#he’s doing so well

[23fallencomets]

this has to be logan’s weekend pls pls pls i need him to go crazy, straight up insane on that track, i need him to channel his american rage or something and be on the offense

[formulabulls]

LOGAN BEST RESULTS P11 !! LETS GOO !!!! THIS IS IS THE TURNING POINT WE ARE SO BACK !!!

[wintersportism]

gregor deserves so much oh my god

[missathlete31]

More photos from Glens Instagram!!

[that-halloween-gay]

He’s working out

[batcavescolony]

Katniss is such an unreliable narrator. She says "Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don't expect it because I don't think of District 12 as a place that cares about me" girl you deliver strawberries to the Mayor, you hunt and trade for the district, when you fell at Prim being chosen someone caught you, when you went to Prim people parted for you, when you volunteered EVERYONE stopped. Idk how to tell you but I think you're a pillar of the community.

[brown-spider]

Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933

[julnites]

Red riding hood comic collab with the wonderful @yeehawpim (go check out their blog for loads of great comics!) 🌷 See the layouts he did here!

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?

[ghostie123]

🏖️ 🐺 🏝️

[23fallencomets]

Change The Prophecy (Let it once be me)

[basically a written manifestation for q3 logan and alex, finished 5 minutes before quali]

“It’s like the City of Angels is the closest you’ll get to Heaven, Las Vegas is where you’ll most likely meet the Seven Deadly Sins, Louisiana where you’ll find the ancient witchcraft and the Appalachian where gods go to die,” Dalton says as if this is something Logan should have known. He’s still staring at Logan, the annoyance only an older sibling can have shining through near-crystal blue eyes.

Logan tilts his head, “So you’re saying Florida has that? Like, causal magic?”

Dalton groans, running his hands over his face, “No, dumbass, it’s real, true magic and you fit the criteria to use it.”

Logan is still confused, “There’s criteria?”

“Yes! Pure of heart, intentions and will. You let them put Alex in your car in Australia and weren’t even that upset about it.”

Logan frowns, “Yes I was?”

Dalton rolls his eyes, this was so not the point, “And when Kmag crashed into you in Miami, you guys talked it out! Others would’ve brought down hell with them.”

Okay, so he’s still lost, but to avoid the risk of his brother pushing him off the boat, he nods. He’s not sure what the fuck Dalton is on and he really doesn’t want to know either.

The waters are shallow when Dalton pushes Logan in, following after him. The water is strangely warm despite it being one in the morning. Logan trusts that his brother isn’t planning to leave him here like that one time when he was five.

They end up at a half-circle rock formation. There’s a pool of water in it, almost like the one from H2O except it has an opening to the rest of the sea.

Dalton looks at him, motioning for Logan to jump in. Logan, being the younger brother and constantly fighting the urge to both get away from his brother and wanting to stick close to him, jumps in.

The water is icy, almost as cold as the ice baths in Singapore. It washes over him, submerging himself completely into the water. He remembers to calm himself when his chest tightens, his limbs loosening.

He opens his eyes, trying not to be surprised at the fact that his eyes don’t burn despite the saltwater. He tilts his head up, looking at the moon through the ripples of the water.

He decides to throw caution into the wind, closing his eyes.

Help me become the greatest, he thinks, his chest tightening again and the pressure in his head expanding, help me prove them wrong.

Above him the waxing crescent moon shines a bit brighter.

***

Dalton calls him dumb for staying under there for so long. Logan didn’t even know how long he had been under, it felt like seconds more than anything.

Logan doesn’t have time to argue and before he knows it, his back at the factory. It had been roughly a week since then and they were currently preparing for Canada.

He knew something was up when James sought him out, his usual calm composure roughed up as he spots Logan. He visibly brightens up and Logan gets a nervous feeling in his stomach.

“Logan! Good news, the new parts just came in.” He says, “The mechanics have been working all night to put them together.”

Logan blinks. The parts were estimated to come through towards the mid-season, something that Logan has been silently hating on since he found out.

“That’s-that’s great!” He says, his voice cracking. James continues to talk, something about the weight and new specs and half-sincere apologies for making him drive in the car he has.

Logan smiles stiffly, patting James on the back when his team principal pulls him into a bone-crushing hug.

He finds Alex a few minutes later, the elder lying on one of the couches with papers in his hands. Logan thumps his legs as he passes by, startling him slightly.

“Hey! I heard about the car,” Alex says sitting up and tossing the papers onto the table, “How are you feeling?”

Logan shrugs. He doesn’t really know. He’s been fighting with the car since the start of the season. He sees the way the other drivers become one with their cars, being able to steer it the way it should be while he’s praying he doesn’t crash into the barriers at every turn.

“Just hoping everything works out.” He says, “Is Jenson in?”

Alex shrugs, “I think so, he’s coming with us to Canada.”

Logan nods, “I’m gonna go see if I can find him.”

Alex waves him off and Logan continues down the building until he reaches Jenson’s office. The driver is there, slouched over his desk, glasses sitting in the bridge of his nose, the glare of his computer nearly blinding.

“You’re gonna go blind.” Logan says, switching the lights on. Jenson smiles, taking off his glasses and switching off his computer.

“Hey kid.” Jenson says as Logan collapses onto his couch. It’s stupidly comfortable and Logan has taken naps on there.

“Heard about the car,” There’s some shuffling before a chair being pushed back before Jenson’s voice sounds closer, “How’s that going?”

“I dunno know.” Logan mumbles, “Haven’t tried it yet.”

Jenson stares at him, and then a little bit more because he can hear the anxiety in his voice, the fear that maybe he is problem and not the car. Jenson hasn’t known Logan that long, but the need to reassure him that he’ll be great is so sharp it startles him. Fernando, Nico and Mark have always said he gets to invested, to caught up with something to see the bigger picture, but what if for Jenson, Logan is the bigger picture.

“You’ll do great.” Jenson says, voice steady but heavy with enough conviction and confidence that Logan feels it settle his frayed nerves.

——

The reassurances seemed to have worked, along with the basically new car. Canada was wet and cold, but Logan feels himself get comfortable as he goes through the motions to prepare for qualifying.

He looks up, at the barest strip of blue sky and closes his eyes.

Please, please, please, he begs before he’s ushered to his car. Practice had been great, placing the highest for himself so far.

He watches the lights, watching them flicker from red to green before they take off.

It feels like he’s watching from the outside, seeing the car glide easily around the corners. He doesn’t look anywhere but ahead, keeping his eyes out for the next car.

He listens to Gaetan, boxes when he needs to, overtakes when it’s safe and does his best to stay within track limits. He defends Alex, stays behind him until they agree to let him through.

They both make it to Q2.

It’s the same from there: overtake, defend, play offense. It’s nerve wrecking when he sees two cars swing into the barriers and the safety car comes out. Once they’re cleared, Alex and him continue, fighting and defending into Gaetan is telling him their in Q3.

Logan doesn’t focus on who’s out, keeping his head steady as they’re off again. He’s nervous, but he’s made it to Q3, and from here, his position is settled.

The two fight for positions, Logan isn’t sure which ones but before he knows it, they’re done.

P8.

[To Be Continued.]

[hansoeii]

this one's for you, edwin paine

[crumb-crumblet-s-crumbington]

"Why did I do that?"

close up

[thenotoriouserg]

I feel it.

[suntails]

growing up!