#brazilian royalty

[mr-cactis]

[blkwag]

pelé’s so kingie like

[ayrtonswnna]

hello there!

Can I request a Franco x reader? But where Ayrton Senna is alive in this universe and the reader is Senna? If not, then fine. It's up to you. Thanks in advance 😊😊

ʚɞ a/n: that is my moment!!!!!!!! i often imagine how would it be to have ayrton in contemporary scenarios it's unhealthy lol. i really think he'd be full of jokes and a fun guy just like he was off track. thanks for the request, it was a real nice one to write! (and if anyone has any senna request, i'll be more tham happy to take it! (i'm even willing to write stuff with senna himself))

ʚïɞ "you got me good" FC43

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✧₊⁺ franco colapinto x cecília senna (senna!female oc)

✧₊⁺ word count: 1,6k⠀⠀⠀⠀✧₊⁺, gender: crack, fluff.

✧₊⁺ summary: franco and cecília kept a secret relationship and when they decide to come clean, her father was ahead of it and he's a total menace.

✧₊⁺ warnings: alternative universe where that may 1th 1994 didn't happen and ayrton grew old like he deserved to, my hyper focus on that man shown in references, a bit of portuguese properly translated, kinda short and poorly contextualized, curse words, franco is a baby, just soft and light content for the win.

"What do you mean he doesn't know about it?"

Franco took a deep breath, massaging his own scalp as his friend and co-worker continued talking, a mix of excitement and judgment in his words.

"You are not making this any better," he mouthed.

"You are dating his daughter! You are da-ting. The man's daughter. Like... The man's daughter. The hell haven't you met her family!?"

"I am scared, okay!? If I get rejected by her family... It's not just my girlfriend's family. It's simply Senna himself! Should I what!? Drop the job? Hide in a cave?"

Alex laughed, the words and the tone easing the tension. The guy was worried to death and things might be simpler than he thought. Everyone knew Senna was a fun person.

Dating Cecília Senna felt almost like marrying into royalty. It's a good feeling, though. Bagging Cecília Senna could easily be added to one of Franco's big achievements — and he's a former F2 driver called in last minute to fill a Formula One seat — and he's doing great.

But still, it's Cecília Senna, the only child of a legend, someone he looked up to growing up, someone he saw in the paddock many times before ending up in his daughter's sheets.

"Hello, everyone!"

God, his heart might have dropped to the floor just now. The retired driver walked into the garage happily, with his daughter attached to his arm and waving familiarly.

Everyone gathered around them immediately, though Cecília's eyes instantly met Franco's. She knew he was scared and had made fun of him until she couldn't anymore, teasing him in every way she could.

"I've heard the news on the Argentinian! You guys are lucky you got away easily!"

Alright, it's time to pray. What news? That he's fucking his daughter? That they meet every week? That she wanted a Williams' box pass so badly just because of him? Or... That they hid it from everyone just to gain a bit more time?

"We got quality, mate! That's it." Vowels took his cue to fill in the blank, the people dispersing and going back to their work. "Found the kid sparring and made him a beast."

"Yeah, of course," the Brazilian laughed. "What's up, buddy! Feeling the pressure?"

Franco mentally cursed Cecília for raising her eyebrows and doubling the meaning of the question, but he managed to stand up and dry his sweaty hands on his pants.

"I try not to, honestly. Not... think about it a lot," he said, feeling he could have worded the sentence a bit better as they shook hands.

"That's the spirit! I heard a lot about you, little man. Do you know my daughter? Cecília?"

Tricky question. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tricky question.

If he had heard about it, then he knew about them. Franco could say "yes" and end up with a lecture, or say "no" and be caught in a lie.

"You guys think you are smart, huh? Fooling around, hiding from cameras..."

Oh, it's over. It's over for him. The "drop the job and hide in a cave" plan was almost running in his veins right now. Maybe he should Sebastian Vettel his way around, retire early, and move to a countryside home in Switzerland. Yes, that's a good plan.

"Pai... Para com isso." Cecília shoved her dad's side, rolling her eyes. (Dad... Stop that.)

"What? You guys thought you got away with it?"

"Pai! Ele tá ficando sem graça!" she insisted. (Dad! He's getting uncomfortable!)

Franco thought of speaking up, but the nerves were all up and maybe he should let it be.

"Yeah! He should!" Ayrton still had a serious look on his face, making Franco shiver.

"Pai, sério." (Dad, I'm serious.)

"Sir, I know it—"

"Come on, Franquinho! I'm fooling around, take that scared look off your face!" In a matter of seconds, Ayrton's grin turned into a playful smile, and his arm was hooked over Franco's shoulder, messing up his hair and leaving him even more confused. "Did I scare you? You should have seen your eyes!"

Franco laughed, still a bit dulled. That was a big one.

"You're a bastard," Cecília rolled her eyes once again, aware of the father she had.

The man was a natural jokester, full of little jokes and loved making uncomfortable scenarios in the name of fun. He was a handful.

"And you guys should have told me about this before! You lost it all, Franquinho. Angra, the travels... You need to be introduced to the family!"

He had heard about Angra; the beach house Cecília went to every now and then, how much she and her father loved the place. He even saw an old interview where Ayrton said that his retirement plans included being "Angra's nature inspector."

"Yeah- Yeah, sim." Franco risked some Portuguese, patting Ayrton on the back before they both stepped apart. "Sorry for... for taking too long to meet you, I was- Damn, you got me good."

"I could see!" Senna didn't waste a single laugh. "Don't worry, little boy. You're a good investment. And Cecília is pretty happy, so... you got my support."

"I'm even happier to hear it." Franco chuckled. "Thank you, very much. Your daughter also makes me really happy."

"Of course! Her bad jokes make everyone laugh." Ayrton kept the teasing going. "Now you better show me some racing! I've been in your place and to keep the daughter you need to be as good as dad!"

"You should have seen your face, baby!"

Franco glanced at his girlfriend as he turned his head, their first alone time since the morning's humiliation session.

"I don't wanna talk about it," he mouthed, shirt off and focus switching. "That was traumatizing."

"I told you he's a clown." Her shoulders went up a bit. "But he wasn't lying at the end! He likes you!"

"I got that part. Now I know where you got that dark humor from." The blue-eyed boy stood in the middle of his room, hands on his waist as he let his girlfriend use her eyes.

"What can I say? I am my father's daughter." She smiled mischievously. "He wants you to spend some time, though. Before Vegas, maybe?"

"I could've Max Verstappen my way around and have stayed for the week... But we waited until your dad could scare me to death in the middle of the box so... Yeah, it can be next week." He started simple, voice steady.

But then Cecília approached and her hands liked to touch. All over his torso while she traced a good way for his hair.

"You ain't seen nothing yet." The smile was still on her face, lips coming closer and closer to his. "But I am really happy, you know? Now we can just be and enjoy some time... I can take you to Angra, and I don't need to hide in your driver's room. I was done with pretending I was investing in Williams just so I had a reason to watch the races here."

"Told you about it... You could afford my seat."

Another joke. Ever since he got into F1 as an emergency call, she did say she only had to call her dad and his 2025 seat would be secured.

"You're gonna get it because you deserve it, I am not affording that." She flashed her eyelashes, rimming a single syllable as his hands also started to travel.

Inside her expensive shirt, up and down her back in good pressure before they found room at her waist.

"You know what else I deserve?"

"You freak! Go shower and I'll be waiting for you outside. My dad is around!"

It took them no time. Within weeks, Ayrton and Franco became partners in crime, and suddenly, Cecília was having a taste of her own medicine.

"Turn it off! Now!" Ayrton whispered in a screaming tone, the last signal Franco needed before turning off the power for the whole house.

Cecília had just come back from the beach and Franco finally knew the Angra house. It was dark, and the prank was not very well planned.

"Porra." (Shit.) they heard the Brazilian swearing. "Que inferno, de novo? PAAAAI?" (What the hell, again? DAAAAD?)

He knew some words in Portuguese and it only made it funnier. Him and his father-in-law were hiding in the small laundry room as Cecília searched for them.

"Ready, kid?"

"No, but I'll do it anyways."

"Good kid. You're a great one." The old man, as a new custom, messed with the Argentinian's hair, before opening the door and waiting for him to leave.

"Eu juro, se vocês estiverem armando pra cima de mim eu— Ah— FRANCO! NO!" (I swear, if you guys are planning something against me I—)

He's fast even with his limited knowledge about the furniture in the house, walking in the dark before he could lift her and throw her over his shoulder.

It's the fourth time she's thrown in the pool and she just knows it's her father opening the glass door for the exterior area before she's sinking in cold water.

"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALL!" Cecília screamed. "I JUST WASHED MY HAIR! OH MY GOD! PUTTING YOU TWO TOGETHER WAS THE WORST THING I EVER DID!"

"Não reclama, princesinha..." (Don't you complain, little princess...) her father played, now standing besides her boyfriend. "Bate aqui, you passed the test. Welcome to the family." (High five,)

"I hate you guys. Eu odeio vocês, los odio. Whatever. Don't ever talk to me again." Cecília stomped her way out of the pool, walking straight past them.

"Don't get mad, baby... It's just a joke!"

"Well, boy... It's your girlfriend. Go ease her nerves. You're called Colapinto for a reason."

ʚïɞ ayrtonswnna, 2024. check my masterlist or drop a request (: reblogs and feedback are always welcome (:

[shera-dnd]

I have decided against my better judgement to be weird about the Dawntrail MSQ

and we can't talk about an expansion set in the fantasy americas without talking about

COLONIALISM

oh yeah, we're going there baby

So disclaimer that I may be brazilian, but my ass is white as hell, so take everything I say with a grain of salt. Also if any native americans have made posts on this please let me know so I can boost their analysis as well

Also also I'm more than happy to delete this post if I mess up. I'm genuinely trying to make a thoughtful analysis, so if I fuck up just say the word and this thing is gone from this website

Oh also also also, Dawntrail MSQ spoilers ahead!

So FFXIV has had a... messy relationship with colonialism over the years

The fact that the major antagonists for the first half of A Realm Reborn a literally called "beast man tribes" is absolutely not a good start to this story

Add to that the fact that The Twelve (Eorzea's gods) are shown to be kind all powerful deities, while the Primals (the tribal gods) are evil spirits summoned to bring destruction to the world

and yeah no ARR is not good with that shit. It's EXTREMELY not good. If I hadn't been told it got better later on I would have dropped this shit before I got to Titan

But they have been taking steps to unfuck things. First we're shown that even the "civilized societies" (in this case the catholic elves) can summon Primals, then that Primal summoning isn't an actual native custom but was introduced by foreigners with malicious intent, and that not all "beast man" practice that

Then they changed the names of the "Beast Man Tribe Quests" to "Tribal Quests" and then finally to "Allied Society Quest"

Which would have been an empty gesture had like half of the post-Shadowbringer patches, as well a lot of Endwalker, not been about forming alliances with those people and working together with them, recognizing that they have as much right to the land and to life as any Eorzean, this all culminating on the Primals being summoned with the express purpose of helping you protect the world you all share

I guess they realized that they couldn't have their big bad for most of the game be the evil expansionist empire, if they didn't like actually reflect in their own imperialist fantasies they were propagating

Then the teaser trailer for Dawntrail drops and everyone in the fandom is like "wait... are we gonna do a colonialism?"

And memes were abound of how all those lessons from before don't apply to the "New World" of Tural

THANKFULLY the actual questline leading to Dawntrail helped to settle some of those worries

We're not going to Tural to explore a new uncharted land, but are actually being invited over by the local royalty in order to aid them with their right of succession. We get introduced to the nation of Tuliyollal and how it's a thriving land with its own culture and not just a "terra nil" waiting to be colonized

Still there are some worries that this is gonna turn out poorly and that we're just gonna end up being white saviors

But I think they managed to avoid that pretty well

For starters neither the Scions nor the Warrior of Light are the protagonists of this story. You're all simply supporting character's in Wuk Lamat's story

A story that centers her people, her culture, and her family

And it's not even one culture. They don't portray Tuliyollal as this monolithic mish mash of every single native american culture

No, the lands of Tural are in fact comprised of multiple different people's and nations, each of them with their own customs and traditions which are informed by their history and the lands they live in

In fact learning about their cultures and partaking in their customs is the whole point of the Rite of Succession. It's all set up so that the next Dawnservant would be someone who understands and respects each of the peoples that comprise Tural

(I could, and probably will, write about what Dawntrail has to say about what makes a good ruler)

And our girl, Wuk Lamat, is shown to be the rightful heir because she really goes out of her way to understand each of the nations and show her appreciation for their customs

Putting her well above her Sharlyaboo brother Koana, The King of Unresolved Daddy Issues Zoral Ja, and whatever the fuck is going on with Bakool Ja Ja

(I joke, I love my two headed traumatized dumbass)

Tho I will admit that this does end up giving the tribes a somewhat "planet of the hats" vibe. Like their named NPCs are diverse and interesting, but you can just assume that most random NPCs of any given people are gonna act according to the stereotype

Which is unfortunate, but I have hopes that with the next few patches and the addition of Dawntrail's own Allied Society Quests, we'll get to see more to them

But that... is only up to lvl95 and the end of the Yok'Tural (southern Tural) segment

because then we get to Xak'Tural (northern Tural) and holy shit does it feel like they drop the ball there

Like they really COULDN'T keep themselves from making Shaaloani a fucking Wild West map

Instead of doing anything with the actual cultures and histories of Native North American people, they just do wild fucking west

Because there's ceruleum in them thar hills! And apparently Koana turned most of the region into Sharlyaboos too

So we get a bunch of Wild West frontier towns mixed with native american tribes and mud brick cities. We have trains and guns and a sheriff and a duel at high noon, but now everyone got native american names

At least there's one group off to the northern side of the map who seems to stick to tradition and live in harmony with nature, and that group is shown respect by the other people of the region

so we at the very least avoid the "cowboys vs indians" crap, but my god does that region just feel bad compared to everything else they had done so far

Then we get to the big twist: THE CYBERPUNK PORTION OF THE GAME

because yes, we go full fucking cyberpunk

so turns out that a whole segment of Xak'Tural got colonized by the kingdom of Alexandria, including the lands of the Shetona (Erenville's people)

And I feel like this is the most poignant section of the MSQ when it comes to colonialism

Because here we have Alexandria, an empire that has reached the limit of what it can do sustain itself on its own world, and so has decided to spread out and colonize others in order to gain resources

We see the Shetona and other natives of the region being separated from their families and kept in isolation from the rest of their people

And tho Queen Sphene is shown to be a kind and caring ruler who gives people a choice when it comes to joining the empire, WELL SHE'S STILL THE QUEEN OF A FUCKING EMPIRE

Like her form of kindness and just stagnant peace is put in stark contrast with Wuk Lamat's own love for her people and more proactive pursuit of happiness and harmony

(again with the "what makes a ruler theme")

Also the people that choose to be assimilated into the Alexandrian Empire? Yeah, they're doing so because Alexandria has advanced medical technology and you can only receive their aid if you're a citizen

Not only that, but you have to be a working citizen. We see later on a character being denied medical aid, because he lost his job, thanks to the King's decision and at no fault of his own

yeah this is cyberpunk, not just sci-fi

ALSO can we talk about how the technology used for that medical aid and the little gizmo they give you to signify you're now a citizen, will literally erase the memory of the people you lost

So the Turali who are assimilated into Alexandrian culture not only lose ties to their culture and their loved ones, but are not allowed to grieve their loss, because what they once had is slowly being erased

How their choices add up to survive on their own OR be assimilated

How this all takes place IN NORTH FUCKING AMERICA!

THE CYBERPUNK CITY IS LITERALLY SET IN THIS WORLD'S EQUIVALENT TO THE UNITED STATES

So yeah, I don't think is is accidental. I genuinely thing that they're making a point about the realities of imperialism and colonialism, as well as taking some shots at the US while they're at it

Of course this part is still centered around Wuk Lamat, and instead of having a moment of "the only ones who can stop the evil white europeans are the GOOD white europeans", we have Wuk Lamat be the one to save the day, defeat Sphene, and save her people from the colonizing empire

So I would like to argue that everything that happens from lvl97 onwards is them picking up the ball again and making a real point

buuuut that comes at the cost of us being unable to engage with the native peoples of Xak'Tural outside of the context of colonialism

Which genuinely fucking sucks, and I hope it will be remedied with the post-Dawntrail patches

As well as handling the whole shared land situation they ended up with and how this might end up in a Land Back sort of movement, and oh boy can they mess shit up royally there

So in conclusion FFXIV has had a messy relationship with colonialism and imperialist fantasies and tropes, but the devs seem to be making a concerted effort to undo their mistakes and show respect in their depictions of american natives

They still fuck up

boy do they

but they're at least trying, and I'd say Dawntrail so far has been quite well executed

so yeah, look forward to more insane rambles like this one I guess

[royalarchivist]

Phil: Big fan of Brazilian barbecue, even before I went to Brazil, which– honestly, thinking about it is so crazy to me still, to this day that me and Kristin went to Brazil. Like, it was on our list to eventually go there at some point, maybe, but the fact that we just fcking did it– I think we booked our plane and hotel like, maybe a couple of weeks before we went. It was such a fcking like... spur of the moment thing.

Phil: Like, I forget who messaged us, I can't remember it was like, Quackity or Cellbit, I think it might have been Cellbit. And we were just like in– we weren't even home. We were in a hotel room. [Laughs] We were- we were in a hotel room! [He gets distracted for a moment as the sky changes] Oh, it's just regular rain. And we booked everything on my phone in the hotel room. That's how like, convincing it was. We were like, "Oh my god, oh my god, ok maybe- maybe-" and like, I remember looking at Kristin, we were just like, "Do– are we going to Brazil? Are we fcking going? Ok? Alright??? Sht, here I go!" [Laughs and mimes typing on his phone] "Oh, I'm gonna get a call from my bank that's- that's money coming out all of a sudden and I'm not home! [Laughs] That's a lot of money!" [Laughs] Hotel, like, planes– Jesus Christ.

Phil: But yeah, it was incredible. I'll- I'll always remember that, like trip, it was fcking nuts. Cellbit like, treat us like fcking royalty, it was ridiculous, he had like so much stuff planned and like, there was transport, and like– dude. He made us feel like, so welcome. It was so cool.

—

Phil reminisces about the Brazil trip! 🇧🇷💛

[lizzibennet]

i will never get over how brazilian pjo fans are so unbelievably pa$$sionate about it rick and disney had no choice but to admit it. we really went from the butt of the joke to royalty in fandom lmaoooo everyone say obrigada percyanos

[virgovirgo]

he say that i’m good enough grabbin my drdrdr thinkin bout shit that i shouldn’t’ve

[allthebrazilianpolitics]

Brazil court orders Adele song to be removed from streaming over plagiarism claim

Adele is the subject of a plagiarism case, alleged to have “lifted” works from a Brazilian composer’s 1995 work. A court in Brazil is demanding that the song in question is removed from streaming services.

A 2015 song by Grammy Award-winning British singer Adele could be pulled from streaming services globally.  

Judge Vitctor Torres has ordered the Brazilian subsidiaries of Sony and Universal to halt “immediately and globally, from using, reproducing, editing, distributing or commercialising the song 'Million Years Ago', by any modality, means, physical or digital support, streaming or sharing platform,” as per AFP.  

The song was released on Adele’s album ‘25’ and has been involved in a continuing plagiarism case brought forward by Brazilian composer Toninho Geraes, who alleges that 'Million Years Ago' plagiarised the music of his 1995 samba song, 'Mulheres (Women)' - which Brazilian singer Martinho da Vila recorded on the album 'Tá Delícia, Tá Gostoso'.  

Geraes is suing for lost royalties, is seeking $160,000 in moral damages, and wants a songwriting credit on Adele’s song. 

Continue reading.

[butterflyintochains]

Legacies And Love Stories

Summary: Adriana Fangio is 23 years old, and is the youngest grandchild of the five time world champion, El Maestro, Juan-Manuel Fangio. She's been slowly working her way up through karting and single seaters her whole life, winning glory at home in Argentina since she was a kid. All in the hopes of getting that precious seat in her beloved abuelo's sport. So, when Formula 1 announce their eleventh team, everything changes for her.

In more ways than just one.

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London, February 2025

God, this city is huge, bigger than Buenos Aires for sure. The flight from the sun-kissed summer of home to the rainy winter of London for the unveiling and team announcement was agonizingly long. But, she's had a couple of days to sleep it off. It was her 23rd birthday a couple of weeks ago. Now, today is the day where she finally gets to make her abuelo proud of her. She's ready to go at last, and slides abuelo's signet ring onto her index finger. The contract was nice, four years at 20 million. She'll be the first woman to have a permanent seat in Formula 1, she's sure her grandfather is smiling down on her today. She'll even be racing for his team and engine supplier. Alfa Romeo and Maserati. Finally, Adriana gets in her car to the O2 Arena. She'll meet her teammate there, it seems. ''Nice ring, miss, where did you get it?'' Her driver asks.

Adriana smiles, and says. ''It was my grandfather's.'' She never leaves home without it, it's the one thing she wanted most when she started driving. To have him with her. The drive goes by in silence, and she's dropped off behind the arena. The event manager comes to greet her. ''Welcome to the grid, Miss Fangio, it's been hard keeping this under wraps.'' The contract has been a secret from the media, and from most of the other teams, mostly to keep the heat off of her. She signed over Christmas.

Adriana shakes his hand, trying not to be nervous, and probably failing miserably. ''I can imagine.'' He leads her inside, and into the drivers' area backstage. All twenty-two drivers are here today, and all eleven cars will be unveiled. They'll be unveiled in reverse order to last year's constructors, with Alfa Romeo going last as the newest team. She looks for the other driver in an Alfa Romeo jacket. ''Adri?'' A Brazilian accent says.

Adriana is relieved to find him at last. ''Feli! Finally.'' They raced against each other in karts as kids, and have been friends ever since. ''Finally got a seat, about time.'' Adriana says to Felipe.

Felipe hands her some water. ''And, so did you! Abuelo must be so proud!''

Lance Stroll asks, still somehow wearing that green jacket. ''Who are you? And, how are you here?'' Some of the other drivers look to her, clearly thinking the same thing. ''My name is Adriana Fangio, and I'm here to drive for Alfa Romeo.''

The event starts, and the teams slowly whittle down as the driver lineups and cars are revealed. Then, finally, the newest team is revealed. Giancarlo Fisichella will be in charge of them, he announces the drivers. Felipe Drugovich - finally being given a proper seat in the sport. And, Adriana Fangio - racing royalty driving for her abuelo's team. David Coulthard says to Adriana. ''Adriana, you are making history, how excited are you to get going in Melbourne?''

Adriana says, turning her grandfather's ring on her finger. ''Very excited, looking forward to giving these boys a bit of a challenge. Can't wait to get in this car soon.''

Felipe adds, done with his questions tonight. ''I can't wait to get to Imola and see the factory.''

The event ends, and everyone goes backstage to hang out. Felipe and Adriana are taken aside to be given their new paddock passes, and to be asked about their driver numbers. ''I've had 34 for ages, so I'm keeping it.'' The woman types that into her tablet, and says after a second or so. ''Great, Miss Fangio, what about you?''

Adriana says, thinking of her abuelo's race wins. ''24 - for the races my abuelo won.'' Zhou isn't using it, so it's free now. The woman types that up, and says. ''That's great.'' Then, they're released back to the rest of the grid. Adriana finally relaxes, George adds her to the group chat as well. Finally, she's made it here.

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Bahrain - Preseason Testing

This is actually happening, and it's happening to her. She can tell that some of the guys are giving her weird looks as they leave the hotel for testing day. But, she has Felipe next to her, and abuelo looking over her. It is funny, in a weird way, women can't drive on the street here, and she's testing her F1 car today. They arrive in the paddock, and are led to their base. All in maroons, black, and white. Fisichella greets them both happy this afternoon. As does Felipe's engineer, Eduardo. And, Adriana's engineer, Pietro. Their head of race strategy, Francesca, sits them down in the briefing room. They get the lowdown on what's expected of them today, and go to their driver's rooms. Adriana changes into her racing gear, and goes through some exercises with the physio team. She and Felipe get into their garages, surrounded by their teams. ''Okay, Adriana, we're going for ten laps and one pitstop double stack. Then, if you two are comfortable, we can do another run.''

Adriana nods, and puts her earplugs in, then slips her balaclava on before her helmet. ''Sounds good to me, Pietro.'' She pulls her gloves on, and gets in the car. Her heart racing already. Felipe takes to the track first, and Adriana follows him. The car feels great, turns like a dream, and is just perfect so far. She gets in four good laps. ''How is it feeling, Adriana?'' Pietro asks.

Adriana says, turning down into the main straight. ''Feels great, perfectly balanced on the corners, tires are holding up well. How's Felipe doing?''

Pietro says. ''He's reporting the same as you, actually.'' They're joined by the Sauber and Williams cars towards the end of their stint. They finish their stint, and return to the garage. ''Good job, Adriana, welcome to the grid.'' Fisichella says over her radio. Smiling in her helmet, she says. ''Thank you, Fisi.''

After another briefing, they go in search of lunch, finding some of the others sitting around a table. ''Saw some of your laps, those cars are so good already.'' George says.

Felipe grins, swigging from his water flask. ''Gonna be an interesting season, don't you think so, Adri?'' Adriana gets back with her burrito salad, and says. ''Yeah, I'm already in love with the car. I tried the Academy cars last year, they're so slow compared to this.''

Max says, finishing his lunch. ''Gonna be fun seeing what you're both capable of, about time there was an eleventh team. Glad you two got the new seats.'' That means the world, the high praise from the four-time world champion. Adriana and Felipe are called for some photos and interviews. Then, it's back to the hotel for tomorrow.

After testing finishes, the now twenty-two drivers are taken for this year's group photo. Upon seeing it, a wave of pride hits Adriana, she's enshrined in history forever now. And, even better, Felipe finally has a permanent seat of his own! They get to do this together.

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Australia - First Race

Her heart is in her mouth right now, her first qualifying run of her career. She's in the car, reading her data sheets again, for what must be the hundredth time today. Then, on go the gloves and steering wheel. Felipe is sent out first, and she follows him right after. Time to rock the world together as they said they would all those years ago. Five drivers will be knocked out in the new Q1 system. Felipe gets an amazing overtake on Nico Hulkenberg going into Sector two, and Adriana speeds past both Yuki Tsunoda and Esteban Ocon on their third lap. Pietro comes over her radio. ''Well done, Adriana, that's you and Felipe into Q2. Three tenths down on the Alpines.''

Adriana says, relieved to be in this with Felipe. ''That's great, very pleased with that.''

Next, comes their first Q2 as a team, they get out onto the track for their laps. This time, Adriana is ahead of Felipe, and hunting down some pace against Jack Doohan. ''You are two tenths down on Stroll, Felipe is one tenth down on you, keep going.'' Adriana gets the overtake, and makes it stick. She sees the green in her mirror replaced by maroon as they come down the straight. ''That's Q3 for you both, we are a tenth down on Alonso.'' Pietro says.

At the end of Q3, Felipe will be starting eighth, and Adriana is starting tenth. After qualifying, they go for media. ''Adriana, first race weekend, and to put your car on P10, how does that feel?'' Someone asks her.

Adriana swallows some water, and says. ''It's amazing, everything I've ever wanted, and for Felipe to start eighth is such a boost for us. Excited for tomorrow to see what we can do in the real race.'' Felipe joins her in the media pen, and someone asks them both. ''You two are of such different backgrounds, how will that impact this pairing?''

Felipe just says to the journalist. ''It won't, we've been friends for years. This Alfa Romeo lineup is going to be strong.'' Adriana laughs, and smiles up at Felipe. Something happening in her stomach that hasn't happened since their junior days. Something she hoped she'd gotten over by now.

The race begins the following afternoon, and both Alfa Romeo drivers are excited for it, starting near the front, ready to rock the world together. Adriana can see Felipe from her starting place, and focuses on the lights. She gets a good start, and sticks by both Alonso and Felipe for the opening stint of the race, Oliver Bearman in her mirrors for six laps until she finally makes the pass on Alonso when he goes to pit. On lap 27, she comes in to get rid of her hards in favour of mediums, coming out in 15th. ''The gap to Albon is three seconds, keep your head down.'' Pietro says.

Adriana finally gets her DRS open, and jumps on the throttle to pass Albon for 14th. ''Good overtake, Adriana, next car up is Colapinto in the RB. Gap is six tenths.''

After another tire change on lap 38, Adriana comes out in 13th, just outside the points. ''Where's Felipe?''

Pietro says. ''In ninth, keep on going, final stint.'' The laps tick down to 58, and Adriana comes home in 12th, one place shy of her first points. But, she's here! ''That's p12, Adriana, well done, and welcome to F1.'' Giancarlo comes over her radio. ''And, P9 for Felipe.'' Adriana chuckles while she does her cool-down lap. ''First points on debut for the team, that was such a good race.''

After the race and media, she meets up with Felipe. ''Congrats on the points, Feli!'' She hugs him.

Felipe smiles, looking slightly surprised with himself. ''Thank you, Adri, here we are, I suppose?''

Adriana nods, their arrival into the sport finally hitting her, they've arrived now, and there's no going back. ''Here we are.'' Who would've thought?

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China - First Points

Ten laps to go, she's in eighth place right now, Felipe is apparently down in eleventh. she's the best of the rest, with Carlos Sainz in his Williams breathing down her neck. She swallows some of her energy drink, and keeps her focus on the road ahead of herself. Abuelo looking down on her, guiding her hands as she steers. This is perhaps the most stressed she's ever been, especially after coming fourteenth in the sprint yesterday. But, she's got ten laps to get this done, and a race winner in her mirrors. Pietro comes through her radio, telling her. ''Gap to Sainz is four tenths right now, Adriana, you'll get DRS next lap down the main straight, keep forward, alright?''

Adriana says, voice tight from the anxiety of it. ''Yeah, what's my gap to Antonelli?''

Pietro says, after a second to check the screens. ''Nine tenths, but we're not concerned with him.''

Adriana gets to ticking this lap down, with nine laps to go, she gets her wing open, and opens the gap to Sainz for some much needed breathing room. The blue in her rear view turns to green quickly. ''Who is that, Pietro?''

Pietro informs her. ''That is Alonso, the gap is seven tenths, no need to worry.'' Alonso? One of her childhood heroes? She's about to outscore Fernando Alonso? Who just so happens to be driving a Newey car? Her lucky day. Eight laps left, then seven, then six. ''Six laps left, Adriana, keep it in the lines, and we'll be home safe soon.'' Pietro says.

She keeps focused on the track, no panic in her body at all for the first time since her overtakes on Gasly and Bearman ten laps ago. She's still got that Mercedes up in front of herself, but she's been advised not to do anything rash, so she'll leave it alone. Four laps, three laps, two laps. Then, somehow, she's on her last lap. ''Final lap, Adriana, keep pushing.'' Pietro says as she goes into the switchback. Then, she's halfway through her lap, now with Lawson's Red Bull in her mirrors. Where did he come from? No matter, four points sit in her sights. She rounds the final corner, and takes the flag. ''That's P8, Adriana! Four points in your second race! Felipe in tenth!'' Fisichella says.

Adriana is speechless, six points for the team! ''Vamos!! Vamos, Alfa Romeo! That was for abuelo! Two points finishes for Felipe too, tell him I'm happy for him!''

Fisichella laughs, and says. ''Will do, Adriana.''

In parc ferme, Adriana gets out of her car, and gets her hans and helmet off, balaclava with it, before running to Felipe in tears. He holds her, and says. ''I'm so proud of you.'' She's shaking, he just holds her. They go to the team, arm in arm. Sure, it's not a win, or a podium, but baby steps. Just as they walk back to the garage, the clouds clear for the sun. Adriana stops in her tracks to watch the clouds clear. ''Adri?'' Felipe asks her.

Adriana smiles. ''He's proud of us both, Feli.'' They get back to their drivers rooms, some mate already brewed for Adriana to take into media. She gets into the media pen with her gourd of mate, and is met by Franco and Gabriel first. ''That was amazing, Adri.'' Franco says.

Adriana smiles, her face hurting already, and says. ''Thank you, Franquito.''

Gabriel hugs her with one arm, and says. ''Enjoy this one, Adri, you've earned it.''

Adriana says, promising her friend and fellow rookie. ''So will you, Gabi.'' She's called for a quick interview with Sky, basking in this first point finish. Jenson says to her. ''Adriana, that was incredible, first points for you. You must be so happy.''

Adriana sips her mate, and says. ''I am, still shaking from it actually, and having both of us get points is even more special. Felipe and I want to do this together, and share in each other's happiness.''

After media is over, Adriana retreats to her drivers room, and gets some physio before going for a shower and eating something in the Alfa Romeo motor-home. Felipe joins her, they share a smile together, and link pinkies as they did when they were kids. Excited for Japan already.

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Japan - The Alfa Romeo Tango

Lap 40 in Suzuka is going well for them both, this purple patch Alfa Romeo are in has lasted into the first three races. They're in the middle pack of the points contenders. Staring at the rear ends of both Alpine drivers. After a beautiful double stack for mediums, Adriana and Felipe are side by side, with both Haas drivers in their rear view. Doohan dives down the pitlane, and both Alfa Romeos get themselves either side of Gasly. Eduardo comes over Felipe's radio, sounding nervous about this manoeuver. ''Felipe, what are you two up to now?''

Felipe just chuckles, and says. ''Something we discussed after practice, that's all.'' The commentators must be going insane at there being three cars across the track, but, there won't be in a moment. They'll get their rear wings open soon, and take ninth and tenth. ''Get Pietro to tell Adri to overtake first.'' Felipe says.

Eduardo sighs, but obliges him. ''On it.'' And, in a moment, Adriana nails the overtake. Felipe coming out of the chain just after her, and overtaking her a slight. ''Car ahead is Stroll.'' Eduardo says. Felipe just chuckles, and begins to crawl up behind Lance. Adriana is right beside Gasly again in his mirrors. Felipe nails the second overtake, with Adriana slowing Gasly down, and jumps on the defensive to help her immediately after. He can't believe this actually worked. They'd been working on this on their bikes during track walk. ''Car ahead is Lawson, gap is one second.''

The race ends with Felipe in ninth, and Adriana in tenth. More points for the team, and they're in the top half of the individual standings too! They laugh together in the garage after post race stuff, Felipe watches Adriana slip her abuelo's ring back onto her middle finger. She's so beautiful. Her eyes sparkle when she looks at him. ''Are you alright, Feli?'' She asks.

Felipe swallows some water, and says. ''Yeah, just... got lost.''

After the race, the grid go out for some dinner at a place Yuki loves. Adriana watches on as Felipe chats with Max and Gabriel. She smiles to herself, there's no one she'd rather race with, she adores him so much, and always has. It's terrifying, with her name and all. He'd never hear the end of it with her. ''Adriana, are you alright?'' Carlos asks.

Truth be told, she's been feeling like this since their junior days. ''Yeah... yeah, Chili, I'm fine.''

Once back at the hotel, Adriana sits on her bed, bags ready to go for their flight out. She looks at her ring, and takes a deep breath in, and exhales. It's odd, nobody alive today in the sport saw her abuelo race, or raced with him. She's shouldering his legacy all on her own, with no one to turn to for information. But, this is her career first, and her first season of many, she races for both of them now.

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Miami - First Encounters

Media day in Miami, a sort of home race by proxy for both Adriana and Franco. It is beautiful today, not a single cloud in the sky, and warm as well. Shame they're going to be inside for most of the day, except for the special helmet reveals for both Alfa Romeo drivers. Adriana thanks her driver, and gets into the paddock, met by her escort - Maya. Who tells her the itinerary for the day. A press conference with Alex, Ollie, George, and Pierre at eleven. A joint interview for both of them with Nico Rosberg at one. And, capping off the day, the helmet reveal at three. She's well used to this by now, six races into her career. And, at least it won't be the political nightmare it was in Bahrain and Jeddah. Adriana goes to put her things in her driver's room. She walks past hospitality on her way to the press room with Maya. Seeing several very pretty - if similar looking - ladies congregated around a table. Wearing thousands of dollars of jewels and clothing. ''Maya, who are they?''

Maya says. ''Oh, they're the girlfriends of your colleagues, they all look the same to me too, Adriana.''

They all also look like the kind of girl Felipe would rather go for, not her with her calloused hands and driver's neck. She doesn't voice those thoughts to Maya, but she does carry them into press. She's sure she must be zoned out for the whole conference, but she does her best to answer all questions she gets. Once that's done with, she grabs some lunch with the team and Felipe. ''Wanna go meet the ladies, Adri?'' Felipe asks her.

Adriana shakes her head. ''Not today, maybe tomorrow.'' What could she possibly have in common with them? What would they talk about? She's spent her life on track, or wanting to be on track. They haven't. She'll be racing this weekend, they're just here to sit in garages.

After their interview with ESPN, they have some downtime before the social media team come to unveil their new helmets. So, Adriana retreats into her room with her book and some mate. Francesca is no doubt cooking up strategies for the sprint and race with Eduardo and Pietro. Felipe is probably with the rest of the drivers. What she wouldn't give to get into her car right now, that always stills her mind.

The helmet reveals come quickly. Felipe's being a Brazilian carnival theme, and Adriana's being an homage to the Argentine community in the city. Felipe's includes the seal of Brazil on the top, Adriana's has the Sol de Mayo. ''Thank you so much, guys.'' Anna, the social media admin for the team, says.

Felipe smiles, and says. ''You're welcome, Anna.'' Adriana puts her helmet back in its bag, and says. ''You're very welcome, is that us done for the day, then?''

Anna nods, and says. ''Yeah, that's all you had to do today.''

Thankful to be done with media, Adriana goes for a walk of the track by herself. It's weird, and stupid, but seeing the girlfriends of the other drivers just threw her back into her school days. Seeing the same types of girls who would tease her endlessly for not being like them enough. Not having anyone to sit with at lunch because of being the 'weird karting girl'. ''Adri, are you okay?'' Felipe asks her, he must have followed her out here. ''It's stupid, Feli.'' She's 23, an F1 driver, a Fangio, and she's worked up over this? Of all things?

Felipe says, furrowing his brows. ''No, it's not, what is it?'' Adriana sighs, leaning against a tire barrier. ''It's just... seeing the boys' girlfriends brought up a lot of stuff in my head, that's all.''

Felipe mirrors her, and asks further. ''What kind of stuff, Adri?'' Adriana sniffles, trying so hard to fight back the tears and pain of those memories. ''All of them look like the girls who bullied me in school, called me weird for this life I've chosen. They'd leave me out of everything, tell boys not to talk to me.'' She adds, after catching her breath. ''And, like, they're all models. But, here I am in my team polo and leggings.''

Felipe bluntly says, placing a hand on her arm. ''And, you look even more beautiful for it, Adri. No one cares about them, the entire world is looking at you right now.'' He says taking her hand in his, her breath hitching. ''No one will ever treat you like that again, not as long as I'm here, I promise.'' Adriana is struck by that, her best friend's vow to protect her, his assurances to her. And, what's even better? He means it, all of it. She embraces him, and dries her eyes. ''We do this together, Feli.''

Felipe nods, and tucks some hair back behind her ear, her ponytail must be coming loose. ''Always, Adri.'' Suddenly, they draw in for a kiss, perhaps the beautiful day and private moment catches up to them? Adriana only feels her heart racing, and Felipe's gentle hands on her back. But, they reel themselves in just before the two Red Bulls - Max and Liam - round the corner. ''You two good?'' Max asks.

Felipe nods. ''Yeah, we're just fine, heading back to the garage.'' They walk back together, hand in hand.

The weekend goes down a storm for Alfa Romeo. Points in both the sprint and main race. They've only missed the points twice now. Avenging the losses of Bahrain and Jeddah. After media, Adriana gets back to her driver's room, showers, and changes. They almost kissed on thursday, and would have if Max and Liam hadn't interrupted them. She helps her team pack the room up for teardown, and goes to find Franco. ''Franquito, can I talk to you in private a second, please?''

Franco says, happily as always. ''Yeah, sure.'' They find somewhere out of the way to talk, and she tells him about the almost-kiss. ''You and Felipe... almost kissed?'' He asks, jaw on the ground. Adriana nods. ''Yeah, please, don't tell anyone, okay?'' Franco promises her he won't. Which is good. Somewhere in the back of her mind is anger at the Red Bulls for denying her that kiss.

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Imola - Home Race

Alfa Romeo are home at long last, the Emilia Romagna Grand Prix is their team's home race. Adriana had to take a train into Milan to close a lease on an apartment there as soon as they landed, but the deal is done now. She's got both her apartment in Buenos Aires and Milan now. Neither she or Felipe have talked about the almost-kiss in Miami. They're treating it as though it was just a momentary impulse. Deep down, though, Adriana wanted that kiss. She's wanted that kiss since they met back in junior. But, she's content to just leave it alone for now. Today, before anything begins for them, they go to place a flag and some flowers at the memorial for Ayrton Senna. His memorial near the track where he died thirty one years ago. Felipe has the flag, and Adriana has the flowers. Felipe lets go of her hand to drape the flag around the statue's shoulders. Adriana places the flowers next to the statue. There's never a day that goes by where Adriana isn't carrying her abuelo's legacy, but today Felipe looks burdened instead. This is his legacy to carry everyday. ''It's strange, coming back here as an actual driver rather than a reserve, I feel him so much more now.'' Felipe says, slinging his arm around her shoulders.

Adriana wraps her arms around his waist, and says. ''He was incredible, set such a standard for all of us. I think he'd be proud to see you and Gabi on the grid.''

Felipe nods, and rests his head against hers, only three inches of height separate them. ''I hope so, all of Brazil is looking at us the same way they looked at him.'' He says. ''It feels like so much is on the four of us sometimes. Gabi and I with Senna and Brazil, you with your avô, and you and Franco with Argentina.''

Adriana takes some deep breaths, and says to her best friend. ''At least we've got each other, don't we?'' Felipe nods, and leads them back to the car.

The crowd ahead of the race on Sunday is a sea of maroon, black, and white. With plenty of Brazilian and Argentinian flags flying. Ferrari might have Monza and the Tifosi, but this is something special too. Felipe is due to start from sixth after a penalty from one of the Mercedes drivers, Adriana is starting from ninth. Francesca has them both on two stoppers, starting on hards. ''Radio check, Adriana?'' Pietro says as she waits on the grid.

Adriana says. ''Loud and clear, Pietro.'' The crews are given the hands off order, and it's just them on the grid. After the formation lap, they get to racing properly. On lap ten, Adriana realizes something. ''Pietro, I forgot to take my rings off, am I going to get in trouble?'' Pietro says to her. ''I'll check with the stewards, but you shouldn't, no.'' Adriana presses on, keeping Albon's Williams in her vision as she tries to come back from 14th after a mistake on laps seven and eight.

After the race, where she finishes one position shy of points in twelfth, Adriana gets done with media, and heads for a shower in her motorhome. After which, she gets the kettle on for some mate, She relaxes with a book. Not bad for racing on four hours of sleep last night. She's not stopped thinking of that moment from Miami since, even if they've refused to talk about it. She must fall asleep at some point, because the next thing she knows it's dark outside. The boys will have went out for dinner together, but she was just too tired to join them this time. Her phone buzzes on the coffee table, it's Franco. ''Hola, Franquito, que es?''

Franco says. ''Hola, hermana. Where were you tonight? Felipe was worried about you, so were Gabi and I.'' Adriana sits up on the sofa, and says. ''I raced on four hours of sleep, I just wanted to rest. I also can't stop thinking about Miami.'' She admits to her friend.

Franco asks her, probably the question she doesn't want to answer yet. ''Did you want the kiss with Felipe? Did you want him to kiss you then?''

Adriana swallows to try and get rid of the dryness in her throat. ''I did, and it scares me. I think I've wanted that kiss for some time as well.'' God only knows what that could unleash upon the world. The first male-female driver tandem, Brazil and Argentina, possibly dating each other? Is that even allowed? Could they lose everything over that? ''This could get interesting, Adri, you know that, right?'' Franco asks her.

Adriana nods, hugging her knees to her chest. ''I do, Franco, and I hate it, Fisi could fire both of us for this. But, at the same time, what if it doesn't hurt us? What if we'd be fine?''

Franco asks her, sounding like Alejandro right now. ''Are you willing to take that risk?''

Adriana says, resting her chin on her knees. ''Maybe? I don't know yet.'' She feels herself welling up, so wishing her abuelo was here to guide her. ''Dios mio, Franquito. I'm just scared. I love him so much, and I love this so much. I want both.''

Franco says, voice oddly tranquil. ''Then, have both. You're a Fangio, right? If you want both, have both.'' Can she? Does she dare ask for more than she already has?

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Canada - First Rain Race

Qualifying was really good, if a bit hectic with the rain. They've qualified tenth for Felipe and twelfth for Adriana. Neither are really used to rain yet, and the sunshine did not follow the gang from Monaco and Spain. But, it is what it is. Adriana parks up in the garage, and bails out of the car. Getting herself ready for media quickly. Maya shadowing her into the pen, she has no idea where she'd be without all this help from the team. The circus of it all is still something she's getting used to. But, she nurses her mate in her cold hands, and gets into the pen to do her rounds. Someone from L'Equipe asks her. ''Adriana, the team recently brought a new rear wing to Canada, how do you feel it's improved the car?''

Adriana sips her mate, and says. ''It's so much better on the straights already, our old one wasn't doing us well in Barcelona. Happy with our progress so far. We'll see tomorrow.''

Someone from Global News asks her. ''The gap between yourself and Felipe is so small, is it time for Alfa Romeo to have the conversation yet?''

Adriana shakes her head emphatically. ''No, and that conversation isn't going to happen. We're both number one drivers, and that's how we'll stay.'' She tries to ignore the feeling in her chest. Someone from TSN steps forward to ask her about Lance Stroll. ''Adriana, this is the first time this year that Stroll has beaten you both, he's one place ahead of Felipe tomorrow. Do you think that justifies Aston Martin letting Felipe go?''

Laughing, Adriana stirs her drink with her bombilla. ''Not really, no. One race of ten isn't a good sample size. We've beaten Aston Martin nine times this season. We all know why Felipe got dropped, and I'm glad he's my teammate now, so, thank you, Lawrence.''

The same journalist asks her. ''You say that, but don't elaborate on it, what do you mean by all that?'' He's trying to bait her into saying something stupid, and she knows it. She's racing royalty, and no doubt lots of people are waiting for her to mess up. ''I'll not be dragged into a war of words, but I'm glad to race with Felipe. I'd not do this with anyone else.''

Media ends, and Adriana heads back to her room to get some physio and change. She finds Felipe on her way to her car. ''Did you mean all of that, Adri?'' He asks her, eyes sparkling despite the rain. Adriana nods, and puts her bag in the back seat. ''Every single word of it, Feli. They were insulting you, and I won't have that.''

The rain continues into race day, causing a delay in proceedings after the parade. They'll be getting going in about half an hour. So, bored out of her mind, Adriana goes to grab some mate for herself and Felipe, and her truco cards. ''Wanna play?'' She asks him. Felipe takes his drink, and smiles brightly. ''Sure.'' They sit at the strategy table, and play cards while drinking mate. The rain still lashing down upon the Alfa Romeo garage. ''We'll be mounting up in 20 minutes, guys.'' Sporting Director, Alberto, informs them. They both nod, and get back on with their game and drinks, ignoring the whispers of the team around them, and the cameras. ''And, I think I've won.'' Felipe says.

Adriana leans over to look at his hand. ''Dios mio, felicidades, Feli.'' Felipe smirks, his face too temptingly close to hers. ''Obrigado, Adri.'' They tidy up, and go to get ready to get onto the grid. Adriana gets into her car, and belted in. She's pushed into her grid slot, and informed of the aborted start, they've docked five laps off the race. So, 65 laps instead of the normal 70. ''That's about what I expected, Pietro, yeah. Has Edo informed Feli yet?''

Pietro affirms to her. ''Felipe knows as well, yes.'' Adriana nods to herself, she'd never live with herself if they weren't being treated equally.

Neither Alfa Romeos score points this weekend, but they get close. twelfth for Felipe and thirteenth for Adriana. They get out of weigh-ins, and get into media. They do their lap of the pen together. As they did in Australia. ''Felipe, Adriana; that was a difficult race for you both, was there anything that could've been done to improve your positions?''

Felipe shakes his head, his hand coming to rest on Adriana's back as always. ''No, the rain was just too much for us today. We'll be fine come Austria.''

Adriana backs him up, adding. ''We've only missed points a few times this year, it's not going to happen every weekend. We're just happy we kept the cars in one piece.''

Someone asks them both. ''Outside of the Big Four teams, this is proving to be one of the best driver lineups on the grid, why do you both think that is?''

Felipe answers first, most comfortable in front of the media of them both. ''We're such good friends, and have been for so long, we're just enjoying this time together.'' Smiling up at him, and enjoying his hand on her back, Adriana says. ''We're also from similar places, and know each other really well. It feels like we're back in karts again!''

They get back to the hotel later, Adriana jumps in the shower, and gets herself ready for dinner with the rest of the drivers. She had no idea how much she would enjoy this year. She opts for a nice red and black dress and a white blazer. Team colours. Felipe is in a nice blue dress shirt and leather jacket. ''You look nice, Feli.'' She compliments him.

Felipe smiles, looking a slight bashful actually. ''So do you, Adri. Gotta keep up, y'know?'' Adriana laughs, checking her purse for everything she needs. ''Don't say that about yourself.'' They get going to the restaurant, and find the suite where the rest are. Felipe talks to Carlos all through dinner, and Adriana talks to Max about Argentina. ''It's gorgeous, you and Kelly would love it there, I'm sure Penelope would too.''

Max chuckles, and says. ''She's so proudly Brazilian, but I'll see if I can convince her for winter break.''

Adriana cheekily says. ''Convince Penelope first, my papa would go to his older siblings to try and get abuelo to do things.'' Max laughs, and says. ''I'll try that, yeah.''

After dinner, the Alfa Romeos get back to the hotel together, Felipe walking with Adriana to her room like a gentleman. They share a silent embrace, and close in for a kiss, the day must catch up to them at last. But, the sound of the elevator opening splits them up. ''See you in Spielberg, guys.'' Oscar says.

Felipe nods, speaking for them both. ''See you in Austria, Oscar.'' Adriana retreats into her room. and sits down on her bed heavily. Another kiss interrupted, maybe the universe is trying to tell her something? But, why should she, a Fangio, need to listen? She wants both, so she'll have both. It's what abuelo did when he married abuela, who was ten years younger than him. If Felipe feels the same, which she suspects he does, who's to stop them?

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Britain - A Family Affair

For the first time all season, both Alfa Romeo families will be at Silverstone to see them race! Felipe's parents and siblings have been flown in with Adriana's by the team. Austria was a really good weekend, and hopefully Silverstone will be even better. No rain due, which benefits them greatly this weekend. Fisichella is taking the two families to the racing museum today. The place booked out for them today, Their mothers look at all the old racing suits, their siblings go to see the photo walls, and their dads look at the old cars. Felipe and Adriana look at the record books. Felipe looks at some pictures of Senna and Prost from the old days. Adriana looks at some old photos of her abuelo, seeing him with her abuela. Their shared signet ring on his pinky finger. ''Feli, come here, check this out!'' She says. Felipe comes to join her, his hand on her back as usual. ''What is it, Adri?''

Adriana points to her abuelo's right pinky finger. ''My ring, he was wearing it here, see? With my abuela!''

Felipe beams, looking between her middle finger and the picture. ''He's not wearing it in the other pictures, maybe it was new that last year?''

Adriana nods, looking at the other images. ''I think you're right. Now, let me show you something cool.'' He takes her hand, leading her to the display of Brazilian successes here. Senna in particular. ''Rubens as well, he's here, Massa, all of them.''

Adriana says. ''We race for them, and abuelo. We're here because of them.''

Felipe nods, and says, looking down at her with love, making her head spin. ''We also race for ourselves, Adri.'' He is always quick to remind her of that, to take the pressure off. She doesn't know what she'd do without him sometimes.

After free practice on friday, Adriana bails out of her car, and get ready for debrief with the team. Times were good, and she's very happy with how things are going. They both took new engines for this race, their Maserati engines are a godsend. Then, Adriana catches up with her older brother, Julian, one of her three older brothers. ''I hope you know how proud of you we all are, Adri.''

Adriana swallows some of her water. ''I do, I carry that with me every weekend.''

Julian asks her after a few moments of silence. ''I also hope you know that you and Felipe are playing with fire.'' She does know, and it scares her sometimes, it's funny, going full send into Copse is nothing compared to this. But, she also doesn't really care. ''I do, but, Julian, I'm racing royalty, can't I have both?''

Julian says, his hand on her shoulder. ''For your sakes, I hope so, hermanita.''

They catch up with Felipe's younger sister, Camilla. ''Everything okay, guys?''

Adriana assures her friend. ''Yeah, Cami, don't worry.'' They head to Alfa Romeo hospitality for some lunch as a big family.

Sunday comes quickly, and is beautifully sunny. Their families are in their garages, and the two drivers are on the starting grid. Felipe in eighth, and Adriana ahead of him in seventh. Her abuelo raced here back in his day, and she will make him proud of her today. The Mercedes boys had to take penalties, and that's helped them both. The lights go out for the race, and Adriana sticks close to Oscar Piastri, Felipe in her mirrors. They come roaring out of Aintree and down the Wellington Straight.

On lap 20, Adriana comes out of the pits with fresh mediums. Felipe will box next lap. She's dropped to twelfth as they go into Village. ''No heroics here, Adriana, just keep it in the lines, alright?'' Adriana checks her mirrors, seeing one of the Racing Bulls. ''Got it, Pietro. Who's behind me?''

Pietro says. ''That'd be Franco.'' Adriana hums, and keeps pressing forward to close the gap to one of the Haas drivers. ''Gap to Bearman is three tenths, and you are four tenths faster.'' Pietro says as they head back down Wellington. ''Got it.''

Going into Brooklands and Luffield, Adriana closes up on Bearman, and goes wide into the National Straight. Her mama must be in hysterics as she overtakes five cars around Copse. ''You are in seventh again, Adriana, keep it up.'' Pietro says.

Adriana says. ''Someone check on my mother, please?'' And keeps driving.

On lap 40, she comes back out of the pits with new mediums on, and is still in seventh behind Norris this time. ''You are three seconds clear of Alonso, head down.'' Pietro instructs her.

On the final lap, she's still fighting Norris for sixth. Her abuelo guiding her as he did in China. They come out of Chapel, and Adriana gets the inside, overtaking him around Stowe. In the end, she comes home in sixth place, her highest finish yet! She's speechless on her in-lap, and parks at parc-ferme. ''That was incredible, Adriana, your abuelo would be proud. Felipe in eighth as well, before you ask.'' Pietro says. And, finally, Adriana can breathe again.

She meets up with Felipe, embracing him for the moment. Still unable to talk too much. Sixth at Silverstone, on her first race at the track. They meet the team together, this has to be the best race of the season for the team. Best part is, they're far from done, there's still so much work to do.

They celebrate with a big team and family dinner while teardown is underway for Spa. Adriana shares a look with Felipe, as though both want so badly to say something, but can't bring themselves to do it.

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Belgium - Point of No Return

Spa is just gorgeous, it really is. The best track in the world, and it's not even close. Fisichella takes his drivers for a tour of the track on a little golf cart as soon as they arrive in Stavelot. Another one of the original tracks where her abuelo raced, albeit with a far different layout to today. The trip from La Source to the Kemel Straight is a rush already, and they're not even in their cars yet. Felipe films the whole run on his phone, Adriana takes pictures as well. She wants to make a memory book of her rookie season. She's got pictures and trinkets from every circuit so far. The team are still riding the high of those points from Silverstone. And, probably will be until summer break after Hungary next week. That hits her as they come back to the garage, they've got two races until summer. As they're going inside, Adriana hears an argument from Red Bull, a man and a woman. ''Fisi, what's going on down there?'' She asks.

Giancarlo, ever a professional team principal, says. ''If I had to guess, Max's girlfriend has taken issue with something.'' Adriana rolls her eyes, thankful she never bothered to make friends with the girlfriends. ''She likes reminding people of her status as racing royalty.''

Adriana raises an eyebrow at that. ''She's not racing royalty, I am. Felipe is the holder of Senna's legacy too.''

Felipe laughs, his hand coming to rest on her back as always. ''Don't go telling her that, it'd burst her little bubble.'' Adriana shrugs, slinging her arm around Felipe's waist. ''Maybe that's what she needs.''

On Friday, they qualify eleventh and thirteenth for the sprint race after being top ten in practice. After media, they head for debrief, and go to grab some lunch with the others. Lewis looks pleased with his sprint pole, Max will be second. ''Any plans for summer, guys?'' Alex asks the two Alfa Romeos.

Adriana fiddles with the cap of her water bottle, and says. ''Buenos Aires, it'll be winter there, but I miss home.'' Felipe nods, and says to the table. ''I was going to head home to Monaco, but it's been so long since I went to Argentina.''

Liam gives them a knowing glance. ''So... you're spending summer together?''

Felipe shrugs. ''Why not? Our families have spent holidays together for years.'' Adriana finishes her lunch, and relaxes with the rest instead of retreating to her motorhome. She's one of this small group now, and will be for the next three and a half years at minimum.

They come tenth and eleventh in the sprint on saturday. And, qualifying goes swimmingly as well. Felipe in eighth, and Adriana in ninth right beside him. Right in front of the two Haas drivers, and behind Oscar and George. Seems like Red Bull, Ferrari, and McLaren won't be knocked from the top three positions just yet. Adriana gets into the media pen with a distinct feeling that something is going to happen tomorrow. ''Adriana, that last lap you put in was incredible, how are you liking Spa so far?''

Adriana giggles, and says. ''Thank you. I'm loving it here so far, One of the older tracks, and there's such an aura once you get here, you can really feel the history of this place.''

Another journalist asks her. ''Adriana, you are now the most experienced woman in Formula 1 history, how does that feel to you?'' Adriana thinks, her eyes welling up a bit at the magnitude of that achievement. ''It's huge, and humbling. I just really hope me being here opens up the doors for more women to be on this grid. I am so lucky to be here, and ready for the rest of my time here.''

After her rounds, she heads for a shower, and some physio after changing into some more comfortable clothes. She grabs something to eat from hospitality, and goes for a nap.

The race starts hot, really hot, seems like everyone is a bit punchy today. Desperation for summer, probably. Adriana gets loose of the Haas and Alpine cluster on lap 5. Following Felipe until their double stack on lap 19 for new mediums. ''God, this race is carnage already.'' Adriana vents to Pietro.

Pietro says, not impressed himself. ''Yeah, I know. Just, keep it on track, and stay out of trouble, Adriana.''

Adriana drives into Blanchimont. ''Oh, don't worry, I will.'' She gets on with maintaining her eighth place position, eager for points before the more difficult track in Hungary. On lap 29, Pietro says to her. ''Stroll has just shunted Felipe off at Blanchimont, safety car this lap.'' Adriana feels sick, Felipe was behind her the whole way after their stop. ''Is... is he okay?''

Pietro affirms, sensing her fear for him. ''Yeah, he's bailed out, and is on his way to the medics.''

Adriana takes her place behind the safety car, and says. ''I'll see him after the race, Stroll's fucked with the wrong team, I think.'' The safety car lasts two laps, Adriana keeps Lance in her mirrors, and break tests him up Eau Rouge. Playing cat and mouse with him all the way into Stavelot. ''Adriana, don't do anything stupid, okay?'' Pietro pleads with her.

Adriana says down her radio. ''Play stupid games, get stupid prizes.'' They've got six laps left when Adriana sees Gabriel and Franco pull up beside her, Lance still in her mirrors. The trio drive off without him, Adriana just ahead into Les Combes.

She comes in seventh, Gabriel in eighth, Franco in ninth. A South American midfield lockout. Just as it should be. She's told Lance had a tire blowout with old mediums on lap 43. Serves him right. Adriana gets her rings back on, weighs in, and does a quick media round. Desperate to see Felipe again. Maya escorts her to the medical center. Felipe is in a room there, in just his fireproofs, looking a bit rouged up, but no worse for wear. ''Feli, dios mio.'' She sits on the bed next to him, cupping his face in her shaking hands.

He runs his hands up her back to soothe her anxiety. ''I'm alright, Adri, no concussion, just a bit shaken. I'm alright.'' He says to her, voice calm for her. ''Good job on the seventh.''

Adriana says, trying not to cry all over her best friend. ''It was all for you.'' And, maybe it's the emotions of today, or the quiet in the room at last, or the lack of interruptions getting in the way. But, they finally, finally get that kiss they tried to have in Miami and Canada. It was so worth the months of waiting, the room melts away. Their two hearts beat as one. Felipe pulls her closer to him, afraid she'll slip away. Adriana knits her fingers into his hair. They slowly come back to reality. Sharing that same held gaze they always have. ''Feli... if we do this... you'll never be left alone, you know that, right?'' She's never been normal.

Felipe looks deeply into her eyes, as only he can. ''I'm never left alone anyway, Adri. I don't care. Do you care?''

Should a Fangio concern herself with the opinions of idiots? ''No, no I don't.'' He smiles, and pulls her in for another kiss, this one more certain, not rushed or feverish, just full of a promise to each other.

After she visits him, she re-joins Maya outside. Breathless, flushed to her ears, and beautifully happy. Felipe will be released this evening. Maya tells her she missed the podium ceremony. ''To be honest, Maya, I'm fine with that.''

Maya laughs, handing off her water bottle and some lip balm from Adriana's race bag. ''I can imagine.''

They get back to her driver's room so she can shower and change out of her sweaty race gear. Then, Adriana goes to update Giancarlo and the team on Felipe. ''He's alright, no concussion, he'll be back with us in a couple of hours.'' It seems odd to be talking about her boyfriend without him present. Her boyfriend, he's her boyfriend now! And, her teammate too! She's his girlfriend! ''Good, I'm glad he's alright. That crash looked ugly.'' Eduardo says, relieved for his driver.

Adriana says, because she knows this to be true in her soul. ''Abuelo was protecting him, so was Senna. They were looking after him today.''

Francesca nods, normally the rational strategist, but she'll not question her driver's spiritual side. ''I could not agree more, Adriana.''

That evening, the new couple relax in Adriana's motorhome. Just done with dinner, instead of going out with the others. The last thing they want is questions from the rest of the grid. They snuggle on the loveseat with some old movies, before heading to bed. Adriana curls up with Felipe, and kisses him for the third time today. ''I'm glad you're alright, Feli, I've never felt fear like that.''

Felipe kisses her head, placing her hand on his heart. ''I'll always be here beside you, Adri, no one will take me from you.'' He asks her. ''Did anything happen to Lance?''

Adriana yawns and says. ''A three place grid drop for Hungary and a fine.'' She adds. ''Not that we need to worry about that, I think he got the message.''

Felipe asks her, intrigued. ''Yeah? What did you do?'' Adriana leans up to kiss him, and says. ''I think you know.'' He chuckles, and they finally get some sleep together, ready to get to Hungary, and then they can hide out in Argentina for a while.

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This will be part one of two or three, I'm not too sure yet! This has been such a fun story to write! Had this idea randomly one evening, and had to do something with it. I'm a sucker for characters with immense legacies to carry. Adriana is the youngest of Fangio's many grandchildren here. And the only one in motorsport. So, added to being the first woman with a permanent seat, and driving for her grandfather's team. That's a lot to handle for someone so young! And, a bit of forbidden, friends to teammates to lovers for a bit of spice.

Next part will focus on Summer break in Argentina and return to driving with Zandvoort, then we go from there.

Enjoy!

[spookky-aint-spooky]

*pops into your inbox*

Heya!! If you don't minnnd… I would like to know more about your OCs pleassse!!! ✨💖 :)

Okay, sorry buhbye!

Noo don't apologize I'm glad to see you :D

I'm not exactly 100% sure what to talk about so ur getting rambles and bios lol sorry (songs I mention are linked)

Aduna (Moth Demon, HH OC)

-✨ very very fluffy ✨

- Brazilian

- Trilingual (fluent in English, Portuguese and Spanish)

- Overlord (kinda??) with a decent amount of territory in the Entertainment District

- Like a mini overlord if that makes sense

- Artist and singer

- Her post-finale theme song is prob "A Pearl" by Mitski

- Vox's ex and #1 slanderer lmao

Sabrina (Fishcubbus, HB OC)

- Leviathan's estranged kid (long lost daughter of royalty trope go brrr-)

- Only reason she didn't know he was her Dad was because she was the result of a one-night stand lol (praying for her even tho I'm the one that controls her lore 😭)

Has a trident for some reason, can summon it like Charlie can summon her pitchfork (the cousins are twinning ✨💅)

- Absolutely loves swimming/the water, feels really connected to the Envy Ring where she was born

- Her theme is either Little Wolf or Fish Inside A Birdcage (prob the latter)

- Her main story arc is basically just her Dad saying "I'll pay my child support if you bring back these criminals"

- Gets kidnapped by Striker at some point but idk when exactly

Vincent (Gravity Falls OC, my silly gay boy)

- The OC most based off of myself lol

- Raging bisexual

- A transmasc creature

- Chaotic Neutral

- Surprisingly knows how to play DD&MD despite not even having a highschool diploma (he needs to go back to school 😭)

- Favorite flavor of ice cream is cotton candy

- Likes musicals. Refuses to take Epic the Musical and Hazbin Hotel songs of his playlist

- Speaking of, he introduced both those musicals to Ford and that six-fingered nerd has not been the same since

- Theme song is definitely either Stick It To The Man or Timber

Nyx (my other HH OC, literally my first ever fandom character I made 😭)

- QPR w/ the fishy boi (Baxter)

- ✨sKatEr GuRl 🤪✨ but like in a "she will fall flat on her face and look stupid doing it but still think she looks cool" kind of way

- The venom in her scorpion tail isn't very toxic with just a simple jab, but it sure can hurt like Hell if she can keep her stinger under the skin

- Absolute fucking gremlin, refuses to exist anywhere without causing a problem lol

- Has probably sung "Open Arms" to Baxter at least once

Has a very loose contract with Velvette, which is why she has her gold glowing eye (symbolism ig ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Cherry Pitt (Cuphead OC)

- Another trans man because ✨ projection ✨

- Sold his soul for safety and security after his orchard got wrecked by a storm

- He has since restored said orchard

- Lives on Isle One

- CuNtRy BoI

- Proud gun owner (should not be a proud gun owner)

- Childhood buddy of the cup bros; rekindled their friendship post-game

- I like to imagine that his weapons he uses in his boss fight are cherry bombs (cherry pun lmao)

- Def a Morgan Wallen fan

- Has the personality of the guy that makes noise complaints for a party several blocks down

KK that's all I really got tysm for the ask :D

[sidrashakti]

Clarice Lispector Birth Chart Analysis (PT 1) 

Before I looked at her chart, she struck me as heavily Ketuvian based on the content of her writing. 

♌ This birth time would give Lispector a Magha rising, which is fitting given her titles like “Madame of the Void” and “Queen of Brazilian Literature." She married a wealthy diplomat and traveled the world (Aquarius 7th house perhaps?), living like royalty compared to most Brazilians at the time. The Magha themes of ancestry and lineage appear frequently in her work. Claire Nakti associates Magha with the Abrahamic religions and Lispector was Jewish by birth.

♃ Lispector was also famous for her beauty, perhaps due to Jupiter in Purva Phalguni, ruled by Venus, on her ascendant. (This could also explain her lavish lifestyle after marriage.) 

♄ Saturn in the second house: Lispector was a refugee to Brazil from Ukraine, sailing to Brazil from Romania at one year old. Her family suffered significantly in the pogroms that followed the dissolution of the Russian Empire. The family suffered financially for many years after their immigration. She expressed frequently that she never felt a sense of belonging to any land, which feels very Saturnian. 

♍/♎ Saturn in Virgo/Rahu in Libra in the 3rd: At age 12, Lispector gained admission to the most prestigious secondary school in her state in Brazil. Around this time she decided to become a writer. She studied Law (Saturn) at one of the most prestigious institutions of higher learning in the country. 

♒ 7th ruler is Saturn: Her husband was a fellow classmate at law school. 

♏ Chart ruler in 4th (Jyestha): Her life and writing scream Jyestha and it makes sense her lagna lord would be Scorpio based on her dark aesthetic and literary preoccupation with the cosmic void and the supernatural. Especially in the fourth house, it makes sense she’s come to represent the “Dark Feminine,” especially as her Sun is her AK planet. 

☿️ Mercury in Anuradha (In 4th): Mercury is a super interesting nak to look at for writers, and Anuradha has scorpionic themes of depth, death, and the occult but with Saturn’s refinement. 

☾ Moon in Mula (as DK) in 5th: The fifth house can represent creative gifts, and Mula nak themes are reflected strongly in her work: horror, the abnormal, chaos, seeking truth, looking to the root of things. Her writing style is very stripped back and deep. Her husband provided for her financially (possibly bc moon = nourishment) and she bore two sons. 

☾ 12th house (Cancer) ruler in 5th: This could contribute to the dreamlike quality of her writing as well. 

♀️ Venus and Mars in the 6th house is interesting because she wrote for work and routinely with both signs in Capricorn. Her writing would her legacy, considered of the highest quality, and lasted the test of time, in fact interest in her work has increased as time passes. (If that isn’t Capricon idk what is lol: Uttara Ashada “Later Victorious")   

With planets in Mula, Shravana, Magha, Anuradha, Uttara Ashada, and Jyestha, and Pisces 8th house, I definitely think she was pyschic. 

♈ Ketu in 9th: Could definitely explain her spiritual inclinations, esp with Ashwini’s focus on the unmanifest and the self. 

Will look into the padas and moon chart another day! I also want to compare her chart with that of Eve Babitz as they both received serious burns from smoking cigarettes. 🌺

[blackswaneuroparedux]

Tall and tan and young and lovely The girl from Ipanema goes walking and When she passes, each one she passes goes, ‘ah'”

The Girl from Ipanema

The girl from Ipanema is dead. Or rather the one who gave her voice to it died, Astrud Gilberto.

The Girl From Ipanema was originally titled ‘Menina que Passa’ (‘The Girl Who Passes By’) and set to be featured in a musical comedy entitled Dirigivel.It was written in 1962 by Antônio Carlos Jobim with Portuguese lyrics by Vinícius de Moraes. The inspiration for the song came from a young woman, Heloísa Eneida Menezes Paes Pinto who lived in Montenegro Street in Ipanema. The 17 year old Heloísa would be noticed walking past the Veloso bar-café as part of her daily routine, and one day going about her normal business she caught the attention of the composers. Leaving an impression of youth and grace, to Moraes and Jobim she became the girl from Ipanema. The popularity of the song would elevate the teenager to celebrity status, and in the years that followed would be known as Helô Pinheiro a model and successful businesswoman. 

Under the spell of bossa nova, the great Stan Getz teamed up with Brazilian guitarist João Gilberto to record, primarily, the songs of Antônio Carlos Jobim. The resulting album, Getz/Gilberto was released in 1964 became a million seller and one of the most famous jazz albums of all time. The success of the album was arguably down to the track ‘The Girl From Ipanema’ which came out as a 45rpm single. It was sung by Astrud Gilberto, it went on to sell more than five million copies worldwide.

During the recording session for the album that took place on 18 and 19 March, 1963 it was decided that a version with lyrics in English would be a good idea. Norman Gimbel was on hand to write the English lyrics, and ‘Garota de Ipanema’ quickly became ‘The Girl From Ipanema’.  There was just one problem: no one available with a good enough command of the language to sing the song in English. That was, apart from João’s wife Astrud who had come along to the studio.

Although she had never recorded professionally before, she was an experienced vocalist having sung on stage with her husband and what followed catapulted the 22 year-old singer to worldwide fame. She laid down vocals for the track, as well as another song – ‘Corcovado (Quiet Nights of Quiet Stars)’. Getz, Gilberto and producer Creed Taylor quickly realised they had something special, with her gentle voice, almost a quiet whisper, a perfect fit for the song and for Getz’s warm yet light toned tenor playing.

The astronomical success of the single ensured good sales for the full album too, and Stan Getz is said to have been remuneration handsomely for his work. However, whilst the success of the song may have helped launch Astrud’s career, she did not benefit financially. She was reportedly paid just $120 which was the standard rate for her contribution - although the saxophonist was apparently insistent that she should be paid nothing.

In her own words, she was manipulated by “wolves posing as sheep”. Both Getz and Creed Taylor claimed credit for the discovery, with the singer later commenting: “in fact, nothing is further from the truth. I guess it made them look important to have been the one that had the ‘wisdom’ to recognise potential in my singing… I can’t help but feel annoyed that they resorted to lying.”

As a result of the way the song was credited for royalties, Astrud Gilberto received indeed received no additional financial remuneration for her contribution. The injustice continues when it transpires that her husband at the time (they divorced a short time afterwards in 1964) received a 5-figure amount via royalties while Getz, securing the largest amount, is rumoured to have bought a mansion with his share that amounted to nearly $1 million. The injustice and inequality of the music business may have reared its ugly head – unfortunately just one of many such instances - but the music that came from the session has left us with a timeless gem. Today it is reportedly the second most recorded pop song of all time after the Beatles’ ‘Yesterday’.

The Girl from Ipanema would be her only major hit - though it crept back into the UK chart in 1984 as bossa nova flourished again, popularised by Everything But the Girl, Sade and others - but she retained a fandom for a series of subsequent solo albums on the jazz label Verve, beginning with 1965’s The Astrud Gilberto Album. She also recorded with Chet Baker, and continued to tour until 2002. In 2008 she was given a lifetime achievement award by the Latin Grammys.

Video: is Astrud Gilberto performing "The Girl from Ipanema" in 1964 with Stan Getz on tenor sax, Gary Burton on vibraphone, Gene Cherico on bass, and Joe Hunt on drums.

RIP Astrud Gilberto (1940 - 2023)

[warwickroyals]

list those ugly irl tiaras, sis!

I think I will, actually, because I have no issue dragging IRL royalty, as they deserve. Like, if you like a tiara that I dislike . . . kick rocks I guess, this is just my opinion. I'll do five to keep it brief. And these are in no particular order.

The Burmese Ruby Tiara 🇬🇧

Queen Elizabeth II had a perfect tiara in the Nizam of Hyderabad, that was literally gifted to her and she just randomly decided to take a sledgehammer to it and made the meatball splatter tiara? I'm still so annoyed because the old tiara was so much better and this is a huge downgrade.

Elizabeth II sucked at making jewelry. All three of the tiaras she commissioned are ugly as sin, but this one is just insulting. At least the Brazilian aquamarine has character.

Princess Madeleine's Aquamarine Bandeau Tiara 🇸🇪

It looks like an arts and crafts tiara. Like I get it, she was 18 and you want to give her something practical as a baby's first tiara, but it's just ugly and Madde deserved better. It's funny because Sweden has some of the best tiaras and the other Aquamarine tiara they have is one of my favourites.

The Empire Tiara 🇱🇺

Luxembourg has some of the worst tiaras, but this one takes the cake. The issue with many of these huge tiaras is that they were made during a time when hair was way more dramatic, which complemented these big gun tiaras. However, modern hairstyles just don't work, and that's why I can't vibe with the Empire Tiara. It also is just too gaudy, stiff and heavy-looking, like one of those beauty pageant tiaras.

MT just looks bad in it and I already have a negative opinion of her for, um, other reasons . . .

The Duchess of Edinburgh's Wedding Tiara 🇬🇧

So, I don't know what they were thinking giving Sophie this hideous hodge-podge mess. It was made up of pieces from a different tiara belonging to Queen Victoria and it shows. It has tons of empty space and is gapping at the bottom. It also just doesn't have a proper base. I think they renovated it recently and while it looks better, it's still ugly.

Also not that point, but that pearl necklace? Your husband designed that for you? Sorry.

The Modern Gold Tiara 🇳🇴

I like a sci-fi look, and I like how Sonja wanted to step outside the box with this one, but I just find it ugly and awkward-looking, and the diamonds on add nothing. This is maybe the best version of it, though. Extra points for creativity, I guess.

[coffehbeans]

Welcome to my Blog! Have some coffee ☕

Hello everyone! I'm Coffeh. I'm a 22-year-old Brazilian graphic designer irl, but here I share my g/t art and stories and reblog what I like! Hope you can enjoy this silly litte corner I have for myself.

If you're a nsfw blog or a vore blog, I ask you to not interact with my posts, please. I just like to filter my Tumblr experience this way. I also block empty blogs, just in case they're a bot.

MASTERPOST OF ALL MY STORIES AND CHARACTERS

Now onto the fun part! I'll divide my stories in universes and characters, with trope lists and everything. Pick any that you like, there's a little bit of everything! I'm still improving at writing, so any constructive feedback is welcome!

Hope I can make y'all fall in love with my silly little blorbos <3

All of my writing will be under #coffeh writes

And all of my art will be under #coffeh draws

Now if you just want some random g/t thoughts, prompts or just random thoughts in general, just go to #coffeh rambles

Tales from Immers (Berk, Kylon and Rosemary)

Fantasy and adventure, friendship, curses, growing into a giant, intentional fearplay.

This story is going to become my first multichapter! Currently on the planning phase and ongoing. I have a few chapters out, but they'll be rewritten.

Summary: Self-procclaimed genius Kylon dreams of a better life for him and his friend Rosemary after being ostracized from their prejudiced village. But when Kylon ventures too far into the Imore Woods, what he finds next might involve him and his friend with the place's local legend.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: kylon #oc: rosemary #oc: berk

Royalty (Estelle and Alaric)

Friendship, royal setting, giant race, arranged marriage, platonic slow burn, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

Summary: A young princess named Estelle must live in the castle of the prince of the giants, Alaric, in order to achieve piece for the human kingdom.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Character Tags: #oc: estelle #oc: alaric

Sinking Ships (Aegir and Caytlin)

Fantasy, merfolk, fluff, friendship, bittersweet ending, angst.

Summary: A marine biologist gets stranded by the sea, and is saved by a merman in the proccess. Determined to find out more about eachother, they form an unlikely bond. But Caytlin's relentless ambition might put their friendship to the test.

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: caytlin #oc: aegir

Survivor (Sunflower and Juhren)

Fantasy and adventure, childhood friends, eventual romance, rekindling friendship, fantasy races, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

For now I only have a collection of short stories involving these characters, they're my oldest g/t ocs! <3

Summary: In a world where all sentient beings are magical, humans are the magicless outcasts, being hunted down and killed in some places for unknown reasons. Sunflower is a human disguised as a leivdian, living peacefully in the remote village of Leivden. But when the nordem, powerful giants who are in war against the Capital, attack and destroy her safe haven, Sunflower has to run away and escape her country in order to survive. But being a human in a world full of magic is dangerous, specially when there's a price on her head, and she finds herself having to rely on the very same species that made her run away in the first place. In the process, Sunflower may reencounter an old friend.

A Nest Of Memories

Enchanted

How they Met

Character tags: #oc: sunflower #oc: juhren

Out of Bounds (Ethan, Helena, Seb and Zora)

Sci-fi and drama, angst with a bittersweet ending, post-apocalyptic, utopia, growing into a giant, family bonds, friendship.

Summary: A genetic mutation starts affecting 5% of the world's population, making them grow into towering 130-feet-tall giants. Ethan Greenwood has everything in life: a loving mom, lots of friends, a promising career as a public defender, and the safety within the borders of Steelfort. But when he's diagnosed with the hyperon syndrome himself, Ethan has to struggle with the changes in his body and the loss of his perfect life. Will he be able to retain his humanity, even as it gets further away from his grasp? And will Helena, his mother, and his best friends, Zora and Seb, reach out to him, both physically and emotionally?

This is going to become a novel in the far future (hopefully). For now, I have some short stories exploring the characters and the world.

Sleepover and Snacks

Character tags: #oc: ethan #oc: zora #oc: seb #oc: helena

G/t Night Dream (Cole and Lia)

Sci-fi, dystopian, memory loss, friendship groups, romance, tiny people being oppressed, borrowers (to an extent), angst with a bittersweet ending, growing into a giant.

Summary: Humanity has known how to hide and run for over a century now. On Earth, the hyperion are the superior, evolved race, while humanity are treated as less than pests and killed on sight. In a hidden underground society, a human resistance tries to get by as they borrow resources from the hyperions' houses. Cole has been a reliable leader of his scavenging group for a while now, and he gains the additional loyalty and support of a new member, Lia, someone he had saved from the giants. But when Cole is captured and turned into one of them, Lia decides it's her turn to save him.

For now, only a few snippets of these characters' stories are avaiable.

Melancholy

Character tags: #oc: lia #oc: cole

Cordelia

(Placeholder title ashush no idea how to name her universe yet)

Fantasy, drama, tragic, sad ending, hurt and comfort, angst, monster and monster transformation, memory loss (eventual recovery).

Summary: Edward Becker's wife has been missing for seven years. He knows she will come back... Even as he hopelessly waits. She has to. One day, Cordelia returns.

Prologue

Character tags: #oc: cordelia #oc: edward

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Book Review: “Tears of Seer”

Description:

In a time of division for the world, some gifts can be valuable… Others simply dangerous. The year is 1542, and the ship bringing Isobel de Medici has just docked in Scotland for her to be married to Lord William Atwell. In an era where a woman cannot decide her own fate, dreaming of a good life is not allowed, let alone encouraged. Isobel has always been taught to accept whatever the future brings her, until she has to start thinking beyond herself and finds herself entangled in a web of lies and revenge. “Tears of a Seer” is a journey to a cruel past, where the religious conflict of the Protestant Reformation clashes with the battles of Scottish royalty and outbreaks of the Bubonic Plague, and anyone who thinks differently is taken to the stake, accused of witchcraft.

Bio:

T. S. Vega is a Brazilian multilingual author who writes ever since she was thirteen but only recently started sharing her work with the world. She enjoys everything related to art and History and hopes her books can be positive in people’s life.

My thoughts:

First of all, I apologize to T. S. Vega for taking so long to do this review. I loved your book, just had some things come up. But back to the review – I’m a sucker for a complicated historical saga and when I first learned of “Tears of Seer” I knew it’d be right up my alley. At its heart, it a Beauty and the Beast retelling set at the backdrop of historical events. Going into it, I knew next to nothing about Scotland in the 16th century. It was fun to learn about the place where some of my ancestors came from. Isobel, the heroine, is a character you love from the start. Now, Liam…it’s a little more of a challenge to love him, but throughout the narrative we see what C.S. Lewis once said: “There is the great lesson of ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.” Isobel demonstrates that time and time again, reminding us that love is a choice. Through her love, Liam becomes loveable. One of the other things I really liked is how Isobel’s Christian faith is portrayed in a positive manner. It was a nice surprise. I just didn’t want this book to end. Which leads me to my end question: T. S. Vega, will there be a sequel?  ::hint, hint::

If you’re interest in buying “Tears of Seer,” you can do so here!

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I am very confused with many characters in your au. Do you mind introduce them?

Like introduce all of them? I'll do what I can, I'll do a TLDR.

Leo: new father, leader of the group, married to Jayden, adopted Casey Jr. Works part time from home looking over medical documents.

Jayden: New parent, married to Leo. In current timeline is on maternity leave. Works part time at the Mystic Library at the front desk.

Donnie: Happily single, works from home, sells his programs and tech.

Casey Jr: From a different future timeline. New big brother, anxious, has a cat named Bread. CJ is very sweet.

Raph: In a domestic relationship with Francis, expecting his first baby. Works part time in the Mystic Library in the kiddy room as an attendant. Loves kids.

Mikey: Married to Aiden, no kids, works as an art therapist.

Aiden: Married to Mikey, shy, awkward, but can be loud and honest around those he trusts.

Francis: In a domestic relationship with Raph. Pregnant with their first child. Works as an instructor for Brazilian Jujitsu, isn't doing anything major atm.

Karai: Doesn't know how she came back to life, is working a cozy job, enjoying life.

Splinter: Managed to prove and get his royalty money for Lou Jitsu films, his return regained his popularity. So he's living happily retired and old.

Vince: Francis' dad. Divorced. Works as a surgeon for the EPF. Knows, respects, and continues to educate himself about yokai. Has not told the EPF about the turtles nor the Hidden city because he ain't no snitch

April: Currently dating Eliot(has yet to appear so no log for him yet), works as a journalist by commission for both Hidden City newspaper and New York times. Earns good pay as well

Annie: A baby, oh baby, tiny baby, freshly born, small, precious.