#bull worth academy

[namranii]

dating jimmy hopkins :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

୨⎯ headcanons start here⎯୧

hes canonically 5 foot 3, so you’re either exactly his height or taller than him. if you’re shorter than him, he’s going to be so damn happy, and might brag about it a couple of times.

if you’re taller than him, he’s gonna be a bit jealous, but wont mind. most girls are taller than him anyway.

its going to be hard to trust him at first, especially due to the fact he’s always making out with girls left and right in the hallways.

big on pda. he casually makes out with girls in the middle of school, so how couldn’t he?

not the jealous type, except if you’re talking to gary.

if you’re anywhere near gary, he’s pissed.

will throw hands if anyone upsets you

a bit of a kleptomaniac, will steal random stuff and if he finds anything that suits you, whether that be snacks or clothes, or jewelry.

pats your head as an affectionate gesture

[minkyungseokie]

That's My Girl || Charlie Bushnell

synopsis; charlie is proud of his girlfriend who happens to be red bull's golden girl

warnings; none

note; reqeuested

fc; Amna Al Qubaisi

note2; I decided to use Amna Al Qubaisi, who's RB's Academy driver and is Emirati

I know it says academy. It's all I could find. Let me live 😭😭

To everyone who's requested a Smau, I'll get them out as soon as I can. This is my first smau, so it's not as good as I want it to be and it's not funny

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ynln1 Thank you to everyone who watched and supported me during the F2 Bahrain GP! I hope I made it worth your time ;)

user1 Red Bull's golden girl!

userz Mini Max Verstappen

maxverstappen1 congrats, kleine zus* ❤️ by author ⤷ynln1 Thank you أَخِي الْكَبِير!** ⤷usert @/maxverstappen1 the way they call each other little sister and big brother 😭 ⤷userf @usert Ikr!! It's so cute!

iamcharliebushnell congrats, babe! ❤️ by author

userdeez since when was Y/n dating Luke ⤷youeb @userdeez who the fuck is Luke ⤷jobelubr @youeb his name isn't Luke. It's charlie bushnell. he plays Luke in the pjo show

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ynln1 Thank you Harper's Bazaar for having me!

havehd god, she's so beautiful 😍

noobsucker do you need a dog? I can be a very convincing dog!! ⤷cxckslobber @/noobsucker Girl... ⤷noobsucker What?

maxverstappen1 simply lovely ❤️ by author

iamcharliebushnell my girlfriend is so pretty😍 ❤️by author ⤷ynln أحبك ⤷iamcharliebushnell I love you too, gorgeous

olliebearman go best friend, that's my best friend ❤️ by author ⤷ynlnfan OMG Ollie 😭

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hgad Lord, when will it be my turn?

ynln I love you! ⤷iamcharliebushnell I love you too ❤️ by author

ynln Wait, who took these? ⤷dior.n.goodjohn I did and that would be know if SOMEONE gave me photo credits ⤷iamcharliebushnell @/dior.n.goodjohn Photo creds to Dior or whatever 🙄

walker.scobell your girlfriend is cooler than you ⤷iamcharliebushnell @/walker.scobell I can't even argue with that ⤷ynln1 @iamcharliebushnell You better not disagree with that

gooesd If you look close enough, you'll see me lying on the track in the back

Deeznutz They look so good togther ⤷adicktion @/deeznutz learn to spell, fuckwad ⤷deeznutz @/adicktion leave me the fuck alone, Janice

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ynln1 Yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool but he's not as cool as me.

dior.n.goodjohn charlie, I'm stealing your girlfriend 🤤 ⤷ iamcharliebushnell no, you're not ⤷ ynln1 I'm all yours, Dior ⤷ iamcharliebushnell What?

walker.scobell Yep, so much cooler than Charlie

hornyidot the third picture 🤤

landonorris I think he's much cooler than you ⤷ynln1 No one asked you, Norizz ⤷landonorris I-- ⤷danielricciardo I taught you well, Y/n

gloop-8j She's so pretty and for what

[arc-misadventures]

Can I request for a sequel for A Proper Villain. Like Jaune's day to day and interactions with other heroes and villains.

The Blackcat, And The Stalker

In a dingy lit room, bound to a table, a figure clad in black sat bound to a chair with a hood on their head. Here, bound to the chair was, The Violet Shadow.

One of the few faunas hero's that fought to make the world a better place! Mostly for faunas mind you, but if helping the faunas helped the humans at the end of the day that was alright.

She had been captured after hitting one of the, Crowns, Dust silos that was being made from the labour of faunas slaves. Violet Shadow's goal was the destruction of the silos, while her compatriots freed the slaves. She had sacrificed herself to buy her teammates time to evacuate the slaves. This noble endeavor resulted in her capture, where she was eventually sold off to the worlds major villain, The Cabal to recuperate the Crowns loses.

Now she was here, in one of the, Cabals many interrogation rooms waiting for the fun to begin, and whatever they brought before her, she was ready for...?!

: Bahh! Let's leave them in a dingy lit room, that well be really menacing since they have a bag over their head, and can't see anything?!

: Where's the damn light switch?! We do not have time for this!

: Ahh, there it is... AH?! Since when did maintenance change the light bulbs? They're much brighter than the old ones...

: No! I have no time for this! We must finish this, soon!

Suddenly the bag over, Violet Shadow's face was removed, and she was left staring at the cerulean eyes of her old friend.

VioletShadow: Jaune Arc... It's a pleasure to see you again... traitor...

Jaune: T-Traitor? How precisely am I a traitor?

VioletShadow: After being kicked out of the hero academy, you turn to a life of crime! How could you, you had aspirations of becoming a hero, and when you failed you became a villain, no you couldn't even do that, you became a villains underling! How utterly pathetic...

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Rude. But, I can understand why you see me as a traitor. Going from hero academy to villain henchman, that makes sense. But, you know I didn't flunk out of, Beacon Hero Academy; I was framed, and kicked out because of, Cardin Winchester.

VioletShadow: But, even after you were cleared of wrong doings you refused to come back! Embracing the life of crime, you traitor!

Jaune: Well, that was mostly because of how they 'invited' me back. More, or less absolving themselves of any wrong doing, and made it all seem like an honest mistake on no ones fault that I was expelled. On top of that it took them half a year to prove my innocence when I had proof of my innocence! So yeah, I didn't want to deal with their BS, and quit frankly you don't deal with as much bull shit working with the villains.

Jaune: Also the hero leagues don't have nearly as many benefits as the, Goonuion does. So there's that...

Jaune: No wait! We don't have time for this! Okay, the Cabal paid five tons in raw Dust to get you from, the Crown. Now I need you to give me information that's worth at least five tons of raw Dust so we can let you go. What do you got for me?!

VioletShadow: Ha! I'm not going to tell you anything, traitor!

Jaune: Violet, we don't have time for this...!

VioletShadow: Then make time! Because it doesn't matter what you do to me I won't talk!

Jaune: You seriously don't understand how much of a time crunch we're on, I need information to trade you you're freedom. Right. Now!

VioletShadow: Ha! You won't get any information out of me! You can bind me, gage me, bend my body over the table, and stuff your hot rod in...?!

Jaune: BLAKE?!

Jaune bent down on the table as he spoke, Violet Shadow's true identity in a silent scream.

VioletSadow: H-Hey?! You know the rules: no revealing secret identities! I know it's an unspoken rule, but...?!

Jaune: The Bull is here!

Violet was silent as she registered the words that, Jaune had just spoken as dread filled her veins.

VioletShadow: A-Adam is here...?

Jaune: Yes! We are in the middle of a code: Bull Heart!

VioletShadow: B-Bull Heart?

Jaune: Yes, it's the codename we use when we have you here, and, Adam is here. The code is basically means, 'Get Violet Shadow out of here as fast as possible!'

VioletShadow: It does...?

Jaune: Yes! And, I know that being captured, and tied up is a wet dream for you...

VioletShadow: N-No it isn't...

Jaune: I know what kind of books you're into. Violet, so don't bull shit me!

VioletShadow: Ohh...

Jaune: So give me, something I can trade your freedom for. NOW!

VioletShadow: No.

Jaune: N-No...?

VioletShadow: No. I bet your lying... this is all a lie so you can extract important information from me! To get me to talk without resorting to torture of... any sorts... Hehehe~! Ahem! No! No, I will not talk, do your worst, Jaune because even knowing that, Adam could possibly be here, I will not...

Jaune: The Chameleon is also here...!

VioletShadow: T-The Cameleon is here... I-Ilia is here?

Jaune: Yep.

VioletShadow: ...

VioletShadow: Would the location of, Kings Vault be enough?

Jaune: No, only one villain cares about that.

VioletShadow: The location of, Atlas hidden weapons vaults?

Jaune: Which one?

VioletShadow: There's more than one?

Jaune: That's a no.

VioletShadow: Shit! Uhhh... I know about shipment of, Rainbow Dust being shipped by the, SDC; how about that?

Jaune: Rainbow Dust? That could work... How much, Dust are we working with here?

VioletShadow: I don't know the exact amount... But, the report said around 50 pounds worth of, Rainbow Dust was going to be transferred on, SDC train from the South Hill Dust Depot on the 18th.

Jaune: Hmmm... Even if it's not fifty pounds worth of, Rainbow Dust, if we hit that train we can also recoup the lost, Dust we used to buy you from, the Crown... Yes, this is a good deal. Congratulations, Violet Shadow, you just bought your freedom.

VioletShadow: That's great! Now what?

Jaune: Stage Two.

VioletShadow: Stage two; what's stage two?

Jaune swiftly opened the door, and ushered in several goons.

Jaune: Alright guys, we're moving on to, Stage Two! Let's get this going, now, now, now!

Several goons entered the room, two carrying a gurney, and what appeared to be a body bag on top, as well as several other goons with industrial cleaner levels of equipment.

VioletShadow: What's with the body bag?

Goon#1: We's smuggling you out 'ere in the body bag.

VioletShadow: Okay? And, the cleaner products?

Goon#2: Da freaking, Bull knows your scent!

VioletShadow: He knows my scent?!

Jaune: Yes, we have to sterilize the whole room to get ride of your smell! Now quit squawking, and get in the body bag!

VioletShadow: Okay, okay, I'm going!

Violet Shadow's bands were undone, and she swiftly got into the body bag,put on the gurney.

Jaune: Alright, get rid of the body! Go! Gogogogo!

Jaune ushered the pair pushing the gurney away as fast as possible, before he turned to the man holding the cords that were previously bound Violet Shadow to the chair.

Jaune: Burn those at once!

The henchmen nodded his head as he put the cords in a bag, and sprinted out of the room.

Jaune: Sterilize the chair first, she was sitting on it! And, clean the table, she had blood dripping down her chin, she may have spat blood on the table. Go!

Jaune watched as the cleaning crew swiftly got to work, they had shut the door, and made sure no one would come in, that was until the door was suddenly opened. They all turned around, as fear filled their veins, had they been caught.

: Ahh there you are, Jaune. I need... Is everything okay, Jaune?

Jaune: Ohh... thank gods it's you, Cinder... Get back to work!

Cinder Fall, the second highest ranked member of the, Cabal. Jaune. and the rest of the henchmen breathed a sigh of relief, before jumping back to work.

Cinder: Everything alright, Jaune?

Jaune: Violet Shadow was here.

Cinder: Ohh... Code: Bull Heart. Did you get rid of her?

Jaune: Yeah. Her traded her freedom for knowledge about a, Dust shipment from the SDC that contains fifty pounds of, Rainbow Dust.

Cinder: Fifty pounds? That's good, even if there isn't that much, Rainbow Dust on the train we can recoup our losses from the trade deal.

Jaune: My thoughts exactly as well. As much as I wanted a good deal, I wanted her out of here more so.

Cinder: Understandable. But, for what it was, it is a good enough deal.

Jaune: Hopefully the higherups are okay with it.

Cinder: I'll make sure they do.

Jaune: My thanks. Now then, did you need something, Cinder.

Cinder: Yes, the Boss wants to see you.

Jaune: Roman? Alright, I'll go, and see him when I'm done here.

Cinder: No, The Boss wants to see you.

Jaune: Oh... I best get going then.

Jaune: Alright guys, when you're done here, clean up the rest of the interrogation cells after, they'll get suspicious if we only clean one of them.

Goon#3: We're on it, Jaune!

Goon#4: We get a bonus for this right?

Goon#1: Hazard pay.

Goon#4: Hell yeah!

Jaune: Good luck boys. Alright then, time to go see, The Boss...

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Bahh! This has been stuck in my drafts as a title for months! Now, I am free of it!

FREE!

[p6to]

What the fuck is going on?

I was in the process of typing out several essays worth of thoughts in the tags of @tsarinablogs's lestappen 2024 manifesto, because what else is new. Since I am uncannily similar to Max in all aspects of his public persona (except his driving abilities and his apparent need to come out as bisexual in every third interview), including the 'tism allegations and the certified "parent has a very weird sense of seeing their child as their own person" experience, in this essay I will be yapping about Screwderia Ferrari, shady business and of course: Charles Leclerc.

Charles has given his life and a large part of his career in f1 to Ferrari, leading to six wins, including his own home race Monaco and Ferrari's home race Monza, but also ten gazillion strategy fuck ups and now a (likely) second failed championship battle.

How much is too much for a person to handle?

Ferrari has not won a championship since Kimi Räikkönen in 2007. That much was known when Charles went through the ranks in the Ferrari Driver Academy, so he knew they were not suddenly going to dominate the way Red Bull did the last few years and Mercedes before them. He still had faith in them, made promises about his achievements to his dying father when he must have known that they might be impossible to ever reach.

His devotion and his talent have made him into an (almost) religious figure to the tifosi. Charles Leclerc is Ferrari, and Ferrari is Charles Leclerc.

Or is it?

Time and time again, we have witnessed Charles getting fucked over in favour of his teammate (see "it looks like they're going to sacrifice Leclerc" - George, or the entirety of the SF-23, maybe even today). While a team principal and a good number of other employees were fired in 2022 because things were going horrible and Charles insisted on it, and things were looking better when competent personnel and even Lewis Hamilton were signed by Fred Vasseur, it seems like the actual problem is still there.

Based on what we saw with the Barcelona upgrades and Carlos' interviews, we may have to expect the car to be developed to suit Carlos' understeer-y preference once again, which is wild considering that he is a driver who is leaving at the end of the year, has been outperformed by Charles pretty consistently over the time they were teammates, and has shown very clearly (alone this season!) that he is (in the words of a friend) not driving for Ferrari but for Carlos.

How can it be that Charles has mechanical and technical problems every second race weekend, while his teammate does not, and not only does nobody from the team leadership say anything about it but they also let Carlos downplay Charles' very severe brake issues in Bahrain?

Silverstone has marked the third race this season where Charles did not score points due to either inherent issues of the car (tire warm up in qualifying), mechanical issues (engine), damage (front wing in Austria) AND very questionable strategy calls. Three races of the twelve that have passed is 25%, a figure that is much too high for any top team, let alone Ferrari who were very close to catching up to Red Bull in the WCC just four races ago.

Of course, problems in car development and maybe even a higher lack of reliability in mechanical parts can happen to any team. However, we will now come to the area where I see the biggest problem.

This entire triple header, Fred Vasseur has been giving unacceptable statements about BOTH of his drivers. In Barcelona, he downplayed the issue between Charles and Carlos at the start, positioning himself directly against the driver he should be supporting since he was objectively (data-supported) correct. In Austria, Sky Sports had to make him watch the moment Charles sustained the damage to his front wing, because he could not be bothered to watch it during the actual race.

And now in Silverstone, he blamed both Carlos and Charles for not performing miracles with this shitshow of a tractor during qualifying, let his drivers be fed different information regarding the incoming rain leading to one of them making the wrong tire choice, ruining his race, and then had the audacity to lie about that and Charles position during this incident, making it look like he was still behind Lance when he had actually already overtaken him and was now behind Carlos after starting four places behind him, EVEN THOUGH there were radio transcripts and of course the fucking broadcast that showed the truth.

Us Chirlies have to preface our posts about conspiracy theories with statements about tinfoil hats and "for legal reasons this is a joke", but I will not do this here.

I fully believe that there is shady business going on at Ferrari, including but not limited to potential blackmailing, software sabotage and bribery. I will not pin these onto specific people/groups, because there are too many options. I also think that there is shady business going on at every team, but not to this extent.

The way things are going, with Charles already being on an actually not so subtle PR warpath, I expect some form of news in the next three weeks, including either announcements about people being fired or a Charles-to-Red Bull announcement, although Charles to Mercedes would not surprise me either.

Merc fans joined in on criticising Fred yesterday, and hardcore Max fans are saying Charles should leave Ferrari and join Max at Red Bull. This issue has breached containment, as it should.

Either things are changing at Ferrari or Charles will be exchanging Ferrari for a different team. There is no other solution.

(You have made it to the bottom of this yap-fest. Congratulations! I wish you a very nice day/week/month/year/life without Ferrari-like fuck ups and thank you for reading my stuff :) )

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 768: Doubashi attack!!

Pag 1

1: Orange....

“Less of a hero”? Ah!?

2: Nonsense!!

You've never been a hero to begin with!!

Pag 2

1: Ha..... Hakogaku!!

Even Hakogaku caught up!!

2: Thick.... thick.....

3: A man like this holds the strongest of powers!!

6: I'm thin compared to him!!

That's not true, Oosumi-kun!!

7: Senpai, is he strong?

The Hakogaku member who last year defeated Sohoku's Kaburagi in the first day's sprint is

Pag 3

1: him, Doubashi Masakiyo!!

Buah!!

Pag 4

2: Buah...

So in the end you've decided to run?

3: “Chicken”

Pag 5

1: We're passing by the sign the signals 5km until the sprint line!!

2: Hakone Academy.....!!

3: Ace sprinter, Doubashi!!

Ugh.....

6: We're at “5km left” until the sprint

7: There's not much left

Pag 6

1: It won't take more than “10 minutes”!!

2: So you've come, Doubashi!!

It's “san”!!

San!!

How many times have I told you!!

3: Again!!

Pag 7

1: You want to get revenge against me!!

2: That's how someone who won last year would speak, but you lost against me!!

3: Hahaha, are you being a sore loser?

I'm telling you you're the one who lost!!

4: Whatever, come at me!!

It's not whatever, what are you even thinkin when saying that!!

Are you that self confident

Pag 8

1: We'll definitely win!!

2: Interesting, buah!! I came here to humble you!!

4: Ugh....

He's different.....!! He's much more dangerous now that he's running rather than when I met him this morning in the tent!!

Pag 9

1: Hakone Academy's Doubashi!! He's so overwhelmingly intimidating!!

It's like the pressure of a huge raging bull that has its eyes on you!!

2: Just by looking at me he makes me feel like my hands and feet are restrained

Issa fought against someone like him last year!?

4: No!!

5: Calm down

Steady your breathing

6: Swallow your nerves, Danchiku Ryuuhou!!

Pag 10

1: He moved on his own!!

Everyone is so overpowered by Hakogaku that they're not moving!!

For me, on the contrary

2: It's a chance!!

Nagoya's Komao used the curve and jumped ahead

He plans on going ahead alone!!

Pag 11

3: The sprint line is 5km from here!!

Horse acceleration!!

I think I can aim for a breakaway victory!!

4: That guy has a reputation for running solo!!

Gallop!!

This is bad!!

5: Doubashi has an incredible pressure!? But isn't this kind of things

6: just fears that we create ourselves!?

7: I can keep going like this!!

Doubashi isn't worth fearing!!

Pag 13

1: Where are you going?

3: Uaaaaaaagh

Pag 14

1: I thought I was 200m ahead of him, and yet

2: I could have let you go freely, but if you keep wandering around in front of my eyes like that

3: I can't win comfortably!!

Wa-

Pag 15

1: Hakogaku's Doubashi accelerated in an instant and passed Nagoya!!

Gallop!!

2: Together with Sohoku!!

3: Ah!? “Sohoku”!? Tch!! He reacted at the same time as me...?

4: You're the only one who can react at the same speed as me in this leading pack

Orange!!

Pag 16

2: Chicken!!

Pag 17

2: Orange is still behind!?

3: Did he give an order to this guy?

4: And he still managed to keep up with my speed of reaction!?

6: What, this guy's eyes, this running

Pag 18

1: What happened, your expression has changed!!

So this guy wasn't a chicken!!

2: Sorry, Doubashi-san

We'll take this sprint

3: The two of us!!

Pag 19

1: Garuaagh

2: After stopping Nagoya down, Sohoku number 5 jumped out from there

3: and attacked again!!

Tch

4: Hahaha

I told you!!

Pag 20

1: “We'll definitely win”!!

2: Orange!!

Hahaha, what we're aiming for is to be

3: “Japan's number one”!!

4: I'll make you Japan number two!!

[formulaocean]

Something about Nico Rosberg’s commentary always scratches at my brain because genuinely he just says smart yet deranged things with no filter and sometimes it’s annoying but what he says actually makes sense race wise and he’s generally correct if full of sass.

But specifically today it’s got me thinking a lot about the Ferrari lineup current and future. Yes it made sense to go with Charles over Carlos in terms of longevity- you’re not going to throw away a driver whose incredibly loyal to the team and been with them since academy days for one whose camp was repeatedly talking about Audi when they’re pretty evenly matched skill wise currently.

But today Carlos was making hard moves that reminded Nico of his time at Mercedes. Monza 2023 was similar hard racing especially from Carlos and the difference between Silverstone 2022 and Singapore 2023 never really sat right with me. It’s not just Carlos showing his individual worth to get a seat he has consistently raced his teammate to the limit and they know that it is Charles not Carlos who will listen to team orders and not fight when necessary for the better result for the team. “They’re going to sacrifice Leclerc” with Charles agreeing to drop back and slow the pack down and subsequently losing 2 positions vs not pitting because “Carlos will defend” before immediately overtaking, very much costing him the win, is a pretty brutal comparison.

With Lewis Hamilton coming in very much on a campaign to get his 8th if the gap from Ferrari to Red Bull continues to close next year, yes Charles very much wants his first too, it is very easy to see that Ferrari wants to maximize every point it can take away from Red Bull and wants respectful racing between teammates for a better WCC if at all possible. And for all Carlos’s skill he is a far higher risk in that regard.

Anyway just hope that there’s no quali issues today to put the Ferrari boys in a position where even light team orders come into play- they need time to come down and not let any resentment get in the way after that sprint. Not under any illusions that Charlos are very close at all but no one who even slightly supports Ferrari wants a messy season between them 😬

[imdrivingsolo]

what a shock that this came out during a gp weekend? and with f1 academy’s race being held? is red bull dominance really worth the life of a woman? would love to see anyone (meaning pundits/f1 big wigs) talk about that instead of how good the car is or if max is going to merc or whatever, it’s a bit sad that no one is properly addressing it publicly that i’ve seen (might be wrong)

horner continues to sit pretty while this goes on but go red bull i guess

[agendabymooner]

AGENDABYMOONER'S DIRECTORY: CHARACTERS

NOTE: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR THE 400 FOLLOWERS! Oh my god. As I said, this was just some sort of self-indulgent blog but I am so glad to share my work with you. Thank you all so much for being there and to everyone who likes them so much they were more than willing to engage in my fangirl phase/behaviour/whatever. I am so glad I've entered the F1 realm all those months ago lol!

To remove all of the confusion to my work, here's a character directory 😭 I'm really sorry for that.

Letting you guys know that some of them may be in the same universe but they are not as heavily connected to each other (the only ones who are connected to each other more are The Alessandros and The Hearth Sisters - Trish is only connected in one thing and that's the Rush Wedding Special)

CHARACTER DIRECTORY

THE ALESSANDROS (rushverse)

LORELEI HESTER ALESSANDRO-RICCIARDO: Måneskin bassist. Also known as Lester Allie. Has her own set of fans in F1 as she’s an ambassador for Scuderia Ferrari. Is the middle child of the five kids. Daniel Ricciardo’s other half.

MC from Rush Series and its other extras (9 To 5, Wedding Special, Mrs. Ricciardo Special)

KARA ELEANORA ALESSANDRO: Second oldest sister of Lester. Also known as Nora. A businesswoman. She has a fashion brand. Has two children: Gabriele, 4 and Maris, 2 as of 2024. Divorced before Maris is born. Has been dating George Russell since February.

MC from His Family and Her Lover

JACQUELINA ALESSANDRO: Also divorced and has two sons: Franco, 8 and Andreas, 6. Also known as Lina. Is a model in Italy. She’s quite content being a mother.

NICOLA GRAZIA ALESSANDRO: born in 2000. Known as Cola or Grazie Nichols. An author who works for Tilly’s publishing company as an editor. Recently moved to London and is currently dating Lando Norris.

MC from London Boy and its other parts. 

MATEO ALESSANDRO: The only boy and second to the youngest before Cola. He lives and breathes with his equally unhinged in-law, Daniel Ricciardo.

THE HEARTHS (rushverse)

TILLY MARIE FORD WOLFF: 39 Y/O as of 2024. The eldest Hearth sister. CEO of the Hearth Automotive Groups and the founder of The Wolff Publishing. She was previously a journalist and communications liaison but had abruptly made a change in her career path after purchasing half of the Red Bull Racing. She owns 20% of both Scuderia Ferrari and McLaren Racing, as well. She’s married to the owner and general manager of Mercedes team, Toto Wolff, and has three kids with him: Soren (age 8 as of 2024), Tia (age 5), and Adelmo (age 2). Her company does not fully associate with the FiA as to avoid rumours of bias and corruption within the Formula Racing community. Her net worth increased to 5.5 billion after her company sales skyrocketed. 

Main character from Colour Me Your Colour series and its extra features.

STEVIE MARLENE FORD HAMILTON: 31 Y/O as of 2024. The second to the oldest Hearth sister. Head of Communications in Scuderia Ferrari and a supermodel with little to no time. Owns 10% of the said team with shares purchased under her investment company, The SMF Association. Married to Mercedes Driver Lewis Hamilton and has a daughter named Lottie. Has a net worth of $164.1 million as of 2024.

MC from Thick and Thin fic

SYLVIE EDSON FORD-VERSTAPPEN/HEARTH: 27 as of 2024. Executive Director of Red Bull Racing’s non-profitable kids/charity programs. Also known as the Wild Mustang or simply Blue for doing a donut in her mother's 1985 blue mustang convertible at the age of 10. Could have been F1’s first female driver since Maria Teresa de Filippis had it been for her expulsion in the academy. Known for her slight dislike for Christian Horner. Max Verstappen’s demise. Net worth is currently at $196.1 million.

MC from To Loathe and to Love series and its extra features.

AIMEE YAEL EDMUNSON: 25 as of 2024. Media Communications Officer of McLaren Racing. The half-sister of Tilly, Stevie and Sylvie. The only Hearth sister who doesn’t enjoy being in front of a camera. Works hard alongside Charlotte to keep Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris in line instead of wandering off. Had to leave from the 2024 season early due to her pregnancy. She’s currently dating Charles Leclerc and has two kids with him: a set of twins named Hervé and Jules Leclerc. Net worth is currently sitting at $91.2 million.

MC from Of Long Lines and Names

AMARA LOUISE EDMUNSON: Aimee’s mother. Businesswoman and owner of several businesses all across the globe - including luxury stores such as Harrods and Selfridges. She raised Aimee alongside Blanche and Aimee’s half-sisters. Much like a family, Amara would take the four as a whole when it comes to trips and thinks that Julius Hearth is a sad excuse of a father. Amara is Tilly, Stevie and Sylvie’s second mother.

BLANCHE CHRISTIE FORD (formerly Hearth): the youngest daughter of William Clay Ford Sr. and the mother of the first three sisters. Owns 30% of Ford Motor Company but doesn’t act as an executive chairman. She, much like Amara, is a grandmother to Soren, Tia, Adelmo, Lottie and the Leclerc twins and would rather be a stay at home Nan to them. Amara and Blanche co-parented for the four and spent nights drinking wine whenever the girls were out. Some had assumed that the two were “very good friends” but who were they to judge or assume? 

TRISH ALONSO: Is a professional wrestler who was caught up in the F1 and WWE drama back in 2000s because of a certain Fernando Alonso. Now has kids with the said man. 

MC from Heaven and its other parts.

NOTE that she is not as heavily connected to the Hearths and the Alessandros !!!

THE SAN PEDROS (rushverse) !

MAGDALENA SAINZ: Married to Carlos Sainz. A bit unhinged. 

MC from Ride Home and its other parts.

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Magda’s cousin who happens to be crushing on a certain Oscar Piastri (or the other way around?)

MC from Jollibee, Madrid and all the Romance Fiasco

NOTE: These lots are in the same universe as The Hearths and The Alessandros but they are NOT heavily connected to them.

VERA COPPOLA RAIKKONEN: Is married to the Iceman, Kimi Raikkonen, all while she had given birth to the loudest versions of him (and not drunk loud)

MC from Stop the World I Wanna Get Off With You

NOT heavily connected to the Hearths and Alessandros despite being in the same universe. 

THE VETTEL SPECIAL

BELINDA HELENA ONG-VETTEL: 34 as of 2024. Also known as Bel Vettel. A billionaire who happened to be a celebrity, artist and a wife to a retired Formula One driver. She is considered a “Crazy Rich Asian” for growing up with money and her endless collection of Hermes bags that she seemed to treat as a fragile canvas. After years of trying and failing, she and Sebastian adopted a son named Kimuel, who was immediately addressed in the grid as Kimi Vettel. Some say that Kimi is a quieter version of Sebastian for his meekness and the sudden switch to cheekiness. 

MC from Crazy Rich Wife and its other parts.

BARBARA ELISANDRA BLANCO: 25 as of 2024. Also known as Barbie. She happened to be 15 when Bel and Seb took her in as their foster child and continued to raise her as their own even after she turned 18. She moved to Switzerland with the Vettels after she was guaranteed a better life and opportunity to become a chef. She’s currently enrolled to study in Cesar Ritz College in Le Bouveret - which is a short drive every day so that she’ll have more chances to babysit Kimi, her two year old toddler adoptive sibling. Everyone thinks that she is dating Mick Schumacher, who would often make a visit to the Vettels home whenever he gets the chance. Mick obviously likes her, but does she?

MC from She’s Everything… And He’s Just Mick and its other parts.

ADA ABBOTT-BUTTON: Jenson Button’s wife who definitely made him work for two years straight for her attention. Is the founder of the organizations Arts for Youth and Arts for Kids 

MC from the Mr. Darcy Type.

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Miss Universe 2018 winner who happens to be married to a certain Sergio Perez and has two kids with him. Ambassador of Arts for Youth and Arts for Kids Mexico and Philippines. 

MC from She’s Beauty, She’s Grace.

THE OTHERS (doesn't have any direct connection)

ALBERTINE PHILIPPA FRANCES SPENCER: Royally rebellious. She was born in 1996, months before her parents got divorced. She’s also married to a certain Mr. Esteban Ocon. 

MC from the Royal Wildcard and its other parts

ENSLEY ZARA SOLEIL: Equally in love with Pierre Gasly despite having to make him work real hard for things.

MC from Newsflash and its other parts.

BORA McKINNON: Lance Stroll’s ex who happens to be a Kpop idol. Would probably get back together with Lance.

MC from Gotta Be You

[i-choose-you-cyndaquil]

the teenage-drama series Nevermore Academy, starring:

yoko — a teenage mom trying to balance life, school, and taking care of her daughter. but with such supportive friends and family, it makes all the hardships worth it.

"you were never a mistake, enid. never." butting her forehead against the crying pup's, she continued with a sad smile. "if they can't see you for who you are, then who needs them?"

enid — yoko's equally teenage daughter who's trying to figure herself out, overcome her insecurities (wolfing out) and maybe find love along the way.

"i never know with you; sometimes you act as if i can't leave fast enough, but then you do something stupid and i'm the first one you call." blue eyes burning with frustrated tears, she clenched her fists, inadvertently piercing herself with her claws. "i'm getting tired of this hot and cold bullshit!"

divina — yoko's supportive girlfriend who didn't realize she was getting a 2-for-1 package. Awkward but loving, she attempts to learn more about enid while trying to overcome the wolf's jealousy. Though msterious in her own right, she might surprise you with how thoughtful she can be. But be warned, if you mess with her family (however unconventional they are) she will come after you.

"who did this to you?"

"look, it doesn't matter." enid promised, brushing off the other girl's helping hands. "we can just pretend this never happened."

"absolutely fucking not," the siren uttered strongly. "what the hell happened?"

"nothing-"

"don't give me that bull!" narrowing her eyes, divina continued speaking. "it was tyler wasn't it? god, when i get my hands on him i'm going to tear him apart!"

And lastly, wednesday — cold to all but very few, this girl does not like to be caught unaware. she's not afraid to say what she's thinking, however soul-crushing it can be, and even looks forward to the fallout the usually occurs afterwards. and though she ignores social niceties, she does try with those who manage to sneak their way past her fortified walls.

"here," wednesday said, abruptly thrusting the plushie onto the sleepy wolf's chest

"whoa!" startled into a scramble, enid unconsciously clutched the object to her chest. "what's this?"

"is this not the toy you were crying about earlier?" she questioned, watching as the other girl lit up when she realized what was in her hands.

"i mean, yeah," giving a brief hug to the dragon, the blonde gave her roommate a confused look. "but they were sold out? how did you get one?"

"five-finger discount," wednesday stated nonchalantly, uncaring of the girl's squawk of horror

[cherriebbyyyy]

My dear Snoopy the only merch of him I got / other than the plush found 💀

Anyways below is my debrief of my LVGP experience 💖💖💖

Anyways this was my first LVGP and I know for a fact I will be returning to LVGP next year so worth it and hopping I can get more girlies to come and split it so hotel is a bit cheaper

First love how F1-ified everything is like I was in Vegas earlier this year and saw like a few things here and there I loved the Extra promo they had around.

Now to the weather idk if I’m like used to this specific kind of chill ? Or since we were legging it the entire day we just stayed warm but all the vids complaining about the cold had me a little peeved because I cancelled my pool club plans the day b4 when I actually probably would have enjoyed lounging and day drinking, (also to note I had a spirit personal item aka basically a jansport) so space was v limited and didn’t want to waste space in a swim suit + cover up)

Anyways went to the Free Fan Experience that I had gotten b4 I even got my GP ticket manifesting hard being in Vegas. And for a free event it was pretty cool based like the f1 academy was a cool demo, I did the pit stop challenge which was really fun and tiring, while it was just one lug nut I have a new found respect for it, but lowkey alpine should hire me I would have been ready for Estie and had a 6.27 time change.

Looped around the hub a few times and line was LONGGGGGGGG and had a feeling snoopy was also no longer in stock so we didn’t get in line and stopped for food at the restaurant that was basically at the end of the hub line, Had 3/5 chicken wings before I felt like I was getting sick was also drinking like blue lemonade daiquiri not sure what it was but I did vomit it up before even leaving the restaurant so …. Yeah and it was the only thing I had eaten since breakfast but I felt better after because I am queen of Rallying and at this point I am wearing kitten heals so feet are hurtinggggg but we continue and stop at Walgreens where I say Hi to the redbull boys as Max and Checo cutouts great us I buy the foot pain / freeze thing, a sugar free Red Bull, and a buzz ball as we head back to our hotel and I Take the L and buy $20 slides and the gift shop and finally also check in.

All this took btwn when we landed at 11am -4pm on foot and I wish I wore an Apple Watch to get my steps but I know I got a few miles in

Obvi freshen up take note that I have 2 blisters one on each foot and one was already popped !!! Yay.

Relax for a bit after showing put the foot stuff on and get the kitten heals back on because the show goes on. (I pregame my drinks the Red Bull is giving me wings)

We do a few loops and get extra steps in because we are just girls who can’t get instructions correctly 🤗😓 I can carry a pretty good speed walk tho and my friend wore docs she’s also slightly handicapped as we enter the Venetian once again and stop by the hub to see no line and it’s about 7:30 pm we go in and no snoops of course we we just buy malbon crew necks and grab our Amex radios as we get lost in the Venetian trying to go to the sphere zone 💀💀💀 and just barley as we scan out tickets in see the end of the drivers parade.

Food Review that was included w/ ticket

1. All food was Luke warm

2. Had a slice of the cheese pizza it was a 6/10 felt like a frozen pizza that was reheated

3. ‘Savory Pie’ it a chicken pot pie 7/10 this one actually had potential I think would have 10/10 if it was actually hot/warm

4. S��more brownie thing 8/10 very good and decadent

None of the food made me sick so that was a win!

Now drinks in my opinion the should have had a separate line for ppl who didn’t want alcohol anyways the cocktail bar area personally need to be ran better my bartender was like low on supplies and I orders a vodka Red Bull and he had to go look for one and then like told be if I wanted to try it w/ a splash of Jarrito which I said yes but then he also had to look for it so it was like ???? If it wasn’t ready why offer it to me like just taking too long to make a vodka redbull imo. Came back later during the race and wanted a cocktail but even tho the lines were shorter they were takinggggg forever so I just I just got a Heineken from their bar instead way faster.

Now since I got my ticket very last minute, I didn’t really see the vents they were going to be holding before the race so when Ludacris came on best believe I was having a good time! Like his set really hyped up the crowd! He was playing for the ladies which I always appreciate. When baby came on the three other girls in our section, also screamed and we all sang along. Low-key some people gave us a little looks when we sang/ vibing out the songs but also what else are we supposed to do be miserable waiting for the race to start no. Like Move Bitch GET OUT THE WAYYYY was playing during the warm-up laps like having Luda play in the background as the cars went was amazing!! Also I stayed in the same area the entire time next time if I go for all three days my Explorer better options in the zone to see because it was pretty full when the race started, but as it kept going, people dispersed, and some came back and some just left but it was good enough and so crazy to see the actual gaps btwn the cars like 3-5 seconds is actually really long when you watch them zoom also for me it helped knowing who had what color camera on there car like Carlos having the neon yellow and Charlie having black one so when I wasn’t paying attention to the commentary I knew who was passing in front of me. And then on that note the transmission on the radios was a few minutes behind the live race and the audio in the zone also I wish there was a screen so we could keep up with the race and not have to be constantly checking my phone / watching a live stream eating up my phone battery.

Loved the section of ppl we were with because Ferrari based but also pro spanish speaker like I think when Carlos overtook Charles I cheered when they passed us again and quite a few ppl joined in and I was like “Checo common bud we need to do better” and ppl started talking about yeah Checo let’s go! And the next few laps we all cheered for them and colapinto as well that someone else in the section was rallying for and it was just fun cheeeing as they passed like even though they can’t hear us just good vibes in the GA stands

My friend is a Lewis Hamilton stan so we were very happy with the finish and around the last 3 laps we were just singing Viva Las Vegas because Carlos was also on Podi and Max was wdc x4 and the end was great and for those moments my feet didn’t hurt but then we began the trek back and caught the fire work show outside of the Venetian which was also super cool

Skipped out on clubbing because we didn’t want to go in w/ our crew necks and even did have club clothes on the feet were starting to give but I have never been barefoot in Vegas and it was still a touch early for me to start. Got back to hotel about 12:30 ish and scrolled til like 2 and saw all the radio drama lmao and had kinda a bad sleep because I’m like princess and the pee when it comes to pillows and both the ones on my bed didn’t do it for me. Got back up at 5:30 am to get ready to checkout as we had a 7:30am flight, lemme just say Las Vegas at 6am is a very fun people watch experience as we saw other like us getting ready to leave, people bare foot coming back in, a lot of dude bros drunk still looking for the next thing, drunk ppl falling out of the uber as we got on out uber and saw the sunrise over the strip.

The flight back was nice because lots of familiar faces from the flight b4 and so manyyyy ppl in their merch, everyone in my row and I’m assuming most of the place was slumped! Like I had a moment where I woke back up and looks over to my right and the guy next to me asleep and the guy next to him not even on the tray table just fully folded over himself knocked out and closed my eyes and nodded off once again for a few before we landed and I got back home and layed down for the rest of the day as my body was so sore and I had to drain my blister yum yum.

[namranii]

Girl I'm loving the blog revamp 😝 also now I have a BLUE goldfish called Frank Ocean 🤭 and my sister has a white one called Britney Spears

tysm!! btw idk what happened to ur gary smith request so i have to answer it on this one..

great fish names

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dating gary smith ⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃🎐 ⋆

﹒ ◠ headcanons start here ⊹ ﹒

˖⋆࿐໋warning: toxic/abusive relationship˖⋆࿐໋

has an odd fascination with war criminals and nazis (explains the nazi halloween costume doesn’t it?)

extremely emotional when he’s on his medication, it makes him cry like a baby and that’s why he hates taking them so much.

physical violence is something that he relies on, especially when “keeping you in line.” he wont go too far, just a slap or something.

occasionally, he will show love to you. and by love i mean he will be very clingy and possessive.

sometimes he will realize that what he’s doing is just a “tiny bit wrong” but thinks that its too late to apologize to you anyway.

its canon that either his father or grandfather got kicked out of bull worth academy, but for this sake let’s just say it was his father…

its also implied that his parents were/are abusive in some way, because in the start when he mentions that one of his problems were his parents. i feel like this would’ve affected a majority of his life, especially in relationships.

uses some sort of drugs but refuses to smoke cigars because he thinks its stupid.

[charles-leclerc-official]

RB thoughts! I don't deny that SP11 is doing well! It's just that if RB wants to win the WCC they can't expect for Max to carry the whole team on his shoulders! One off weekend and the gap went from 60ish points iirc to 24 points. 24 points is almost nothing to flip if we consider we're a third of the way through the season. On the topic of possible teammates for Max there are quite a few options, but few viable ones. SP11 staying is the most probable because he's a known quantity. NH27 would've been an option before he signed with Audi. Looking at who other could have been an option, they're not viable for a plethora of reasons: AA23 & PP10 were cut off from the team, DR3, LS2, VB77, ZG24 & KM20 are not actually better than SP11, EO31 & CS55 have historically clashed with Max and they won't absolutely tap in YT22 because he's a Honda academy graduate and Honda is moving to AM for 2026. Their reluctance to put LL in that AT seat for 2023 or 2024 will cost them dearly. I can't see any other candidates for that RB seat in the near future, so RB effectively screwed themselves over with the musical chairs they were doing up until 2020. I feel like this whole situation is a clash between managements of RB and AT, which has in turn led to a Gordian knot of a situation. (DR3 in that AT seat is the sticking point for me, because if they wanted him for PR, he was already theirs as the reserve driver and there was absolutely no need to put him in a F1 seat full time). I feel like H*rner and RB in general have been mismanaging drivers since the inception of the team, and I can't see it getting any better, sadly. For as much as Ferrari is known for not treating their drivers well, it's still better than how RB treats theirs, I feel.

I agree with you on Checo, he's a good driver, but his results are likely not going to be strong enough to secure the constructor's(we'll have to see that could change) And next year the constructor's is going to be more up in the air I think. So do they stay with the known quantity or take a risk on someone new? I seems they aren't taking that risk and it will likely be what costs them the WCC(not that someone new would come in and make that happen either but it might be worth trying)

This is actually a very good summary of things and the likely trajectory of the team in terms of talent recruitment. Very nicely put anon.

And yes, the reason the team has artificially looked stronger than they are is because of Max. I don't know how he's still standing from carrying that team both on and off the track. Max being good has made Horner look more competent at talent management than he is.

Like people look at VCARB and we don't really know what they are doing. They are there, racing, they are connected to Red Bull, but why? What is the goal? Apparently to develop young talent for other teams to eventually take. Whatever team gets Yuki is going to be very lucky.

And Ferrari gets a far worse reputation than they really have. Most drivers still say very good things about Ferrari in spite of the brutal environment. Then you have Alex who is out there openly saying how bad Red Bull was to him. And some of it comes down to the environment at the front of the field being brutal no matter which team you are in.

[chussyracing]

what has been happening in the world of motorsports?

(2.0 electric boogaloo edition)

Mohammed Ben Sulayem is under internal investigation for pushing officials not to certify Las Vegas gp as safe for racing and also for trying to interfere over Fernando Alonso getting a penalty in Jeddah 2023 race (he got a 10 second post race penalty which promoted... George i think? but later the penalty was overturned and he reclaimed the p3 and got his trophy back the next gp), apparently he also asked Max Verstappen to publicly defend/support/back Christian Horner as a way to calm down the situation where everyone talked about nothing but his workplace bahaviour (I suppose Max refused so that's kudos to him for doing the correct thing)

Aston Martin Vantage Safety Car will debut in Saudi Arabia (and will be back in British green)

there are loads of rumours about Red Bull and Horner currently, some are about him attempting to buy the RBR team, some are about Jos Verstappen being intimate with the same woman that accused Horner of inappropriate workplace behaviour, so he is personally interested in the case, after pictures and videos of Jos Verstappen and Toto Wolff appeared online, new rumours about Max Verstappen potentially going to Mercedes in fear of Red Bull falling appart with Ford looking for a way out of 2026 deal appeared too and Marko and Newey hypothetically following him there, after his comments Jos Verstappen is told not to be attending Saudi Arabia gp which may also be a part of solution they tried to find yesterday in Dubai where Max Verstappen's representatives apparently met with Horner (side note: this is another plea not to share any details about the victim which goes both for her pictures and her name, please don't make it harder as it undeniably already is)

Heikki Kovalainen has been forbidden from rally driving by his doctor in fear of his medical condition getting worse with the sport

Alpine announced new workers (after they fired basically everyone and the rest left on their own): Joe Burnell as engineering technical director, David Wheater as technical director of aero, and Ciaron Pilbeam as performance technical director

Mohammed Ben Sulayem spent some time in Turkey this week to talk to the president about a potential return of Turkish gp (probably as a part of a new rotation programme I mentioned in previous round up)

Abbi Pulling will be racing in British F4 Championship besides F1 Academy this year

Gerhard Berger's long lost Ferrari car was returned to him after police located it late last year

last week's Bahrain GP was the first time in history where all 20 cars finished the opening race of the season (speaking of Bahrain, Charles, Lewis and George were losing around 5/6 tenths per lap due to their car issues, Carlos, Logan and Alex also experienced smaller gap in pace because of their issues)

Williams announced their fanzone locations for 2024 season (Australia, Japan, Miami, Canada, Spain, Great Britain, Singapore, Austin, Las Vegas)

Spanish king Juan Carlos was at Bahrain GP and before you ask yourself, yes he took a picture with Carlos Sainz sr and Carlos Sainz jr (also fun fact he was involved in money-laundering case with Saudi Arabia but Swiss prosecutor had to drop the case due to lack of evidence)

Saudi Arabia showed plans for Qiddiya track to host gp from 2027 onwards designed by Tilke which features a turn 20 stories above ground level which could replace Jeddah in the future (did they heard us complaining about jeddah being dangerous and decided to make it even more dangerous?)

Red Bull Racing scored a record breaking new multiple-year partnership deal with Castore worth about 200m dollars

Otmar Szafnauer teamed up with Soft Pauer to make an app which is meant to help F1 teams with travel plans and Hitech is already a client of his while he claims Alpine also downloaded it

Pato O'Ward agreen on multi-year IndyCar contract extension with McLaren

From fan's point of view:

please be prepared for pr wars this year at multiple places: between Yuki and Daniel (recently due to highly controversial team order call), Charles and Carlos (recently due to false media narrative about car issues), Lewis and George (recently about effectivity of different race set ups)

we have press conference for tomorrow made up by: Lance, Charles, Nico, George, Yuki and Val (we also have one for team principals made of Bruno Famin from Alpine, Mike Krack from Aston Martin, Christian Horner from Red Bull Racing and James Vowles from Williams)

C2 challenges are back for this year with first of their quickfire challenges being already posted

little rant about the "F1 pundits" not checking their sources, because you might have seen the discourse but not get the background: Lawrence Baretto posted his usual section "Losers and Winners" of Bahrain gp and posted Charles in the section category (which would be correct considering he lost out on P2 because of brake issues), but he clearly went off with what Carlos said in the media and claimed that both drivers had the same issues - a fact that Charles, Xavi, and Fred himself disputed

more drivers did photo dumps: Alex, Yuki, Carlos

some drivers were modelling, particularly Charles, Carlos and Daniel

Max Verstappen made some championship predictions (Verstappen, Hamilton, Leclerc) and there has been a lot of talk about him not mentioning Perez so just a PSA

reminder that this week the gp is on Saturday because of Ramadan and besides F1, you can also look forward to F2, F1 Academy and Indycar races

[conceptalbon]

galex, 1.2k words, golden age of piracy au

inspired by @boxboxlewis's pirate captain daniel from some time ago

The crew find him adrift at sea. He looks very much out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb and trying to row against the waves in a tiny boat. It would be funny, were he not half-dead with hunger and exhaustion. But that has always been George, hasn't it? A fighter 'til the end, determined to a fault.

He's in no state to fight four well-fed men at once, though. Alex takes care of his people, thank you very much. They grab George by the shoulders, search him for weapons. He still has a handkerchief with the Union fucking Jack stitched into it tucked into the pocket of his trousers. Lando almost guts him then and there, Alex barely has the time to yell at him to keep his fucking hands to himself. He hasn't seen George for almost a decade, but if he's anything like he was in his teens, he must be the biggest fanboy queen Anne has ever had. Which explains the handkerchief, but can also be a fucking death sentence in these waters. Pirates don't really take kindly to the British crown these days.

His frilly linen shirt is ripped at the collar, but he doesn't seem to have any life-threatening injuries. Alex intends to keep it that way while George is on his ship, at least.

"He's worth more alive, Lando. Not a fucking hair falls off his head without my permission, capisce?" There's no way he loses George forty seconds after getting him back. "Surely there's someone back in London ready to pay a pretty penny for your safe return, eh, posh boy?"

Alex isn't sure if Lord Russel is still the Admiral of the Royal Navy, but even if he isn't, he will do almost anything to get his boy back. That Alex knows.

George's head turns to him slowly, his eyes red-rimmed and muscles weak. There's a spark of recognition on his face, but before he can say anything Alex orders, loud and blunt. "Put him in my quarters. There's not much free space on the Bull, and I want to look after him myself." He grins in a way he hopes looks menacing.

The sheets on Alex's bed aren't even remotely close to what George is probably used to, rough and stained from months at sea. His skin is pale enough to almost blend in with them, and the bruises around his eyes look even harsher in the dim light of the captain's quarters. As soon as Lando and Pierre lower him onto the mattress, he's out like a light. When they were at the Academy, he was always the first one to fall asleep, too. It's funny how some things don't really change.

Yuki is ecstatic to have an excuse to work on something besides their usual fucking rations. George is lucky they found him only a few weeks into their journey, because when Alex walks into the galley he's greeted by the smell of an honest-to-God stew. With some proper spices in it even, something Pierre picked up on a Dutch merchant ship two months ago. When he tells Yuki some random prisoner isn't really worth trying that hard, all he gets in return is a single too-knowing smile.

None of the others seem to pick up on anything though, maybe only that Alex is more restless than usual throughout the day. He snaps at Daniel, who has spent the better part of the morning trying to mend a huge rip in their old sails and failing miserably. He's good at that, sewing and fabrics and whatnot. Fashioned them a new flag some time ago, two bulls in front a bright yellow sun. Pierre despises it, says it reminds him of old captain Christian too much. Alex doesn't really mind it. Hopes Christian is happy in his retirement. Also hopes to never fucking see him again.

When George finally wakes up, well into the evening, he's greeted by a bowl of reheated stew and a poorly hidden look of concern on Alex's face. Even in this miserable state, he's still just as beautiful as he was when Alex left him.

"Blimey, the Heavens sure know how to play a joke on me, huh?" His voice is hoarse and the words sound like they hurt. He sits up, winces. Takes the spoon from Alex's hands.

Alex is suddenly very angry. "What the fuck are you doing here? You got a deathwish or something?"

George is meant for the safety of London. Sitting in some general's headquarters, rising up the ranks, maybe fighting the Dutch once in a while at the very worst. He's not supposed to be alone in the middle of the Atlantic fucking ocean, getting picked up by Alex's crew two weeks after they leave the Bahamas. If he died from, like, malnutrition or Lando's sword or something, Alex would throw himself into the sea.

"Didn't really care for the Navy after you left." It sounds nonsensical. George has always passed all of their exams with flying fucking colours, the bright future with the Royal Fleet all but guaranteed for him, being his father's son and all. It was Alex who couldn't really give two fucks about the Academy, the King or the Navy. "Hated the whole court thing, too. London and the fancy lot of them. Was very boring without you. And then, uh- And then father decided I had to marry, so. I ran."

Alex knows the feeling. When he left at seventeen, there was nothing he wanted more than to get away from fucking London. Well, besides George. But he has always wanted George, and he has always known he could not have him, not in any way that matters. There was no place in London for Alex besides George's embrace, and no place in the world for George besides London.

"So you decided to go to America in a fucking rowboat?" Alex needs time to process.

"Don't be stupid, Alexander. I sailed with a merchant ship under a fake name, I'm not insane." It sounds like the most insane thing George has ever done, actually. "Got caught by a hurricane a few days after we left Haiti."

None of what he's saying makes any sense and Alex doesn't really know what to answer, so he stays silent. Watches George eat his fucking stew. He didn't think he would ever see him again. He wants to grab him, shake him until he gets some sense back into him, wants to topple him back to the bed and kiss him senseless like he did eleven years ago. He thinks he forfeited that right when he chose the freedom of Christian's ship over the suffocating warmth of George's bed.

He leaves the room with an empty bowl and goes back to the deck. The waves look black in the evening light. Pierre is sitting with his back against a mast, singing to himself softly, sharpening his cutlass. Daniel and Lando are playing cards, their laughter and curses cutting through the salty air. Sebastian is nowhere in sight. Alex has no idea how he's going to explain to any of them why they are suddenly changing course tomorrow and why they are now tasked with delivering this strange prisoner to the colonies safely. He hopes they don't mutiny against his ass. God be with him.

[omegaremix]

Red Bull Music Academy noise showcase @ Output, N.Y.C.; May 13, 2015.

Not too long ago, Brooklyn Vegan posted a show which had Merzbow, Prurient, Ron Morelli, Pharmakon, and Aaron Dilloway of Wolf Eyes performing with Genesis P. Orridge, all on the same bill. There was absolutely zero chance I would miss it. It was all or nothing. By chance, a roll of the dice resulted on some of the most notable noise and experimental artists to share that ticket which was reason enough to go. Twenty dollars worth of admission allowed me a rare opportunity to attend what would be my first noise show. I knew with all of what would be awaiting, I would not be disappointed.

Arriving in Williamsburg that night was an experience. Real city structures, roving buses, and tattered streets under construction. Walking down the street from the G Train and down to Wythe Av., I noticed an endless rally of stickers, murals, and Banksy-style stencils which defined itself heavy artist territory. Many bars were open but as soon as I walked past the many queues waiting to enter the larger venues, I knew I was getting close. I arrive at Output where the line was already three buildings down. At the tail end of that line was this sad, mopey brown-filled has-been sitting on the sidewalk who murmured each passer-by for an extra ticket. No one bothered or cared to notice him. The people waiting in line at Output looked like they had their shit together via native dress-code. Nothing I ever experienced back on Long Island. It was all very fresh where people get right to the point in sophisticated conversation and cared to look their best by hitting directly at the bullseye dead-center, rather than settle for the simpler, majority way out. Behind me was Manhattan in all of its ultra high-definition glory: One World Trade Center, the Empire State and Crystler Buildings, all in a sweet night-sky blue backdrop. After forty-five minutes fearing I would miss the later acts I wanted to see, I was finally in.

New York City’s own noise mistress Pharmakon was the first act I came to see and she’s been getting heavy notice for her output as a female noise artist. She wielded a metal sheet creating multiple layers of loops and rhythmic patterns which signified “Body Betrays Itself” (2014). Her trademark subject matter of survival, nature, health, and organics had been paired with her sounds of mired drones, misery, darkness, and depression which made up Bestial Burden. Then the game-changer: Pharmakon gets off-stage to slowly introduce herself into the crowd in confrontational fashion. She was absolutely not afraid in cutting her own path through the audience to yell and scream in their faces. In a major shot of brilliance, the strobes were severely turned down, allowing Pharmakon to have a very well-played game of ‘where the fuck is she?’ as the entire crowd had no idea where she was. The audience even had to tether the microphone cord to avoid wraparounds and entanglements before she materialized again (she won). I was hoping she would murder someone. Throughout her whole set, her emotions were very distressed, aggravated, and just about had it. Her overall catharsis with being totally unafraid to express herself and interact with the audience totally won the audience over.

Prurient took the stage next to perform the entirety of his milestone Pleasure Ground record (2006), which was a good thing since this was the Prurient I hoped to see and I / we got it. Dominick Fernow, who is also Hospital Productions, utilized all of his warheads for this one, ranging from sudden movements, convulsions, writhing, and arching backwards with two microphones screaming upwards while showcasing his black hole of pain, conflict, romanticism, and agony for all to see; flailing himself in insanity and instability. All of this unfolds as the entire backdrop halts to an extreme close-up of a smiling joker face gleaming at him to claim victory over Fernow’s proposed destruction. The noise finally stops for his mic check to dedicate his entire set in remembrance of a member from Bastard Noise.

The next tables were set up with someone I wasn’t familiar with. I later found out to be Aaron Dilloway of Wolf Eyes who had an array of tape loop machines and other electronics laid out. As Dilloway set up shop, industrial legend Genesis P. Orridge arrives on stage for a very favorable welcome. Some botched mic tests had Genesis jokingly fault the DJs and overhead board crew which had everyone laughing. It was an experience in having to finally witness Genesis in the flesh whom was decades forward from his early Throbbing Gristle days. His subject matter of distance, identity, and self-value with constant strumming of the electric violin along with Dilloway’s tape loops and bone flute were hypnotic and mesmerizing, generating sounds which were spatial, encompassing, and far-reaching. For a special bonus, Genesis led the way for all of us to sing “happy birthday” to Dilloway. We all could not be more obliged to do so.

The fourth and final act I stayed to witness was the pioneer of noise, Merzbow, whom had been making Dada-philosophy sound collages since 1979. Knowing Merzbow for pushing the extreme, there would be absolutely no mercy. In fact, we knew we were fucked when we saw Merzbow’s table being brought in: an entire set up of knobs, hardware, switches, wires, dangling power strips, effects pedals, more wires, a four-coiled box, and a homemade three-coiled guitar which Merzbow strummed relentlessly non-stop for more than half the show. Those without plugs had to deal with direct hits of streaming white noise, loops, snapping pulsations, and blaring decimation which would be expected of any classic Merzbow material. A huge bonus for including television static-grade interference as backdrops to accompany his whitewash of sounds. Sadly, it was getting late. At three in the morning with work waiting for me out east at one p.m., I had to cut loose.

This was my very first noise show. It was also the most involved show I ever attended. Not one single minute of it was wasted thinking about petty life stuff or drama. I focused on every drop of it. Why? Noise is damn intelligent stuff which isn’t or can’t be consumed by everyone. It has brought the most unusual sounds, philosophies, and images for me to figure out which most genres can’t do (see also Boyd Rice and Whitehouse). It displays what is usually kept away from normal eyes; its rarity and controversial nature is why noise had interested me for years. In its true nature, it’s unadulterated. It throws all rules of sound out the window and if done right, really brings out true emotion and feeling. Noise artists are not full of shit. They are very down-to-earth and for the most part our equal. There’s no feeling pretty for millions of your peers, no putting on a façade, and nothing to give everything away or simply to figure out in five seconds. It is what it is. Very few of my peers could only tolerate or understand it, which give noise enthusiasts like us bonus points in allure, intrigue, and interest in it. For someone like me who was well-seasoned in noise music and operating a college radio show, this experience would be a huge supplement to what I would do for my show on WUSB but also for myself.

Interesting enough, Red Bull (yes, that Red Bull) held this night for their music academy. Turned out they did noise music and their performers that night a huge favor in giving them exposure and allowing them to do their thing with no strings attached. These days, you now have auto manufacturers like Scion who are doing the same thing by putting their hands in the music cookie jar as well. They, too, also featured Merzbow with the same amount of respect and justice.

I left Output with only a couple of minor negatives. Who I didn’t get a chance to see was Ron Morelli, label head of L.I.E.S., who is now associated with Hospital Production’s distribution. Perhaps he may have been before entry or after dismissal. His works such as Spit (2013), Backpages (2013), and Periscope Blues (2014) and his label compilation Music For Shut-Ins (2014) were all of a result of Hospital which had me discover Morelli in the first place. Better luck next time. Second, there were a couple of shoving matches during Prurient and Merzbow’s sets, no thanks to a couple of pathetic jerkoffs who seemed to act more than happy during what was a serious noise session. One, especially, was quickly mini-fist-pumping and making sarcastic silly-faces during the show. Out of nowhere, some at the front were then pushed and shoved forward by said degenerates. Too bad Output had a zero tolerance policy for photos and video-taking but allowed these children to stay and almost fuck it up for everyone else who wanted to enjoy the show. I was hoping someone would give them a swing and have them carried the fuck out. Again, better luck next time.

Regardless of a couple of misses, this would be something I will take with me for years to come. The time I spent being where I truly want to be in New York City, the long walks to and from the G Train to Wythe Avenue, witnessing new people and an uncommon scene, seeing your intellectual heroes perform what you always enjoyed listening to, the total disparity of people waiting in near-empty subway terminals for twenty-minute arrival times, the hour-long wait at the Woodside terminal to ride the sunrise train back to Ronkonkoma and be home at six-thirty a.m. with being totally deplenished of all energy for work later that afternoon…I’ll do all of this again very soon.

[definitelynotshouting]

prompt for you: Devotion,Corruption, Fire

HI ANON FROM SEVERAL MONTHS AGO I HOPE THE WAIT FOR THIS WAS WORTH IT<3

ao3 link here

Conversion is a mangled corpse between the damp, moldy cracks of the Academy of Natural Magicks' stone basement; seconds dribble into hours, sloughing off time in snake-shed beats. Behind him, water drips from the ceiling– a slow, inexorable rhythm drifting forward to echo over waterlogged high beams. Each pass distorts them further, until the background patter fades into nothing more than a canvas of blank, white noise.

Scar's own whispers rustle within this gentle static. Tone soft, quiet– just low enough to parse over the filmy acoustics. Any louder and they too will warp, and this ritual requires more precision than his clumsy tongue can afford to fumble.

On a technical level, the rite he’s performing is paltry compared to what he executed all those heady months back– chalk-powder in concentric circles, a matchbook, the potential for flame. Simple. Too simple; any of his old professors (Academy-trained, tried, and true) would have failed him for presenting such a stripped summoning spell. But half the magic lies in intent– with enough bull-headed, scrabbling belief, you can claw anything into a shape of your choosing.

Grian had taught him that.

That belief is what brings him here now, sliding open his pilfered matchbox and drawing out a single stick. Scar shivers, chants through it with chattering teeth; they took his warm Academy robes when they cast him out, stripping him of all but a pittance of hard-won power. He suffers the indignity with raised gooseflesh, gritting his teeth against the urge to rub heat back into his bare arms.

Instead, for one long, slinking moment, Scar's eyes trace pockmarks in the match's head. Trails over its dips and curves, lungs fluttering, stomach clenched around a cold, bitter pit. Splinters dig beneath his fingernails as one last sibilant breath rushes from his lungs, carrying with it the final syllable that will mold his heart into an anchor. The Academy's basement wavers in response, as the weight of Scar's belief sinks into stone, wood, and skin alike.

One breath. Two. No room for doubt– no room for second chances. Scar strikes the match and, with a deft flick of his hand, tosses it into the chalk-powder.

A boiling wreath of fire bursts from the circle all the way up to the ceiling, licking hot and red as it kisses the high beams. Scar flinches– an ingrained response as heat sears against his skin in one sizzling wave– but roots his feet to the floor, straining against the urge to step back. Instead, he raises both hands, palms out in supplication, and threads his intent into the fire.

Scarlet flickers to gold; Scar's breath shudders to a halt as the flames twist in on themselves, molten and writhing. Shadows spin against the ancient stone walls, forming wild, manic shapes that spit and hiss as the water surrounding them evaporates. Scar pays them no mind. In his heart is an icy, begging chasm; he has never been inclined to pray before, but just this once–

But– there. Deep within the fire, a shiver; a conflagrant tongue splits off, forking into the crude mimicry of an elongated star. Scar's lungs hitch as the flames coalesce, forming thin, brilliant shapes. A head, neck, and torso. Stocky legs. Muscled arms. Gilded hands and feet. Until at last, the broad stretch of shimmering wings flares out from its back–

With a deafening rush, Grian steps forth into the basement.

The world, once hazy and undefined, sharpens: colors saturating, contrast blooming as his eyes adjust to the new, softer luminescence of the spirit before him. Grian is unchanged from the day they were separated; his hair is just as tousled, eyes just as dark and obsidian-deep. Behind him, his wings– pulsing with the inner fire that birthed them– unfurl, extending to only half their width before the tips of each primary brush the walls. Then they retract, trails of light following in their wake– a cascade of ribbons that dance before Scar's eyes.

The breath Scar sucks in is more tremor than actual inhale; layering beneath his pulse is an echo, razor sharp and burning, layering neat, barbed wire lines around his heart. It's done. It's done. The warm prickle of Grian's presence once again winds between his ribs, igniting his veins and crawling under his skin with the insistent thrum of power. And of Grian himself…

Grian's eyes are fathomless and ancient, but inside them is the vicious strike of flint and steel– his lips tug into a wild grin, honed teeth on full display. "Hello, Scar," he says, warm and fond, and at last, the ice that had crystallized beneath his sternum three months ago shatters.

Scar's rushing forward before the last syllable even rings out, arms open and reaching. They tumble into each other with the force of an earthquake; Grian snakes his own arms around Scar's back, clutching so tight his bones threaten to creak. The gooseflesh over Scar's arms dissipate– Grian is a solid line of heat against him, hair soft where it tickles his chin. Scar buries his face in it, breathes the charcoal, ashen scent of him; when Grian pushes his nose into Scar's clavicle, they both shudder, pressing impossibly closer.

"Y'know," Scar whispers at last, lips brushing the crown of Grian's head, "I was a little scared that wasn't going to work."

Grian pulls back to bark a raw, manic laugh that bounces off the walls around them. "That was genius, actually," he says, tilting his neck back to peer into Scar's eyes. Sparks of electricity jolt through him as the gravity behind that uncanny gaze once again drags him past the event horizon. "I should've known you were going to try something like this– I just didn't think it was possible."

"I didn't either!" An answering giggle tangles in Scar's throat; his lungs have filled with bubbles. "That was really nerve wracking, to be honest. I think I almost messed up a few words there, but–" he breaks off, too entranced by the golden shimmer of Grian's curls to continue that line of thought. It’s done; that’s what matters. With reverent fingers, he traces the curve of Grian's cheek, pushing back an errant strand of hair before tipping forward to fold a kiss into the supple skin of Grian's jaw. A sparkling tingle hums through his lips with the contact.

Grian clicks his tongue, one hand shifting up Scar's back to tangle in the long hair at his nape. "Risky," he murmurs, but threads of admiration weave between the notes of his voice. Scar sinks into it, eyes slipping shut as Grian's clever fingers begin massaging hypnotic circles into his scalp. "You're a crazy man, using a summoning ritual instead of rebreaking the seal. How on earth did you manage that?"

"Oh, with a little bit of this, a little bit of that." Scar keeps his voice light, airy, but the effect crumbles as his balance wobbles, swaying him on his own feet. Every sleepless night, every desperate plan, every biting grudge he'd tucked away in the interim between his expulsion and Grian's return to his arms rises up, snapping at his ankles– threatening to unspool him at his fraying seams.

Grian's arms tighten, steadying; with a gusty, tremulous exhale, Scar bends down to rest his head against Grian's shoulder.

For a long, simmering moment, silence holds court in the basement. Even the water plinking from the ceiling has volatilized; only the low beat of Scar's pulse, slowing from its hummingbird pace, remains.

"Did they hurt you?" Grian asks without warning, voice hoarse.

Scar stills. The memories of that night are etched into his bones, boiling within his marrow– it takes no effort to bring back the mocking bite of the shackles, the way every nerve had exploded in firework bursts as they stole the magick from him. Humiliation lingers in the cracks between memories, growing in thick, ramshackle vines– but this moment is too fragile for anything less than truth.

"It wasn't exactly pleasant," Scar admits, and shivers when Grian's hand flexes sharply in his hair.

"They'll pay for that," Grian says, bordering on a snarl that singes the air around them. Danger hisses along its edges; the thrill that shoots up Scar's spine is a familiar spike of jittery adrenaline, flooding his synapses with crystalline clarity. "For hurting you, and putting me back in that cage– never again, Scar. I won't be letting them get away with this."

And these are the words of a promise, spoken with scintillating power, sinking into the foundations of every brick and stone on the Academy's campus. Scar raises his head from Grian's shoulder, reaching up to cup his cherished, timeless face. Leans in; his lips mold to Grian's in a soft slide that firms from chaste to hungry within seconds, nipping teeth chased by the gentle swipe of a tongue.

"We'll kill them all," he breathes against Grian's mouth, and this too is a vow, painted against the soft, malleable flesh of Grian's lower lip. "Every last one of them."

"I'll hold you to that," Grian murmurs, and reels him back in for another heady kiss.