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snoopyracing · 8 months ago

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back to december // ln4

pairing: lando norris X reader

word count: 9k

warnings: swearing, alcohol use, and implied sex

includes: friends to lovers, pining, fluff, and angst.

summary: follows lando and the reader from the beginning of their relationship all the way until the end. based off of ‘back to december’ by taylor swift.

A/N: some of this is may not be biblically f1 accurate so please just close your eyes and pretend it is. who cares when the vibes are great. also don't forget.... i'm also just a girl...

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The days blurred together anymore, blurred into the same monotonous routine.

Wake up, get ready for work, go to work, come home, and then distract yourself from your own thoughts until it was time to go to bed. Some days were worse than others, but it was your own self destructive tendencies that got you into this state.

Today was a particularly shitty day, especially for a Friday. You couldn't wait to get home, but walking through the door to an empty apartment was something you still hadn't gotten used to. The bright warmness that always seemed to cascade through the apartment was replaced with dark coldness. The blinds were always shut now, the apartment could easily be mistaken for a vampire's liar at this point. The music that once played almost 24/7, that got you guys plenty of noise complaints, now collected dust on the shelf. The smell of dinner cooking as you walked through the door was now replaced with the Chinese takeout from two nights ago heating up in the microwave.

As you watched the plate spin your reflection in the yellow glow caught your attention. Oof. Have you really looked like this recently? The dark circles under your eyes looked like you had been taking up cage fighting as a hobby recently. You weren't sure how long you stood there, picking yourself apart, finding something new with each pass over yourself. The beeping from the microwave had been drowned out by your own thoughts.

Your phone had started to ring on the counter behind you, causing you to jump. Combine that with the now incessant beeping of the microwave and your heart was racing. You pressed answer, not bothering to glance at the caller id.

"Hello?" You asked as you opened the microwave, careful to not spill the plate as you picked it up with one hand.

The sound of your clearly already inebriated best friend filled your ears. "Heyyyyy!" You made your way to the couch, ready to stuff your face and then rot in your usual spot until you fell asleep. "I think you should get up off that couch and come over. We are having a little get together."

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her statement. She had tried multiple times after it had happened to get you to go out. She had once famously said 'the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else'. Something that you gave a hard pass to. You thought she had finally given up on trying to get you to go out. It had been maybe almost a month, if you remembered correctly, since your last invite. Also, her get little get togethers were never little. They always escalated into bigger than her house could handle parties. Not that was always a bad thing, it's just the more people the more of a chance for you to run into him, or one his friends. The idea made your stomach turn.

"Would love to, but I'm already settled in for the night. Plus, sounds like you've already started the party without me."

"Oh come on! Please come over. It's been almost three months. Even for just a little bit." Before you could decline again she was already begging for a second time. "Please. For me?"

She was right, it had been almost three months. Maybe a party could do you some good or even just getting out of this routine you've been in for months. Then your mind wandered back to the same person it always has for months. "Is he going to be there?"

"Why would he be here?"

Your eyes darted to the picture frame on the tv stand. Inside the white wooden frame was picture of him and you and all your shared friends. It was from a trip you all had taken last summer to Greece. You both looked so happy and in love, which back then you were. You really should have put that picture up a long time ago, but you couldn't. There were a lot of things you couldn't put away.

"Maybe because we have mutual friends?" You pried.

"He's probably busy this weekend or out of the country. It will be fine. Just please come."

You sighed looking up to find that same reflection from the microwave now residing in the black screen of the TV. As you glanced back between your reflection in the tv and the picture of you from almost a year ago, you decided it was time to get back to the girl you were in Greece. Even without him.

"Fine. Let me get ready and I'll be over." The squeal that came from your friend's mouth was borderline inhumane. "I'll see you in a little bit." But as you hung up the phone that creeping what the hell did i just agree to feeling had appeared.

You tried to push those thoughts aside and hurried to get ready. Maybe this sudden spontaneous so out of character decision for you lately would be a good thing. You slapped on some makeup, making sure to cover those horrible dark circles and chose a casual, yet still party worthy outfit. Honestly the person who stood staring back at you from the mirror looked like the old you. The old you, the you that was happier, the you that was and still is in love.

The uber ride to your friend's house thankfully wasn't that long, it didn't allow for you to psych yourself out and change your mind about going. As the driver pulled up to her house it didn't seem like that crazy of a party, so maybe it was just a little get together. You thanked the driver and made your way to the front door. You took a deep breath before entering, here goes nothing. As you closed to door behind you, your eyes scanned the room. Some familiar faces filled the space of the living room. They noticed your presence and gave you a smile, but nobody came over to talk. You weren't sure if you should be offended or thankful.

Weaving your way through the house, you were on a mission to find your friend, her house wasn't that big, it shouldn't take that long to find her. As you entered the kitchen you realized it was the most crowded room in the house, granted it was were all the drinks were at. You found your friend in the center of the crowd, of course, but as she spotted you coming towards her she stopped her conversations and closed the gap between the two of you. Her arms squeezed you in so tight you could barely breathe.

"I'm so glad you came!"

You smiled back at her, but wanted to get some drinks in to loosen up some. "Yeah, yeah. What about a drink? I know you've started without me."

"Here. Your favorite." She grabbed a beer from the counter, pushing it towards you.

Not your favorite, in fact you hated beer, but you took it with a smile on your face. Some more people began filtering into the kitchen. "I'm gonna go talk to them real quick." Your friend stated. She was gone before you could say anything.

You tried to find something else to drink, but it had seemed that all that was left was beer. What was this? Some high school party? You took a swig of the beer your friend had handed you, hoping your taste buds had changed, but you were wrong. The one swig was enough for you to set it back on the counter.

The kitchen was becoming a little too stuffy and your friend didn't seem to be making her way back to you anytime soon, so you slid out the door to the patio. The fresh air already making you feel better. There were some people out there, a group of guys passing around a joint and some other people just talking, but nothing like the crowd in the kitchen. The empty lounge chair at the corner of the patio was calling your name. With nothing to drink and not really anyone here that you would like to talk to, besides your friend, this party was not turning out like you had hoped. You leaned back in the chair, looking up at the night sky. You tried to find some of the constellations, but the city lights made it far too hard to do.

You could hear footsteps coming towards you and you assumed it was your friend finally coming to hang out, but it was someone far worse than that.

"I think I might see the big dipper." You froze in the chair, goosebumps formed on your skin as your stomach turned. There was no need to turn around to see who was behind you, you knew that voice anywhere. "Hi Y/N."

Hearing him say your name made your body turn towards him, but also made your heart ache. Hearing your name roll off his tongue once brought you so much joy. Now it was like a stab in the heart. Your eyes scanned over him.

Fuck.

He looked good, so good. Clearly he was doing better than you were. His tan skin somehow still glistened in the night time and his curls slightly moved with the night breeze. Even though it was dark, the light from the patio allowed you to still see those eyes of his. The ones that still made you weak in the knees.

"Hi Lando." You gave him a small smile.

Of course he would be here you thought. You should have known he would be here. You had an inkling your friend knew and did this on purpose. You could kill her, but then again it was nice to see him, even if it did hurt like a bitch.

He stared at you for a moment before taking a seat on the end on the lounge chair where your legs resided moments ago. Being in this close of proximity to him made your heart race. Fuck you missed him and it drive you crazy the effect he still had on you.

He noticed you weren't drinking anything and let out a small chuckle. "Still don't like beer huh?"

You smiled, "Never have, never will."

He nodded and looked down at his shoes. This was clearly one of the most awkward conversations you've had in a long time.

"So how's your family doing?" You thought that might be a good thing to ask, you loved his family, so in all seriousness it was a genuine question.

He took a swig of his beer. "Yeah they're good."

You just nodded at his dry answer. Could this get anymore awkward?

You could feel Lando staring at you, he took another swig of his beer before asking. "So how's your new found freedom?"

Ouch. Sensitive topic. You didn't want to talk about how much of a fuck up you were right now, so you deflected the conversation back to him. "Saw you made podium recently. Congrats."

He laughed dryly, he knew what you were doing. "Thanks."

You had started to pick at your nails, a nervous habit the both of you unfortunately shared. You didn't want your relationship to have turned out this way. You wanted to tell him right then and there that you were sorry. That you missed him more than anyone could imagine. That he didn't deserve what you put him through. That you still love him. The memories of you two came flooding back and as you two sat there on the lounge chair, close as strangers. Your mind hit replay.

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Lando had been in your life for years. You had met not to long after he had been brought onto the McLaren team. If you wanted to get specific it was at a celebratory party his friends had thrown him. You were invited through mutual friends. When you went that night you had no idea you had just met the man who three years later you would be in love with. Sure you thought he was good looking, who didn't? For awhile you just remained casual friends, really not even that close. After about a year and a half of seeing him at parties, sometimes at other friends houses, and out at clubs, something had started to fester inside of you.

Needless to say you were developing a little crush. It didn't help that when you did see each other, he always went out his way to talk to you. You could walk into the room and as soon as he noticed you, whatever conversation he was having was terminated and he was soon by your side. Some more time had passed and you had heard through the grapevine that Lando was seeing someone, it stung a little, but other than showing you some attention he had made no claim to you. So, what were you to do other than just get over it and hopefully find someone new to crush on.

Though, his new relationship didn't last long and soon enough he was back to charming you. The talking occasionally at gatherings turned into texting, that then turned into texting everyday, which turned into facetiming, and then turned into you two always hanging out when he was around hanging out.

The two of you would go out to eat, to the movies, or even just hang out at each others apartments. It was always a fun time as long as you were in each others presence. You attended some races that were closer to home, always so excited to see him do the one thing he loved. The races you didn't attend though, the two of you were always in contact. Something that you always made sure of was that he never went without his 'goodluck ♡' text from you.

It had gotten to the point where your friends for sure thought you guys were dating and the public had a hunch too. You couldn't deny that your feelings for him were way beyond crush status at this point. And to say you would have rather ate glass than ask him how he felt about you was an understatement. The idea of Lando rejecting you was something that kept you up at night, so your feelings remained bottled up. That was until a sunny race day last spring.

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Spring - i miss your tan skin, your sweet smile. so good to me, so right.

Lando had asked you weeks ago to come the upcoming Grand Prix in Australia. You were hesitant, Australia would be the furthest you had ever been from home and it made you a little nervous. At least, that's what you told him. The real truth was that you would've loved to go to Australia, especially to watch him race, but you just couldn't stand to be around him. Your feelings for him were making it so hard to be in his presence, especially with his naturally flirty personality. Your friends kept telling you that you were blind and that he was totally into you, but those statements always rolled off your back. To you, there was no way he felt that the same way you felt about him. So to try and protect yourself from one sided heartbreak, you distanced yourself.

All that work failed though, because here you were a week later on a plane to Australia. It didn't take much more begging from Lando for you to finally cave. Hell, he even wanted you to come early with him, but you drew the line. He had work to do and you didn't want to be in the way, because knowing Lando recently, he would have wanted you with him 24/7. Which was really tampering with your distancing yourself from him plan.

Two connecting flights later and you were finally landing in Melbourne. As you departed from the plane and collected your bags you realized maybe you should have come earlier with him. The airport was insanely busy and trying to get a Uber was going to be a huge and expensive pain in the ass.

You pulled out your phone from your pocket to see if there was even any Ubers available when a text from Lando popped up.

Lan: I've tried to send this damn message like 10 times. Wait. I hope everything's ok with the plane.....Tbh I think I would have gotten an alert or something. Or I would hope your last dying text would go to me. Anyways... text me as soon as you land. I've got a car waiting for you to bring you to the track.

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but was very thankful for him always taking care of you. Hell, the cost alone of your plane ticket was enough to make your eyes bulge, but he took care of it like it was nothing.

You: I'm alive. The wifi sucked on the last plane. Actually don't think I can ever do 26 hours of traveling again... consider yourself lucky Norris.

It didn't take but a minute for him to respond.

Lan: I was starting to get worried. Just saying it would have been much better if you just flew down with me days ago...

You: Perhaps.... I'll see you soon.

The ride to the track was beautiful. The sun had just made its grand entrance to the world as you looked out the window. You tried to look at as much as you could on the drive over, wanting to experience as much as you could with what time you had in Australia.

Lando was waiting for you when you arrived, paddock pass in hand. Cheesy smiles were painted on both of your faces as he pulled you into a hug. His cologne alone made you weak in the knees, let alone the feeling of being in his arms.

"Missed ya," he mumbled.

As you pulled away from him you were able to get a good long look at him. There was something about him during race weekends that just made him come alive, made him hotter. Not to mention how sunkissed he looked. Australia had been very kind to him and it was something you could get used to.

He grabbed your hand pulling you along with him. "Come on. Some stuff we need to do before race time." He was being very touchy today and you could feel yourself starting to become putty in his hands.

You got about ten steps before remembering your luggage. "Wait Lan! My bags!" You turned around to see the car had left.

"Don't worry about it. I've got it taken care of."

He always seemed to be doing that, taking care of you.

The place was already alive as the two of you walked around. In a few short minutes you were in his private room and miraculously so was your luggage "You can relax in here for awhile, or do whatever. I've got some things to do but I'll come get you before the race ok?"

You nodded at him and he closed the door behind him. Glancing around the room your eyes landed on the couch and decided a quick power nap may do you some good. You weren't asleep but maybe a half an hour when the constant sound of text notifications woke you up. You grabbed your phone, nothing, not a single text. You thought maybe you were dreaming it and then you heard it again. You looked to your left to see Lando's phone on the side table. He must have forgotten it.

You weren't trying to be nosy, but you were curious as to who was blowing up his phone like that. Quickly grabbing it you saw multiple texts from multiple people from the McLaren team asking where he was at. Must be missing an interview or something you thought. Then you saw something that caught your eye, his lock screen. Behind all the text notifications was a picture of you two. It was after the the first race of his you had ever come to watch. He had a not so great finish to the race and you knew he was going to be hard on himself. So when he made it back to the garage, you were there with arms wide open, a gesture he gladly accepted. Someone must have snapped a picture of you two and sent it to him.

It was a cute picture, but your head was trying to comprehend why he had it as his lock screen. You kept telling yourself that friends don't make pictures like that their lock screen. Then your mind went to the idea of him feeling the same way about you and you could feel your heart starting to race. You weren't going to get your hopes up, but as you put the phone back on the side table you couldn't help but hold on to a little sliver of hope.

It was getting close to race time so you grabbed your bags to get ready. Of course you put on some McLaren attire, specifically some with the number four on it. Just as you were putting on your shoes there was a knock on the door and Lando's head peaks in.

"Ready?" But when he notices you've got on not just any regular McLaren shirt, but his branded one, a small smirk forms on his face.

"Yep. Let's go." You head towards the door, but stop and grab his phone. "Oh wait. I think you might've forgotten this earlier."

His cheeks flush as you hand it over to him, he knows you had to have looked at it, he knows you saw his lock screen. "There it is. Was looking for it all over." He tried to act cool as he shoved it in his pocket.

Lando leads you all through the McLaren area and some people say hi, remembering you from some of the previous races you had attended. He talks to some of the team, and as you stand back and watch you can't help but admire him. How much dedication he puts in is insane and you hoped he would get that well deserved win soon. It wasn't long before the two of you headed back towards his room so he could get ready for the race. You knew he liked to spend this time alone, he had his traditions, so you lingered in the doorway.

"You need anything before I go?"

A confused expression washed over his face. "Go where?"

Now you had the confused expression. "I figured you'd want to be alone."

"Why would I fly you all the way out here to not spend time with you?" He scooted over on the couch making room for you next to him. "C'mere."

As you fully stepped into the room and closed the door, you could feel the mood in the room change. It felt even more strange when you sat next to him on the couch. You tried to make small talk to make it less awkward. "Nervous for the race?" You weren't even looking at him when you asked the question, which was a dumb one at that.

His fingers gently grabbed your chin. "Would you look at me?" Your head turned to face his, his fingers still lingered near your face. His eyes never leaving yours and you could feel your cheeks getting warm.

Your heart was nearly beating out of your chest. "Lan-"

"God you drive me crazy." His hand now had made a home on your thigh. "In a good way."

"Lando what are you doing?" If he thought you were driving him crazy, he should see how he's making you feel.

He paused, like he was trying to figure out what to say. "Putting my heart and today's race on the line."

Oh god

"Here goes nothing." He took a deep breath. "As much as it sounds like a cliche. I truly think I liked you from the very first time we met. I just didn't realize it until much later. Then I got into my head and figured you didn't feel the same about me as I did you. I tried to push those feelings aside, but as we started to spend more time together, they just kept growing. Then it got to the point where you were the only thing I could think of, only person I wanted to be around. You're my favorite person and one of my biggest supporters. The idea of you not being in my life, not being mine, drives me insane. I want you to be at every race, cheering me on, with my number on you." He glanced at the LN4 on your shirt then back up at you. "Looks like I've got one of those things accomplished already."

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire and as much as you wanted to spill your guts to him too, you were too stunned to speak. Lando tried to read your body language for any sign that you felt the same and after no response from you he started to get nervous. "God. I hope I didn't just fuck everything up between us."

The idea of him being scared shitless of rejection just like you was amusing to you and a grin had plastered itself onto your face. Then before you could even realize what you were doing you were practically in his lap, with your lips on his. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you back. God, did it feel amazing. You couldn't lie you had fantasized about kissing him many a times but you were happy to say the real thing was even better than you had imagined.

As the two of you pulled away both grinning like fools, he asked the question. "Now, are you gonna be mine? So when I win this race I can kiss my girlfriend and celebrate with my girlfriend?"

You simply replied. "Yes."

Things may have escalated at that point and the two of you may have been slightly making out until it was time for him to leave. As he gave you one final kiss as he left, you stayed seated on the couch, trying to collect yourself. The high you were riding was like no other and you pinched yourself to make sure what had just happened was real.

The giddiness was still at an all time high as you tried to focus on the race and you had to admit half the time you were thinking about kissing him again. There were only a couple laps left and Lando had been holding steady at P3 for quite some time now and as he entered the final lap you could hear some yelling from his team and then you saw it. He was inching to pass Lewis and Max and then all at once it happened. Lando was in the lead with the checkered flag in sight and within a second he had won his first F1 Grand Prix. Your chair went hurling backwards as you jumped up cheering. The whole McLaren team was yelling and celebrating.

Lando hurried to find you before he took the podium and when he saw you he ran towards you, of course you got your kiss as promised. Must have been the adrenaline because it was even better than before. "My good luck charm." He said before giving you one last kiss and hurrying off to the podium.

As you watched him take the top spot your heart swelled. It was a long time coming and you were beyond proud. You realized your life would never be the same, but with him by your side it was something to look forward to.

Summer - i think about summer, all the beautiful times. i watched you laughin' from the passenger's side and realized i loved you.

The past couple months had been a whirlwind. You honestly weren't sure how Lando did this for nine months out of the year. Between somehow still balancing work and then traveling on most of the weekends you were drained. Sure, you were nothing but grateful that you even got to tag along and experience these amazing places with your boyfriend. It's just that sometimes you craved just simple quality time between the two of you.

The past weekend had been a home race and luckily there was a gap week before the next race in Hungary. Lando promised you that this weekend would be filled with things that you wanted to do. You just hoped he didn't mind doing nothing.

The first day was great, the two of you basically just rotted in bed all day. It was nice to actually relax for once and you could tell Lando was taking full advantage of it. Although, by the afternoon of the next day you were both getting slightly antsy. Boredom, believe it or not had set in. Apparently you had become more accustomed to the busy lifestyle than you thought. You tried to occupy your brain with playing some games on your phone, but it did nothing for you. Lando had plopped down next to you on the couch with a sigh. You glanced over at him, boredom was written all over him.

"I can't believe I'm saying this but we-"

"Need to get the hell out of this place?" He was already up and putting on his shoes and tossing a pair of yours towards you before you could reply back. You hurried to put yours on as he was already heading towards the door.

"Where are we going?" You asked as you got into his car.

He gave you a small shrug. "Nowhere in particular"

Lando had one hand on the steering wheel and the other was already reaching out for your hand before you guys had even left the parking garage. As you intertwined your fingers with his you used your free hand to pick out some music. Lando always let you choose the music when you guys were in the car together. He did the driving and you were the dj. You liked to tease him that you were a better dj than he ever was, which always earned you some eye rolls.

You hadn't really been paying attention to the time, but by the beautiful pinks and oranges that were painted in the sky, you realized the sun was setting. You didn't mind though, you were having a good time. It had gotten to the point in the car ride though, where your music was just put on shuffle and it was always a fun guessing game to see what would pop up next. The opening chords to Promiscuous by Nelly Furtado and Timbaland came on and Lando was convinced he could sing both parts. By the end of the song both of you were out of breath. Him from trying to do both parts and failing, he couldn't even remember half the words, and you from laughing at him.

Golden hour cascaded through the car and as he laughed along with you he looked so perfect. If you could you would have framed this moment in time, so you would have it with you always.

As you pulled up to a red light he looked over at you a small smile on his face. "You know you're lucky I love you. No one gets away with poking fun at my singing."

Your heart skipped a beat. You guys hadn't said that you loved each other yet, but if you were to pick a moment this would have been a perfect one. You had been wanting to say it to him for awhile now, but once again was too scared to make the first move.

"Well I have never been so honoured than to be loved by the Lando Norris." You teased him.

He scoffed at you. "Oh knock it off."

You rolled your eyes as you leaned over the console. You got as close as you could to his lips without kissing him.

"I love you too." You whispered.

"You better."

His lips closed the gap within seconds, and his hand cupped the side of your face. It didn't last long though as the car behind you guys blared its horn. The two of you were too busy to see that the light had turned green.

"Oops." You laughed as you got situated back in your seat.

"Yeah yeah." Lando grumbled as he sped off.

The whole ride back to your place you couldn't wipe the smile you had off your face. You really were so head over heels in love with him. Looking back you were so glad that you got on that plane to Australia back in March. Who knows what your life would have been like right now if you hadn't. All you knew was that you loved him and you couldn't imagine your life without him.

Fall - how you held me in your arms that september night. the first time you ever saw me cry.

The Japan Grand Prix was this weekend and you were excited to be going. You had always wanted to visit Japan and what a better reason than to be supporting the man you loved. You even decided to fly in early with Lando to maybe go do some sight seeing.

The two of you spent the day exploring all that Japan had to offer. Even if it was just one day the two of you made the most of it. You did all the touristy stuff and between the two of you, a photo album probably could have been filled with all the pictures you took.

You walked hand in hand back to the hotel, feet aching from all the walking you had done today. As soon as you entered your room Lando collapsed onto the bed.

"I'm gonna be so tired for practice tomorrow." He was laying on his back with his hands behind his head. Which in turn caused his shirt to ride up exposing his toned stomach. Something that he knew drove you crazy. You kicked your shoes off and walked to the edge of the bed where he laid, smirking at you. That little shit knew what he was doing. Climbing onto the bed you straddled him, making sure to grind your hips a little as you sat on him. A groan escaped past his lips and now you were the one with a smirk on your face.

"I'm gonna give you something to actually be tired about tomorrow Norris." Your fingers trailed along his exposed skin and up under his shirt. You could feel him shiver under you and knowing the power you had over him always went straight through you. Although, your fun didn't last for long. You felt his hands grip your waist and just like that you were the one on your back as he hovered over you.

"I don't know about that." His voice was smooth and low and you knew you were in for it tonight.

When you awoke the next morning he was already gone for practice and the long night the two of you shared replayed in your head as you got ready for the day. If he thought he was tired last night you could only imagine what he felt like this morning.

The next two days went by pretty fast and before you knew it, it was race day. It had started like any other race day too. Over the past couple months Lando had created some new pre race traditions that included you. They weren't anything crazy, if anything they were super sweet. The one that you always liked was that he wanted you to be the last thing he saw before he got into the car. Now in reality that really wasn't possible he was going to see lots of other people, but he always made sure you were out there when he got into the car. And of course his number one priority, I love you's and good luck kisses.

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The race was almost over and it had been a good one, if Lando could hold his position he'd likely finish P2. There were four laps to go and as you watched the screen closely you saw something that made your blood run cold. You weren't even sure how it happened, but one second Lando's coming towards a left turn and the next his car is flipping.

It felt like everything was happening in slow motion. You could see the team freaking out trying to get in contact with him, but the loud ringing in your ears made the once noisy environment silent. You could feel yourself start to hyperventilate as you saw the red flag being waved on the screen.

You hadn't even realized you were crying until someone from the team came over snapping you out of your trance.

"Is he okay? Please tell me he's ok!"

"We haven't been able to get in contact with him. We think the comms got damaged in the crash. They are working on getting him out now."

The state of his car on the screen made you sick to your stomach. It was all mangled and the longer it took for them to get him out the sicker you felt. The tears just wouldn't stop falling, worst case scenario kept replaying in your mind.

After a couple more painfully long minutes you see what you would call a miracle pop up on the screen. They've gotten Lando out and he's walking. Well walking as best as he can with two people on either side of him, but he's alive. Relieved sighs and thank gods are heard from his team.

You don't even have time to try and collect yourself because within a matter a seconds you're whisked away by someone on the team that you've never met and being shoved into the backseat of a car. "Wait I want to see him! Let me see him!"

"He's already on the way to the hospital. You'll see him there." Before you could respond the door is shut in your face.

Rude.

The drive to the hospital took forever. You were positive you had gotten every red light and to top it off were stuck in standstill traffic at least twice. It seemed like the only thing going fast was your mind. Even though you saw him up, that still didn't mean he couldn't have serious injuries.

The car hadn't even come to a complete stop at the hospital and you were opening the door and hightailing it towards the entrance. Thankfully there was someone from the team waiting for you to arrive, but as you approached them you prepared yourself for the worst.

"Please tell me he's okay." You could feel the tears start to well up again.

As they guided you towards his room they explained his condition. "Overall he's fine. He's pretty banged up, no serious internal injuries or broken bones though. I'd say we all witnessed a miracle today. Thank god for the halos."

They stopped outside a door, the one you assumed Lando was on the other side of. "He's still pretty out of it, but he has been asking for you. So that's a good sign." You glanced at the door, funny how you couldn't wait to see him, but now that the time has finally arrived, you were almost scared to open the door. "Go on." The team member nodded for you to enter the room.

You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door. For some reason you thought, maybe he wouldn't be in there. That this was all just a bad dream, but there he was. He was asleep, his chest slowly rising and falling. The sight of him in the hospital bed and finally processing what happened an hour ago hit you all at once and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. You tried be quiet, the last thing you wanted to do was wake him up. You slipped back out the door as you tried to collect yourself. People walking past gave you concerned glances as you sat against the wall with your head in in your hands.

Once the tears had subsided you quietly entered the room again, but to your surprise he was awake. His eyes lit up when he saw you. "Hi baby." He had reached his hand out to you.

You smiled at the term of endearment and took his hand in yours. Your eyes scanned over him, looking for any serious injuries. He had some scrapes and obvious bruises, but nothing that looked too bad. You seriously didn't know how he got this lucky. "You scared the shit out of me Lan. I thought I had lost you."

There they were again, the tears. You had tried to quickly wipe them away, but Lando had beat you to it. His hand gently cupped your face as he thumb wiped away your tears. "Don't cry. I don't like seeing my girl cry." He whispered.

This in turn made you cry more.

Lando tried to console you. "Baby. I'm fine. I promise. Honestly you can't get rid of me that easily." He patted the slightly empty space next to him in the bed. You were unsure, you didn't want to hurt him or make him uncomfortable. "Come on. I think some love from my love is just what the doctor ordered."

You slowly climbed onto the bed next to him, but as you tried to snuggle in close to him he winced. You immediately sat up, ready to sit in the chair next to the bed. "It's fine. It's fine. I just have some bruised ribs." You gave him a questioning look, like you didn't believe him. "That's all it was. I promise. Now please come here." He tugged on your the hem of your shirt. "I want to hold you."

Somehow the two of you made it work in the small hospital bed, but you still weren't entirely convinced this was a good idea. Although you couldn't lie and say it didn't feel nice to be in his arms. It was the one place where you always felt safe and felt comfort. You traced small designs on his arm, something you knew that brought him peace.

You felt him place a kiss on the top of your head. "I love you."

Hearing him say those three words was something you swore you would never get tired of hearing. You raised your head to look at him, and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. "I love you more."

The two of you sat in silence for some time before Lando spoke up.

"I've got to ask you something and I need you to be so honest with me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, already knowing what his question was going to be. "Don't worry pretty boy, your face doesn't have a single scratch on it."

He let out a deep sigh. "Oh thank god."

If there was one thing you had learned from being with Lando for these past six months was that there was never a dull moment with him. Even after near death experiences he still knew how to somehow lighten the mood. Although, it was something you were thankful for, because after a day like you had, you truly don't know what you would do if he wasn't in your life.

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Winter - then the cold came, the dark days. when fear crept into my mind. you gave me all your love and all i gave you was goodbye

Off season had arrived around a week ago. A time that you had looked forward to for months was finally here and you were miserable. Well, perhaps you weren't miserable, but mentally you were struggling.

It had all started in October, a couple weeks after Lando's crash. An article had gotten spread around that you were cheating on him with Charles. Someone had gotten ahold of a picture of you and Charles leaving from a dinner party. You guys had decided to leave out the back after hearing about all the paparazzi out front. As you guys exited the building you gave Charles a hug goodbye. It wasn't something uncommon between you two, you guys had become close friends over the year.

What the two of you didn't know though is that there was a pap hiding in the back, just hoping for a moment like the one you guys had just given him. The pap had taken the picture at just the right angle and far away enough that it looked like you and Charles were kissing. Did the pap think to take a picture of Lando who was right behind you and Charles? Or take a picture of Charles and Lando saying goodbye? No. All they wanted was a story to sell.

That next morning when you saw the article you couldn't help but laugh and Lando did the same exact thing when you showed him. Although the laughter stopped when you scrolled through Twitter. You had always had a good relationship with the fans, and the media left you alone really up until recently. Sure there were gonna be some fans that just didn't like you. It was just something that came with the territory of dating someone like Lando. It was something that never bothered you, but as you scrolled through Twitter all you saw was hateful tweet after hateful tweet.

You couldn't believe that people actually thought you were cheating on Lando. Gold-digger was used quite frequently in the insulting comments. You just tried to shake it off, people would eventually get over it. Lando and you knew it wasn't true and that was all that mattered. Though the straw that would break the camel's back would come two months later.

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Social media hadn't been that bad recently, maybe people were feeling the holiday spirit and had decided to lay off you for a while. As you scrolled through your notifications you noticed had gotten tagged in a tweet a couple times. You figured it was probably just another fake tabloid, but clicked on it anyways.

when's Y/N gonna realize her time with lando is ticking.... he can never make it past 10 months with a girl. probably already scoping out someone new on insta.

the way all his past relationships have ended the same way lmao. it's like he sees that one year anniversary and says i gotta go!

You rolled your eyes as you locked your phone, tossing it next to you on the couch. Why couldn't people just stay out of your relationship?

The more you sat on the couch the more the little gears in your head turned. You had never really asked or did any digging on Lando's past relationships. You never really had a reason to, and you didn't want to compare yourself to some undoubtedly beautiful women. But here you were getting back on your phone and going down the rabbit hole. You didn't want what people were saying to be true, but the more you dug, the more it was confirmed. What a lovely thing to have constantly in the back of your mind now.

Christmas was in almost a week and your birthday not to long after that. You had been trying to just focus on the upcoming holidays and not that little nagging in the back of your head about Lando leaving you. That was easier said than done. He had been distant recently and you just knew what was coming. It broke your heart because you had so looked forward to spending the holidays with him, but it seemed like he was always busy. You gave him the benefit of the doubt when he said he was going to do some extra training during the off season to come back even stronger after his crash, but how much training could you do.

You would text him and not get a response for hours or you would ask him if he wanted to go do something and he was busy training or with his friends already. You wouldn't consider yourself clingy, but the fact that you hadn't seen him once the week leading up to Christmas was causing you to spiral. You shouldn't have been so stupid enough to get involved with someone like Lando. Should have known before you guys even got together that he would get bored of you. Every version of self doubt entered your mind as you sat on the couch staring at the Christmas tree in the corner.

It was Friday December 22nd when you broke your own heart and Lando's.

You've had enough. You were going to break it off. Be done. Rather break it off now on your terms than be blindsided by him. You pulled your phone out to text him.

You: Hey, can you come over today?

For the first time in weeks he responded in a timely manner.

Lan: Yes, I was just about to text you asking If you were going to be home today. I need to talk to you.

There it was. He needed to talk to you.

About and hour later he had shown up. You were in your room putting away some laundry when you heard him clear his throat from behind you. You took a second to compose yourself before turning around to look at him.

"Hey." You said softly.

"Hey."

You sat down on the edge of your bed, you weren't sure how you should go about this. You felt sick to your stomach, was this the right thing to do? You were about to ruin the best thing that ever happened to you.

When Lando sat down next to you you felt like all the air in the room had disappeared.

He shifted his body to face you and took your hands in his. Here it comes you thought.

"So I-"

As soon as he began to speak you cut him off.

"We should break up."

His eyebrows furrowed and have you a confused look. "Sorry. What?"

"I'm breaking up with you." You swallowed thickly, you could feel that familiar lump forming in your throat. You couldn't read his face at all, it was almost like he was emotionless. Your looked down at your still intertwined hands. "I'm breaking up with you Lan. I know you're bored of me. So it's better to just get it over with now. I know that's why you came over today." You pulled your hands away from his.

His eyes shifted down to his now empty hands, then back up to your eyes. Shaking his head as he got up from your bed, he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest. "What are you talking about 'that's why I came over today?'"

"Don't play dumb Lan, I-"

He scoffed. "You don't get to call me that as you're breaking my fucking heart."

You felt the first tear slide down you cheek. "I know about all your past relationships. How you can't stay with someone for longer than ten months. You get bored and you were clearly getting bored with me."

He threw his hands up in the arm, he was getting mad. "Why would I be getting bored of you? And what does my past relationships have to do with US?"

"People on twitter-"

His face was red and he was talking (yelling) with his hands. "Oh my god! Here we go! I told you, especially after the Charles thing to just stay clear of social media. All they do is get into your head!"

Now you were up, voice rising to match his. This wasn't going to end pretty. "Well sorry I didn't have my boyfriend here to reassure me. To tell me that it wasn't true! Christmas is in three goddamn days and I've barely seen you!" You were sure to be getting a noise complaint later.

"I've been busy!"

Your arms were now crossed. "Busy finding someone new?"

Lando thought his head was going to explode. Where the hell has all this come from? "Jesus Christ! I haven't been cheating on you! All that shit on twitter is just stuff to try and get between us. Which it clearly did it's job."

The tears were falling pretty steadily by now and you could see Lando wipe away a few of his own. "If you weren't cheating or planning on leaving me than what were you doing? What was so important that you couldn't barely be bothered to see me recently?"

He threw his hands up in defeat. "It was a fucking surprise! I had came over today to tell you, I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I planned an early birthday surprise dinner for you tomorrow and at the party I was going to give you your gift that I had been working out too. That's why I had been so distant. I didn't want to ruin something I had worked so hard on."

Lando had sat back down on you bed, his head in his hands. You just stood there, flabbergasted. How could you be so fucking stupid? You had just ruined the best thing in your life over some stupid doubts.

"What was the gift?" You asked softly.

"Two weeks in Italy. We'd leave the day after Christmas. Spend your birthday in paradise." He looked you dead in the eye. "Only the best for the love of my life."

You felt like you couldn't breathe. What the fuck did you just do? You knew there was no coming back from this.

"Why didn't you just come to me about your doubts?" Lando asked.

You shrugged. "The seed was already so deeply planted and you weren't coming around even when I asked."

"Yeah, well maybe if you would have stayed off social media this wouldn't have happened." He was back to be shitty and that meant so were you.

"Well maybe I'm glad I didn't. So now I don't have to deal with people hating me for just loving you. Or people constantly invading my private life. I want to be free to do whatever I want! Without worrying if it will tarnish your image or create drama!"

His eyes narrowed at you, you clearly struck a nerve. "You're unbelievable you know that? I loved you with all my fucking heart and I can't help that what I do for a living puts the people I love in the public eye! I tried to protect you from it, believe me I did. So I'm sorry for being a burden on your freedom." You had never seen him so mad before, so hurt. It hurt you even more knowing you were the one who caused it.

His words stung, you didn't mean for what you said to come out that way. "Lan-" He had started to walk out of your room and you tried to grab his arm, but he just yanked it away from you.

"No, please, go enjoy your new found freedom."

Seconds later your apartment door slams shut and your left standing in your room a heartbroken idiot. That night was filled with many tears, a bottle of wine, a long facetime call to your best friend, and some more tears as your scrolled through pictures of the two of you on your phone.

The next morning hit you like a freight train. Your head was pounding you weren't sure if it was from the wine or the sobbing, probably a combination of both. You shuffled to the living room and stopped in your tracks when you noticed the bouquet of roses on the coffee table. You picked up the notecard and the crying started all over again as you read it.

For my love, Happy early birthday baby! I love you more than you'll ever know. I don't know how I got so lucky to have someone like you in my life. You're my best friend, my number 1 supporter, and the best girlfriend I could ever ask for. -Love Lando

God, you had fucked up so badly. How could you ever think a man so in love with you like he was, was planning on leaving you? The part that hurt the most was that you still loved him. You loved him so much it made you sick. You only did what you did to protect yourself and look at where it got you. A broken heart that you were sure was beyond fixable. The only person who would be able to fix it, just had his broken by you. Maybe you should quit your day job and just become a professional heartbreaker, it was something you were clearly good at.

Christmas and your birthday were beyond shitty that year and the roses he gave you had died on your birthday, how fitting you had thought. After the holidays is when you fell into your self loathe spiral that had been going on for three months now. You thought back to December all the time. How you wished you could fix things, but you had never thought that was a possibility until you saw Lando at that party.

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Present

You still nervously picked at your fingernails, you wanted to badly to try and make things right, or at least tell him you were sorry. Fuck it you thought. You swallowed your pride and turned towards him to speak.

"I'm sorry about that day Lando." There was no comment from him, so you just kept going and once you started you couldn't stop. "I think about it all the time. I wish I could turn back time, and somehow change my mind or at least change what happened. I would have came to you with my doubts or when you came over that day I would have let you speak and not interrupted you."

Still no response from him, he just watched you intently. "And to answer your question earlier about my freedom... it's just been filled with missing you."

You took a deep breath before continuing to speak. "I still love you, and I know you probably hate me. And this is me just wishfully thinking, but I hope you would give me a second chance in the future. I know you didn't deserve what I put you through. I'm sorry, so sorry."

Your heart was beating so fast and you felt like you could throw up. You prayed he felt the same way and he would hold you in his arms and tell you that it was ok. That things could go back to the way they were before you fucked everything up, but that only happens in fairy tales or romance movies. Two things your life is not.

Lando sighed, took one final swig of his beer, and got up off the lounge chair. And for the second time, you watched him walk out of your life.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris fanfic #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #hahaha who else is feeling the brain rot #i havent written in so long i hope this isn't complete dog shit #woof #LITERAL BRAIN ROT #im down bad tbh #anyways...#mine #writing

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DIRECTOR’S CUT ON EVERYBODY WANTS TO LOVE YOU PRETTY PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE

A director's cut of the whole fic? You spoil me. This is a lot of info about the behind the scenes lore and characterization I had in my head while writing. This is for the director's cut prompt for Everybody Wants to Love You.

Fic Idea

I knew I'd wanted to write Choscar for ages, but couldn't figure out an angle for it. Then, at like 2 pm last Thursday, I was joking about how Charles is probably terrible in bed and how I thought it'd be funny to write a fic with that premise.

Separately, I'd been chatting about how I find it annoying when fics depict characters with vaginas coming from having their holes licked or having a character's nose bump their clit. Like ... godspeed to people who can come like that, but it is not believable to me, personally. So I've been wanting to write a fic about cunnilingus for ages just to, like, correct the record.

These two ideas combined to create the idea for Everybody Wants to Love You, and I thought Oscar would be perfect because him as a service top felt believable to me.

Charles's Characterization

I think Charles often gets written as quite sensitive and smart in F1 fics, when my understanding of Charles is "beautiful, overconfident man who has never been told no in his life." Like, these passages are just how Charles thinks™️ to me:

Charles didn’t understand why Pierre was making such a big deal out of this. It wasn’t like Charles was asking Pierre out. He just needed Pierre to help him, something Charles thought friends, especially lifelong friends, were supposed to do for each other.

Key point here: PIerre is with Kika in this fic. Charles literally knows this and does not care, doesn't even check with Pierre about whether Kika's okay with it. Just assumes everyone will be Happy to Help.

“I was thinking maybe you would like to fuck me,” Charles said.

The way Charles phrases this sentence is sew important. He doesn't ask, doesn't say he needs it, instead focuses on Oscar and says that Oscar would "like" it.

Charles took a gamble. “And you find me attractive, no?”

Again, Charles just assuming everyone wants him/finds him attractive until proven otherwise.

I also wanted to confirm that Charles has been Bad in Bed without explicitly saying "Charles is Bad in Bed," because this is from Charles's POV and he has no clue how terrible he is. Some examples:

So why did it hurt when he touched himself the same way he touched them? He decided it must be some strange quirk of his vagina.

Charles just absolutely refusing to acknowledge that he's doing anything wrong, must be his new pussy. The implication here is that Charles has, potentially, never made a woman come before.

Charles knew he’d never looked like that between someone’s legs.

Charles bad at eating out confirmed.

Charles thought about telling Oscar to switch it up, keep things interesting the way Charles normally did when he was eating girls out.

Again, Charles being terrible at eating out lmao.

Like I adore Charles in this fic, because while I think he's an extreme version of real-world Charles, I do think they share the total confidence in doing things they are actually bad at. I always think about that "Everything But F1" video where Charles knows absolutely nothing about music, even though he plays piano.

Oscar's Characterization

Ok SO the most important thing that I didn't put in this fic, is that Oscar has had a crush on Charles since at least the Monaco GP. He mentions in the fic that he ended his relationship right after Monaco, and that is very much because of Charles. So when Charles approaches him and is like "Want to fuck the Chussy?" Oscar is very much onboard even though he's taken aback by Charles's bluntness. Oscar's crush is also why he's so worried about confirming that Charles wants him specifically.

Oscar also just is a service top in this fic, and has been long before Charles.

The Ending

I debated including the last line:

“Why would I?” Oscar asked. He flashed his eyes down to where his fingers were sliding into Charles, lips parting at the sight. “You’ve got such a pretty one right here.”

I didn't want this to be a feminization fic, and I don't think either of them really have a fetish for that, but, in my head, they definitely have a thing for Charles having a pussy. So the last line is just Oscar playing with that and also confirming that he likes Charles the way he is at the end of the fic, with his dick back. I didn't want there to be any implication that Oscar was "disappointed" about Charles going back to his normal body.

In my original draft, Charles comes immediately when Oscar says that last line, but I thought it'd be punchier to just end with the line.

That's all!!! I loved writing this!!!!!

#everybody wants to love you #choscar #director's cut #f1 fanfic #asks

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zingaplanet · 2 years ago

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Oh sweet! I love random asks game! ❤️ tx for this mutuaaaaaaaaall 🔥 hopefully I have some spicy stories to tell 💅

1. Hmm I'm still figuring it out! I def def think everyone should be called by a pronoun they identified with the most, it's just that I haven't really figured that one out yet 😉 ask me in a couple of years n maybe i'll know!

2. 23 (ik don't hate on me I'm not a Gen Z don't worry, I wasn't born as a crawling ipad baby and I def def didn't miss out on the backstreet boys era 🤌)

3. Ppl really say interesting shits for their fav colour but I actually just don't have one lol. I've been trying to figure this out for 3/4 of my life and I simply give up. SOME PPL JUST DON'T HAVE A PERSONAL IDENTITY OK 😭😭 lol but I think the reason for this is because I love creating art a lot (🎨!) and that means I love colour combinations! I like when colours mish mash n do wicked jiggly stuffs n not just be.. i dunno... GREEN. Isn't that boring? I mean LOOK AT THE POTENTIAL YOU COULD'VE BECOME

4. Ok lol look at hyperactive me answering questions that haven't been asked yet so yes I LOVE ART!! ❤️ Love all kinds of art, that means I draw, paint, make music, write poetries and whacky angsty heartbreakingly cliched short stories. I can also be found making music/wandering round the impressionism section in galleries very very creepily at around 9pm.

5. The golden child. Da boy. Da son of the sun. The- ok. You get what i mean right?

I actually like Rafa for a very personal reason because his work ethic and general outlook on life helped me get through one of the toughest, depression periods of my life around the same time he was also struggling the most in his form during his career (2015). He kept on getting up, kept on running, and won that bloody french open and that was the first time I actually thought you know what? Let's keep on going, let's keep on hoping, you'll never know!

6. I think my mutuals would know this haha. I'n the least judgmental person in the world and I honestly think ppl disliking someone just because of their 'vibe' or their habitual attitudes are just lame. That said I'm not a big fan of Djokovic. I tried so hard to respect and like him tho cause I genuinely believed some of the shits he received were just childish. But then I did my research on the war in Bosnia and the srebrenica massacre and his stance on that and just nope. Can't be bothered to care bout a pro-war crime activist lol.

7. I did! In high school I was ok enough to be able to play a bit of rally. I was absolutely and utterly shit in serving tho. I hit my coach in the face multiple times lol.

8. Ooh I have loads! I like Tarantino and Guy Ritchie movies and I realise this might say smth about my personality lol. But one of my favourite of all time is Rush (yes yes that Ron Howard movie of f1). I just loveeee real-life based historical movies. And you fedal fans will get an absolute kick out of it, rivalries and contrary human relations just fascinate the hell out of me n I know shits about f1. Trust me. Give it a try!

9. Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks...

10. Ah I look like the geekiest geek of geeks (trust me on this) but I actually used to play in a rock band lol I play pretty good bass/electric guitar 🤘

11. Ah. Interpersonal communication. I just. Need. To. Stop. Being. Horribly. Awkward. In. Social. Situations. Please. Thanks.

12. I'd like to retrace the full length of the ancient silk road! I'm a history geek lol. I'd say my dream is to backpack from around Asia Minor (Greece/Turkey) through central Asia all the way up to Nepal-Tibet-India ending up at its root in China and just to immerse myself in thousands of years of history, language, culture, architecture, and food! (Did you know that the reason we have so many dumpling-like dish across this region is due to the silk road??!)

I mean look at this gem from Samarkand in Uzbekistan

But yea prob might never happen anytime soon unless somebody wanna crowdfund me 🥺

13. Speeaaaking of dumplings.....

14. I'm a tropical peep lol I love my coconuts ❤️ I'd say alcohol-wise can never go wrong with a Piña Colada...

AND GETTING CAUGHT IN THE RAIN!

15. Ah see I pulled a one 180. Funny story I used to do archicture. But in archi school I also used to do my friend's paper (she was an international relations major) and started getting her rlly2 good grades and I thought hey wait a minute I could literally NOT DO IT FOR FREE FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE?? So yea I'm an International Relations major! I did my masters specialising in Conflict Studies/International Security (all those icky2 war stuffs!)

16. Can't think of one cause NOTHING THAT BRINGS U PLEASURE SHOULD EVER BE SHAMED. AMEN.

Eat that chocolate. Watch that porn. Do ur thing lol.

17. Ah I really2 want to see the Macchu Pichu! I've been wanting to do the Inca trail across the Andes since forever and you know what I might actually just do it next year (while i still have the legs and the will!)

So wish me luck!!! Peru here I comee ❤️ (if the cost of living crisis doesn't kill my savings tho lol)

18. I'VE MET THE QUEEN, THE ROYAL HIGHNESS, THE EMMINENCE, and by that I mean...

The true queen, the one and only Dame Judi Dench ofc. She was walking past Covent Garden in London with a MASSIVE white fur coat and 2 aides holding her arms at both sides believe me mutuals I couldn't make this shit up even if I tried I'm not that creative lol. I think she just came out of a movie premiere or summat, we saw her when we came out of the theatre. My god was she majestic 👑👑.

19. I am very very ashamed to say this as I think this disproves my non gen z point very strongly but what can I say hey Tom Felton and Emma Watson were my bisexual awakening lol.

20. I love my job now! I'm an international political researcher/analyst/consultant-ish? (Not even really sure what my job title actually is lol) and it basically means when shit blows up (LIKE WHEN SOMEBODY DECIDED TO START A GODDAMN WAR IN THE MIDDLE OF A GLOBAL PANDEMIC for instance) my job gets really2 interesting but also really2 chaotic and tiring! But i mean if i could have a restart... i'd like to be a beatle please...

21. My field comes with a very shitty-ly high treshold of language reqs sadly 🥲 so apart from my own mother tongue I can sort of speak French and Spanish. I can understand dutch but not really speak it (ik when ppl are talkin shit about me!).

But whether I speak english at all mutuals...

Now THAT is the question!

P.s. this is def the longest, most unnecessary ask answer u'll ever get lol i just can't keep my j-stor tendencies out of all my post SORRY S! (TX FOR THE TAG THO)

Tennisblr Tag

I think everyone is bored during the off season, so let’s play a “getting to know you” tag game! Answer any or all questions that you feel like.

Tagging: @zingaplanet, @a-swiss-and-a-spaniard, @janerurlife, @bluskype, @tam-is-blogging, @tennisdyke,

1. What are your pronouns?

2. How old are you?

3. Favorite color(s)?

4. How do you like to spend your free time?

5. Who is your favorite tennis player and why?

6. Who is your least favorite tennis player and why?

7. Do you play tennis?

8. What’s your favorite movie?

9. What’s your favorite TV show?

10. Do you have any hidden talents?

11. If you could acquire a new talent, what would it be?

12. What’s a life goal that you’d like to achieve one day?

13. What‘s your favorite food?

14. What’s your favorite drink?

15. What are you planning to go to school for? (Or what did you go to school for?)

16. Do you have a guilty pleasure?

17. If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why?

18. Have you ever met someone famous?

19. What was the first fandom you ever joined?

20. If you could choose any career to have, what would it be?

21. What languages do you speak?

#ok mutuals i have unintentionally I SWEAR j-stor'ed this again haven't i #apologies but i promise i have cute gifs #if u make it to the end i am so impressed!!#asks give me asks i love asks! ❤️#asks #tennis #fedal #sports

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vinterhjerte · 5 years ago

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okay so i know i mentioned i combine some canons in my description, so i thought i’d make a post saying specifically some things i’ve changed from just the movies. some are big, some are small. i will probably update this as time goes on. if something isn’t mentioned, assume movie canon.

the night of the story in f2 is not the same as the night in f1.

elsa did not just spend all of her time in her room after the separation. she would float between different places, mostly the library, her father’s study, one of the sitting rooms. but she did spend the majority of her time in the place she deemed safest: her rooms.

speaking of her rooms: she has her bedroom, of course, but she also has a dressing room attached with space to wash.

she ate breakfast alone, rarely ate lunch and would go to dinner with her family.

i’m stealing musical canon and having elsa give up herself when hans arrived at the ice palace. the chandelier did not fall, she was not knocked out. she put her hands up and let them attach the manacles on her and was lead away back to arendelle.

in f2, the magic outside of the mist melted too. the decorations on the castle, the ice palace, marshmallow, the snowgies, all of it. the people of arendelle knew their queen was dead until she appeared, riding across the fjord like a valiant beautiful snow demigoddess.

speaking of, she’s not immortal. she’s not a goddess. she’s still perfectly human, and her role, along with anna, is to heal the rift between humans and magic. should the forest need a fifth spirit again after elsa and anna die, it will find one.

#❄ ❛ there’s so much i’ve longed to say ❜ ⟶ HEADCANON.#❄ ❛ i can’t lose you ❜ ⟶ SAVED.

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Lander: BASIC Tenliners Contest 2019 entry

Use the joystick controller to land your LEM (lunar excursion module) on a moon. Land on one of the green landing pads. The trigger fires the main thrusters, pushing the ship upward against the moon’s gravity. Left/right stick movement fires the side thrusters for horizontal movement.

A control panel shows your vertical speed (indicated by ↓), horizontal speed (→), strength of gravity on the moon (G), and amount of fuel (F). To land safely, you must touch down on a landing area with a vertical speed of 10 or less, and horizontal speed of 5 or less. Flying off the sides or the top of the screen is deadly. Running out of fuel is not recommended.

Each moon is a little different, with gravity ranging from light (G5 in the control panel) to heavy (G20.) Moons usually have one or two landing pads. (Rarely, you will come across a moon that has none! In this case you will die. I’m sorry. Space exploration is dangerous.)

The first Lunar Lander that I was exposed to was Atari’s vector arcade version, which seemed amazing — and impossibly difficult. Later, my dad bought the Adventure International version of Lunar Lander for his Atari 800. (It was one of the few pieces of Atari software that he didn’t pirate.) In that version, the LEM doesn’t rotate. Instead, side thrusters push the ship horizontally while it remains in a vertical position. I did the same in my version.

(That’s where I learned the word “hybrid.” The stats on the back of the box said “Language: Hybrid.” I wondered if that was some programming language I hasn’t heard of; dad explained that the word meant “a combination of two things.” In this case, BASIC and assembly language.)

Benj Edwards wrote a great history of Lunar Lander games that is worth reading.

I’ve wanted to program a Lunar Lander-type game since I was a teen. I’m pretty sure I tried it using shape tables on my Apple IIc in AppleSoft BASIC, and experimented with it in Atari BASIC at some point, but I never could get the movement with respect to thrust and gravity right. I didn’t have the math concepts. But in the past few weeks, with my buddy helping with the math for Bouncy; and reading Bruce Artwick’s book Microcomputer Displays, Graphics and Animation, I now know jussssst enough math to be dangerous with Atari graphics. So I was finally able to create a version of Lunar Lander, and in 10 lines of Turbo-BASIC XL.

For the contest, my program fits in the 120-characters-per-line category. In terms of cramming stuff into 10 lines, it’s some of my best work and I learned a lot. Several times I thought the program has to be done, there was absolutely no more room to squeeze in another feature. Then I’d find a way to do something in fewer bytes, making room for a tiny improvement elsewhere.

My favorite was replacing for-next loops to move or generate data with the MOVE statement, with copies memory around RAM. For instance, I needed to zero out Player (sprite) data. Normally I’d do that with FOR I=P+512 TO P+896:POKE I,0:NEXT I. But — MOVE DPEEK(88),P+512,384 does the same thing with fewer bytes (and much faster.) But I needed to copy from an area of RAM that is all zeros. Where would I find such a place? A newly blank screen is filled with zeros. At another point, I needed a mess of random-looking data for the ship explosion. I started with a FOR-NEXT loop writing RANDom numbers, but ended up moving random bits of data from the Atari ROM into sprite memory. Again, it was much faster and took of less precious program space. I’m not implying at all that I invented this technique, but I figured it out on my own and it was satisfying.

Here’s the commented code:

'LANDER by Kevin Savetz 'March 22 2019 GRAPHICS 23:'GR. 7, no text window. 159x92 'normally y=95 for full GR.7 screen, we lose a little because text line at top DIM F0$(16),F1$(10) F0$="\00\00\00\00\3C\42\42\3C\42\7E\5A\81":'LEM graphic with blank spaces around 'to make erasing old LEM easy as it moves vertically 'F1$ is workspace for the P1 thrust flame FUEL=150:'starting fuel A=PEEK(106)-20:'set aside RAM for players POKE 54279,A:'PMBASE P=A*256:'top of P/M memory POKE 559,46:'Double line resolution P/M characters VX=-5+RAND(11):'Initial X speed POKE 53277,2:'turn on players (not missiles) M=DPEEK(88):'top of screen RAM MOVE M,P+512,384:'zero Player data, copying 0s from the fresh blank screen POKE 704,88:'PCOLR0. I like purple. 'custom display list D=DPEEK(741):'location of display list POKE D+4,66:'top line is Graphics 0 text line (mode 2) -MOVE D+102,D+99,3:'shorten the display list so screen's not too tall POKE 752,1:'hide cursor 'draw terrain & stars/ground texture COLOR 1 PLOT 0,90-RAND(60):'start drawing terrain on left edge LPP=1:'first segment can't be landing pad FOR I=10 TO 150 STEP 10 Z=M+40+RAND(3500):'pick a location for star/ground texture POKE Z,PEEK(Z)!3:'draw it IF (LPP OR (RAND(5) OR LP=2)):'draw craggy rock if we just drew a landing pad 'or if we've already drawn 2. Otherwise, maybe draw a pad II=RAND(40)+52:'rock height COLOR 1:'color of rock LPP=0:'remember that last thing drawn isn't a pad ELSE COLOR 2:'color of pads LP=LP+1:'count number of landing pads LPP=1:'remember last thing drawn is a pad ENDIF DRAWTO I,II:'draw the rock/pad NEXT I COLOR 1 DRAWTO 159,60 PAINT 159,92 DT=.05:'Time increment. Lower numbers make the game slower X=50+RAND(125):'Initial X Y=520:'Initial Y G=RAND(15)+5:'Strength of gravity VY=1+RAND(10):'Initital Y speed DO:'main loop POKE 53278,0:'Clear PM collisions X=X+VX*DT:'change LEM's X POKE P+Y+264,0:'clear side thrust Y=Y+VY*DT:'change LEM's Y VY=VY+G*DT:'new Y speed POKE 53248,X:'HPOSP0 position LEM at new X MOVE ADR(F0$),P+Y,16:'draw LEM at new vertical position 'clean up from last move... -MOVE M,P+Y+136,12:'copy 0s from top corner of screen to erase flame (if any) SOUND:'stop thrust sound if any 'thrust. Player 1 is the bottom thrust flame IF FUEL AND STRIG(0)=0:'if trigger and have fuel VY=VY-2:'decrease vertical speed MOVE ADR(F1$),P+Y+136,10:'place flame 8 lines below P0 SOUND 0,50+Y,8,8:'I KNOW, there's no sound in space POKE 53249,X:'P1 X position POKE 705,50+RAND(11):'flame color FOR Z=3 TO 8 POKE ADR(F1$)+Z,RAND(16)*4:'rows of random flame, but only 4 bytes 'in the middle so it isn't too wide 00111100 NEXT Z FUEL=FUEL-1:'reduce fuel ELSE:'if no trigger, check for left/right thrust. Player 2 is the side thrust flame S=STICK(0) Z=(S=7)-(S=11):'get joystick left-right status IF Z AND FUEL AND NOT FIRE:'if joystick and have fuel and LEM isn't thrusting up POKE P+Y+264,3:'put P2 flame at correct vertical position relative to LEM POKE 53250,X-3+(4*Z):'side flame on left or right of LEM POKE 706,50+RAND(11):'P2 color VX=VX-Z:'change X speed SOUND 0,50,8,8:'noise FUEL=FUEL-1 ENDIF ENDIF POKE 87,0:'get ready to print in text window 'If LEM goes off screen or hits terrain or hits landing pad too fast IF X<40 OR X>205 OR Y<510 OR PEEK(53252)&1 OR (PEEK(53252)&2 AND (VY>10 OR ABS(VX)>5)) FOR Z=1 TO 250:'explosion SOUND 0,50+RAND(30),6,8:'in space no one can hear you scream MOVE 59740+RAND(500),P+Y+4,12:'copy random data from ROM to P1 POKE 704,50+RAND(21):'P1 color NEXT Z RUN:'restart ENDIF 'show speed, gravity, and fuel POS. 14,0:?"\1B\1D";INT(VY);" \1B\1F";INT(VX); ?" \C7";G;" \C6";FUEL;" " IF(PEEK(53252)&2):'touched landing pad, make happy music & restart SOUND 0,121,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 1,81,10,10:PAUSE 80 SOUND 2,60,10,10:PAUSE 150 RUN ENDIF LOOP

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bahrrss-blog · 6 years ago

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Physical Prototyping #MalmöUniversity #2019

Introduction - 22 January 2019

This is a series of journaling for the course of Physical Prototyping purposes / the class is led by Johannes Nilsson)

I see prototyping as a fundamental idea utilised in a structured procedure fabricating a physical portrayal of your plan thought… and nothing more intricate than that. It's a convenient device to see your structure become animated, even as a low-devotion item made out of cardboard and paper. By making it three-dimensional, it's enabling yourself to really communicate with the subject.

I learned that prototyping with necessary materials such as paper, cardboard and video is long established in the field of interaction design. It’s also essential for designers to clearly understand how prototypes ‘work’ and their own motivations for prototyping. In this regard, design literature and critical reflections help to contextualise prototyping practice. And this is because we have introduced to Louis Valentine’s (Valentine, L. 2013) definition of Prototyping.

Early prototyping is basic as it holds vow to a solitary thought, prototyping by illustration, lo-fi, unnecessary models are typically used. Numerous assortments can be made, and it keeps the engineer "understanding the issue " instead of impulsively "dealing with the issue", finally, it prompts continuously innovative and quality structure. All things considered, the bits of learning Clint surrendered summed prototyping to be not a technique, be that as it may, a position or philosophy, it's doing structure, and not a phase, it's flimsy, material, and experienceable, ultimately, originators essentially model to fathom the condition, the substance, and the thought.

Clint gave more bits of information concerning Prototyping. Its progressively critical part turning around the portraying properties of prototyping: temperamental, material, and experienceable. That prototyping is used to appreciate a "condition", with an extent of procedures utilized, models hope to relate, understanding, and to recognize essentials and necessities, It's in like manner significant to keep an issue. The troubles for prototyping join it being unfit to verbalize understanding; it needs language, power, and reflexivity to do all things considered.

What have I realized?

Prototyping is extraordinarily appropriate in setup practice, and it beats the exacting significance of "prototyping" as an action. Going before this session prototyping was, for the most part, a method which I realized that engineers and originators experience as a creative strategy to impersonate thought in low-commitment without truly putting an over the top number of visualities.

Prototyping urges you to address potential issues of your last thing before truly making it. That being expressed, my doubts were tried as I fundamentally watched is at a basic and critical bit of an organized technique; anyway not the reason for its centrality.

What is the physical prototyping?

Last week's lecture presented the idea that prototyping is the most potent form of transition of your ideas. The change from blurry plan to clean and polished for our thought. My position as a student studying Interaction Design makes this an essential skill for me.

So, prototyping helps us communicate ideas clearly. Prototyping is basically a visual way of thinking. What I have learned is that the prototype can be tied in with comprehension if and how it is conceivable to accomplish something, addressing inquiries regarding the experience of utilising the framework or responding to questions concerning what job it satisfies in the client's life. It also relates, a lot to who the client is. We as a group have chosen to focus on clients who are having an active and dynamic lifestyle. This helped us a lot to think of what type of design could help out and improve their lives.

Arduino Introduction - 28 January-2019

What is Arduino?

We started with pre-made Arduino set. A set of tools that are made in Italy. Each piece of the toolset has multiple functions.

Arduino board designs use a variety of microprocessors and controllers. The boards are equipped with sets of digital and analogue input/output pins that may be interfaced to various expansion boards or breadboards and other circuits. Basically, Arduino is an: ‘’open-source electronics platform based on easy-to-use hardware and software. It is possible to tell the board what to do. You can do so by sending a set of instructions to the microcontroller on the board, and this is done by using Arduino programming language, based on Wiring, and the Arduino Software IDE, based on Processing.’’

Arduino is the tool for quick and ‘’easy’’ prototyping. And, we as students in IXD, we had a chance to combine our knowledge of programming and create 3D physical prototypes! For the course of Physical Prototyping, we used Arduino Micro 5V MAU’s starter kit. David, the lecturer, introduced us to the web editor and the client which we needed to register and install.

With this button installed and functioning, we could proceed and work on so many potential projects. While installing the button and trying to make it work, I encountered several challenges, mostly the breadboard being confusing on its own, and where to plug each wire. With the assistant of a TA, I was able to figure out that the breadboard is made up of rows of metal clips, called terminal strips, and each piece is electrically connected. Which means if you stick a component to the board’s hole A1, it will be electrically connected to the holes B1-E1, but not A2 because that’s in a different column, and it won’t be compared to holes F1-J1 either, because they are separated by a gap.

After learning some of the basics, my group and I chose Run3 as our game to design a controller for. I found the game engaging and exciting and we all felt that it can make a nice collaborative experience with the right tools. The first thing I could think about when ideating was the natural motion of the character in the game, which was running, and the first thought was to design something that players can control with their feet. Also, the game affords the ability to control the direction by two people, as the players can walk on the walls and the ceiling, which gave us the idea of making different buttons that control right and left turns. Finally, we decided to add a “high-five interaction”, where the players have too high five each other to make the character jump. That adds the element of excitement and make players interact with each other as well as interaction with the game together.

The main challenge here is not being able to understand what to do under vocal command, after looking at diagrams provided on screen (as well as these learning cards that a researcher gave out while she was conducting research during class), I was able to understand the components better. Why is this button relevant? Buttons can represent the mouse-click motion as well as a key-press motion. So with this knowledge, we can build our own game-controller and use them to interact with and control a game of choice found online! The exercise for today was to form a group of three and create a multi-player collaborative, interactive computer game using only CARDBOARD. We are to create our own keyboard-based game-controller that utilises interactions such as tilting, balancing, shaking, squeezing, jumping, hugging, throwing and so on. The goal is to create something unique instead of simple buttons.

After brainstorming with members of my group Liam and one girl that I forgot to ask for a name, but she was from Product Design.

We wanted an interaction that involves the movement of our legs and feet, simulating the “running” motion. For example, we brainstormed multiplied ideas, but we settled with the one that is most challenging and yet not overly difficult to achieve in a short period of time.

Our final plan was to create two feet seesaws with a cardboard base and wooden boards that are more sturdy on top. Each board represents a leg so that two players can play together, then, since we needed four control buttons, we decided that when we lean forward on the board, we will come in contact with one button, and another when bending backwards. That makes four buttons with two seesaws. The building process of this game will be written on a separate journal entry, titled “ Run3“, read this entry if you’d like to see our end result.

Sound

In this lesson, I learned how to make sounds with my Arduino. First I made the Arduino play a 'musical' scale and then combined this with a photocell, to make a Theremin-like instrument that changes the pitch played as we wave our hand over the photocell.

Sound waves are vibrations in the air pressure. The speed of the vibrations (cycles per second or Hertz) is what makes the pitch of the sound. The higher the frequency of the vibration, the higher the pitch.

More details about Arduino worth remembering

We used the wires, and button for the breadboard. Connected them with different areas. The button is doing what two cables would do together. We used Eduintro, it pre-installed code on Arduino that allows us to do different activities on Arduino physical kit.

Once the kit is connected with all the buttons and wires, the next important step is to write the code for the actions that we want our Arduino to perform.

We have learned what is the serial library, this is used once we want to send full sentences back to the computer and look at them on screen. This is used mostly when we require more than just two functions, like on and off.

What we did next with the serial library, we initialised it and improved it, depending on the way we want it to perform. For example the Serial library - Serial.printIn("Pressed"); is used to perform the action if the button on our Arduino Breadboard is pressed.

Processing - 1 February 2019

A new programming language? why is that necessary?

As soon as David announced that we’d be learning Processing as a new language I fell bummed about having to learn another programming language alongside all the programming we’re doing already in the programming courses. This journal entry aims to reflect on the two days spent on exploring the Processing software, its language, as well as how it works with the Arduino. I also aim to find the answer to why Processing is important to learn as designers. Below is a video shared by the Processing foundation that introduces the newest version of Processing.

What did we do?

David began by introducing vaguely what Processing does and how it is useful. As designers, we use or learn to use Processing as it’s a flexible software sketchbook popularly used as a language of coding in the context of visual arts. According to David, Processing is “used to create animations, simple UIs, games, and proof of concept to many ideas.” Therefore, it’s crucial to learn it as a UX design student. More details on processing and why it’s relevant will be touched upon below.

PROCESSING

On day one, David showed us some projects and generative art in which designers, artists, or programmers have created using Processing, they were absolutely stunning and that really showed the program’s capabilities. David guided us through a series of coding examples on Processing, the processing language is a revised version of Java simplified for amateurs in programming. The examples included drawing a line, drawing our own initials, changing characteristics along the way, expressing colour, creating graphical primitives such as ellipses, drawing in layers, creating interactive programs, making items move, and so on. Other exercises include making a clock, making a bouncing ball animation, utilizing conditionals, adding images, animating images, etcetera. You can really do a lot with Processing and the graphics it’s capable of generating is endless some generative art!

Day two of Processing consists of a lecture about using Arduino with Processing followed up by a workshop taking up the latter part of the class to create a game/any interactive artefact set in a specific context that utilizes some sort of a timer, the timer is to be created with Processing and with the knowledge combined from using the Arduino with Processing, to create something fun and interactive. This project with the timer will be discussed in another journal entry that can be found here. In addition to it being a programming language for visualization, Processing is also an open source language and development tool for writing programs in other computers. It’s useful when you want those other computers to “talk” with an Arduino, for instance, to display or save some data collected by the Arduino (source). David guided us through basic examples of communication between Arduino and Processing. Why is this useful? This comes in handy for when you want to write both Arduino and Processing programs and have them talk to each other, it works best for communicating simple information.

A little more information regarding the software:

Processing is a programming language based on a simplified Java syntax, hiding all the ugliest aspects of “proper” Java and making it effortless to get started with code-based experiments with a minimum of code experience. It’s a non-threatening tool for amateurs, hiding the complexities of compilation etc. from users who don’t need to know about them.

For students and enthusiasts Processing allows them to create computational sketches without being intimidated by tedious Java syntax.

For professionals, Processing is a Java framework providing support for a wide range of creative code activities, from interactive tools to data visualization or sensor-driven applications (like the basic application we did). Accessed as a proper Java package hierarchy, Processing is a well-designed code API that makes basic tasks trivial and facilitates the introduction of advanced techniques by providing an extensible library framework.

Processing is extremely useful for many things to many people, all dependent on your perspective. It is a flexible sketchbook software and a language for learning how to code within the context of the visual arts, as I’ve mentioned above. It promotes software literacy within the visual arts and visual literacy within technology. Students, artists, designers, researchers, and hobbyists use Processing for learning and prototyping. Therefore, as an Interaction Design major undergoing a Prototyping course, Processing is a useful tool that is crucial for growth as a designer.

Video prototyping - 4 February 2019

Netflix gesture:

Netflix Gesture was one of the assignments needed to be done in the prototyping course. we got prepared for the project by doing a small-scale video project, Netflix gesture, which was really fun to do. When I got my first laptop I use to spend days and weeks locked in my room and make re-edit videos from my favourite movies. I would make them in a way that that would look better in my eyes. Making videos is not as easy as it seems, and telling a story with vides can be very hard. Fortunately, I could slightly improve my skills in video-making after I and my classmate, Fariborz, produced a 1 min long video about how to interact with Netflix’s

Here is the linked version of our work. website.https://youtu.be/3zamNtGmu_I

Furthermore, video prototyping continues. This is my team.

We got introduced into an entirely new sphere of prototyping. Video prototyping. This type of prototyping use video to illustrate how users will interact with a new system. The goal is to refine a single system concept, making design choices that highlight and explore a particular design path.

Video prototypes are organised as scenarios that illustrate how people might interact with future technology in a realistic setting. Video prototypes build upon several design resources created in earlier design exercises. The use scenario acts as the foundation, telling a specific, realistic story about how real people would interact with it in a realistic setting.

Some video prototypes use a narrator or voice over, others use only title cards, and still, others rely on the actors in the video to explain what they are doing, either through natural dialogue or through a ‘talk aloud’ procedure. Interactive video prototypes offer a new variation. Here are some examples: Please take a look:

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Video prototype for Smart Water Bottle - Malmö University

Group dynamics - 8 February 2019

In a group dynamics seminar, we talked about task-related processes and transactional processes. These activity related to common project and goal oriented interactions. They can per se be different from not goal-oriented interactions.

The main focus is to pile goals and distribute them properly according to the competences of the members of the team. This relates if we are in school, but, in a job, environment money changes social oriented interactions.

In the class, we were divided into groups, every group got a rule to discuss and reflect on. The rule we got was “the slacker”, a member that is loved by everyone even though he/she shows up late and doesn’t do the tasks assigned to them. I didn’t find the activity very useful, it felt like one of those activities that we have to do without seeing the benefits of doing them. Of course, the team process is very important when holding any project, but the exercise wasn’t very helpful in teaching us about team process or engaging us in team building activities. We have done a similar activity in methods 1 course, but it was a bit more useful then as we were doing it with our group members. Also, making the group contract wasn’t any better, it didn’t feel like any of us wanted to do it, but we had to force ourselves to. That can be beneficial as we don’t always work with things that we like, though I still don’t feel like the assignment helped me in learning about team process. I think that it would have been more useful if our groups got a small project to work on with a short time limit, and we reflect on our group work afterwards. Any type of activity that involves us working within a team under pressure and reflecting on the team process would have been more beneficial for us as learners.

Paper prototyping - 11 and 15 February 2019

Paper prototypes continue to be not only viable but also widely used. In this blog post, I’ll talk about when to use them, why they can help, and how to make one to suit our own needs.

This is the first image in our process of the sketching storyline. I always find it very exciting and fun to work with the materials and build what we have in mind. Suddenly, everything turns out to be different, the size of the prototype, its weight, the way it looks…etc.

When sketching it on the paper, it seems that everyone in the group has the same idea, but when we start making it, everything changes.

When we have and we communicate it verbally, it is very hard for the other person to visualise it, but when we sketch it, visualisation becomes a lot easier.

As you can see, we did involve every more important scenario.

Though, I found out that communicating an idea just by sketching can be deceiving, as every person will interpret the sketch differently.

What is interesting with working with your ideas visually, is that you get to see all constraints and all advantages. It gives a chance for your ideas to disregard themselves and leave you with a clear thought of one single good idea.

Reflecting on Physical prototyping - 18 and 23 April 2019

Increasingly, as designers of interactive systems (spaces, processes and products for people), we find ourselves stretching the limits of prototyping tools to explore and communicate what it will be like to interact with the things we design. "Prototypes" are representations of a design made before final artefacts exist. They are created to inform both the design process and design decisions. They range from sketches and different kind of models at various levels — "looks like," "behaves like," "works like" — to explore and communicate propositions about the design and its context. This text is what I was most fascinated, and what led me to work more in during this course. I am not sure where I read it, could be online or some of the book literature, but it is something I placed in my physical journal and now wrote it back here on my digital journal. So far this was my favourite course in this Programme. I feel like my knowledge of design and prototyping overall just drastically expanded.

And, just before I conclude I will tell a little bit more about the last lecture on Experience and prototyping using previous knowledge.

Why is Experience Important?

In the exercise today, we were split into three big groups, and we were given a design brief, with a very little time to make an experience prototype. This exercise was one of the most frustrating activities for me so far. The instructions were very clear, but working in very big groups, for a very little time is difficult. It took us a lot of time to decide what to do, it didn’t seem like everyone is involved or on board with the discussions. I think that we should have divided the work into small tasks within our groups, so every 2-3 people will work on a task, but even to agree to that will take some time for such a big group. I usually get frustrated when we work in big groups, where it can get chaotic with a lot of discussions. I mentioned early in the journal that when we have ideas in our head it is hard to communicate them, having 10 people talking about ideas will take years of endless discussions. Unless we split the work and make our ideas more real by sketching or prototyping, it will get very messy. I think that the exercise can be better if the supervisor makes it clear that for such big groups and short time, the group should divide the tasks within themselves.

Sumup:

During the course, we had the opportunity to take part in some lectures with different topics but most importantly about prototyping. Lectures held by Clint and he introduced the concept of prototyping by providing us with some fresh insights about physical prototyping.

We got familiar with the concept of prototyping via earning some knowledge about why, when and how we can prototype.

prototypes are often used in the final testing phase

to find new solutions

to find out whether or not the solutions are good enough

to find out how users will interact with a product

physical and tangible product instead of a nonphysical idea

not so expensive to fail

Two types of prototyping: low fidelity and High fidelity

Low fidelity: cheap and quick, general view of the product, fewer details than high fidelity, too basic, do not show the real finished product, do not interact in an advanced way

High fidelity: similar to finished prototype, more details, a designer can see how the users interact, hard to change an element in it

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lostinthewords13 · 8 years ago

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Totally reaching at straws here but humor me

In the past Taylor has done other events between albums.

Here she is at the iHeart Radio Music Festival in 2012. Yes, I know she already announced Red and released WANEBT which she preformed after older songs. When you watch that performance she starts out singing sparks fly and wearing a gold sparkly dress, her old style.

The she switches into her Red look with the high waisted shorts and top

She preformed again at the iHeart Radio Music Awards in 2014

She opened with WANEGBT this time wearing crop top and skirts with heels. Her 1989 style. (yes again I know she already announced it before this event). Followed it with other Red songs, then played the 1989 tour version of Love Story and closes out with shake it off.

So basically she does events to transition between eras. And those events combine the two era’s styles. So with all that said looking at F1 and Super Saturday Night there are 2 things those performances have in common. Black sparkly outfits. Her F1 was shorts not a skirt, and shiny/sparkley like she’s known for. Her Super Saturday Night outfit was the fringe from Shake It Off/Style, some sparkle (like always) but also the detail and sleeves of OOTW.

Then there’s the white sparkly piano. Think about it, she wasn’t going on tour yet had a whole piano bedazzled for her only show of 2016 and as far as she knows right now her only 2017 show?

TL;DR: Long story short Taylor doesn’t do anything by accident and wouldn’t be surprised if the outfit style and white glitter piano is seen again during TS6 era

@my-achilles--heel tagging you because I would love to see your thoughts it you want to

#taylor swift #swifties #ts6 theories

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skaalpaul-blog · 6 years ago

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Track Day for Old Blue

Old Blue is my 1987 Honda CBR600 F1, the Hurricane. This bike and me go way back. I found her on Craigslist. I still clearly remember the day I bought her for $1200 and rode home. I had not ridden a motorcycle for twenty years, yet, the economic need for affordable transportation pushed me to this guy’s house on the outskirts of Atlanta, at dusk, fifteen miles from where I lived. Old Blue was as forgiving as she was gracious. My clutch and throttle control was raw but she never stalled out. I remember that to keep myself calm and focused I repeated the mantra “We are one, rider and bike.” and then I kept a steady, slow pace home through the darkness, breathing a sigh of relief when we got there. She got me safely back that first night and then went on to carry me over 40,000 miles on every back road through fifteen states between Atlanta, Georgia and New York, New York. After every trip I would replace, upgrade or improve certain parts. Adding a pair of high beam spot lights here, new petcock there, a completely upgraded digital speedometer and engine temperature gauge. Always something better, piece by piece after each trip and before the next. I would estimate that only twenty percent of that motorcycle I bought in March 2012 still remains, replaced with little pieces of myself.

The natural challenge for this motorcycle and myself was to take her out on a track day. Begin that familiar nervous feeling of trying anything new. Sport bikes within the last ten years will all go above one hundred and fifty miles an hour in capable hands. My 1987 Honda CBR’s top factory speed was one hundred and thirty-five. Add on top of that my skill level and I’d be lucky to exceed one hundred and ten. It’s not the speed that is dangerous on a track it is the speed differential. I looked long and hard for a group that catered to vintage bikes and left ego far from the track. I found it in the Spooktrackular classic track day sponsored by the Cretins Motorcycle Club. Just the tongue in cheek name was inviting and aligned with my dad joke sense of humor.

There are minimum safety requirements for the rider and the motorcycle before you are permitted to ride the track. Leather riding gear, either two piece or one piece, Snell rated helmet, track boots and gloves are all required. The motorcycle also has to pass a basic safety inspection. Things like all lenses must be taped over, no oil or fluid leaks of any kind, mirrors and license plates must be removed, anything that could vibrate off. As a beginner, though, it is understood you are not really going to be riding the razor’s edge. There’s no need to wire bolts or secure oil filters. This all made common sense to me. On the track you would be going three or four times faster than anything permitted on roads, by removing cross traffic or just cars of any kind your focused attention will be one hundred percent on riding technique, cornering and getting the most out of your bike. Having bits and pieces of other bikes litter the track or lay oil slicks anywhere will go unnoticed that when combined with speed would have immediate disastrous effects. Beginners are given due leeway and grouping them together put the highest risk into one manageable mass. While the intermediate and expert riders could be free to explore their upper envelope limits without the risk of a beginning level motorcycle dropping a muffler in the middle of turn three.

Three anxieties played prominent the day before the track ride. I did not want to break any safety rules, none of which I had practical understanding of. I mean I could read the rules, of course, but none of them were grounded in experience. I did not want to ruin or wreck my motorcycle. To me she was one of kind. I did not want to be “That Guy” the one that is just a little late, the one holding up the show which is actually comprised of parts of the other two anxieties with a little aspect of its own thrown in for good measure. All of this anxiety and nervousness were unfounded of course. I read somewhere that when you are nervous it is just because you care. If that is true then I must have cared about this more than anything.

It is five am on the morning of track day. I woke up in my tent in the bed of my truck. Everything is silent. Even the coyotes I heard howling four hours ago have quieted down. I open the tent to look around and the paddock is pitch dark, illuminated only by the night stars. This was the beginning of my day. The nervous energy insisted that I should get into my track suit. I had no idea how long that process would take. The suit has to be close fitting to do any good but made from leather, it was very stiff and awkward to get into, each put on movement needed a great deal of effort. I started in on the task, while trying to keep quiet for the others still sleeping nearby in their tents. After twenty minutes of wrestling, it was done and I crawled out of the tent and got my boots on. I was a full three hours early. There’s no way I’m going to be “that guy” now. The next couple hours were just me passing time. I was so green at this activity that I didn’t even know how to pretend to look busy. I sat on the tail gate of my truck, had a light breakfast and drank coffee and watch the track pit area wake up. Here were professional racers just arriving with their track bikes on trailers. Pulling into open spots, setting up shade tents and getting their motorcycles on pit stands. These bikes were so specialized they did not even have kickstands. Every nonessential part removed to reduce weight. Nearby was a group of Harley Dyna riders braced against the cool morning with their hoodies up and coffees in their hands. Rider’s families emerged from trailers and children from age five to preteens passed the time by riding scooters through the paddock while their fathers put all their focus on their motorcycles. Across the way was a local coffee shop setting up for a brisk morning’s business of being the only place available for a pastry and a coffee, at least until the track cafe opened at eight. Scattered throughout were every conceivable type of sport motorcycle that has been built in the past thirty years. By now the pit area was flush with the early morning sun and in full track day activity. The loud speakers installed high on telephone poles came alive with music. It took a moment but I recognized the sound track from “On Any Sunday” That familiar tingling sensation on the back of my neck put the exclamation point on a perfect moment. The morning sun, the kids on scooters, the motorcycles, smell of fuel and race leathers all swirling together.

I had to break the spell and get Old Blue over to the bike inspection. I had no idea what to expect. Would thirty year old motorcycle even pass? I walked her over to where folks had lined up and the race inspectors gave each bike a review. The inspector took one look at my bike and said, “Hurricane! Wow! I used to race these back in the day!” He was primarily looking for stray fluid leaks and pointed out my right fork seal. “You’ll have to cover that up, if that blows you’ll put fork fluid all over the track. Just take a rag and a couple zip ties and secure it here and here.” He said pointing to the spot above and below the fork seal. Then he turned his attention to my throttle. “This needs to snap back faster. You may need to replace or modify the throttle but for now just squirt some WD-40 in their. If you go down you don’t want your bike going on without you or worse spinning your tire into your leg. Get those two things corrected and then bring it back here for another look.” I pushed the bike back to my truck and hurriedly set up the rag cover on the fork and worked in some spray lubricant into the throttle until it snapped back with reasonable responsiveness. Then started up and rode back to the inspector. Checking her over, “Good! Good, see that throttle response is fine now and the fork cover looks excellent. You’re good to go.” and he put a sticker with the number three on the front fairing indicating I was in group three, the beginner’s group.

By that time the mandatory rider’s meeting was about to start. It was being held in the track cafe. Early as usual, I found a seat and watched the other riders filter in. What I thought was going to be a very formal laundry list of safety procedures, instead was a pump up the crowd session and the safety talk boiled down to three things. Enter the track and stay on the left until the first turn. This was drilled into the crowd and was all about mitigating the speed differential. As bikes would be coming down a long straight away hitting their maximum speeds they would be naturally aligned to the right of the track to set up for the first turn. Having someone enter from the pit at a much lower speed and swing into their path would be a disaster for all. Next point was when exiting the track keep at speed but move to the left and raise your hand and do so from as early as turn seven. This would tell the riders behind you what you intend to do. Finally, there was review of the flags, red meaning accident and everyone off the track, checkered is the end of the group’s session and black meaning you’re leaking fluid stop, immediately at first safe point. There were a few more but those were the ones I focused on. Meeting over, the track instructors asked all beginners to stay behind. We were about ten riders in total and the instructors explained how they would introduce all of us to the track. We’d begin with a slow review ride of the track with one instructor in the lead and another at the rear to familiarize us with the turn lines and just get through that first nervous adrenaline phase. “I could go on and on about a lot of different information but you’re not going to remember any of it, it’s better to just get out there, remember the safety points and have fun.”

I went back to the truck to wait for my group’s turn or “heat”. First up was group 1, the professionals, then would come group 2 modern, the intermediates on modern motorcycles, group 2 vintage and finally my group 3, beginners. They each lined up at the track entrance and waited for the all clear then filed onto the track. Racing down the straightaway at peak RPM, each motorcycle’s sound was unique. Some engines were high and sounded like a jet engine flying by. Others were low pitched growlers whose bass tones hit you in gut. Everyone had that distinctive Doppler effect, as the bike approached the pit area the pitch grew and grew and until it hit peak pitch then suddenly the sound dropped away as the motorcycle disappeared around turn one. Each group was give 3 warning calls by the announcer, “Ten minute call out to group three, ten minutes!” That was for me and being preoccupied with nervous energy I put on my helmet and gloves, got on Old Blue and started up. “Five minute call out to group three, five minutes!” I sat there with the engine running, giving the old carburetor system plenty of warm up time. “Two minutes for group three, two minutes!” I watched for the instructor and seeing him roll over to the track entrance I followed suit putting myself in third position behind one other beginner. The other beginners lined up behind me. The instructors asked that we go in single file so we could see the corner lines more easily. The ten or so engines filled the air with noise and vibration, The group on the track, 2 vintage got the checkered flag ushering them off the track. Flag men around the track signaled back the all clear and ahead of me the lead instructor started forward. I eased out the clutch, rolled on the throttle and glided in measured safe distance cadence behind the rider in front of me. A short entrance ease way and we were on the track. The grin under my helmet was ear to ear. We cruised through turn one and then into the long sweeper of turn 2 and up the hill to turns three, four and five. The turn banks were at a much more pronounce angle than could be seen from track side and even though the first lap was introductory and promised to be slow, slow was probably in the sixty to seventy-five mile and hour range just to stay in line through the banked curve. I was careful to fall back from the rider I was following. It felt like I was naturally riding aggressive.

The instructor exited off the track and we were given free reign as a group. I increased speed through the corners holding my own and just as the thought crossed my head, “this isn’t so bad, I seem to have got this pretty good for a first timer…” five other bikes passed me in rapid fire. I was the slowest person on the track. That ego slam was quickly followed by guilt. Was I getting in the way and being a speed bump? I refocused attention and tried to decipher the cornering lines doing my best to look deep into each curve and avoid hyper attention to what was right in front of me. Powering through the corners to give my Honda the traction she needs. On the straightaway I would put in some juice but still very conservative, unsure how much braking it would take to safely get through turn one and the quick succession of turns after that.

And then it was over. Our beginner heat was done. The three checkered flags located at different spots on the track went out and I could see the one nearest me easily. Each of us raised our left hand while maintaining speed and exited to pit row. Soon afterward the beginners all met at the class room. My point of freak out was quickly addressed. I ask the instructor about my concern of being in other’s way. He quickly squashed it. “It is their responsibility to pass you, don’t worry about it. The track is wide and the passing areas are all over the place. You just focus on learning the lines, looking into the corner, being smooth and consistent, the speed with come later.”

There are no relative markers of speed on the track. On normal roads there are markers everywhere, other cars, speed limit signs, your own speedometer both on the vehicle and in your head. All giving you information, how fast you’re going relative to traffic, the safe speed to take the corner coming up how much risk you have to be snagged by a cop. All of that goes away. I read before coming on the track and followed advise to mask my speedometer so I wouldn’t have that distraction. Without mirrors I had no idea who was behind me or if I was impeding their path, another distraction removed. All I had to worry about was to try and get the turn lines right and ride consistent and smooth. If I don’t do anything unexpected or jerk through a corner, the riders behind me will be able to safely set a pass line around me. The focus narrows to just the sound of my engine, look as far into the corner as possible and decide which line to take. For the newbie with no experience that blank slate brings its own confusion. How fast should I take this corner? I have no idea. Where’s the traction envelope? Again, I got nothin’. What line should I focus on? Good story, you got Cliff Notes on that? Without input on any of these things it is my inherent reaction to respond with less speed. I am just not one of those guys who jumps in with both feet into the deep end of the pool. I have to start easy and work my way up to the edge of the envelope.

The second heat felt really good. I could now see the cones on the side of the track for what they were, reference points. One was at the apex of each turn and based on that I made my beginner’s attempts at learning how to corner for speed. Other series of cones were at the entrance to each turn to give a reference point of when to brake and or change gears. From them I was able to start to explore the path toward higher acceleration. I knew I could continue to accelerate right up to those cones and begin braking as they came near. I knew my Honda could handle much more than I was asking of her just based on the performance as viewed against those two reference points. The Hurricane even surprised me when I finally got a good approach and exit out of turn nine and into the straight away, I hit the throttle at about seven thousand rpm with yet a lot of straightaway in front of me so I pushed her even further. I had never heard Old Blue sound like that, she was ten thousand rpm and the Hurricane was waking up and asking for more. From experience I know that seven thousand rpms on the Honda is about ninety miles an hour. Eight thousand pushes me over a hundred miles an hour so ten thousand rpms is probably in the one hundred and ten mile an hour range. Although at the time there was only surprise at the new sounds coming from the engine and the firm stable feel of the suspension as we screamed across the straight away toward turn 1. This is what we were there for. To push the limits and feel good about it. This time though the heat was cut short by a red flag as someone’s muffler had fallen off. All the riders raised left hands and exited. I was not disappointed, I was exalting in the feeling of having performed solidly despite being just the second time on the track.

My heat was separated by a forty-five minute interval as the other groups rode. The advanced with their blistering sounds of one hundred eighty miles per hour or more and knee drag cornering were followed by intermediates on modern bikes that from my unaccustomed eyes looked just as intimidating as the advanced. Then the intermediates on vintage bikes with their cornucopia of engine sounds that were highlighted by the announcer. The announcer really enjoyed their day, bringing all of us calm with fun comments and his genuine awe and appreciation for both the variation of motorcycles on the track and the talent of the riders. Where necessary chastising those that crossed the safety lines presented at the early morning rider’s meeting. No comment wasted as each statement was a subconscious learning of what to do, what not to do, what to look for and spark that seed of appreciation.

The third heat was coming up and I was feeling much more comfortable. I didn’t have the need to get myself in position on the first call. I waited until five minutes prior to start up Old Blue. The starter cranked but the engine didn’t fire. Three attempts each progressively longer told me the old bike was feeling a bit winded by all the activity and the battery was lagging on being recharged. On the fourth attempt the engine finally turned. That alone made my third heat heavily conservative. Old Blue wasn’t giving up, but I didn’t want to push her. We went in nice and slow on heat 3, just for the experience of learning together. The track instructor road in front of me signaling to follow as he showed me the lines but several times he had to wait for me to catch up. My envelope chasing enthusiasm was gone for the day, replaced by concern for the mechanical soundness of the old Hurricane. Still I learned a tremendous amount just by following the coach for the sixty seconds that we rode like that. The third heat went the full fifteen minutes and the Honda kept it together and finished. My confidence was gone. I decided to pack it in rather than push the old girl.

I have a winch in the back of my truck that makes loading easy and safe. After securing a couple lashings, a bit of nostalgia swept over me and I patted the tank as one might pat a horse. “We did good today, it was a good day.” We’d ridden several thousand miles together, even taking on seven hundred miles in one day and there was certainly a connection in that endurance. Today was a different kind of connection. One that we’ll have to do again before I can really describe it for you.

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