! The Tractor Beam of the Azores has proved too strong to break, an issue with the water maker finally tipping the balance and we will aim to stop in Horta to top up water for the final leg home. Not a problem though as we have water in the tanks so more of a precaution. Old-Skool salt water washing up is order of the day, More pressing is the need to replace the coffee and critically the Peanuts for Nigel! (Planters if possible). Fun fact / tip - Getting dressed on a boat is Tricky!, lurching about constantly at various angles requires a lots of skill and a large amount of luck. My top tip is to try to ensure that the underpants you are trying to put on are actually going to fit and your own !!, and not your nephew's that have some how ended up in your laundry and then been packed! (Lucas I hope that makes you giggle). Yesterday we saw more Dolphins and even a Squid ended up on the deck for a free ride. For clarity the Dolphins stayed in the water :) Galley duties were passed over to Robin for the evening meal, and I must say he delivered a fantastic result! ‘Bully-gnaise' was on the menu and a must add to anyone’s culinary repartee. Speak Soon

Mitch

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[ad_1] RevSportz team on their way to Australia (PC: Sharmistha Gooptu) I have always felt that covering Test cricket is the most challenging and, at the same time, most enjoyable assignment for a journalist who loves the sport. More so when it is the Boxing Day Test with everything to play for, there could be close to 100,000 people at the MCG, and the intensity and the drama add to the theatre, making it a spectacle unrivalled. That’s what should get the best out of a journalist. How do you report on the match? How do you stand out? How do you break the clutter? What can you be different in an already cramped space? How can you not be sensationalist like most are, and yet get viewers to consume your content? Much like it is a Test for the Indian team, it is also a test for journalists. To see how good they are. That’s what prompted me to get five more of my colleagues to join the three already in Melbourne. Document the stories that aren’t really documented. Go beyond the practice and the press conference and bring to life the more human side of sport. Give the fans their due and add to the coverage. If there are one or two people on the ground, it is natural that he or she will report on the practice or the press conference. With two teams practising for three hours each, followed by a press conference from either team, your entire day is spent doing the basics. But then, is that complete coverage? Can you really understand the pulse of the Boxing Day Test by just doing the basics? Take my colleagues Trisha Ghosal and Gargi Raut, for example. Neither has been to Australia before. And yet, both are extremely good at what they do. It was important to throw them into the deep end. Let them find their mojo and report on stories that stand out. What explains the madness for Virat Kohli in Australia? Is Jasprit Bumrah, the star for India this series, now a brand in his own right? What explains the nearly sacrosanct Boxing Day ritual of turning up to the MCG on December 26? Reporting on the presence of 100,000 people for a Test match will be an invaluable experience for them. And in turn, they will grow as journalists – something we at RevSportz have forever aimed to achieve. For the Latest Sports News: Click Here RevSportz representatives in the Border-Gavaskar Trophy in Australia (PC: Subhayan) Agnijit Sen, popular as Agni in Bengal, isn’t a sports journalist. Rather, he is an entertainer who also loves sport. How does he bring the Boxing Day Test to life? What’s his take, and how can he add to the coverage and make it stand out? In a scenario where one or two people travel, none of the above would have made the cut. And that’s where the profession loses out. We don’t let people evolve and, as a result, lose many future journalists who find other things to do in life. Just as Sam Konstas on debut can become a star, so can a journalist if he or she stands out while covering a Boxing Day Test. It is about getting an opportunity. I first covered a match in Australia in 2003-4. Since then, I have covered every Boxing Day Test featuring India except the one played during Covid. It still excites me in the very same way. The challenge is to excel and do some quality work. That’s what explains why five of us are travelling to Melbourne on Saturday night to join Subhayan Chakraborty, Debasis Sen and Rohit Juglan. Our way of doing things differently, and shaking up the coverage. Whether it works or not, time will tell. But like R Ashwin always said, the effort will not be lacking. Also Read: If Rohit gets his mind right, India can create history at the MCG The post Boxing Day as much as test for journalists as it is for players appeared first on Sports News Portal | Latest Sports Articles | Revsports. [ad_2] Source link