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Title: Dress Coded | Author: Carrie Firestone | Publisher: Putnam (2020)
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Leanna Firestone has captured womanhood into a single song.
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pl is going to have a very coherent naming scheme indeed
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—seven days. [ vi.i ]
pairing: max verstappen x manager! reader.
summary: as the third time world champion, max verstappen's manager, you function on the belief that whatever max verstappen wanted, max verstappen shall get. but this time, after four years of working as his manager, you can't give him what he wants anymore and that was to stay.
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author's note: i dunno if this is good cuz i have to delete a lot of scenes to make everything fit djsjjj. AND pls listen to two weeks notice by leanna firestone. 🐝 anon shared it to me and AAAAAAAHHH it captures the main vibe of the fic
masterlist.
"New shoes?”
The shoes come in black and it features a sleek silhouette with a pointed toe and a golden heel that is shaped as the letters Y, S, and L. Max is no expert in shoes but he knows how to recognize a luxury shoe if he sees one.
“Pretty lil things, aren't they?�� you bring your foot forward to flaunt it.
Max doesn't know if it’s the heels that makes your feet look pretty or if the heels look pretty because you have pretty feet. Contrary to popular belief, Max does not have a feet kink. He just knows how to appreciate the aesthetics of a body part.
“Three years of savin’ and I finally got ‘em.”
“Good for you?” Is that an appropriate thing to say to a woman who just bought nice-looking shoes?
Max sees Daniel hug you after the Azerbaijan GP. You have twinning smiles on your face. Max's curiosity grows. You pull away from the hug and wave goodbye, returning to the garage, to where Max is standing and waiting for you.
“What did you and Daniel talk about?” he asks and if he sounds like he’s demanding, he doesn't mean it.
You stop walking, finally noticing Max's presence. The smile on your face fades a little but it doesn't completely disappear. “Oh, hi? Congrats on the podium today, big guy.”
“What were you and Daniel talking about?” Max asks again.
“‘s not important.”
“I want to know.”
You give Max an odd look, probably questioning why he wants to know so badly. He doesn't know why either. He just wants to know.
“Renault has an open spot in their engineering team,” you finally say, smile growing wide. You’re literally vibrating in excitement as you say it.
Max feels like someone just poured a bucket of iced water over his body.
“Engineer? Why would you even apply in Renault’s engineering team?” he sees your face shift and he wonders if his question is offensive. It does not seem like it is. For Max anyway.
“I’m an engineer, Max,” you're gritting your teeth, Max notices.
Oh, Max realizes. This was why Christian mentioned moving her to the engineering team. He thought you’re going to be their manager or something. Do engineers get managers, too? Max doesn't know.
Max’s world shifts off its axis when he realizes the bigger meaning carried by your words. You want to leave.
“No.”
You make a weird face, “No?”
“No, stay.”
He is perfectly aware that he is in no position to ask this of you. If you want to be an engineer and chase your dreams, you can. No one has the right to stop you. That's your dream. That's your life.
But do you really need to leave?
Suddenly, this becomes like the Daniel situation all over again.
Max isn't sure the exact time you begin holding this much importance over his life that he’s suddenly afraid of your absence. Max still won't consider the two of you friends per se, but he does not want you in Renault. He wants you here, behind him, following him at all times. You don't have to follow Daniel to fucking Renault.
Renault just keeps taking everything from him. First, it’s Daniel, his best friend and teammate. Max will not allow himself to lose you over to Renault and their sucky cars.
“Funny how you think you got a say in this,” you do the thing where you shift your feet lightly so you’re facing Max fully, one hand on your waist while the other rests limp on your side, your head slightly tilts to the right. There's a bulge on your cheek, where your tongue is pressing inside it, and one of your brows is cocked.
“You don't have to go to Renault. You can stay here,” he adds and it almost sounds like he’s pleading.
“And what Max? Let all the money I spent in engineering school go to waste?”
“Do you not want to be my manager anymore?”
“No offense, buddy, but I’ll choose being an engineer.”
Fair point but Max is still hurt anyway. Why are people always leaving him? Is it that hard to choose him and love him? Is he not a good enough reason to stay? Maybe it's because he's not a world champion yet. Maybe it's because he's not someone praiseworthy yet.
“I will win next year. When I become a world champion, I’ll ask Horner to move you to the engineering team.”
Max hopes you believe him.
The 2019 season ends with Lewis Hamilton at the top. Valtteri Bottas is close behind him. After Bottas stands Max Verstappen.
He’ll understand if you're making your application letter to Renault at this very moment. And yet, you come knocking on his hotel door.
“You’re trashin’ the room again,” you say, not ask but say, when Max opens the door and this is like 2018 again when he trashed his entire hotel room for coming in fourth. You even wear the same clothes as last year—a Red Bull polo shirt and a black pencil skirt with the same cream tote bag with peach prints but the shoes are different. “Sour loser much?”
“Fuck you.”
“Fuck you, too,” you reply in a nonchalant tone, not even taking offense that Max has cursed you out. “Lemme see your hands. I have a cold canned beer.”
“I didn't punch the wall.”
Not yet at least. He’s definitely planning to, before you have decided to knock on his door.
“Well then,” you thrust the beer towards him. “Good thing’s beer has multiple purposes. Bruised knuckles? Beer. Bruised ego? Beer.”
Angrily, Max takes the beer in your hands. He really can't deal with you right now.
“Don't worry, man. You’ll be world champion one day. You have the makings of one,” you assure him and your words are too unexpected that Max stiffens. “Not this year but one day.”
“Why can't it be this year?” he asks after a few seconds' pause.
You shrug your shoulders, “Not your time yet, I suppose.”
Then, you turn around and walk away, the loud clicks of your black and gold heels echoing in the hotel hallway until it fades into silence, while Max stands there at the open door, a cold canned beer in his hand.
He’s trying (emphasis on the word trying) to prepare himself snacks so he can eat while sim-racing. It's the off-season right now and his mother and his sister have decided to visit his place in Monaco and stay for a few days before they fly together to Belgium and spend the holidays there. Daniel’s name appears on the notification bar of Max’s phone.
daniel: is [name] in monaco rn or did she go home for the off season
max: why would she be in monaco right now
daniel: she lives there
max: [name] lives in monaco?
daniel: you didn't know??
daniel: she’s been living there since last year
daniel: ever wondered why she comes by our building a lot?
max: how am i supposed to know
daniel: she's your manager
max: well we don't exactly talk about where we live
daniel: i cant believe you
daniel: shes been living there since she was my manager
max: that long???
daniel: i cant with you sometimes
daniel: neways do u have her number?
daniel: i think she got it changed a month ago and i forgot to ask her
daniel: she's not answering my messages in ig
max: yeah yeah i do
daniel: great
daniel: can u call her and ask if she’s in the country?
max: ok
daniel: cool cool
daniel: appreciate it,, man
You answer the phone on the second ring.
“Need anythin’, man?”
When will he hear you call him Max rather than man, dude, bro, big guy, big boy, darlin’ (teasingly), or loser?
“Hi [Name]. I’m calling because, uh, Daniel messaged me,” he begins. “He said you’re not replying to his messages on Instagram.”
“Oh, my bad, my bad. I’ll check it out later, still out playin’ ball right now.”
“He’s asking if you're in Monaco right now.”
“Yeah, yeah, I am. Flight’s still next week. Why’s he askin’?”
“Okay,” he doesn't know what else is there to say. “I didn't even know you live in Monaco.”
“Well, I do,” he hears someone yelling your name. “Aight, anythin’ else you wanna know?”
“Nothing. Nothing else.”
“Okay. Stay safe out there, my guy.”
“You, too.”
The call ends and suddenly, the world feels too silent.
max: yeah she's here
max: she said her flight is scheduled next week
daniel: perfect
daniel: i have her christmas gift with me rn she better be there when i land
daniel: i have to wrap this up on the plane
daniel: do you know how hard it is to gift wrap smth during a flight
Max’s brows furrow. Perhaps he has underestimated the depth of their friendship. They're close enough that they give each other gifts. Or at least, she’s close with Daniel enough that he buys her gifts.
max: safe travels daniel
Daniel arrives a day later, which coincidentally is the same day Sophie, Max’s mother, and Victoria, his sister, landed in Monaco as well. Max’s mother adores Daniel, which is not surprising because everyone adores Daniel.
“Join us for lunch, Daniel,” Sophie invites him. Max and Victoria stand behind her. The three of them are heading out for lunch when they come across Daniel, who is also heading out, at the lobby of the apartment building.
“Sorry, Sophie, but I have an appointment today with [Name],” Daniel scratches his nape and smiles apologetically. Sophie perks up at the mention of [Name].
“Max’s manager?”
“Yes, Max’s manager,” Daniel nods enthusiastically.
“Invite her, too! I’ve always wanted to meet her. She sounds like an amazing girl from what Max has told me.”
Max groans, “Mom, please.”
He may or may not have talked about [Name] during his calls with his mother. Mostly, it's complaints. His mother has laughed at him, used to hee son's constant complaining. Despite that, she still thinks [Name] is good for her son. It's good that someone is able to rein you in when needed, she said.
“Oh, I’m sure she’ll love it. How about I call her and we’ll meet you at the restaurant in a few?” Daniel says.
Everything is settled. Max has reserved a private room for the whole lunch meeting so he can enjoy the privacy of lunch with his family. Less than an hour later, you arrive with Daniel.
Max almost drops the fork when he sees you walking towards them, just a few steps behind the grinning Daniel.
You look different than usual. Max is yet to decide if it's a good type of different or not, because when his eyes land on you, he feels like a thousand elephants have begun a violent rampage in his chest.
You’re not wearing the usual Red Bull polo shirt—perhaps that's why Max feels odd because he’s so used to seeing you wearing it—and instead, you were in a bustier jumpsuit with a white long-sleeved button-up shirt under it.
It looks a little too tight in Max’s opinion, hugging your body in a way that Max thinks you cannot breathe. He can't even breathe when he looks at you right now.
Daniel and you stop in front of the table and Max’s mother stands to kiss you both on the cheek. Max then notices that you’re carrying two bouquets in your hand. Funny how they're so huge and colorful but for some reason, he hasn't noticed them since you walked into the room.
“For you, Ma’am,” you smile as you hand the bouquet to Max’s mother, who gasps in delight. “Welcome to Monaco.”
Then, you turn to Victoria and hand her the other bouquet, “For you, too, Miss Victoria. Welcome to Monaco.”
“Please, have a seat, you two. We’ve already ordered for you," Max's mother says. You and Daniel sit down.
You and Daniel quickly engage in conversation with Max’s mother. Victoria elbows Max, leaning over his ear to whisper, “You have a good manager, Max.”
“You just like her because she got you flowers," Max whispers back.
Victoria chuckles and the Verstappen siblings join in the conversation.
Lunch is a pleasant event. Everyone loves the food. Everyone laughs. Everyone is having a good time. However, good things always come to an end. Daniel has to leave early because he has an appointment. Max is supposed to drive Victoria and his mother to the department store because they planned on shopping together as a family and buy gifts for their relatives in Belgium. But since Daniel left and he was your ride going to the restaurant, that means you have no ride going home.
You insist that you can hail a cab or even walk to your apartment since it’s “just three streets away” but Max notices that your smile looks too forced and Max calls bullshit. Max may not know where you live but he knows you're lying. Thankfully, his mother seems to share the same sentiments and push you towards Max.
“Don't worry, honey. He’s a good driver. You're in safe hands.”
“I’m really fine, Ma’am,” you try again.
“Call me Sophie,” she says, her hand comes up to your shoulder and you flinch a little. “You take good care of Max. It's the least he can do for you. Also, I’m a woman, honey. I know the pain of walking a good distance in heels. Don't subject yourself to that pain.”
You don't protest any further and the four of you hop into Max’s car. Max drives Sophie and Victoria to a department store and drops them off. He kisses his mother’s cheek as they bid a temporary goodbye. Afterwards, he instructs you to type down your address on the GPS so he can drive you to where you live.
When he reads the address you input, he snorts. You whip your head around to give him a dirty look.
“Three streets down,” he says, amused. “Really?”
“Shut up, ‘s just on the other side of the city.”
“It's still far.”
The first few minutes of the drive is silent. You sit on the passenger seat with your earbuds in and legs crossed, leaning most of your weight against the car door so your back posture sort of resembles a person with mild scoliosis. Max hears you hum along the song you’re listening to, your fingers tapping along the rhythm.
Max taps your shoulder. You turn to him, pulling off one of your earbuds.
“Somethin’ wrong?” you ask.
Why do you always assume something's wrong when he calls your attention? Does he really only talk to you when he has a problem?
Max gestures to the AUX, “You can connect your phone to my car.”
You gasp dramatically, a hand pressing on your chest, “You’re givin’ me AUX privilege? Truly honored.”
Max rolls his eyes.
“But I don't think you’ll like what I listen to,” you add.
“Try me.”
El Alfa songs have electrifying and infectious rhythms and Max may not understand the lyrics but not understanding the song lyrics can't stop a person from enjoying a song. El Alfa songs are the type of songs that you’ll hear in parties and in the streets.
“By the way,” Max begins. The song changes into something else—Sofia, the title reads, sung by Alvaro Soler. It's a whole different vibe from the previous song. “Thank you for giving my mum and sister flowers today. That was very thoughtful of you.”
“Just trynna be nice,” you say nonchalantly. “Glad they liked it.”
“Also, you look nice today.”
You slowly turn to him. You have this weird expression on your face like you have an aneurysm but also indigestion and mild stroke.
“Did you eat somethin’ weird at the restaurant?”
“No, I didn't.”
“Then why are you playin’ nice?”
Max rolls his eyes, “I can punch you if you want.”
“Yeah, right, as if you can. Your mother raised you too well to throw hands to the ladies.”
Max closes his mouth.
“See? I’m right,” you continue. “You’ll fight any man on the grid but you won't fight me even though I annoy you every day. You're not like your father, Max.”
Max clears his throat awkwardly. He does not know how to respond to you. You're too… too… honest.
“But thank you,” you say. “Borrowed this from my roomie ‘cuz I don't own any nice clothes.”
You wear branded clothing way too well for someone to think otherwise.
The song switches. Danza Kuduro starts playing. Max knows this one. He watched Fast Five.
Max stops the car outside the apartment building, but instead of hopping off, you rummage through your tote bag—still the cream-colored one with peach prints, it looks so worn down now—and pull out a….it looks like a beaded bracelet but it's not closed on the ends.
“What's this?” he asks when you hand it to him. Red and navy blue beads—the color of Red Bull.
“Consider this as my gift for the holidays. I made Daniel one so it makes sense that I give you one as well.”
Oh. Max blinks at you then glances down at the little thing in his palm. Something warm blooms in Max’s heart.
“That's very thoughtful of you.”
Panic follows. His head snaps up.
“But I haven't bought you anything.”
“That's okay, man,” you smile and open the door. “Thanks a lot for today.”
You step outside and close the door after you before Max can even utter another word. Max watches as you jog inside the building. He shakes his head when you disappear from his vision, hangs the beaded keychain with his keys, and drives back to where he drops his mother and sister off earlier.
Sophie notices the keychain and compliments it. She asks his son if he got into the hobby of creating things out of beads. Max shakes his head and tells her that the keychain is a gift from you.
His mother visibly lights up, “You should get her a gift!”
Max gets into thinking. Yeah, he should.
He meets you a day before your flight to Texas in the lobby of the building where you live. You gave him a keychain. It's only appropriate that he gives you keys. (You don't seem very happy with the gift though for God knows what reason but Max is adamant on giving it to you and will not stop at a no.
“I want you close,” he says, surprised by the sincerity that exited his mouth.
“Well, I don't.” Your words sting a little. Max ignores it.
He ends up giving you a different key. You say the other key is too expensive. Max is not thrilled but it's still a key and this certain key, you accept. So Max is happy.)
Max flies to Belgium a few days after you and celebrates the holidays with his mother's side of the family. He calls your cell in the middle of the night, Belgium is six hours ahead of Texas so Max is sure it's around four in the afternoon from where you are. He does not expect you to answer as quickly as you did.
“Somethin’ wrong?” your voice sounds rough like you’ve been asleep.
“Hi, uhm,” Max clears his throat. He’s a little tipsy right now and his words are flying around in his brain. “Happy holidays.”
There's a pause.
“You called me for that?”
“Can you stop being mean? It's the holidays.”
“Are you drunk?”
“Kinda?”
“Well then,” Max hears a ruffle of sheets and suddenly, he feels bad for waking you up. “Happy holidays to you, too, bud. Appreciate the effort and the money you spent on making this call. International calls are expensive as fuck.”
They're not. At least, Max thinks they're not.
“Can I get your Instagram? The one you use to talk to Daniel?”
“My priv? Why?”
“Because I just want it.”
“Brat. You can’t follow that account usin’ your public account. PR has access to your account and they’ll see my shit. I don't want them to see my shit.”
“Then, I’ll make a private account and we’ll follow each other.”
He hears you sigh.
“You promise not to give PR access to that account?”
“Hm. I promise.”
“Yeah, okay, whatever. Send me the details and I’ll follow you when I wake up, aight?”
Max giggles, “Okay.”
“Anythin’ else?”
“Nothing, nothing.”
“Aight, I’ll continue my nap. You enjoy yourself there.”
“Okay.”
Then, COVID happens.
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i'm undercutting this by a bit because the largest known production tires i can find aren't even this big but if we go by the firestone 707057SRG heavy loader tire as a base, they are 8 tons each and kita is carrying two of them here, so she is DRAGGING 16 tons of material. generally towing requirements dictate one horsepower for every 25 pounds towed so that means this little horsegirl has at least 1,280 horsepower
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Just a totally normal headline for a society that's "back to normal" after "beating a pandemic" :)
By Jennifer Yoon
Montreal pharmacist Aleck Brodeur just got a shipment of COVID-19 rapid tests. Ever since the temperature has been dropping, more people have wanted to buy them, he says.
"They go out so fast. We always have to order some every day, and we keep increasing the supply that we order, but they're still all going," he said.
He expects this shipment — 13 kits in total — to be gone by the end of the day. In Quebec, there were 3,882 new laboratory-confirmed cases of COVID-19 between Sept. 15 and Sept. 21.
Unlike last fall, Brodeur doesn't have free rapid tests to hand out. The federal government stopped providing free COVID rapid tests to provinces and territories in May.
In a statement to CBC News, a spokesperson for Health Canada said it is no longer procuring rapid tests en-masse. The agency also says there are no plans to replenish the federal inventory after it is depleted.
That means pharmacies have been purchasing the tests from suppliers and selling them, like any other over-the-counter merchandise. Pharmacists say the supply is sometimes thin.
"We kind of hunt them down and make sure they're Health Canada approved," said Kyro Maseh, a Toronto-area pharmacist.
Artron Laboratories Inc., which manufactures COVID test kits, said in an email it has increased test production in the past few months, and is expecting to ramp it up even more for the upcoming winter season.
Where can you get your hands on COVID tests? You might need to visit several pharmacies before you're able to find one that carries rapid tests — free or for sale.
While some pharmacies in Quebec and Ontario have run out of free tests, the situation is different elsewhere. Alberta public health says they're still handing out free tests from the federal stockpile at participating pharmacies until the supply runs out.
While Quebec pharmacies may not have any more free rapid tests, the province is handing out free rapid tests at certain clinics or service centres.
PCR testing is also available in some provinces for those at higher risk of severe illness from COVID-19. The results just take a bit longer to come in: at least 24 hours.
If you have expired tests, experts say most work for a few months after the expiry date, but they also warn false negatives are a risk: if you test negative on an expired test, but you're still experiencing symptoms, it's possible you may still have COVID — even if the expired test didn't detect it.
"If it's positive, you're definitely positive. If it's negative with symptoms, that's when you need to worry about using expired tests," said Dr. Dawn Bowdish, a professor of immunology at McMaster University and the executive director at the Firestone Institute for Respiratory Health, in Hamilton.
Should we even be testing for COVID anymore? If you're otherwise healthy and young, chances are, whether you test positive for COVID or you have the common cold, you'll be given the same advice: don't go to work or school, stay at home.
But for those who are more vulnerable to severe illness, an early positive test can change the treatment options — and possibly, health outcomes.
"Older adults and the immunocompromised who are at high risk of hospitalization should get antiviral drugs within a day or no more than two of becoming ill," Bowdish said.
"If they don't know they have COVID, they can't get the drugs that might keep them out of hospital."
Latest numbers from select public health and hospital laboratories across Canada suggest COVID-19 levels are holding steady nation-wide, but Dr. Donald Vinh, an infectious disease specialist and medical microbiologist at the McGill University Health Centre, thinks the numbers don't reflect what's actually going on in the community.
"What we know is that this is an underestimate of what's going on," he said.
There's no doubt in his mind about whether widespread testing is still worthwhile. COVID, he says, can have serious impacts on vulnerable populations — and there are also treatments available.
"Instead of saying, well, we're four years out, do we still need tests for SARS-CoV-2? I would say we, in fact, should be having broad availability of tests for pathogens which have high impact in high-risk populations and for which we can give therapy," said Vinh.
In the U.S., the federal government has re-opened a program that allows any household to receive up to four free COVID test kits by mail. American public health authorities are urging the public to take a quick test before visiting with friends and family during the holiday season.
Bowdish, the immunologist, says she would like to see something similar in Canada.
"People do change their behaviours and decisions if they know they have an infection that might cause an older adult or someone who's vulnerable to get seriously ill."
#mask up#covid#pandemic#covid 19#wear a mask#public health#coronavirus#sars cov 2#still coviding#wear a respirator
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what are some of the songs that the patients / staff listen to in sparkleswap?
HM. ok im not good at assigning specific songs ppl listen to so im gonna give you my idea of the kind of songs they listen to. feel free to disregard and replace w/ur own hcs though LOL
barry - only listens to classical music/game osts bc music with lyrics is too overestimating for him :p
uni - #1 mom jeans fan forever and ever i think and trust and believe to be true. would also be funny to make her a car seat headrest fan idk.
carrie - ayesha erotica, rebzyyx, chonny jash, mayb mal blum. i realize thats a crazy combo but thats what my heart says is true
hemera - i think shed rlly love mitski. and mayve leanna firestone and nicole dollanger. mostly mitski tho.
jay - milk in the microwave, cavetown, doglantic, alex g, beach bunny, bloodgirl. try and triangulate their taste from that lmao
polly - he likes music with a story to it bc he doesn't like having to make one up. likes musicals. he would LOVE garfeld the musical. i also think he'd like the front bottoms (projector) maybe the scary jokes too
snare - fiona apple i thinksies... maybe björk too. oh and deff CAKE. her dad influenced her music taste a lot i think
funfetti - hop along, queen ansleis . trust . maybe rio romeo ???? god i do Not know im sorry
puppy - i dont think shes ever heard weird al but shed fucking love weird al are u kidding me. if u asked her tho shed say one of those weird songs abt jesus they teach u at Jesus Camp. but not abt jesus bc its spinch. you get it
doom - ajj, the unreleased version of The Hands That Thieve album pls listen to it on youtube ough. love that album. i know im supposed to say goth bands and heavy rock or w/e but i dont know a lot of those ok ... be nice 😞
pinata - fucking loves they might be giants . and also talking heads thats what my heart is whispering from beneath the floorboards
mood - pigeon pit, local news legend, phemiec warrior
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I SAW U HAVE REQS ON BESTIE AND I HAVE THIS IDEA FLOATING IN MY HEAD
ITS SOFT
SO FUCKING SWEET OMGGGGG
AND THE SONG STRAWBERRY MENTOS
P P P PLEASE GIVE IT A LISTEN
IT CAN BE ANYONE U THINK FITS😗😗 I JUST NEED LIKE A QUICK RAMBLE IM
im dying
I love this so much pookie!
I’ve finally written a lil angsty thing for the king of angst Satoru who is the love of my JJK life. I hope you like it 💘
“Do you want a candy?”
Suguru blinks at you, violet eyes faintly surprised.
“I’m sorry?”
You hold out a little packet of pale pink sweets, squeezed tightly into a foil wrapper. Glossy and saccharine, they glint up at him from your palm.
Suguru had been desperately swilling a crumpled and warm bottle of water into his mouth, following a particularly nasty exorcism. The truly abysmal taste of the curse is so potent, it’s nearly made him dry heave twice on the walk back to the subway station. Usually he can tolerate it without complaint, he’s probably one of the only people to know what swallowing a curse is like, but today was difficult.
Nagging thoughts loiter at the back of his mind, ones without the usual honour or ambition others have come to expect from him. Plaintively he wonders what life would be like without having to consume the worst of humanity every day, whether he’d still feel fulfilled by reading his favourite novels or skipping stones on a sunny autumn afternoon spent on the banks of a river. Suguru doubts it.
He’s alone in this quest and for now it’s a noble one. But you’ve noticed something is wrong, seen the way his throat bobbed uncomfortably with each passing step, while his stomach churned. It’s rare to for Suguru to allow a chink in his armour, even less common for another person to be around to spot it. It warms the ice cold negativity in his chest, heals some deep wound festering from the inside out.
Suguru accepts the little candy, his long lashes curling over his gaze as he smiles in thanks. Strawberry flavour, soft and delicate just like you are. You don’t make a fuss of it, carrying on to the subway like nothing’s happened. In reality you’ve brightened his entire day with just one small gesture. But the artificial sweetness is enough to disguise the foulness of the spirt he absorbed.
Suguru sees you in a new light that day, one painted with perfect pink bathed clarity. On the way back to his apartment he buys three packets of strawberry mentos, making a mental note to distract Gojo with one of them before engaging your attention again.
While the candy rests on his tongue, the world is back to shinning simplicity, good versus bad righted as they should be.
Also, the scent reminds him of you, bringing a dazed look to his features from time to time.
That, will be more difficult to hide from Gojo.
#x-blue-spring-x#geto suguru#jujutsu kaisen#jjk geto#jjk suguru#jjk Suguru x you#suguru x reader#Suguru x you#geto x you#geto x reader#Geto with the good hair.#violet eyes for the win
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Stephanie Lauter
Sam Sax, Pig // Ethel Cain, "Sun Bleached Flies" // Carrie the Musical, "The World According to Chris" // Team Starkid, Nerdy Prudes Must Die (2023) // @necrosummer // Leanna Firestone, "Least Favorite Only Child" // Karyn Kusama, Jennifer's Body (2008) // Brooklyn Nine-Nine 3 x 12, "9 Days" // Deftones, "Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want" // twitter user @Alexius_sc2 // Naethan Apollo "I Don't Get Sleep" via @lyricalmusingstuff // June Gehringer, "EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS"
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The 1965 Lotus-Ford that Jimmy Clark drove to the 1965 Indianapolis 500 Championship.
Jim Clark was a 2 time F1 World Champion and Indy 500 Champion
Jim Clark died because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. On 7 April 1968, Clark should have been at Brands Hatch giving the DFV-engined Ford F3L its debut in the BOAC 500 sports car race. But he had been double-booked that weekend, and instead spent it at Hockenheim in Germany for a big European F3 meeting where Lotus was fielding its works team, to oblige sponsors Firestone.
Clark was a sheep farmer from the Scottish Borders who had started competing in sprints in his Sunbeam Mk3 saloon in 1956. He won his first event. He raced friend Ian Scott Watson’s DKW Sonderklasse and Porsche 356 1600 Super before graduating to a Jaguar D-type run by the Border Reivers team.
In 1958 Scott Watson bought one of the first Lotus Type 14 Elites, and at the Boxing Day Brands Hatch race meeting Clark had Lotus founder Colin Chapman in his own Elite all but beaten, until a backmarker spun in front of him.
Clark’s smoothness and mechanical sympathy meant he could often get a Lotus to last a race distance where other drivers could not
By 1960 Clark was a Lotus F1 driver, and he won his first championship race at Spa in 1962. It was one of three wins that year, leaving him in contention for the world championship at the final race of the season in South Africa – but his Lotus failed him, and BRM driver Graham Hill was crowned champion.
There was no mistake the following year. Clark won seven of the 10 races in 1963 – the most any driver had won in one season – and took his first world championship win in dominant style.
Chapman was renowned for building cars that were as light as possible, but often their reliability was suspect. Clark’s smoothness and mechanical sympathy meant he could often get a Lotus to last a race distance where other drivers could not, but it didn’t always work out: in 1964 a strong of retirements robbed him of the chance to defend his F1 title. He was back in 1965 with the new Lotus 33, and six race wins guaranteed him his second world championship.
Graham Hill joined Lotus for 1967 – typically, Clark insisted they were both paid the same salary – and carried out much of the development work on the new Cosworth DFV engine. It was obvious that the DFV-powered Lotus 49 was the class of the field at its debut race at Zandvoort, so Hill and Clark tossed to decide who would win. Hill won the toss, but his car expired, leaving Clark to win – in a car he had never seen before that weekend.
Clark had immense natural ability: he often struggled to understand why other drivers couldn’t keep up
Arguably his greatest race came in the 49 at Monza later that year when he suffered a puncture while leading. The pit stop to change the tyre left him a lap down but he fought past the leading group to unlap himself, belying some commentators’ opinions that Clark wasn’t a racer, and was only any good when controlling a race from the front. He lapped faster and faster, caught up an entire lap, and passed the front-runners again to re-take the lead. But the epic win was not to be: the Lotus ran out of fuel with a couple of laps to go, and John Surtees won in the ‘Hondola’ RA300.
Clark had immense natural ability: he often struggled to understand why other drivers couldn’t keep up. When he had a big enough lead he would keep himself amused by setting the car up in a big slide for the benefit of trackside photographers. His feel for the car was legendary: driving the Lotus 49 for the first time at Zandvoort in 1967 he was convinced something wasn’t right with the car, though there was nothing obvious amiss. But when Team Lotus tore down the car overnight they found one of the wheel bearings was just starting to fail.
Clark won the first F1 championship race of the 1968 season in South Africa, where he beat Juan Manuel Fangio’s all-time record of 24 world championship Grand Prix victories. He was well-placed to win more F1 races and maybe become champion again in 1968, but then came Hockenheim…
His Lotus 48 F2 car was up against a strong international field and Clark was running eighth after the first four laps. On the fifth lap the Lotus headed uphill out of the stadium section of the course and into the woods, was seen to twitch, and flew off the road into the trees. Though the cause of the accident was never established beyond all doubt, it’s likely that a rear tyre failed, possibly due to debris from a previous incident. The Lotus hit a tree, and Clark died from a broken neck and fractured skull. He was just 32.
The whole motor racing community was numb. At Brands Hatch the news was announced to a stunned crowd. Colin Chapman was so destraught he considered giving up motor racing for good. Chris Amon, one of the greatest drivers of his era, summed up the general mood among the drivers by saying if this could happen to Clark, “What chance have the rest of us got?”
The shockwaves from his death were felt not just in Europe, where Clark was a superstar in F1 and touring car racing, but also in the US. Clark had been denied victory in the Indy 500 in dubious circumstances in 1963 but returned, and dominated the race, in 1965 – becoming the first F1 World Champion to win at the Brickyard.
But for a few quirks of fate, Clark could have been F1 champion 1962-1963-1964-1965-1968 and might even have gone on to race and win in the slicks-and-wings era of the early 1970s, which brought two world titles for the Lotus 72. He was, without doubt, one of the greatest drivers ever to race in F1.
Family and community meant a lot to him: his gravestone in Chirnside lists his occupation as ‘farmer’ before ‘World Champion motor racing driver’.
Jim Clark's grave in Chirnside, Scotland.
Jim Clark – winner 1968 Australian Grand Prix at Sandown, Melbourne.
In 1967, Lotus and Cosworth were reshaping the sport of Formula 1 with the assistance of Jim Clark and Graham Hill.
Jim Clark - Lotus 25 - French GP (1965)
French GP, Clermont Ferrand, 27 June 1965 .Winner Jim Clark, Lotus 33 in practice(he raced Lotus 25)
1964 Goodwood TT, Jim Clark, Lotus 30 Ford
The Flying Scotsman Jim Clark
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If You Ain't Cheating, You Ain't Trying...Part One.
Well, in the week between Indycar's Long Beach Grand Prix and the Children's of Alabama Grand Prix at Barber Motorsports Park, all hell broke loose in the series.
Way, way, way back in the distant past of the 2024 Firestone Grand Prix of St. Petersburg - Indycar's season opener - Josef Newgarden won the race and his teammates Scott McLaughlin and Will Power finished third and fourth, respectively.
Except...that's not what happened.
Immediately following the Long Beach Grand Prix, it was announced that Newgarden and McLaughlin were disqualified, and Will Power was docked ten points. All of them were fined and stripped of their prize money from St. Pete. Why? Well, it all has to do with illegal push-to-pass software.
Now, push-to-pass (aka the overtake button) is part of Indycar racing, has been for awhile now. Every driver is given an equal amount for the race, they're allowed to deploy it at their discretion - with some caveats I'll get into in a moment - and it gives them a boost in engine power while they're on the button. If you're an F1 fan of old, it's sorta like the KERS button, except the amount is measured for the whole race, not just by the lap.
The caveat is that push-to-pass is not allowed to be used during starts or restarts. In fact, the only time it should be used - the only time it should be possible to be used - is when race control sends out the transponder signal to enable P2P in the race. Team Penske, however, had a software that allowed them to use P2P whenever, which they say was accidentally left in the car following a preseason test of Indycar's upcoming hybrid system.
So, Penske had an illegal software that allowed them to skirt the P2P rules and get that extra boost in power at any point in the race. Josef Newgarden pressed it multiple times during restarts, Scott McLaughlin used it as well, though he maintains he only used it once and it was by force of habit rather than intentional cheating, and Will Power did not use P2P outside of his limits, but his car carried the software. Thus, the former two were disqualified, and the latter was given a points penalty.
The intriguing thing is...remember when I said that this all happened after Long Beach? Well, the reason for that is that, in morning warm-up ahead of the Long Beach Grand Prix, race control ran into a technical glitch and couldn't turn on P2P, and yet...the Penske cars were using it. All three of them. Race control immediately told them to stop, and then after Long Beach, they went back to look at the season's previous points race at St. Pete. This is when Team Penske was caught, and this is why they were disqualified from St. Pete so long after the fact.
When the news broke, reactions were mixed.
A lot of people felt betrayed by the drivers, they saw this as a breach of trust and integrity, and Josef Newgarden quickly became the poster child of this scandal. This went so far that, at Barber this weekend, Josef hosted a tearful press conference when he tried to defend himself and his honor. Nevertheless, a lot of people seemed to be rooting for Josef to fail at Barber.
As for me, well...I was more intrigued by the whole thing.
Cheating is part of motorsports and always has been, and I choose to treat it almost like a magic trick. It's just like the wild innovations of the 1960s and 1970s - what did these genius designers think of this time to skirt the rules, and how did they do it?
So, on the backs of that Penske controversy, this week, I'm going to do a series of blogs on cheating scandals from racing's past. Today, we'll start with...
The 1994 Benetton Option 13 scandal:
Probably the most similar story to this, in my opinion, is the story of Option 13. Before I get into it, I want to say that youtuber Aidan Millward has done a number of great videos on this topic and I learned a lot from those. Anyway, after the 1992 and 1993 F1 seasons, which saw the teams playing around with traction control, active suspension, automatic gearboxes, launch control, and all kinds of technological innovations, the FIA banned all driver aids ahead of the 1994 season.
For Williams, this made their car unruly and difficult to drive, contributing to the death of Ayrton Senna at the San Marino Grand Prix.
For Benetton and their star driver Michael Schumacher, this gave them the chance to take the fight to the established teams.
Except, Benetton had a little secret...
After retiring from the 1994 Pacific Grand Prix - which you may remember from my Suzuka in April blogpost - Ayrton Senna stood at the side of the track and listened to the cars going past, and when he heard the Benetton, the story goes that he sore they must have been using traction control.
At the very next race, Ayrton Senna dies in his crash and Michael Schumacher wins his third race in a row in the Benetton.
At this point, the FIA asks to see the ECU code from Benetton, Ferrari, and McLaren. Ferrari complied immediately, Benetton and McLaren dragged their feet. Why? Well, it was uncovered that McLaren had some leftover and unused code having to do with automatic shifting, while Benetton...they had Option 13.
On the digital display of the B194, the driver could scroll across twelve displayed options...but they could also scroll down to a thirteenth, unseen option. This hidden option was not traction control, but it was launch control. Benetton maintained that, like McLaren, this was unused leftover code. The FIA was unconvinced, however, they couldn't prove that Benetton actually used this system in the race. Thus, they were at an impasse.
For now, the FIA settled on fining Benetton and McLaren $100,000 for missing the initial deadline on the ECU source code.
For the rest of the season, the FIA watched Benetton like a hawk.
So, when Michael Schumacher decided to start the British Grand Prix early and overtook Damon Hill on the formation lap. 27 minutes later, Schumacher was handed a five second stop-go penalty. When Schumacher failed to serve this penalty, he was shown the black flag on lap twenty-one. However, Schumacher stayed out as Benetton bosses Flavio Briatore and Tom Walkinshaw argued with race control Abu Dhabi 2021 style. Eventually, Schumacher would serve his penalty on lap twenty-seven...six laps after he was disqualified. He then continued further and crossed the finish line second on track, all while technically disqualified.
Benetton appealed, the FIA began an investigation, with Benetton admitting they made a mistake, but arguing that race control failed to inform them within the required fifteen minutes of the incident in question. Michael was allowed to race while the incident was under appeal.
A month and a half later, at the Belgian Grand Prix, Michael Schumacher won despite a spin at Pouhon. However, he was disqualified for an irregularly worn plank - much like Lewis Hamilton and Charles Leclerc would be at the 2023 USGP - furthermore, Benetton's appeal from the British Grand Prix was dismissed. Schumacher was banned for the next two races at Monza and Estoril.
In the end though, in controversial fashion, Schumacher would collide with Damon Hill at Adelaide in the season-ending Australian Grand Prix, and thus win the title by one point.
Thus, Benetton's star driver was kicked out of four races that year, but none of it was actually about Option 13. Sure, it's pretty easy to say that the FIA knew that Benetton was bending the rules so decided to throw the book at them at every opportunity, but they could never actually prove cheating.
So yeah, what better way to kick off this week of cheating blogs than with two cases of illegal software thirty years apart.
Next, I intend to talk about the lead shot Tyrrell, and after that, the revered, almost folkloric misadventures of Smokey Yunick in the early years of NASCAR.
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Title: The First Rule of Climate Club | Author: Carrie Firestone | Publisher: G. P. Putnam's Sons (2022)
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"Rage and shame have set the makeshift arena on fire. It is all ablaze. There are pieces of Chip's soul in the bits of ash that fly through the air. Pieces of all of our souls." "When ash falls to the ground, it grows gardens."
!!NOT MY ORIGINAL WORK!!
I JUST TWEAKED THE WRITING A LITTLE
I was reading Carrie Firestone's Dress Coded and found a passage that activated the JRWI brainrot, lol. Page 201, to be specific.
#oof ouch my bones#jrwi#jrwi show#jrwi podcast#jrwi riptide#just roll with it#gillion tidestrider#chip jrwi
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Book Recommendations For Women's History Month
Does My Body Offend You? by Mayra Cuevas and Marie Marquardt
Six Angry Girls by Adrienne Kisner
Moxie by Jennifer Mathieu
We Should All Be Feminists by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Colour Purple by Alice Walker
Rebel Girls by Elizabeth Keenan
Dress Coded by Carrie Firestone
Bossypants by Tina Fey
Maybe He Just Likes You by Barbara Dee
Not Here To Be Liked by Michelle Quach
Bad Feminist by Roxanne Gay
Girls To The Front by Sara Marcus
The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Becoming by Michelle Obama
#feminist books#female rights#feminist recommendation#feminism is for everybody#feminism#intersectional feminism#feminist#womenempowerment#women#womenempoweringwomen#womens rights#women's rights#women's history#women's history month#riot grrrl#riot ghoul#book reccs#book recommendations#books#booklr#books and reading#book blog#bookblogger#bookblr#book community
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The anarchist-feminists and their ideology possess a significance that extends beyond anarchism. The purpose of this study is not so much to examine anarchism through the lives of the women who espoused it as it is to understand the ways in which a group of women responded to the social, sexual, and economic upheavals of the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. The anarchist women are important in this sense because we have come to realize that the antistatist, antiauthoritarian, decentralist visions of the anarchists, as well as their emphasis on discovering the "natural" constraints on human behavior, are an integral part of our intellectual heritage. While I do not go so far as David de Leon, who asserts that anarchism is the American radical tradition, I believe that its impact on American thought has been misunderstood and underrated. Anarchist excesses in thought and action signify more than eccentricity; the anarchists carried to their logical and extreme ends tendencies that already existed in American society. Anarchism provides us with a useful yardstick for measuring the boundaries of acceptable deviation from conventional patterns of behavior.
Although the anarchist women considered themselves exempt from the notions of womanhood that restricted their less liberated sisters, we realize that their connections to the larger society were closer and more complex than they themselves recognized. It is in this context that the role of these women as feminists becomes important not only in terms of our understanding of their relationship to the women's rights movement of a century ago but also in terms of contemporary feminism. Although late-twentieth-century feminists may recognize that political and legal rights wrested from the state have not resulted in fundamental equality, they still emphasize the passage of the Equal Rights Amendment or other antidiscriminatory statutes, partly because legal equality with men is a gain that the existing institutional structure can accommodate without fundamental changes in the structure of society. It would be much harder for feminists to retain the support of political moderates if they asserted that political, legal, and economic parity, while essential for an egalitarian society, does not assure true equality. For the most part, contemporary feminists have not confronted the question of whether inequality may be inherent in our more intimate institutional arrangements, such as the family. Some radical feminists, perhaps most notably Shulamith Firestone, have argued that we must eradicate existing notions of family life and alter our patterns of sexual behavior if we expect to eliminate inequality of the sexes. But, on the whole, feminists have confined their scrutiny of familial and sexual relationships to such issues as an enhanced role for fathers in childrearing, the necessity for readily available and affordable child care, housework-sharing, and the right to abortion. All of these are important concerns, yet they do not come to grips with the question of the extent to which the family relationship itself may be inegalitarian. Among the anarchist women of a century ago we find the kind of serious probing of sexual and familial relationships that could serve as a preface to a new feminist analysis.
The anarchist-feminists insisted that female subordination was rooted in an obsolete system of sexual and familial relationships. Attacking marriage, often urging sexual varietism, insisting on both economic and psychological independence, and sometimes denying maternal responsibility, they argued that personal autonomy was an essential component of sexual equality, and that political and legal rights could not of themselves engender such equality. Although in seeking liberation they often went to extremes—even from a twentieth-century point of view—their recognition of the significance of sexual and domestic relationships in developing a feminist theory commends them to our attention.
-Margaret S. Marsh, Anarchist Women, 1870-1920
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Expansion ideas for Gemcutter? Yes, I know you just posted about this Quirk right now, but it looks so cool and perfect for a support that I already want to know about a possible expansion for the Quirk :D
Well, I certainly appreciate your enthusiasm. I'm glad you like the Quirk so much and I hope you like this as well.
With "Gemcutter", their training is going to involve a lot of experimentation with the various effects that the crystals could have. The best way to do this is for the user to study medical books and try to make crystals to specifically counteract certain injuries or diseases. Maybe throw in some general anatomy books as well. The user could hand these off to other people, such as those with Quirks involving physical weaknesses. In doing so, the user could gain a greater understanding of their crystals and how to best design them, as well as what kind of enhancements and protections they could make with the crystals. This could result in them being able to craft crystals faster with greater efficiency and higher reserves of energy at greater speeds.
The biggest evolution would come from the user making larger and larger crystals. Ones that could work around the contact limit of the Quirk, instead spreading the effect of the crystals to multiple people at a time who are in close range of it. This could be a safe zone from certain effects or a protection against specific attacks, like the user throwing a crystal of fire resistance to protect their allies from a fire ball. Super Moves could involve utilizing these kinds of crystals for a big move. Another could be trying to drain a single gem all at once for an even greater, temporary benefit when they really need it for similar results. You could name the crystals after types of gems and carat for how potent the gem is, like Ten Carat: Firestone for the aforementioned defensive option.
As for support equipment, a lot of it is going to be out-of-field tools. Namely, the user could have certain items to put the crystals inside of, which they then give to other people, such as a ring or a necklace. Not only to help them carry around the crystals but to help protect the crystals from damage. Maybe they could have labeled pouches in order to figure out which of their crystals does what. Another fun idea is that the user could have a staff that they place the gems at the top of and have a system to spin them around. This could let the user quickly apply certain crystals they need by pressing the staff against people. It even fits the image of a spellcaster, which fits perfectly with the Quirk. Go around as a cool wizard in robes covered in gems with your crystal-coated staff.
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