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[merchelsea]

sacrifice - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: you and lando have a long distance relationship due to your hard work. you rarely have free time to attend to his races, the only one you actually attend every year is monaco's. you understand things will have to change when lando gets into a crash and that makes you want to be there with him at everytimes.

author’s note: i hate making myself go through this.

word count:

warnings: lets pretend lando crashed duriung the interlagos gp, not the LA one, for the sake of the plot :)

"hey, babe!" you mumbled as you stirred from your nap. originally meant for a quick rest before the race, it turned into a marathon of sleep that spanned the entire duration of the race. checking the timing, you muttered, "shit."

"were you asleep?" he chuckled.

"yeah... I'm sorry babe. I was just trying to catch up on some sleep debt before the race. I am just tired..." you explained with a low rumble. lando always had a away of understanding things. "anyways, how did it go?"

"not so well, i am kind of glad that you didn't watch it, you would've freak out unnecessarely." he sighed

"why? what happened?" you sat up, eyes squeezed shut in alarm.

"it was nothing serious, just a crash." he reassured. the word 'crash' froze you, an unsettling feeling settling in your chest. "I'm fine now; I'm at the hospital doing some tests."

you didn't answer him and he immediately sensed your worry, it was your usual reaction whenever he had an incident. it was your own way to deal with stuff. "I'll have to stay here in brazil for some extra days. we don't want to rush things. everything is alright, but still."

"yeah, I know. how are you feeling? any pain? wasit bad? why are you at the hospital? is there anything they're worried about?" your thoughts rushed out, anxiety evident. you wished you could've been there with him, knowing how much he disliked going through hospitalization alone.

"calm down, baby. I'm fine, no pain. they gave me painkillers for my headache," he began, his voice carrying weariness and sadness. "the crash felt horrible from inside the car, but I've seen the footage, and it wasn't that bad. I don't think they're worried about anything specific, just my racing career," he added with a hint of self-deprecating humor.

"shut up. you know those jokes aren't funny, right?" you retorted, hating his tendency for such jokes. "anyways, I miss you so much. you have no idea." placing your phone on the bed, you awaited his response as you searched for your notebook.

"I know babe, I miss you like crazy too. and i won't be able to be home for some more days, as i told you. i hate it." you both sighed. "but it's okay, i'm glad you weren't here this time."

although you felt the honesty in his words, you could also know that it was pure bullshit. he wanted you to be there more that anything, and the fights you two had over the past weeks showed that clearly.

lando felt your support fading away and, as always, he talked about it with you, but there was nothing you could do, you could not just leave your work and follow him around the world.

your life had to come first. you couldn't be financially dependent. you had never wanted that for yourself.

"I love you, lando. you know that, right?"

"i know. I love you too." anuncomfortable silence lingered, more apparent to him than to you, as you were preoccupied with booking a flight to brazil. "look, I have to hang up to do some exams. I'll call you as soon as I can, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. keep me updated, for the love of god." he laughed and silently hang up.

as soon as you were able to, you called your boss, letting her aware of the whole situation, who, understandingly, granted you a week off, more than you needed. grateful, you expressed your thanks in every single way you could.

as you couldn't just fly there without someone knowing, you called lando's dad to let him know that you were going. he was thankful that his son had found someone who cared so much about him, and as so helped you through everything.

you would obviously be staying at lando's room with him, so you didn't need to worry about that, but there were things you actually needed to deal with and that's where he was an absolute angel, taking care of everything for you.

the flight proved to be torturous; sleep eluded you, your mind consumed by worry for your boyfriend, presently hospitalized in a foreign country that held no appeal for him. the inability to communicate with him intensified your anxiety, and the endurance of such a long flight was a challenge unfamiliar to you.

the only thing keeping you focused on trying to sleep was knowing that you'd see lando soon and that you needed to be sane.

once you arrived in brazil, adam had already sent an uber to pick you up and drop you at the hotel. you were eternally grateful for him. your appreciation deepened when, upon entering the hotel, you found everything seamlessly taken care of, allowing you to reach his son without delay.

he drove you there himself, the casual conversation during the car ride centered uiquely around the topic most dear to both of you—lando's health.

every detail adam shared heightened your awareness; lando was okay, but not as well as he should be. the information failed to ease your mind, creating a lingering unease.

after reaching the hospital, the attending doctor informed you that lando was still asleep but encouraged you to enter. you opened the door to his room, and an immediate sense of tranquility washed over you. lando's peaceful slumber tugged at your heartstrings, and the sight of his features made you want to cry; you had missed him so damn much.

you took his hand, staying by his side as he slept. despite your exhaustion, the anticipation of his awakening kept sleep at bay.

lando woke up and confusedly stared at you for five minutes straight. in his head, he was trying to figure out if you were real or if his desperation had just made you up. you squeezed his hand and that seemed to clear his mind. you were in fact there.

"love?" he muttered, scared of being wrong.

"hey baby" you whispered to him, smiling softly.

"you're here? what are you doing here?" he hurriedly sat up, his expression filled with worry, like he wasn´t the one on a hospital bed.

"i'm here to see you." you extended your hand and let it travel through his face. "got the week off, couldn't leave you alone." his smile was priceless. he rushed his arms around your waist, since you were standing now, and pulled you closer to him, head in your belly.

when he told you he had missed you like crazy, he didn't define it well enough.

he locked his lips with yours as soon as he had a chance. you missed that feeling, you missed it too fucking much. you missed everything about him too fucking much, and maybe this misfortune was just what you needed to realize that something had to change. you couldn't miss him like this all the time.

it was literal hell, for the both of you.

adam entered the room after some time and, from his face, you could see he carried good news.

and you were right. "you are free to leave today, all the exams cameback with positive answers. you still have to stay in brazil, of course, a flight so long could jeopardize your health, so you'll have to stay for a bit longer, but you two can go stay at the hotel for tonight.

you and lando celebrate this little "victory" with each other and then you start talking about going home, anticipating what you'd do.

the room was uncharacteristically quiet as he payed attention to the TV and you lost yourself in your own mind.

"I think I might quit my job." you let out with your head layed in his chest. he twists his head to look at you. "what?" he asks, clearly confused, in his head, trying to figure out where all of this was coming from.

yes, it's true that he didn't like to travel around the world every year and leave you behind, and it's also true that this past year, he felt your support fade away, but he didn't want you to leave your life in second place for him. he knew, and understood, how important for you it was to have your financial independence.

he had started to feel guilty, even though this was not his fault.

you thought and rethought about it during your flight, since it was the only thing you could do. of course you never wanted that, but you also couldn't bare the distance anymore, and his accident showed you that.

you wanted to be there, to be able to celebrate every single one of his podiums by his side and not over the phone, you wanted to be able to hold and support him whenever he needed you to do so.

six years into your relationship, neither of you envisioned it ending anytime soon. if it did, you had your savings, but for now, you craved closeness.

"seriously. i want to be with you. i think i never noticed how affected i was by your absence, but i am a lot." you admitted with a sigh. helistened intently. "I want to be able to be with you."

"are you for real?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "I don't want you to feel pressured to do that. I love you whether you're here or on the other side of the world."

"I know, lan. it's not like I would stop working. I just have to find something within my capacities that allows me to travel around the world with you. and it's not like you're going to break up with me, leaving me with nothing. I have my money."

"it's not like I'm gonna break up with you, period." he smirked. "we're a forever thing."

turning you around as if you were as light as a pillow, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

[amazing-lovers-fic-fest]

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[miloformula123fan]

Could you do fic for James Vowles with wife reader? With her being in the Williams garage, she witnessed Alex and Danny incident at the Japan GP and was so worried about them that she ended up going to James at the pitwall for his comfort. He decided to hug her while calming her down and going to both of the drivers to make sure they're okay. Just something fluff and little angst. Add something if you want to. Thanks!! :)))

what is it with me only getting these fics out like 2-3 weeks after the race, anyway, it's again so short but my mental health is suffering right now, so, and im happy with it the length it is.

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

also feel free to come in and start chatting to me in my asks, would love to get to know y'all better

and if you want to be added to my taglist let me know :)

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“Come on Logan, show ‘em why you deserved to be in the car last weekend.” 

Logan nodded as he pulled his helmet on and gave a thumbs up and a fist bump to Y/N. It was her first weekend at the grand prix, as she preferred to stay at home, and let James call her to give her an update. But James had been pleading with her to come ‘just once’ and after the disaster weekend they’d had in Australia, she had braved the timezone and flown out for Japan.

She sat down on the folding chairs with the rest of the pit crew, while PR managers and assistants and anyone who liked James, which was 90% of the garage, was trying to persuade her to sit on a more comfortable chair. She shook her head smiling, insisting she was fine as long as she wasn’t in the way, on the folding chair, with the pit crew. 

James shook his head fondly, gazing at his wife as she chatted to Alex’s race engineer, before he slung his headset on and walked out to the pit wall.

Unfortunately the joy in the Williams garage lasted all of about 1 corner. A cheer erupted as they all got through turn 1 okay, but it was yelled too soon.

“As they make their way through AND OFF INTO THE WALL, off into the wall goes the 2 cars, and a big crash into the tire barrier,”

“Yeah, that’s going to be an immediate safety car, a heavy impact for Ricciardo and Albon…”

“Red flag, red flag.”

Y/N could see the anger as the mechanics grew angry, yelling stuff, but it all felt muffled underwater, as the camera cut to a replay of the crash. She sat there, staring as she watched Daniel and Alex’s cars clobber the barriers again.

So much for good luck this weekend. She watched as Daniel hopped out of the car, and she saw that Alex was having a little trouble due to the tyres almost balanced perfectly on his halo.

She heard the other cars filtering into the pits and as the pit crews dash around the cars Y/N escape through the garage and up to the pit wall, where she spotted James chatting to some of the other mechanics. She quickly crossed the pit lane and hopped up to the pitwall.

“Hey darling, what are you doing here?”

Y/N didn’t know what to say to that. What was she doing here? She looked at her husband trying to convey all of her current thoughts through her eyes. Thankfully he seemed to get the message and embraced her in a hug.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’re both fine, they’re both okay. The red flag is because the barrier is destroyed and they’ll be here before the end of the red flag, okay? I’m sorry darling, that must have been terrifying to see that crash, especially when you have no information. How about you stay here, I think Alex and Daniel will come from there,” he pointed somewhere, Y/N wasn’t paying attention properly “so they’ll walk past here and you can see that they’re completely safe and sound.”

Y/N nodded at that, and snuggled in further to her husband’s embrace as he asked about tyres for Logan’s restart and discussed new strategy, keeping an eye out for the 2 drivers.

come walking down the pit lane. She careful extracted herself from James’ embrace, he nodded as he saw the 2 drivers arriving.

Y/N ran over and embraced them both in a hug, ignoring the commentators comments of ‘mom’ and ‘awwww’ and she pulled them in close and started rambling

“Oh my god, are you okay, that was a big crash, are you sure you don’t need to go to the medical centre, wait, hang on, what’s the test, uuhhhh, how many fingers am i holding up?”

“2, Y/N, relax, we’re okay.” Daniel put a hand on her shoulder

“Y/N breathe okay, I know that was a big crash and that I think was your first big crash while being here, so I’d imagine it's a little scary, but it’s okay. We’re both okay, Daniel and I in one piece.” Alex pulled her into a hug, before releasing her.

Y/N didn’t trust her voice, just nodding and furiously wiping away at the tears falling down her face.

“C’mon, I’ll get you back to James and then by the time the red flag is over, I’ll be back from media and we can watch the race together, okay?”

Y/N nodded again, smiling more than she was as Alex led her back to James.

“Keep her safe until I get back, yeah boss?”

“Oh come on Alex, you don’t trust me with my own wife?”

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[faintinggoatsyndrome]

Hi! 💗 here’s a tracker of how requesting a wheelchair from my 🇧🇪 goverment is going!! Will try to update lol.

For refrence: for diagnosis FND (non-epileptic seizures) so I can save energy and not have seizures consistently outside the house.

• Situations i use it:

- classes (1 day a week)

- long trips (bigger stores, shopping days, flea markets, conventions, theme parks, etc)

- to move me to a safe place during seizure

• The process so far:

1. Have GP fill in wheelchair perscription

— get rejected because though he agrees I should use one, I shouldn’t have one for free bcs I only use it for a % of time.

2. Ask Neurologist to fill in wheelchair perscripton

— (respectfully) fight w/ her for 30 minutes because I shouldn’t ‘give up’ mobility, and try treatment (in form of therapy; after 4 psych wards and currently consistent visits to psychologist & psychiatrist)

3. get wheelchair perscription from neurologist!!!!!! 🎉

4. Go to bandagist (mobility aid specialist) and go to wheelchair manufacturer to put in order

5. Get reeeeeejected! By the goverment!

— score of document was too low because it was filled in incorrectly

?. Give up for like a year and start using a secondhand wheelchair, notice how much freedom you have.

6. Email neurologist to refill in the document, adding the explanation of how to fill in the scores.

— (scores based on how you are during/post seizure, not just on a random tuesday)

7. Give document to a new bandagist

8. Bandagist asks for revision.

— though it was filled in, not every box was also crossed in lol

9. Ask for revision from Neurologist

10. Bandagist that document was filled in on the 2023 edition instead of 2024

— which!! You can only download the 2023 edition from the ✨official goverment website!!✨ it was never updated!!

11. Push back and ask them to take it up with the friggin goverment BRO

12. Say I’ll hear about making an appointment, but don’t hear anything.

13. Get called one morning asking if they can visit me in my house in an hOuR

14. Have consultation! Find out I need 1 more revision to the document to qualify for a possible power supply in the future.

— Find out I qualify for a ‘basic wheelchair’ that cannot be requested changes on, have to get revision to qualify and buy ‘modular wheelchair’ (means can have changes, but different from active wheelchair) only get 980 in goverment assistance for it (will have to pay 2200 euro extra) and then apply for power supply and hope I’ll get accepted after doctors consultation at a ‘specialized wheelchair team’.

15. Decide to go back to GP because asking Neurologist for a 4th time seems insane for that revision.

16. Get revision from GP! 🎉🎉

17. Find out I can’t just pay extra on top of goverment funding to afterwards request power supply!

18. Bandagist offers to change tactics and go all in; try to request a full active wheelchair (100% paid back; 100% harder to get)

19. Make appointment with ‘specialized wheelchair team’ (doctors I do not know) hoping a visit to them will get me the correct referral for this kind of wheelchair.

That’s where I am now; appointment is next week. I am terrified. We’ll see what happens! 💗

[hornsbeforehalos]

Anytime Sweetheart (Remastered)-Part One

Pairing: JDM x OFC (RPF) SERIES WARNINGS: (not specific to each chapter): violence, implied sexual assault, drug use, drinking, smut, murder, cursing, age-gap relationships, power dynamics, angst, slight slow burn, cheating... will update warnings as needed. AUTHOR'S NOTE: this is a rewrite! I originally wrote this, which can still be found in my master list, years and years ago and finally have decided to spruce it up a bit. This will be in third person POV and updated to be less... cringy as the original. As of right now there are only two chapters rewritten but if anyone shows interest, I will continue :) Please let me know if you would like to be tagged. I haven't written anything serious in years so this is me dipping my toes back in :) Face credit for OC is Taylor Momsen :) Tag List: @coffee-obsessed-writer @kazosa @lovealways-j @lovetusk @sorenmarie87

“You’re fucking useless, you know that? Like some useless blonde bimbo, I swear.” Anthony growled, advancing towards her menacingly.

“I-I, I’m sorry, something’s been wrong with the washer and I guess something got wrapped around the agitator-” She tried to explain, her voice shaking.

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up, you stupid bitch.” Anthony roared, raising his hand back and drawing it forwards across Kylin’s face. A cry of pain escaped her lip and her hand cupped her stinging cheek. She backed against the door of the couple’s bedroom and stumbled as the door fell open behind her, already broken from a previous altercation.

She slammed the door closed in his face, thankful to hear the click of the handle, rushing to lock it and secure it closed. Anthony banged on the door, threatening to break down, while Kyln grabbed her backpack from the closet. She packed up a few things before zipping it up and throwing it out the window closest to the driveway. The door was soon easily broken open by Anthony, and she dove out the window herself. Thankfully, she landed unbruised and quickly made her way to her car with the backpack.

But she wasn’t quite fast enough, unfortunately.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” He seethed as his hand found purchase in her hair. He spun her around, pinning her against himself and the car door. His free hand came to wrap around her throat, squeezing her throat closed.

It had to have been pure adrenaline, she would think looking back, because she instinctively  brought her knee to his groin with all the strength she could muster. He dropped her to the ground, stumbling back as he gripped his useless nutsack. She took advantage of the moment and bound to her car, quickly locking it as he tried to stumble his way towards her. 

Before she even registered where she was going, she was already two and a half hours south of DFW on I-35.

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Half an hour later, Kylin pulled into her brother's gated community and gave the security guard the passcode. She followed the GPS through the neighborhood, even though she knew the way by memory. She put the car in park before turning off the engine as anxiety raged in her gut. Why did there have to be so many cars in his driveway at 11 o'clock at night?  A million ‘what if’s’ swam through her head, and she almost lost her nerve completely. 

But then she remembered every sad look her family had given her, how disappointed they were with her, how much it hurt them to see her in that condition... How much they tried to remind her that they weren’t raised to put up with bullshit like what she had endured. 

She rang the doorbell, and a relieved sigh left her when her sister-in-law answered the door.

“Oh my god, Kylin, What are you doing here?” Danneel screeched as she threw her arms around Kylin, not spilling a drop of wine as it sloshed around in the glass that was clutched in her hand. 

Kylin smiled as she returned Danneel’s embrace. She squeezed her tight as relief spread over her and her nerves seemed to immediately release themselves. She had misses her bestfriend SO fucking much. 

“Um, I-I hope I’m not intruding or anything,” Kylin sniffed as she pulled away to wipe the tears that fell without her permission, “ I uh, needed somewhere to go.” 

Danneel’s smile fell immediately. She looked around before pulling her into the empty den.  She gripped Kylin by the side of the head with her free hand as she asked in a whisper, “Did he…?”

Kylin nodded shamefully, “Don’t tell Jens, please. It’s over, and I’m not going back.”

“Stay here as long as you need. I’ll call Dad in the morning so he can deal with getting your stuff. You really drove here from Dallas?” Danneel replied with a hint of snark. She let out a laugh when Kylin answered her question with a shrug.

“Well, you picked a hell of a night to make an appearance.” Dani smirked, taking a sip from her glass of Cabernet, “Somehow everyone managed to be in the same place at the same time for once, so it’s a full house.” 

The girls made their way from the den and into the dining room where everyone else was gathered, Danneel rubbing Kylin’s back soothingly before pulling away to get her husband’s attention. 

“Look who came to see her favorite brother,” Danneel touched Jensen on his back and he whipped around, a smile immediately brightened his face. 

“Ky, what the hell are you doing here?” He whooped, moving quickly to engulf his younger sister in a smothering hug. He squeezed her tight around her ribs and she couldn’t help the shriek of pain that she let out as he lifted her up off the floor. Jensen let her go and gave her a questioning look.

“Err, sorry, Bubs. I, uh, fell off the ladder at Dad’s the other day trying to help him do something, Kinda, uh, bruised my ribs a little bit, I think. No biggie.” She excused as she rubbed the sore area. 

“He should know your clumsiness does not make you helpful,” Jensen joked, throwing his arm around her shoulders as she motioned for Dani to make Kylin a drink.

“Whiskey, please,” Kylin stated when she saw her attempt to reach for the wine. Danneel gave her a look, but obliged nonetheless.

“And who is this beautiful young thing you have yet to introduce me to, Jensen?” A thick drawl came from behind. Kylin turned her head towards the voice. 

‘Holy fuckballs,’ Kylin thought as she was met with the tall length of a man that was Jeffery Dean Morgan, clad in dark washed jeans and a faded band tee.

“This is my sister, Jeff, my baby  sister. She just popped in to surprise me from Dallas.” Jensen replied, his voice lowering with a hint of protectiveness. He wrapped his arm tighter around Kylin’s shoulders and she fought to wince with the tenderness. 

“She looks young enough to be your daughter, J,” Jeffrey chuckled as he let his eyes roam Kylin’s frame.

“Not quite, but she is definitely old enough to be yours, old man.” Jens replied, eyes squinted in annoyance. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Morgan,” Kylin replied as she stuck her hand out towards him, “Ignore my brother, he’s a bitch.” 

She ignored Jensen’s scoff as she smiled up at Jeffrey, who took her hand in both of his much larger ones. 

“Definitely related to you, Ackles. She’s cute.” Jeffrey smiled, letting go of Kylin’s hand after a moment. 

“Ky! How the hell have you been, woman?!” Was heard right before Kylin was scooped up from behind and spun around by Rob Benedict. 

He set her down gently and turned her in his arms to hug her properly. She couldn't help the whimper that escaped her throat as pressure was once again applied to her sore body. Rob brought his head back to give her a knowing look. Kylin simply smiled shyly before she dodged his eyes and looked away. 

She was quickly passed around by Jared, Gen, and Rob, and a sense of comfort graced her as she realized that she was finally surrounded by people who loved her and would protect her. She was safe. For now, at least. 

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As she enjoyed the company of her friends, family, and warm whiskey, her phone was constantly vibrating in her pocket, Anthony not willing to give up. The alcohol was working its way through her system, and in her drunkenness, her anger started to flare up all over again. With a sigh of frustration, she retreated to the back yard to answer the phone. She lit a cigarette and took a deep drag before pressing “accept” on the screen.

She didn’t even get the chance to say “Hello,” before the verbal attack began.

“Get your stupid ass back to this fucking house, now.” Anthony demanded, his voice low and almost growl-like.

“No,” She replied simply, taking another anxious pull from the cigarette between her fingers. 

“Where the fuck did you even go, huh? Who are you with? You’re at some bar, huh? I’ll beat your ass in the middle of Pearl if I find you, you fucking whore.” He threatened, followed by a loud crashing noise coming from the background. 

“I’m done with this. This is not how you speak to someone, Anthony. Who the fuck raised you?” She hissed, attempting to keep her voice down so as to not draw any attention, “I’m done. Like, done, done.”

“Since when do you get to have a complex, bitch? You ruined my life having to deal with all of your shit, so you don’t get to just walk away from me.” 

“The fuck I don’t!” She barked, her voice raised, “Fuck you, you piece of shit. Fuck. you. My dad will be there by tomorrow to get my shit. I’m done with this conversation.” 

Anthony started on another tirade, but before she could tell what his next slew of curses would be, her phone was snatched out of her hand. She whipped around as Jeffery brought the phone to his ear. 

“I do believe the lady said she was done. Learn your manners, boy.” His drawl was thick and assertive, and he left no time for Anthony to reply before he pressed the “end” button and held the phone out for her to take back.

She hadn’t even realized she had started crying until she brought the forgotten cigarette back to her lips, and the ashes fell across her hand as she took a final drag before tossing it into the yard. She wiped her face with the sleeve of her sweater, trying to rid her face of the tears and snot. 

Jeffrey took a seat next to her on the bench she had been sitting on and lit up a joint. He took a couple of hits for himself before he passed it to her. 

“Thanks,” She whispered and took a deep drag. She hummed in appreciation as she held the smoke in her lungs for a moment before blowing it out. 

“Anytime, sweetheart. Sounds like you need it.” Jeffrey chuckled as he took it back from her. They sat there for a few minutes, passing the joint back and forth without speaking. The sound of the back door opening, followed by Genevieve’s voice broke the comfortable silence. 

“There you are! Oooooh, you have goodies!” Gen giggled as she sat beside Kylin, who was forced to move closer to Jeffrey, their shoulders touching. 

“Rough day?” Gen asked as she plucked the roach from Kylin’s fingers and took a deep drag. She had already been informed of the situation by Danneel.

Kylin simply replied with a huff of a laugh and a shake of her head.

“That boy needs to learn how to speak to a woman,” Jefrey stated simply as he brought a cigarette to his mouth.

“You have no idea,” Kylin replied. She picked up her glass of whiskey and finished it off. 

That earned her a sigh from Gen and a confused look from Jeffrey. She ignored both.

The silence washed over them again while Jeffrey finished his smoke. He tossed the butt in the yard with hers as he stood.

“Well, ladies, I have enjoyed your company, but I am going to hit the hay” He said smoothly, holding both his hands out for each of the girls to take one. He kissed them both, gave a small bow, and retreated back inside the house.

“Jay sent me out here, you know. Didn’t like the way Jeff was ‘looking’ at you.” Gen said, making sarcastic quotation marks with her fingers with a laugh. 

Kylin smirked and shook her head. Of course her brother was being his usual over protective self. 

“So is this the real last time?” Gen asked gently, after a few moments. 

“Yep,” Kylin replied, popping the ‘p’ sound. She dug around in her pocket and found her pack of cigarettes. She lit one and took a drag and then offered it to Gen.

“Good.” Gen nodded simply and brought the smoke to her lips. One of the best things about being best friends with Gen and Dani was that they all knew what the other person was feeling and needing without the use of words.

“Come on, chick,” Gen said suddenly as she grasped Kylin by the thigh and hoisted herself up. She turned and grabbed Ky by the hand and pulled her up with her, “Let’s go take shots until we black out.” 

“Sounds perfect,” Kylin laughed as she threw her arm over Gen’s shoulders and let her guide them inside. 

And black out they did. 

[tikay21]

🐺 WIP - Grim Reaper Helper & his Home

updated ... A little WIP preview of my nocc house that I’m building for the Grim Reaper event alongside I'm playing it. After ages, I’ve finally been inspired to build again ... as soon as it’s finished, I’ll post it here for free for anyone who wants it. It will contain all rewards that are tangible via build mode.

Liam Northland - my Grim Reaper Helper nocc

I created a new save file for this event without any CC, except for my defaults. Since there are always issues with these events, I’ll try to keep this save file for these kinds of things. Let’s see how long I can stick to it ^^ - 🫣.

Capturing a bit of the GP while building, so the lot status on this images is not ready ...

Liam and Thomas in Love 💘

They were originally just supposed to be roommates, but the chemistry was right from the start. However, they had a tough time during the planning of the "social event", and there was jealousy and a major fight. But as you can see, they've made up and grown closer together.

Now the pack is finally here, and I’m going to see if I can move them, along with the house, over there …

[perplexingluciddreams]

First big news update for Ezra life:

Dad make appointment for see GP doctor to talk about top surgery options!!!!! It will happen in about 3 weeks.

This is a big big deal, something I want/need and work towards for YEARS. And if my health was not a problem, would already have top surgery ages ago.

We will do surgery private, but need to first talk to GP about impact on health and if it is definitely possible - don’t want to make me very very ill and even more bed-bound and lose all abilities. Because of ME/CFS, recovery from huge surgery is big risk. And with autism and all my needs, have to consider every possibility. GP is just first step, good place to start.

But positive is that my health is a lot more stable nowadays (because have proper help and support and understand ALL issues that affect me, now have all pieces of the puzzle put together and know how to manage). And slowly improving mobility and increasing amount I am able to do!! So this all makes me hope hope hope for good outcome (AKA able to get top surgery).

It is hard because it will be very anxious and emotional at appointment because it is so so important for me and my life. But I am so so relieved at the idea that maybe I can be free from my chest and all the pain (physical and emotional) that it causes me. If I can get rid of this literal weight on my chest, my life will be so improved in so many ways.

For the first time in a long time, I feel true strong hope. Hope that I can have a comfortable content life, with not this huge obstacle to happiness and comfort always attached to my body (my chest). Maybe my body can feel like mine one day soon.

[ladysomething]

Hii!

Thank you so much for the last update, it was again amazing!!!

I saw that you thought the next update would be in a fortnight what made me wonder. How many hours do you spend writing in a week? How long does it take to write a chapter?

I have thought about writing some fic myself too, but honestly I just don’t have time for it. Since I have too many other hobbies hahahaha.

Once again thank you for all your time and effort for this wonderful story that I (and I think so many others) can’t get enough of!

oh jeez. too many. way too many.

I was telling somebody the other day that it's getting really out of hand, too, because I find time to write just whenever I can, and that has meant some really weird places. the two worst I listed were at a GP (yikes) and also as hospital lmao. sitting in amongst all the chemo patients, sitting in my big lounge chair, kicking my feet and writing my freaky smut lol. (also bc I know that sounds bad - no, I'm not sick, I just participate in a drug trial).

I spend probably ... fuck. I don't know. maybe 20-30 hours a week working on wygig? including editing, talking to @saiyanwitcher about upcoming plot points, answering asks, and, of course writing. honestly, it might even be more hours than that. it's a lot.

and I totalllyyyyy get that. this is probably going to sound insane but I've actually sacrificed a lot of other stuff in my effort to spend as much time on this fic as I need to. which I do so willingly - nobody made me do it - but yeah. I've neglected a lot of other stuff for this fic lol.

I try to stack stuff now so that I can make time for everything - like I said, I write in weird places, but I also usually watch F1 while I write. I haven't watched a TV show in months, and only like 5 movies. I can't concentrate on both, and I don't have enough free time to watch and write separately lmao.

[mixed-up-multiverse]

@buddymuses (cont.)

[ INACT AREA SCAN. ... ... UNIDENTIFIED LOCATION. PLEASE CONNECT TO A JCJENSON NETWORK FOR GPS UPDATE. THE CURRENT VERSION IS 12.9.2 ... ] biscuits. N's tail lashes lightly, his grip tightening on the wall. this isn't good. he's been mapping out the area, but it still doesn't match up with any location he's been to. plus, it's scorching in this environment... at least more than the cold he's used to.

[ /!\ WARNING! COOLANT LEVELS AT 34.2% /!\ ] ... he's hungry. it's been... how long since he's had a drink? a while... maybe. in this higher-temperature area, he's going through coolant much faster than he was built for. is this what being lightheaded feels like for humans?

AUDIO DETECTED.

N whips his head 'round toward the source of the sound and he fires off a scan and... oil. oil. O I L. his screen flickers with his kill indicator X, the disassembler's jaw unhinging and leaking saliva slowly. his wings flare and he pushes off the wall, flapping once before landing behind the other robot. there's something familiar about her model, but he's so focused on that sweet coolant that he lets protocol take over.

immediately, he tries to dig his stinger into the other drone's shoulder.

She saw him turn around. "Great, you hear me! Look, just let me do my thing so we... can..." If she was a human, the color would have drained from her face as she saw the expression on the other robot's face.

"...N?" She said as she observed all of the thousands of rows of sharp teeth in the other drone(?)'s mouth, taking a step back upon realizing that she was most likely not even speaking to N at all. In fact, what was that thing? It looked like a worker drone in terms of model, but it was much taller and it seemed to have lights on the top of it's head... large claw-like hands... and of course, the obvious wings and tail. It looked like a literal angel of death, and Uzi had most likely pissed it off.

With very little warning, the other drone suddenly landed behind her, knocking her off her feet. Uzi was only beginning to turn around when she suddenly felt that stinger go into her shoulder.

A yelp of pain was all she could let out as the drone suddenly flew upwards-- with her still attached to it's stinger-- and then landed back onto the ground, suddenly jerking to the side and flinging her off like a ragdoll. Uzi rolled backwards and into the wall, holding her now-stinging shoulder... hold on, just what had that stinger done to her? Was it corroding?!

She saw the other drone(?)'s arm then switch out for what appeared to be a canon. Oh hell no. Uzi needed to act fast, or she'd be dead before she could return to the bunker.

Using her free arm, Uzi's left GrabPack hand suddenly changed into a fist... she leaned over a bit... and suddenly hit the trigger on the pack.

There is now a blue hand-thing hurtling towards the face of the other drone-thing, hoping to bap it in the face.

[renewmaps]

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[herohimbowhore]

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Can we get a more detailed look of your race rewatch spreadsheet? I feel like it would be v helpful in my own race rewatch

So I have consolidated the spreadsheet since that post. Now it includes all the races from 1981 to 2024 (and all the sprints)

Here are some pictures of my spreadsheet:

I found having this to be very helpful in knowing which races I have watched, how many seasons I have watched from start to end, and more stuff along those lines.

The spreadsheet only goes back to 1981 because that was the furthest that the archive in F1TV went. Watching through the F1TV archive is the easiest for me so that's what I went with. And even then, some of the 1980s and 1990s races don't have the full GPs, but 10-30 minute highlight reels. There are also other avenues through which you can find old races, but I found the F1TV route to be the simplest way of going through the old races.

Most of the spreadsheet is honestly just me visualizing F1 data in different ways and you could totally just have the first sheet and the data sheet.

But if anyone wants, I will link a blank copy of the spreadsheet that you can copy into your Google Drive and fill out. It includes everything that is shown in these pictures, a key for the colors that I have used so far (and will update as I watch races), and a sample sheet with some explanations on how I used the different features of the spreadsheet. Most of the data is set to update as you input different information in the sheets.

Feel free to ask if you have any questions about the spreadsheet, I love talking about this

[imbiowaresbitch]

Praise You

My Year of the OTP November fic!

Castiel needs a fresh start after his divorce. He doesn't really have a plan, so is heading east to visit his friend Balthazar and crash in his spare room for a few days before finding a place of his own. A traffic jam turns him off course, but maybe where he's headed is finally the right direction. Accepting himself is a major step toward his own happiness, but is he ready for what that means? To ask for what he wants? ~~

Castiel suppressed a sigh, knowing Gabriel would misinterpret it. As though wanting a fresh start after a divorce was all that unusual.

"You're sure about this, Cassie?" 

Gabriel's voice was muffled through the radio, and Castiel rolled his eyes.

"Gabriel, if you're going to talk at me while I'm driving, take whatever it is out of your mouth and use your words properly."

There was a POP!, like a tootsie-pop pulled from his brother's mouth, and a disgruntled huff.

"How do you know it's some thing and not some one?!"

Castiel snorted. 

"Because I can hear the ambient noise from the café in the background. So unless you've really updated Happy Hour," Castiel said sarcastically, "it's probably candy."

"You've got me there. You wouldn't believe the cost of a licence for that kind of –"

"Sorry, I'm about to enter a tunnel. You're breaking up!" Castiel interrupted, tapping away on the wheel of his new – to him – Mark V and staring at the gridlocked traffic ahead of him.

"Don't even try it; I checked your route. There aren't any tunnels on the way!"

"I'll find one if I have to. Now shut up for a minute and let me drive, Gabriel," Castiel ordered, checking over his shoulder and signalling right. 

Spotting an opening, he quickly pulled into the next lane and turned right on the side street. His GPS beeped at him.

"Off-route. Recalculating…"

"Never mind that," he muttered at it and followed the signs to the flyover for the northbound interstate.

"Call me when you get to Balthazar's, alright?" Gabriel said, and Castiel glanced guiltily at the GPS, which was urging him to turn around and rejoin the parking lot it called the eastbound route. 

"Yeah, about that. Can you call him for me and tell him I'm not getting in tonight? Traffic is completely backed up, so I'm either going to have to find a motel or another route."

"That's what you get for leaving so late in the day, Cassie. I tried to tell you –"

"Uh huh, ever the big brother, right, short stuff?"

"Oh-ho! Cassie is sassy today! Alright, I'll call Zar. But you text me when you know where you're staying tonight, or I'll call Michael and file a missing person's report!"

"No, you won't," Castiel argued, laughing.

"No. I won't. Only because he hasn't forgiven me for the last time I called that in."

Castiel snorted, remembering their youngest brother's outrage when he found out it was a prank.

"Gabriel, if you want him to forgive you, you'll probably need to do the community service hours you said you would."

"Ughhh. Who died and made you the boss of me?" Gabriel demanded, but Castiel could hear the fondness in his older brother's voice.

"That would be your maturity. We gave it a lovely service. I sent flowers."

Gabriel guffawed. "I haven't heard you like this in too long, Cassie! You know something? I think this move will be good for you!"

"I think you're right," he mused, grinning. It felt freeing to smile like that. "I'm hanging up now. I need to figure out where I'm going!"

"Bye, Cassie! Do something I'd do!"

"Only if you have bail money," Castiel teased. "Bye."

Castiel disconnected the call and pulled his aviators from the overhead visor, slipping them on. He ran his fingers through his carefully combed hair, scratching at his scalp and messing up the neatly coiffed style he'd arranged out of habit. Rolling up his sleeves one after the other, he loosened his tie and hauled it off over his head. He stretched, cracking his neck, and popped a couple buttons on his shirt.

"Let's see where this road goes."

~~

Many thanks to @nickelkeep for the beta! Read it on AO3.

[oh-my-may]

I'M NOT DONE YET.

After much consideration I have decided to dip my toes into Wuthering Waves!

Surprise is an understatement of my feelings and definitely still an unfit description of my feelings.

I remember seeing gameplay of some closed beta test like what... 2 years ago I think? Thought it looked really cool, like a darker version of genshin... right up my alley.

Of course things changed since then and my laptop broke snd I got a ps5 in the meantime... which meant I might not be able to play. However I also got a phone now that can handle games like genshin and HSR, so I might just try it.

So I did. Was a bit hesitant ofc because I much prefer playing huge games with open world on a big screen, it makes the whole experience more immersive and exciting to me. I only played genshin and hsr on my phone when I wasn't at home and didn't have another option.

I really wanted to try WuWa just to have a more casual approach at a game like this. I previously barely knew anything about the game except for very few small clips of gameplay and some character designs. With HSR I knew a lot about the game already due to it being a hyv project so I basically followed a lot of the process of the game between cbt and official release. I also thoight it would be fun to judt play a bit and blow all the pulls that the game gives out fpr free in the beginning.

SO. I was very surprised by how nice the beginning sequence looked on my phone. I was also immediately hooked with the OST of the starting screen. Very much liked the mysetery beginning - no talking, just these two characters interacting... yes.

When the actual game started I was a bit concerned that the graphics of the character designs might not look the part, because I saw that many people apparently had issues with this. But it was fine, looked very good actually.

BUT THEN. Launch day, right. Apparently WuWa was created on an engine that is usually used to make games for high end devices such as good PCs, so there was some issues expected for mobile right... but when it came to me actually playing and controlling MC... she was T-Posing floating around 😭💀 no walking animation just ... it felt like an awful issue tbh. Restarted the game several times but the issue kept coming up. It was so bad that I couldn't even climb up the first wall, so I just had to stop. Made me really sad because I really wantwd to get into the game but that was unplayable... when I logged back in sometimes she's get a climbing animation but then get stuck on the wall and nothing worked to get her off there... the graphics and everything looked fine... good even? But this just didn't work so I sighed and closed the game.

I wasn't the only person experiencing issues tho... and the devs were quick to respond on the issues saying they were working on solutions and giving out more compensation. So I wanted to wait until there was some update.

The next say a friend of mine asked me sbout the game and I explained my issues and because I was bored I opened the game again just to see whether something might have changed. And well what can I say... it worked just fine now?? The game had downloaded something and then it was as if nothing ever happened and I was SO HAPPY. Also sad because I could barely play that day because of work but I played 30 minutes and i loved it.

The combat is so refreshing! It feels really dynamic and even though I previously had my issues with the controls for genshin, I somehow managed to get used to it now. Ofc I still can't wait for a ps5 release (praying) but so far it looks really good. Love the designs of the first few characters we meet. First battles were also no problem.

A me-problem is definitely the wordy-ness(?) of the beginning. Just like in every other game they try to explain to you the basics of the world building and system in simple terms but there's just so many new words 😭💀 my gp to attitude is fuck around and find out. Wouldn't be able to explain what a Tacet Field or Echo is to save my damn life. But I can play the game! I have played like a maximum of an hour and haven't even unlocked the banner system yet but while the game lets you roam around freely between mission points... I got that dangerous feeling that I could spend hours doing that and that is definitely a good sign. Very excited to play more. Might make it a before bed routine.

I want to be more casual about it and I think the fact that it's mobile is gonna help. Can't wait to meet more of these cool looking characters. Gonna try and pull Jiyan :) wish me luck.

[merryslilhobbit]

The Saga of F1 2023

Given the announcement today that the Abu Dhabi GP may be cancelled, I thought what a crazy year this has been in Formula 1 (note: this is my first full season for a few years, so I may be exaggerating, however...). And we're nearly at the end already - time flies when you're having fun...

**I have probably forgotten some exciting stuff here, so I apologise. Feel free to comment/message & I can add more craziness in.

The Honey Badger Returns

Despite everyone assuming Daniel Ricciardo would be on the sidelines for 2023, just one test drive after Silverstone in July led to RB/AT dropping Nyck De Vries (yes, he was already on his last legs with the team) and putting Daniel straight in at Hungary. Fans got very excited to see Danny Ric back, only for him to crash a few weeks later, damaging his hand & being out for 5 races. A perfectly-timed (second) return at Austin/COTA was only average (thanks to damage) but his P4 qualifying & P7 finish at Mexico (more on that later) showed that the Honey Badger is very much back. And as Karun said, there's a honey badger circling for that 2nd RB seat. Drive to Survive will be wetting themselves over this storyline, I guarantee it.

Checo, the Red Bull Bumper Car and that beautiful floor

To be fair, Checo had a very good start to the season and looked like he would be challenging Max for the WDC. Then came Monaco, where he gave the world its first look at the Red Bull floor thanks to a collision with a barrier. Much excitement ensued! Just a few races later and another barrier collision led to an updated photo of an updated floor. Since then he's decided that colliding with other drivers instead of barriers is better - see Alex Albon in Singapore and Charles Leclerc in Mexico, to mention just a few. And now that I've mentioned Mexico.... a very good qualifying performance, within a couple of tenths of Max (finally!) only to be outshone by Ricciardo in P4. Checo had a great start, but pushing too hard (desperation?) led to that collision with Leclerc that took him out of his home race on the first lap. It's worth remembering that despite all of this, Perez is still second in the WDC.

The One Where Drivers Almost Passed Out

Qatar gave us a whole new drama with three mandatory pitstops during the race due to questions over tyre reliability/safety, serious overheating in the cockpit - Logan Sargeant retiring due to ill health, Lance Stroll saying he was almost blacking out, Stroll and Albon barely able to get out of their cars, several taking themselves to medical to get attention, Alonso suffering burns.

Qatar also gave us....

Lewis Hamilton crashing into George Russell.

And as for Russell...

Remember how he crashed out of Singapore on the final lap of the race, when pushing for a podium? Yeah.

Aston Martin & Alonso - a match made in heaven?

Remember at the start of the season Fernando Alonso got all those podiums? All those wonderful celebrations with the team? And how he loved driving the car? So much so that he was commenting on Stroll's overtakes during Miami. And lots of great advice and teamwork over the radio.

Not so much now sadly.

To Race Or Not To Race

The Chinese Grand Prix was removed from the provisional calendar before the season started due to remaining covid restrictions.

The Australian Grand Prix had a record three red flags.

The Italian Grand Prix was cancelled due to flooding.

The Belgian Grand Prix was almost rained off.

The upcoming Las Vegas Grand Prix seems to be somewhat controversial.

The Abu Dhabi Grand Prix may be cancelled due to unrest in the region.

Everyone Gets A Penalty

Track limits has dominated a few races (Austria, Qatar) and caught multiple drivers out, sometimes on multiple occasions. Definitely been a talking point of the season, and how to fix it. The biggest victim of penalties this season, however, seems to be poor Esteban Ocon (so much so it's become a running joke/meme), following the Bahrain Grand Prix where he received 3 and Austria (30 seconds).

Biggest drama of penalties, however, had to be Hamilton and Leclerc's disqualifications from the Austin GP following the race when their floors were found to be too low.

Celebrations & Broken Trophies

Despite a miserable start to the season, Lando Norris has been on fire since Austria with several podiums but has to be a bit careful now after he broke Max Verstappen's winning Hungarian GP trophy. Oops! To be fair to Lando, Red Bull have broken a few trophies themselves this season....

So what's left?

There's a spare Williams seat that needs filling.

Oh and silly season has arrived late, with just a handful of races left. Will Alonso stay at Aston? Will Stroll sell the team? Will Checo keep his seat for 2024?

Somehow I don't think 2023 is quite done yet....

[jaxyscreams]

Hoping the financial support stuffs goes thru & is accepted real quick bc from 1st of October I can get a flu shot but dammit it’s 400kr,,

Tho maybe I can get it at my GP and considering I have a free card I think it won’t cost me anything??

Idk I think I’ll have to call them & ask

1. If they can do flu shots considering that they’re still settling into the place since they moved there the 21st of august

2. If it’ll cost me anything considering free card

Maybe also get some other vaccines too like there’s probs some I need to update & I’m so much better w needles after phobia therapy

Also hoping I can get appointment for phobia therapy for blood bc I need that for whenever I get top surgery & just in general it would be neat to not get unreasonably dizzy & such from wounds and blood ya kno

Also goddammit I hope I can get new ADHD meds soon bc unmedicated is a struggle espesh rn w studying & living by myself

And I need to get physical therapy appointments n such bc I had terrible scoliosis pains today and had to leave early since I couldn’t concentrate and I had to take tramadol to help w it >://

Also apparently some of the ppl there can refer patients to X-rays & MRIs and whatnot which!! Ohohoho I’d love that like maybe what’s wrong w my joints is visible on something like that? Or maybe since they know stuff like this they’ll be able to deduce what I need

Anyways

Also hope financial support stuff happens quick bc my farmor wants a visit & I can’t afford the bus/train rn ://

My step-grandma also wants a visit but she doesn’t know I’m trans & with all the stress currently idk how I’ll deal w being dead-named & such by someone I care about

Will have to talk to dad about that since he sent the message about them wanting visits

Also my cousin who’s also trans about our step-grandma

Hhh many thoughts

I’m gonna try to do my programming practice tmrw & maybe make some fun Rube Goldberg machine(s) bc that was so much fun in class