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[willowsnook]

Your funeral (pt. 1)

hi!! can i pls order bacon with onion in a bowl mikes way, thank you <333

max verstappen x riccardo!sister

My heart is only yours to break

A/N: this will be two parts, I get carried away writing for Max, lmao. So the bolded line and smut will be in pt. 2, sorry not sorry 😘

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Australia 2024

Max last saw you in the paddock in the summer of 2018 following your high school graduation. He had known you for two years, being Daniel’s teammate, and found you shy compared to your older brother. He was 21 then, so the two of you didn’t really talk that much, and he just thought of you as “Danny Ric’s sweet little sister.” 

Six years later, he barely recognized you. You’d let your hair grow out, your muscles were more toned and defined, and it seemed like you’d become the queen of yapping. He had spent 10 minutes creepily watching you from the garage as you talked with Yuki, trying to figure out who you were. It all made sense when he watched Daniel appear, pulling you into a hug. Max blushed when he realized it, trying to shove down all the thoughts he was just having about the mysterious hot girl in the RedBull garage. 

Daniel waved him over after spotting him, and Max made his way over to the group. Your eyes were shining as he approached, excited to see an old friend, and you pulled him into a hug to greet him. He was caught off guard at first but wrapped his arms around you in return, breathing in your ocean-scented perfume. 

“It’s good to see you, Max; it’s been so long!” you cheerfully said to the Dutch man. 

“I know. What has it been, six years?” He asked, even though he already knew the answer. He needed to pull himself together. 

“Yeah, I think so,” you replied. Yuki and Daniel were called off to RB, leaving you alone with Max, who seemed a little nervous. 

“So what brings you back?” He asked. 

“Finally have the time off work,” you said. “I stopped coming while I was in school so I could focus on my studies, and then every summer, I had an internship so I couldn’t come to any of those races. Then I got a job right after graduation in St. Tropez, and it’s been so busy but so good. I get to do what I love and the town is so beautiful. I’m a marine biologist, so I always knew I’d get to call some coastal town home.” 

You finished talking breathlessly, and Max looked at you with wide eyes. 

“I think that’s more words I’ve ever heard from you than in those two years when Daniel and I were teammates,” he teased, and you blushed. 

“I was like 16, Max,” you huffed, and he laughed. 

“Are you coming to more races this season?”

“I hope so. Since I’ve been with this company for two years, I have a little more allowed time off,” you told him. 

“It’ll be good for Daniel to have you around,” he said, your heart squeezed, thinking about how rough it’s been for your brother the past couple of years. 

“You’ve been a good friend to him,” you replied softly, bringing your hand to squeeze his. His face flushed and you were amused by the power you seemed to have over “Mad Max.” 

Later, Max walked towards his driver's room after debriefs when Daniel caught up with him. 

“So my sister is back,” Daniel said, and Max continued, not looking at his friend. 

“So she is,” he replied simply. 

“I saw how you were looking at her,” Daniel said firmly. “Don’t make me say it.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” Max said, turning to Daniel with his signature smile. “Off-limits.”

Daniel nodded, still eyeing him but letting him go into the room. 

Miami 2024

Since Australia, Max had followed you on Instagram and you had quickly followed him back, which led you down a rabbit hole of what he had been up to in the past couple of years. You weren’t the only one that had glowed up. 

Your company had an office in Miami, so you flew out the week of the race to tour the facility and watch your brother in action. On Friday morning, you were walking through the hotel lobby on your way to the beach when you ran into Max. 

“Hey!” You said brightly as you caught up with him. 

“Y/n,” he said, greeting you. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dragged down to your chest, where your bikini was visible under your see-through coverup. “Headed to the beach?”

“Yeah, I figure a day laying out in the sun will do me good,” you replied. 

“I’m sure it will.”

“Too bad you can’t come with me.” You said, subtly testing the waters, trying to determine if your interest was even slightly mutual. Max’s gaze was intense in your eyes, and you could tell he was fighting an internal battle. 

“Don’t flirt with me, y/n. It’s not allowed,” he said sternly, which made you smile wider. 

“Who said I’m flirting with you?” You replied, and he rolled his eyes. 

“I see how you look at me like I’m a piece of meat,” he teased, and you laughed out loud. 

“You’re the one who was literally staring at my tits five minutes ago,” you replied, and he slapped his hand over your mouth, looking around. 

“Don’t say that schatje; your brother has eyes everywhere,” he said seriously, and your eyes crinkled in amusement. “I’ll see you later.” 

Daniel's race did not go well, finishing in P15. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him when he got out of the car and your heart sank. You knew he would try to mask his pain with happiness for Lando getting his first win, but you saw right through it. 

Don’t get me wrong. You were ecstatic for Lando, having met him when Daniel was at McLaren. The two of you were the same age, so you got along easily. Admittingly, you did shed a few tears when he crossed the finish line, but your heart ached for your brother. 

He was silent when he met you after the debrief, and you launched into a very long story about a shark you were tracking off the coast to try and distract him. You hit the 7-minute mark, and things were finally starting to get interesting when Daniel laughed loudly out loud, looking over at you. 

“I love you,” he said, and you smiled, moving into his arms. 

“I love you too Danny,” you told him. 

“No more sadness today, let’s celebrate Lando,” he said, determined, and you grinned. 

Lando was already fucked up when you guys made it to the club that night. You hadn’t seen him after the race yet, so he picked you up and twirled you around when he saw you. 

“I’m so proud of you buddy,” you told him and he smiled. 

“Okay, then buy me a shot,” he replied and you giggled. 

“You make so much more money than I do,” you complained teasingly. He pulled out his wallet, handing you his card. 

“Just use my card for the night.”

You were at the bar waiting on the shots when you felt a presence behind you, a hand casually settling on your lower back. 

“I’m surprised Daniel let you leave the hotel wearing that,” Max said in your ear, causing chills to flare up all over your body. Your red dress was tight on your body, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thinking about catching someone’s attention. 

“Hmm, so that means you like it,” you smirked, turning to step into him. 

“You are going to be the death of me,” he murmured, and you shot him a wicked grin. 

“Then get your affairs in order,” you replied before grabbing the tray of shots and moving back to the group. Max followed close behind you, congratulating Lando when you both reached him. You watched your brother narrow his eyes as he looked from you to Max, and you gave him an innocent smile. 

Many drinks later, you danced in the crowd a respectable distance away from Max. That didn’t stop him from openly watching you the whole time, though. 

“What’s up with you and Max?” Lando asked as you took a break from dancing. 

“Nothing,” you said quickly and he gave you a look. “Nothing can happen.”

He nodded understanding, “You think Danny will kill him?”

“Most likely,” you said, sighing and looking back over to Max, who was talking to your brother funny enough. “His funeral, though.”

You excused yourself to go to the bathroom, and when you came back into the hallway, an arm shot out, grabbing you. 

Max pulled you along to a darker area of the club with a tad more privacy. He stopped in the corner, moving you against the wall and leaving you no time to say anything before his lips were on yours. 

It was a bruising kiss that had you feeling delirious, reaching up to tug his hair, which made him press up against you harder. 

“Wearing that dress just for me hmm,” he said, pulling back before attaching his mouth on your neck, trying to leave a mark. You half tried to push him off but found yourself whimpering instead. 

“Max, we can’t,” you said breathlessly. He finally let up, his lips puffy, as he looked at you with fire behind his eyes. 

“I know, I just wanted to claim what was mine,” he said and you squeezed your legs together at his words. “Now, when all those guys keep looking at you in there, they’ll see my mark on your neck.” 

“You are insane,” you said, amused but then panicked, thinking about your brother. “He’s going to kill me.”

“Maybe,” Max said. “That’s what you get for wearing that dress schatje, and he won’t know I did it. Your funeral.”

You knew drunk Lando probably blabbed immediately after you left him, and those words made that apparent. 

Sure enough, when you made it back to the dance floor, your brother took one look at your neck and yanked you outside, lecturing you about kissing random men. If only he knew. 

pt. 2 here

[twopoppies]

Regarding music industry and treatment of global popstars.

Often it seems that people can’t imagine the biggest boy band or someone as powerful as HS being mistreated or scolded in the meeting rooms of their record labels or promoters.

Let me share this tidbit that’s not widely known in the world of celebrity news.

Full article: https://www.cnn.com/2013/06/10/showbiz/jackson-death-trial/index.html

Most telling part: ““I screamed at him so loud the walls were shaking,” Phillips wrote to Leiweke. (…)

Phillips e-mailed a man who was waited outside the hotel with a convoy of vehicles that he put Jackson in a cold shower and “just slapped him and screamed at him.”

In court, Phillips downplayed his words as “an exaggeration.”

“I slapped him on the butt,” he testified, comparing it to what a football coach would do to a player.”

That’s the CEO of world’s second largest concert promoter bragging about screaming at, slapping and manhandling the world’s objectively biggest pop star when MJ was dealing with extreme anxiety - and then making light of it in court. Reminds you of a certain SC?

So don’t ever doubt a 16 year old dreaming of being a domestic goddess and a 19 year old who’s on the phone to his mom every night and has to write really small letters to fit in all he wants to say on a birthday card cannot be intimidated and manipulated into signing or doing certain things.

I think people really don't understand the depths to which people in the music industry will go to ensure that the amount of money and power they currently have will continue to build. Rumors about people like Tommy Motola and Simon Cowell exist for a reason.

Full MJ article here

I suggest looking through my posts on the head of SONY Music Australia as an example. I am certain this guy isn't the only one in the industry behaving this way. But I do think he became their easy scapegoat. He got messy and he got caught. So everyone washed their hands of him and pretended that now that he's gone, the music industry is so much better. LOL! They said the same about the movie industry when Weinstein was caught. They'll say the same when Diddy is finally sentenced. It's never going to change as long as there are people with vast amounts of wealth and power who don't want to change the status quo.

[nicolesainz]

Darling (JB 22)

Jenson Button x f!reader (Mark Webbers Daughter)

A/N: Ya’ll can blame the Brawn Doc (which btw was great, go check it out)

Summary: A little visit to your dad’s old friend after the Goodwill festival wouldn’t hurt,right?

Warnings: minors dni, +18, suggestive smut, edging, fingering, p! in v!, age gap (reader is 22)

“Hey Jense, would you mind keeping an eye on her? Missus and I will fly back to Australia but she’s staying here for a friend’s party”

My father would’ve never let me stay in a hotel. It had to be Jenson. Out of all his friends, all the people in the fucking UK, it had to be him.

And reminded that I’m 22. Not underage. And I can legally drink, thank you very much.

“Of course mate. I have a spare room she can use. I’ll barely be home this weekend.” It was the British Grand Prix and he is a presenter for Sky Sports, hence why he won’t be around.

To be fair, I only watch the post race show just to admire him. But my dad doesn’t need to know that, or Jenson himself. He doesn’t have to know how handsome he is or how smart he sounds given his knowledge in Formula One.

What’s more attractive than that?

And the fact that I have secret screenshots of his shots in my phone, but again, no one needs to know.

“Let me get her luggage full of god knows what type of dresses. I don’t even know when she bought them!”

"I hope you know how old I am, dad" I roll my eyes at his comment as Jenson lets out a small giggle, earning a death glare from my dad.

"Before she leaves the house, please make sure to see what she's wearing. And if there are any boys in sight." my dad warns him, as if I am going to enroll myself in the army and fight the enemy, which to him, would've been more preferable compared to a party.

"Got it. We definitely know that you think she's 17" Jenson replies and my mother laughs along, as I try not to burst out.

"If you side with Y/N, I will break your Porche." My dad's voice raise and I glance at Jenson who has a look plastered on his face as if he was offended and scared by the threat.

"I have kids myself, I think she's going to be safe with me. Come on Mark! I was the only driver you never crashed with, kinda." He takes the luggage away from my mother's hands and waves them goodbye as I go and hug them.

"Take care kiddo and if you need anything, im a call away. Also if you want to go to the paddock, the passes are under my name" he kisses my head after having me squeezed in a tight hug.

"Y-yes dad, I know. Now please let me go because I cant breathe."

"Sorry" he sets me free and I join Jenson's side. God he's tall and broad.

"Alright now, shall we?" he looks down at me and I nod, unable to utter a single word, even though I've know him my whole life.

The boys in my university were dying to hear stories with the senior formula one drivers, coming from a daughter of one. It's a nice feeling to narrate all the success and glory of this sport.

"Seriously though, your bag is very light. Are you even carrying anything in here?" Jenson asks, weighing up and down my luggage, flexing his muscles as I try not to drool all over the place.

"Only necessities. Dresses, shoes, makeup, few outfits for the race and condoms." the last one quite shocked him but also was a way of teasing him, given my major crush.

"You have condoms, yet I didn't hear you say panties"

"Won't be needing any"

"And why is that, may I ask?"

"Cause I like to be free. More access and more fun" I wink at him and I stare at his lips, a smirk is growing as each word is leaving mine.

"So you are telling me, that right now, underneath this short but nonetheless breathtaking dress, no panties are worn?"

I get closer to him and whisper softly in his ear:

"Wanna see for yourself?"

Honestly, don't ask me where I found this much confidence and especially with someone twice my age. And a friend of my dad's.

"Behave yourself darling" he coughs lightly to clear his throat and grabs me by the waist, so my dress doesn't float from the summer breeze.

"And what if I don't want you, Mr. Button?"

"Then you'll wish you had never said that" he growls and immediately opens me the door to his McLaren.

When he gets in the drivers seat, he wastes no time and gets on the road instantly. During the ride, there's a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere, until the air coming out of Jenson's window pulls up my dress and his hand quickly falls on my thigh, holding it down once more.

Jenson decides to roll up his window but his hand remains on my thigh and this time, is holding it firmly and starts caressing it from the inside.

Soft sighs leave my mouth, but controlling them is inevitable when his touch was all I have been craving since I turned 18. His foot hits the gas harder, speeding and driving in between the other slower cars. He reminds me of the Jenson back in his Brawn days and I can feel myself pooling just at the thought.

It was the very right time when his hand cupped my bare pussy, feeling the wetness caused by barely a thought of him. The slight touch of his fingers on my trembling self has my knees going paralyzed. I feel like crying from pleasure and yet I don't even know if he's doing that on purpose to embarrass me or if he's actually enjoying it too.

"Oh baby, you're definitely not behaving yourself" he says as his index finger draws circles around my clit. My legs are clenching his hand inside me as the other one holds the steering wheel, looking at his knuckles that have turned white.

"Jenson" I breathe out and moan simultaneously as he starts pumping two fingers inside me fiercely, letting myself to his mercy and unable to react.

"This behavior will have consequences young lady. I warned you" he lets a soft kiss on the crock of my neck and feeling his beard scratching it, I go absolutely insane.

"Then punish me sir" I blurt out without thinking and Jenson drives in seconds at the spot in front of his house, stops the car and places me on top of his lap with just one hand.

Jenson's lips crash into mine without wasting a second as his fingers play with my uncontrollably wet pussy. The feeling of moaning is surely necessary and I don't hold back. My tongue dances with his and the kiss gets deeper like his fingers, hitting perfectly my soft spot.

"You are going to be the death of me" Jenson says as his mouth falls on my neck, sucking it off like there's no tomorrow. My hands try to unbuckle his belt and eventually make it to the part where I can feel his erection growing. It's true what they say, older men do it better.

In other instances I would have been furious, but Jenson ripping my dress, just so he can have better access at my breasts is incredibly hot. I don't care that I am left vulnerable at his sight. At this I was pleading it.

My breast hurt from his kisses and I know in a few hours small red dickies will be covering the surface. My fingers decide to trace the shape of his thick cock but I can tell he wants to feel me. I have teased him and he me, for way too long.

"If you keep being naughty I won't let you cum, dear" a groan escapes his body as I take his length in my hands and caress the veins that have popped out.

"Then I want you to fill me up with your cum" I take him by surprise and I can sense his heartbeat raising from worry. He regards me as something innocent, precious and fragile. Which I am. But I feel ready and I am.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you? Uh? Had sex before?"

"I-uh-well, no. But-"

"Baby we can't do it here. You don't deserve to have your first time on a car. You deserve to be worshipped."

Jenson's words make me blush and my heart was flattering as if I was a fifteen years old again, simply watching him race and get multiple podiums.

He looks around and opens the door of his house and then quickly rushes with me inside and shuts it with such force, my legs started trembling.

Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me all the way to his bedroom. A dark room filled with some of his most iconic trophies and with his smell that has been covering my entire body since the moment I entered his car.

He turns on the soft baby lights on the bedrest and takes a look at my flushed self, covered with hickies he's gifted me. His eyes scan me from head to toe as if he's about to feast.

"I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable in any way." He kisses me softly and I nod my head, knowing that he would never hurt anyone.

Jenson stands up and with his strong arms parts my legs so he can have a clear vision of my already swollen womanhood. My breast are half showing from inside my bra and my lips are bitten to the core. I am a mess but he seems to like it.

He removes his shirt in quick motions revealing his god like crafted body with the hints of dark ink covering his lower v and shoulder. I had never seen them before and I am was very pleased with what was in front of my eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to strip off his trousers and be left with simply his boxers that were trying to hold in his hardened cock and my patience as well. They were giving me a preview of what was about to happen.

As Jenson lowered his body his hands were hoisting down his boxers, revealing himself and it wasn't just my mouth that was drooling but also my pussy.

His hands now were on the insides of my thighs, holding them fiercely, whilst mine were hanging around his neck. I felt like my heart was about t burst out of my chest.

"Are you ready baby?"

I was at loss for words so I gave him a final kiss for reassurance that he could continue.

In slow motions, he lowered even more and started inserting himself inside me, pumping slowly as I was trying to get used to his size. My cries were out of control as Jenson was deepening himself and my pussy was stretched to its limits.

"Jesus, you're clenching me so well darling" he breathed out and I tried to open my legs wider for his pleasure. Jenson was panting on the hem of my neck and upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Dear lord this feels so good" It feels better than good. As if I am in the seventh heaven. I don't think any man will ever make me experience this. And I don't think I want to either.

"Say that again" he demands with a harder thrust, hitting my G-spot, earning the biggest moan of the night, echoing at the entire house.

"You make me feel so damn good Jenson" I gulp hard as I try to catch my breath and scratch his back from the pain that this gives me.

"And I shall be the only one darling" he hoists me up and removes my bra with a single movement, freeing my breasts and enjoying the sight, as they are bouncing up and down along with the trusts.

"Only you Jenson" I scream his name as loud as I can and his chest fills with pride as I am reaching my height.

"Cum sweetheart. Let go" I can't hold it in much longer and I cum all over his cock. He doesn't remove himself from inside me and I don't want to. This felt so right even though for some it's very wrong.

"That was, perfect" I say in a whispering manner as I am unable to speak louder. I am so wasted but full of thrill.

"You deserve it. You deserve to be treated like that dear"

[dnpbeats]

Ok wait I see everybody talking about the hotel room sharing but as someone who got here recently I’m a bit confused? I know they got separate hotel rooms during II/previous tours but I always assumed that was just a space thing— the rooms they’re in now seem a lot bigger and nicer compared to the ones from back then. But was that really for the purposes of being a Gay Coverup?? Did people think it was gay to share a hotel room or like assume there was only one bed?? I’ve always thought of it as a normal and ordinary thing for friends and whole families to share one hotel room with two beds and I’d feel really bad if people were that aggressive that they felt they couldn’t even do that without being found out

Okay so. Definitely you could make the argument that it was purely a space thing and the reason they didn't book two hotel rooms previous to tatinof/ii was bc they didn't have as much money. but I would say imo there absolutely was an aspect of it that was a coverup, whether that was a partial reason or the whole reason. pre-2016 they would share hotel rooms and people would fully go figure out which hotel they were in and try and see if they had a room with one or two beds. when they went to Japan you could see their room had two beds but they were kind of close together so ppl went to find the original layout of the room to see if d&p pushed their beds together. or ppl would like try and see if one bed was more rumpled than another to say that they were only sleeping in one. so like, definitely it was A Thing that people would use the hotel rooms to prove that d&p were together, so it would make sense that they then started booking two rooms to try and show they weren't together. in my memory ditl australia was the first video where they made a point of saying they had two completely different rooms and everyone freaked out for a minute and then... proceeded to look for proof that they were lying and actually were sharing a room 💀

after that idr them making such a stated point of saying they had two rooms, but definitely they would mention it. or if they were sharing a room they'd show it had two beds or made sure to not show them at all. if you go watch the hotel room videos from ii you can kind of pick up on the vibe. so this is all to say, it's up for debate how many motives they had for having two rooms, but based on how the phandom was I would say at least part of the reason was coverup

[gaslightgirlsummer]

what’s happened to him is horrible, but looking at charles’ story shows a very important sign of his status right now. walk with me for a second.

charles has always been two things: a man of the people and a pr darling. there is a reason why he’s the most beloved ferrari driver since michael, why he’s always compared to gilles villeneuve. his heart and soul belong to the tifosi, he always makes time for the fans, he’s always kind and patient with everyone even though he’s had awful experiences (literal sexual harrassment and robbery). and he and his team are brilliant at pr - you’ll never find him lacking in interviews, he does magazine covers, his social media image is carefully curated and thriving. moreover, you have the additional recognisability that comes with being a ferrari driver and last year’s success (and, partially, drive to survive).

this is the moment where you can clearly see charles has hit the celebrity status of f1 driver. he could have went one of two routes - more private, like seb or max, or more public, like lewis. he clearly picked the lewis route

he’s had insane instagram growth - just recently he gained 100k followers in only 6 day, hit over 2 million likes on a casual post of just himself with the pista. his jewellery ad hit a million likes (for comparison - max got 450k on his australia win). he’s the second most followed f1 driver, and he’s currently getting way better engagement than lewis, who has the biggest following (on their respective last posts: 10% vs 2%). he’s constantly stopped on the street wherever he goes and not just in italy or monaco - paris or london as well. in melbourne he had to go to the mall with a security guard. in monaco he took pics with someone in the middle of the night doing groceries. remember monza 2022 - he literally had problems with even leaving the hotel

my point here is - charles is what you could call “proper famous” now. he’s shaping up to be, after lewis, the new face of formula 1. shit like this will probably keep happening and it’ll call for changes. i can’t even imagine how he’s going to get through monza this year. in the near future we’ll probably see changes - less of him going out in the city casually, possibly an increase in security.

there’s no conclusion to this, just observations. we should respect his privacy and hope that a few bad apples won’t ruin his perception of his fans, who love him and support him. we can see how dramatically his popularity has increased over the last 12 months and how it signifies the things to come in the future - both the good and the bad

[visionofvoid]

how they ask you out/how you ask them out - part two

Valtteri Bottas:

You were immediately different from the get go. Compared to the many extroverted women that Valtteri had both dated and encountered throughout his career, you were an introvert. You knew how to be civil, how to talk to strangers but you much preferred more intimate situations where conversations can be a lot more personal and meaningful. Valtteri loved the way you would immediately turn to rambing away about random things when you were nervous, something he had encountered when he asked to buy you a drink the very first night he met you. It was absolutely refreshing to encounter someone like you, someone as genuine as you. 

It was very slow at first; he followed you on Instagram, you asked for his number, he would ask how you were, you would ask how his training was. There was a lot of back and forth and it was clear the two of you were waiting for either person to make the first move. Tiffany was quite enjoying sitting on the sidelines as the two of you would privately message her with updates about the conversation or how to ask the other one out. It was honestly quite sickeningly cute really. 

You felt your phone buzz as you were getting ready to finally leave your cafe after a long and very busy day. Summer holidays in Australia were absolute mayhem, especially being located at the beach, however there was nothing like the busy period that was the Winter holidays with families hoping to get the last bit of sun at the beach before they went back to their cold hometowns. You opened your phone, half expecting it to be a text from a coworker about a shift cancellation or something but instead your heart raced when you saw a certain man's name on your screen. 

Valtteri: i’m on a break and decided to come to australia, how about i take you out for dinner?

Y/N: you know, australia is pretty big and i’m fairly certain you’re nowhere near my town

Valtteri: let me rephrase. i’m on a break and decided to come and surprise you now can i please take you out for dinner?

Mick Schumacher:

It was almost as if Nigel knew when Mick had come home from a race weekend. The growing puppy would lay in his spot near the window and as soon as he spotted the headlights of Mick’s car he bounded out of the house and through the paddocks and gardens to greet Mick on his front step. You would apologise profusely when Nigel came running back with muddy paw prints, a belly full of treats and a tired but smiling Mick walking behind him, but Mick always insisted that it was okay, which it was. It was a non-tradition tradition he now loved, though as much as he loved Nigel, he wouldn’t mind coming home to someone like you. 

He had developed a crush on you after a few months, grateful to have a neighbour like you. You would always offer dinner when Nigel led him back, and it was partially because you lived in a big house with lots of horses and Nigel and you desperately needed other forms of social interaction, but you too had also developed a crush on Mick. After your first meeting, you couldn’t help but look him up. You knew nothing about the sport when you first found out just how well known he was but you decided to watch some and soon found yourself cheering for him. 

Half an hour after Nigel disappeared to greet your neighbour he came back, this time with a single rose through his collar and a note. You looked around outside and raised an eyebrow when you saw no Mick. You called Nigel inside, the puppy sitting with his tail wagging as he eagerly waited for you to pat his paws dry. You immediately went for the note, opening it to see some messy scribbling that was only just decipherable. 

How about you come to mine for dinner? 

Kevin Magnussen: 

The sex was absolutely insane. He was just as much into his own pleasure as he was into yours and he spent ample time trying to make you cum, watching you as you squirmed in the hotel bed. Kevin was obsessed with the way you sounded when he got you to your peak, the way you moaned out profanities or softly said his name. He loved making you feel this way, making you come undone and it was all because of him. God, if your brother found out what the two of you were doing it would honestly be a civil war in the Haas Racing Team. 

It first started off as cheeky flirting with Nico trying to keep the two apart. Nico loved you immensely, he was the big protective older brother and he also loved Kevin and the way they rekindled their friendship and how he had become a true friend in such a short amount of time. Nico was supportive of you when you finally decided to go no contact with your parents and he supported Kevin when he went through his divorce with Louise so if he ever found out that the two of you were casually having sex, he would go off. 

“You know,” Kevin began as he settled you into his arms, your body absolutely tired from the past couple of hours. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart rate as the two of you both cooled down. “We can get food sometimes, no expectations of sex.” You raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. 

“Like, as friends or..” You trailed off. You wouldn’t say no, to engaging in something other than casual sex with him. Sure, he was a lot older than you and was your brother’s teammate but he was gorgeous and a gentleman. He was very respectful and the two of you were clearly compatible sexually. 

“We can make it as a friendly date or a date date.”

[mirrorbxlls]

"omg australia is the favourite child!" "ugh australia won!"

let me tell you something, my little american friend.

sure, we get really good (super fucking amazing !!) surprise songs. but this does not equate to being the favourite child.

we got seven shows for the whole country. we have a population of approximately 25.7 million, and while not everyone listens to her there sure as hell are a bunch of people who do. in addition to this, the shows in australia also have to accommodate for swifties from oceanian/asian countries who wanted to go and could pay to travel here (with the huge bump in air travel prices + hotel prices nonetheless), as there were are only four different locations (tokyo, melbourne, sydney and singapore, coming to a grand total of 14 shows) in the entirety of the oceanian and asian continents.

so while i do empathise with you missing out on some amazing songs, before you start talking about how australia is totally the favourite child, please have a look at the amount of shows america got compared to the rest of the world. thank you 😊

[phregnancy]

The nun costumes being different could have nothing to do with it being bought in australia but more about them randomly buying them at different places to be sure to have them and picking this specific one to put in their personal suitcase. To me it does look different but it could be different from one bought on amazon and one bought in stores. Basically it doesn't negate it being for phreaky time. My theory is also is that those are the ones they do rehearse in in their hotel room which would make total sense to do, to add more things to the show and things like that but also it still doesn't negate the rehearsing turning into phreaky time. Also someone should compare the one in the busty baking video

i guess i need more photos bc they look the same to me from the screenshots ive seen

[darkmaga-returns]

Professor Angus Dalgleish, a renowned oncologist from St George’s University in London, has publicly criticised Australia’s covid response as “absolutely appalling,” “madness,” and “disgraceful.”

In an interview with Ben Fordham on 2GB radio last Thursday, Prof. Dalgleish expressed his strong disagreement with the country’s lockdowns, quarantine measures, mask mandates and vaccine policies.

Prof. Dalgleish said that lockdowns achieved little to no benefit in reducing covid cases and deaths. And hotel quarantine, implemented in Australia, was ineffective, a waste of money and didn’t save any lives. He argued that it only delayed the natural herd immunity, which was always the best defence against covid.

Prof. Dalgleish praised Sweden’s approach, stating that it was the only country that “got it right long-term.” He cited Sweden’s approach as a more pragmatic and effective strategy; the country focused on protecting the elderly while allowing society to function normally resulting in a lower excess death rate compared to other Western countries.

The professor questioned the scientific basis for mandatory mask-wearing outdoors, stating that even the best masks have holes large enough to allow the largest viruses to pass through. He believed masks were used to instil fear rather than provide any meaningful protection.

Prof. Dalgleish said that vaccines didn’t save lives as claimed.  They were introduced too late and didn’t have a significant impact on reducing covid cases and deaths. He also criticised the mandatory vaccination policies, describing them as “totalitarian” and “Orwellian.”  The vaccine policy was “complete, utter blindness and madness,” he said.

On the other hand, vitamin D prevents the virus causing illness.  While junior doctors and nurses around him were off work for weeks with symptoms, Prof. Dalgliesh never fell ill.  He tested himself  and he had a “very strong T-cell response to the virus.” In other words, he had been infected but he had never experienced any symptoms.  “I think the reason is, I dosed myself up with vitamin D as I advised everybody else to do,” he said.

[charlesandmartine]

Saturday 16th November 2024

Mount Isa is a clean little city, neatly laid out in rows. Plain non-aspirational houses everywhere in streets with industrial names such as Carbonate St, Oxide St, Sulphide St. Not the sort of names that would attract you in Escape to the Country. You get the feeling that people view where they live is secondary to their place of work.

After a tiring day, working down the mines, theoretically, we should have taken a day off, but places to go, people to meet, don't you know. This morning was Saturday market, and being Saturday, we thought that most appropriate. The market was back at the Hard Times Mine, and the first person we met pulling up in the carpark was our guide from yesterday, Steve. He had just pulled up in his old saloon pickup. He slammed the door behind him, but we noticed he didn't lock or close the windows. On inspection yesterday, we couldn't help commenting between us that we have seen tidier skips and cleaner dust carts. But we had a laugh with him this morning comparing notes regarding climate change. It turns out he was brought up in Redditch!

There was nothing of particular interest at the market, which was mainly craft items, so we decided to move on and have a picnic at Lake Moondarra; a reservoir covering over 23.7 square kilometers and holding 107 Gigalitres of water plus roughly 50 freshy crocodiles. So quite big as lakes go. I'm led to understand that when these things were important, indigenous people's used the site as a stone axe quarry satisfying a market for such implements across distances as far as 1,000 kms away. Filling it with 107 GL of water might well have put a stop on that. The dam was built for Mount Isa Mines and, at the time, was the largest water scheme in Australia financed by private enterprise and completed in 1958. It was a beautiful place, and we viewed it from the usual lookout point high above the lake. Birds abounded, pelicans, darters, parakeets, swifts, and Tortoise Town lizards. We started a short walk called Wallaby Walk, which, although did have many a calling card left behind from a wallaby, actual wallabies there were none. It's a strange thing, but on this trip, to date, we have seen very few kangaroos or their marsupial counterparts. We shall keep looking.

By way of celebrating our last night in Mount Isa, we walked around the corner to the Barkly Hotel for a Stonehouse beer. A more swanky place would be hard to find even if you relied on your guide dog. The esteemed establishment faces the mine entrance, and clearly, this is a favoured watering hole. Christmas has not been too obvious in its approach to date, a trend quite reversed by the Barkly Hotel, which has made quite a feature of its forthcoming. Just inside the main entrance, you have a choice of either taking a left into the Pokies room (slot machines to any sane English person) or be delighted by the tasteful inflatable Christmas barbie. I think for those who know good taste you can get a general idea of the kind of place this is. Well, we got a couple of Stonehouse schooners and took a bar stool with other riff raff. Well, it was pleasant, and it's the stuff that makes for lasting memories, after all, isn't it?

We shall be moving on tomorrow and leaving Mount Isa behind. We really weren't sure how we would like this place; people had suggested it might be a bit rough, or there would be nothing to see here. We have enjoyed it very much and have seen some amazing things. But tomorrow, we will arrive in Cloncurry, which is not a million miles away from where we were last year.

[life-of-karma]

Daylight Robbery

The Market Hotel in Reigate, London 2002 was an unusual place to work as a Head Chef — only serving food for lunch and not on Sundays.

The manager was a paranoid, egomaniacal type who didn’t care about the staff. It was whispered that he had been robbed before, and now carried an alert button around his neck to call the police whenever pressed.

At night, the hotel was like a fortress; no one could leave or enter without setting off the alarm. Since I didn’t have access to the alarm codes, this meant I had to stay put in my room, kitchen and toilet facilities, so it felt like a prison.

One night I had my girlfriend over; when she left to go to work, the alarms went off, prompting the manager to come running — he yelled at us for leaving the door unlocked, so I could get back in.

He didn’t care much for me; it infuriated him when I won the competition hosted by the company that owned thirteen pubs in London.

At Christmas time, the chefs would compete to see who could make the highest profits compared to last year’s figures for each location. When I came out on top, I received loads of recognition from the owners, and a bunch of red and white wine was presented at one of the pubs. I gave those bottles away to all the staff.

He eventually got me fired when he learned that my girlfriend was expecting and we were planning to move to Australia in three months’ time. He used this as an excuse for dismissal, even though I had informed our superiors about what was going on.

On my final day of work, due to the terms of my contract they had to pay out a lump sum of 1200 pounds including wages and holiday pay. He pretended not to realize it was that day and said he didn’t have any money available.

I demanded my owed money from the manager, and with some subtle hints of how the money could be extracted, he knew I wouldn’t be leaving without it. He proceeded to frantically open cash registers and empty pokie machines of coins and I even made him empty his own wallet until he was still 60 pounds short.

I snatched up the collection of notes and coins without protest and headed for the bank next door.

The woman behind the counter raised an eyebrow at my bulging bag of money, then asked in disbelief if I had just robbed the pub next door? I told her ‘kinda’, then explained the whole situation.

She keenly assessed me before informing me that there was a 25 pound fee for converting currency at the bank but she had known the pub manager and her own words, he was an asshole and decided to waive it wishing luck to me and my new family on the way.

The same day I secured a chef job 30 minutes away, I started work in an opulent restaurant.

It looked like a lot of money had been spent on renovations, but the staff quarters was abominable. The walls were so damaged that you could have punched a hole through them, and mice ran around unchecked even in our mattresses at night.

Knowing I’d only be there for a few months, I got to work to save up for my trip to Australia. One unexpected benefit was that some of the staff worked cleaning at a local jail and would receive confiscated weed from prison officers, which they’d allegedly secured by flirting with them.

Despite feeling guilty about the inmates getting taken advantage of like this, it certainly livened up our nights! I ended up bumping into one of these co-workers five years later in Australia — we exchanged amazed greetings and shared stories before going our separate ways.

[rosencrantzsguildenstern]

Merceri: i'm fine with tagging this name until i officially publish the torafic, by then which i'll switch my alias as well haha. Anyway snippet!!!!! Zool has started sussing smth out!!!

Haruka’s voice floats to his ears. “Say, Torao has always sounded like a native speaker, hasn't he?”

…Really? They’ve noticed?

This is bad.

“I had a private tutor as a kid,” Torao waves off, holding his body language together by the seams. “My dad got the same one for all three of us.”

Haruka and Touma almost seem convinced, but Minami holds his doubts. “Is that the case?” he lightly prods, and Torao fights back the urge to freeze up.

Drop the subject, he begs internally as Minami mercilessly continues: “Mido-san’s accent is extremely colloquial. As a prestigious family, I’m curious as to why you weren’t taught received pronunciation. Wouldn’t that be more proper for you and your brothers?”

If there’s a business out there working on time-travel, Torao will be their first patron. There might still be time to teach his childhood self British English before he throws up from stress.

Alas, reality does him no favors—a meteor doesn’t fall from the sky; the building doesn’t spontaneously burst into flames. Anxiety crushes Torao’s intestines like a bloodied bear trap when he realizes a reply is expected of him.

“It’s—it’s not that big of a deal,” he backtracks. “My dad didn’t particularly care about accents and hired an acquaintance.”

“An Australian?” Minami presses.

“…What, got something against them?”

“I just find it difficult to believe.” Touma and Haruka’s quiet stares burrow into his flesh. “Your family’s hotels have always found it difficult to penetrate the Australian market, but their brand name in Europe is well-established and renowned. It’s logical to assume your father has more connections in the United Kingdom.”

Torao doesn’t say anything.

“And,” Minami adds, “the decision to expand into Australia was only made after 2018; a very recent endeavor. It’s highly unlikely that—”

“—why does it matter?” Torao snaps, deflecting the blow. He shoves his hands in his pockets to hide the fact they're shaking. “Seriously, why do you guys care? Just say it; my English is messed up and weird. You don’t have to run in circles.”

Touma sucks in a breath. “No, that’s not—Tora, we never meant that! We were worried about something else.”

“You're overreacting,” Torao finishes, shooting to his feet. His vision tilts at the sudden movement. “It’s just an accent. It’s nothing. I’ll stop speaking English if it makes you uncomfortable. There wasn’t any need to bring it up in the first place.”

He tries to leave, but Minami’s hand latches onto his wrist, anchoring him. Torao almost yanks his arm away, afraid of the touch—if Minami can sense his pulse, it’s over.

“Mido-san,” Minami states, both as a plea and a comforting gesture.

“What,” Torao quips back, trying to inch himself free. His eyes avert from Touma, from Haruka; he pins his attention onto the door and drills his consciousness into the metal handle.

“Is there something you want to tell us, but can’t?”

“…”

There isn’t, he almost spits, borderline hysterical.

The words don’t come out.

FINDING OUT FINDING OUT i love finding things out its so spicy so good. i love how fairly innocuous the questions seem compared with toras complete and utter panic— that must be increasing their concern but he’s too trapped in his fear to even think of that, there’s no way he could hide it.

Anxiety crushes Torao’s intestines like a bloodied bear trap when he realizes a reply is expected of him.

love this. visceral asf imagery. the desire to time travel back or for a meteor to strike the earth too thats SUCH anxiety, no concept of how to get out of the situation besides earth-shattering stuff

His vision tilts at the sudden movement.

this too even his vision how he sees stuff….

and the body language and blocking here is so good>>> also. you KNOW i die for selectively mute tora so the last line has me like.

god i wanna read this so bad

[banarjeenikita]

Hajj Packages Prices in Different Countries: A Global Cost Comparison

Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to Makkah, is one of the five pillars of Islam, and millions of Muslims undertake this spiritual journey every year. However, the cost of Hajj packages varies widely across different countries due to several factors such as travel distance, accommodation standards, visa regulations, and service inclusions.

Understanding the differences in Hajj package prices globally can help pilgrims plan their journey more efficiently. In this article, we will explore the key factors that influence pricing and compare how Hajj costs differ across various regions.

1. Factors Affecting Hajj Packages Prices

The price of a Hajj package depends on multiple factors, including:

✔ Travel Distance – Pilgrims traveling from nearby Middle Eastern countries often have lower airfare costs compared to those from Asia, Europe, or North America. ✔ Accommodation Type – Staying in 5-star hotels close to the Haram is more expensive than shared accommodations further away. ✔ Transport Services – Packages offering private transportation, VIP access, or direct flights tend to cost more. ✔ Visa and Government Fees – Certain countries subsidize Hajj costs for their citizens, while others have additional administrative charges. ✔ Group Size – Economy packages with large groups are more affordable than small, private group tours. ✔ Additional Services – Personalized guides, catered meals, and medical assistance add to the total package price.

2. Hajj Packages Prices by Region

Hajj packages vary significantly across different countries, mainly due to economic conditions, subsidies, and service levels. Below is a general overview of Hajj package costs in various regions:

a) Middle East & Gulf Countries

Pilgrims from Saudi Arabia, UAE, Kuwait, and Qatar often pay lower prices due to: ✔ Shorter travel distances and direct routes to Makkah. ✔ Government regulations that subsidize or regulate Hajj costs. ✔ Special local packages tailored for residents and expats.

b) South Asia (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh, Indonesia, Malaysia)

South Asian countries have some of the largest numbers of Hajj pilgrims, leading to a range of economy and premium packages. Factors affecting prices include: ✔ Government-sponsored Hajj schemes offering affordable packages. ✔ Large group travel options reducing individual costs. ✔ Longer travel distances requiring international flights.

c) Africa (Nigeria, Egypt, South Africa, Morocco)

Hajj packages in African countries vary widely based on: ✔ Government or private tour operators managing packages. ✔ Economic conditions influencing travel affordability. ✔ Special scholarship-based or subsidized programs in certain nations.

d) Europe & North America

Pilgrims from Western countries often experience higher Hajj package costs due to: ✔ Long-haul flights and limited direct travel routes. ✔ Higher accommodation standards compared to budget options available for other regions. ✔ Customized services such as guided tours, meal plans, and premium transportation.

e) Australia & New Zealand

Muslims from Australia and New Zealand also face higher Hajj package costs due to: ✔ Long-distance travel with fewer direct flights. ✔ Premium accommodation and transportation options tailored for Western travelers. ✔ Smaller groups, making per-person costs higher.

3. Why Do Hajj Prices Vary So Much?

Hajj packages are influenced by global economic factors, including:

✔ Currency Exchange Rates – A strong or weak currency can significantly impact costs for pilgrims. ✔ Local Market Demand – Higher demand in certain countries can increase package prices. ✔ Government Policies – Some countries offer subsidized packages, while others rely on private operators. ✔ Seasonal Price Changes – Booking early often results in better rates compared to last-minute bookings.

4. Tips for Finding the Best Hajj Package

To get the most affordable yet comfortable Hajj package, consider the following:

✔ Compare Multiple Travel Agencies – Research different providers to find the best services within your budget. ✔ Book Early – Prices tend to increase closer to the Hajj season due to high demand. ✔ Check for Subsidized Packages – Some governments offer discounted or financial aid programs. ✔ Opt for Group Packages – Traveling in larger groups can lower individual costs. ✔ Consider Alternative Accommodation Options – Staying a little further from the Haram can reduce overall expenses.

Conclusion

Hajj packages prices differ greatly across the world due to travel costs, accommodation quality, visa regulations, and additional services. While some countries offer government-subsidized Hajj options, others rely on private tour operators, resulting in higher costs for pilgrims.

Understanding the global cost comparison helps travelers make informed decisions and choose the best Hajj package within their budget. By planning early and considering different service levels, pilgrims can find a package that balances affordability and comfort, ensuring a smooth and spiritually fulfilling Hajj experience.

[orientrailjourney]

What train trip is the most luxurious or most interesting?

Train journeys can be more than just travel—they can be an experience of a lifetime. Some trains offer luxury train india, while others take you through the most scenic and interesting routes. Here are some of the best train trips in the world.

Most Luxurious Train Trips

1. Maharajas' Express (India) – A luxurious Experience

Known as the most luxurious train in India.

Offers five-star comfort, personal butlers, fine dining, and elegant interiors.

Covers famous destinations like Delhi, Agra (Taj Mahal), Jaipur, Udaipur, and Varanasi.

Price: Starts from ₹3-10 lakhs per person.

Why it's interesting? It feels like traveling in a moving palace with all modern comforts! Discover the Maharajas' Express Fare 2025-2026, offering a luxurious train journey through India with world-class amenities.

2. Venice Simplon-Orient-Express (Europe) – Old-World Charm

A legendary train that runs from London to Venice.

Restored 1920s vintage carriages with elegant dining and luxury cabins.

Famous for its classic European style, gourmet food, and breathtaking views.

Why it's interesting? The train has an old-world charm, making you feel like you’re in a Hollywood movie!

3. The Ghan (Australia) – Across the Outback

Runs from Adelaide to Darwin, crossing the Australian desert.

Features luxurious cabins, fine dining, and stunning landscapes.

Offers off-train excursions to explore remote parts of Australia.

Why it's interesting? You witness desert sunsets, red sands, and wild kangaroos from your window! The Maharajas' Express route offers an opulent journey across India, covering some of the country's most iconic destinations.

Most Interesting Train Trips

4. Glacier Express (Switzerland) – The Slowest Fast Train

Runs from Zermatt to St. Moritz, passing through the Swiss Alps.

Famous for stunning views of snowy mountains, deep gorges, and lovely villages.

Glass-roof coaches let you enjoy panoramic views of nature.

Why it's interesting? It’s called the slowest express train because it moves at a relaxed speed so you can enjoy every bit of the beauty!

5. Trans-Siberian Railway (Russia) – The Longest Train Journey

Runs from Moscow to Vladivostok, covering 9,000+ km in 7 days.

Passes through forests, mountains, lakes, and different time zones.

Offers simple cabins as well as first-class luxury options.

Why it's interesting? It’s the longest railway trip in the world, giving you time to relax, read, and enjoy conversations with fellow travelers!

Is It Worth Taking a Luxury or Interesting Train Trip?

✅ Reasons to go for it: ✔️ Unique experience – Feels like a hotel on wheels. ✔️ No travel stress – Everything is arranged for you. ✔️ Beautiful landscapes – Enjoy the journey, not just the destination.

❌ Things to consider:

Luxury trains are expensive.

Some routes take a long time compared to flights.

But if you love comfort, adventure, and unforgettable views, these train trips are totally worth it!

Which train journey would you love to experience? Share your thoughts!

Looking for a Without stress and luxurious travel experience? Orient Journey is your perfect travel partner! Whether it's booking train tickets, luxury train tours, or customized travel packages, we ensure a smooth and unforgettable journey. Explore India’s beauty with expert guidance, best deals, and standard service.

[supereme00]

How to Get the Best AUD to INR Exchange Rates in 2025

Currency exchange rates play a vital role in international trade, travel, and investments. For individuals and businesses dealing with Australian Dollar (AUD) to Indian Rupee (INR) conversions, securing the best exchange rate can make a significant financial difference. In this article, we’ll explore practical tips to ensure you get the most value for your money when converting AUD to INR in 2025.

Understanding AUD to INR Exchange Rates

The AUD to INR exchange rate represents how many Indian Rupees (INR) one Australian Dollar (AUD) can buy. For instance, if the rate is 1 AUD = 50 INR, it means 1 Australian Dollar equals 50 Indian Rupees. Exchange rates fluctuate due to factors like:

Economic Indicators: Inflation, GDP growth, and employment rates in Australia and India influence currency values.

Central Bank Policies: The Reserve Bank of Australia (RBA) and the Reserve Bank of India (RBI) impact rates through interest rate adjustments and monetary policies.

Global Market Dynamics: Geopolitical events, commodity prices, and trade relations also play a role.

Why Exchange Rates Matter

Whether you’re a student paying tuition fees in India, a traveler exploring the Taj Mahal, or a business importing goods from Australia, understanding exchange rates can help you:

Minimize conversion costs.

Optimize financial planning.

Avoid unfavorable rates during market volatility.

Tips to Get the Best AUD to INR Exchange Rates in 2025

Here are actionable strategies to maximize the value of your currency conversions:

1. Monitor the Exchange Rate Trends

Exchange rates fluctuate daily. Use online tools and currency converter platforms like Supreme Forex to track live rates. Setting up alerts can help you act when rates are favorable.

2. Plan Currency Exchange in Advance

Avoid last-minute conversions, especially during peak travel seasons or economic uncertainty. Planning in advance allows you to monitor the market and exchange when rates are optimal.

3. Choose the Right Service Provider

Currency conversion rates vary across banks, forex dealers, and online platforms. Compare rates and fees to find the most competitive option. Platforms like Supreme Forex often offer better rates than traditional banks.

4. Avoid Airport or Hotel Exchanges

Currency exchange counters at airports or hotels tend to have higher fees and less competitive rates. Opt for authorized forex dealers or online services for better deals.

5. Leverage Forex Cards or Multi-Currency Wallets

For frequent travelers, forex cards or multi-currency wallets offer a convenient and cost-effective way to manage currency. These options often lock in exchange rates, protecting you from fluctuations.

6. Consider Forward Contracts

Businesses dealing with large transactions can use forward contracts to lock in a favorable rate for future exchanges. This mitigates the risk of unfavorable rate changes.

7. Stay Informed About Market Factors

Keep an eye on economic and political developments in Australia and India. For example, changes in the Reserve Bank of Australia's monetary policy or a major policy shift in India could impact the AUD to INR rate.

Current Trends for AUD to INR in 2025

As of 2025, the AUD to INR exchange rate is expected to be influenced by:

Australia’s Commodity Exports: Australia’s economy heavily relies on commodities like iron ore and coal. Fluctuations in global commodity prices will affect the AUD.

India’s Economic Growth: With India’s economy growing rapidly, the INR may strengthen, impacting the AUD to INR exchange rate.

Global Interest Rates: Changes in global interest rates, particularly in the US, could create ripple effects on both currencies.

Using real-time tools and expert analysis can help predict trends and secure better exchange rates.

Example Conversion: 1 AUD to INR in 2025

If you’re wondering, "How much is Australia’s 1 dollar in Indian Rupees?", the answer depends on the live exchange rate. For instance, if 1 AUD equals 55 INR, converting 1,000 AUD would give you 55,000 INR. Using platforms with minimal transaction fees can help you retain more value.

Trusted Platform for Currency Conversion

For seamless and cost-effective AUD to INR conversions, Supreme Forex is an excellent choice. With live rates, low fees, and a user-friendly interface, Supreme Forex ensures you get the best value for your currency.

Conclusion

Getting the best AUD to INR exchange rates in 2025 requires research, planning, and the use of reliable platforms. By staying informed about market trends and choosing cost-effective options, you can maximize your financial value. Whether you’re transferring money for personal needs or business purposes, these tips will ensure you make the most of your Australian Dollar to Indian Rupee conversions