#joey mclaren

[ultravioletqueen]

Last drawing of the day! On this occasion I show xabier's sister and brothers!

Deborah McLaren or simply Debbie is Xavier's older sister and his biggest frenemy. Although they love each other very much, they also do not miss the opportunity to annoy each other, especially by making merciless pranks😅

Debbie works with her mother in a punk bar and in her free time she spends her time riding her motorcycle or going to some illegal race, she is like an adrenaline hunter.

She is a tough and temperamental woman who does not respect authority figures too much, she is a brash and direct person, she is impulsive and characterized by her impatience since she can become reckless when she gets angry.

Despite this, Debbie is also a very outgoing and energetic party animal who, when confident, can show a lively attitude that maintains a happy atmosphere around her.

She has a kind of philosophy similar to this phrase:

“Life is not a waste of time, time is not a waste of life. So let's stop wasting time, get wasted and have the time of our lives” is a quote by Pitbull.

We also have Joey, Xabier's youngest brother and who he usually bothers from time to time (with obvious love), he is a teenager who loves comics who wants to draw his own one day and be a great comic book author ( In fact he draws very well!)

Joey is not very intelligent in the academic field but he makes up for it with a lot of creativity and a positive attitude, for him there is no problem that does not have a solution even if it is not logical.

Even though they often fight, Joey admires Xabier a lot and is always the first person he tells everything to because he knows that he won't tell anyone unless he asks.

And finally we have Glenn, Joey's older brother and the middle son.

Glenn, unlike Joey, excels in academic intelligence and is the one who has a brighter future, but he also has terrible social skills.

Glenn is a pretentious teenager who has a big ego due to his intelligence and praise from teachers (in other words he is a teachers' pet), but this makes him a lonely boy who does not have many friends due to his own egocentrism.

Glenn is not very close to Xabier but he goes with him and Debbie when he feels lonely, and they try to help him improve his social skills so that he doesn't spend his entire high school years alone with hardly any friends.

They are a strange but happy and very punk family🤘

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¡último dibujo del día! ¡En esta ocasión muestro a la hermana y hermanos de xabier!

Deborah mclaren o simplemente debbie es la hermana mayor de xabier y su mas grande amienemiga, si bien se aman mucho tampoco pierden la oportunidad de molestarse entre sí, especialmente haciendose bromas sin piedad😅

Debbie trabaja junto a su madre en un bar punk y en su tiempo libre se dedica a pasear en su moto o a ir a alguna carrera poco legal, es como una cazadora de adrenalina.

es una mujer dura y temperamental que no respeta demasiado a las figuras de autoridad,es una persona descarada y directa,Es impulsiva y caracterizada por su impaciencia ya que puede volverse imprudente cuando se enoja.

Pese a esto debbie también es una fiestera muy extrovertida y enérgica que cuando esta en confianza puede mostrar una actitud animada que mantiene un ambiente alegre a su alrededor.

Ella tiene un tipo de filosofía similar a esta frase:

“La vida no es una pérdida de tiempo, el tiempo no es una pérdida de vida. Así que dejemos de perder el tiempo, emborrachémonos y pasemos el mejor momento de nuestras vidas”.

También tenemos a joey, el hermano más pequeño de xabier y a quien este suele molestar de vez en cuando(con amor obvio), el es un adolescente amante de los cómics que quiere dibujar el suyo propio algún día y ser un gran autor de comics(¡de hecho el dibuja muy bien!).

Joey no es muy inteligente en el ámbito académico pero lo compensa con mucha creatividad y una actitud positiva, para el no existe un problema que no tenga una solución aunque no sea lógica.

Pese a que se suelen pelear joey admira mucho a xabier y siempre es la primera persona a la que le cuenta todo porque sabe que este no se lo dirá a nadie a no ser que se lo pida.

Y por último tenemos a glenn, hermano mayor de joey y el hijo de enmedio.

Glenn a diferencia de joey si excede en inteligencia académica y es quien tiene un futuro más brillante pero también tiene unas habilidades sociales terribles.

Glenn es un adolescente pretencioso que tiene un gran ego por su inteligencia y los halagos de los profesores(en otras palabras es una mascota de los profesores), pero esto hace que sea un chico solitario que no tiene muchos amigos por su propio egocentrismo.

Glenn no es muy cercano a xabier pero va con el y con debbie cuando se siente solo, y ellos tratan de ayudarlo a mejorar sus habilidades sociales para que no pase toda su etapa de secundaria solo y sin apenas amigos.

Son una familia rara pero feliz y muy punk🤘

[chaosinstigator]

may 2025 be redbull’s worst season yet

[formulafics]

★ OSCAROO AND BABY CHRONICLES | OP81

Scenario: its the qatar grand prix race weekend, and baby piastri is making her first appearance at a race. (requested)

Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

A/N: this was a CHALLENGE considering the lack of content involving oscar with kids, but i think it turned out okay! god bless girl dad oscar 🫶🏻

— SATURDAY: SPRINT RACE —

“There is our race winner,” the commentator narrates as Oscar gets out of his car. Off comes his helmet, then his bevalavca. “Smiles all around for the Piastri family as his wife congratulates him,” he continues. You smile at Oscar, holding Joey with one arm as you embrace him. He wraps his arm around you, the other going around your daughter, careful not to hit you or her with the helmet in his hand. “You did so good, Osc,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you step back. Joey reaches out to Oscar, and he takes her into his hold, one of the Mclaren crew members taking his helmet and head piece off of his hands.

“There goes baby Piastri, into the arms of her father. What a sweet sight. Alright, post races interviews are hosted by Mark Webber, and we will see you guys in the cooldown room before that.”

— 🏎️

“Into the cooldown room we go and,” the commentator pauses, laughing at the sight, “There goes Joey, chasing down Oscar, as usual,” he says. Oscar smiles to himself, knowing his daughter is right behind him. Despite the adrenaline of winning the race, the Qatar heat had not been kind, and he decides do sprawl out on the floor, the cool ground soothing his hot skin. “Max joins Oscar on the floor, and as expected, there goes Joey, mimicking her dad,” the commentator laughs again as Joey lays down in the same position as Oscar.

— 🏎️

“I have to use the bathroom so bad, I can’t hold it,” you tell your husband, the pair of you laughing to yourselves as he ushers you off, taking your daughter once again. “Guess you’re doing the interview with me, Joey,” he tells her, planting a kiss to her head as he walks back out, Webber waiting. The older australian smiles, handing Oscar a mic. “Well, who’s this little lady?” Mark asks, despite being Joey’s godfather. It’s evident that he’s no stranger to the young girl, as a wife smile spreads on her face, chubby cheek’s prominent due to the action. Mark smiles and reaches out, tickling her arm. She giggles and curls into Oscar, instinctively tugging her hand away. Mark laughs, then turns his attention to Oscar for the actual interview, all while sweet his sweet little Joey is snuggled into him.

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ynpiastri wowee, what a weekend. i’m so beyond proud of my love, @/oscarpiastri. you deserve this win, and so many more. i love you forever always. ❤️

also, congratulations lando on another pair of podiums, and max on your third wdc! love you guys. 🫶🏻

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maxverstappen1

maxverstappen1 thank you yn!

landonorris THANKS MUM! i love you too

⤷ ynpiastri your welcome, my child

⤷ rizzciardo i love yn and landos relationship so much

papayabull “wowee” i love when yn talks like oscar 😭

verstappensgirl THE PICTURE OF MAX AND JOEY OH MY GOD THIS HURTS I LOVE HIM

⤷ norrisnation in landos post race interview, you can see max holding joey in the background 💔

⤷ mclamg i saw that </3 it was so cute

papayamax yeah i’m gonna need about 4-7 business days to process the picture of max

⤷ papayabull GIRL i need a whole vacation to process all the content from this weekend

ynpiastri

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ynpiastri a celebratory family dinner 🫶🏻 proud of my boys (and so is baby joey, as you can see)

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ynpiastri @/maxverstappen1 i’m sorry i didn’t include you in the post 🥹 i made it before you showed up

⤷ maxverstappen1 no worries :)

oscarpiastri 🫶🏻 i love my girls

⤷ landonorris what about me? 🤭🤭

⤷ oscarpiastri no

⤷ papayabull LMFAO HELP OSCAR IS SO FUNNY

landonorris food was good im coming over every single day

⤷ ynpiastri okay bet i love having you over (and so does joey)

⤷ norrisnation JOEY LOVES LANDO ‼️ IM SOBBING

logansargeant please tell me baby piastri didn’t forget about me

⤷ ynpiastri no, she actually asked about you and was sad that you couldn’t make it </3 just means you have to be there for the next one!

⤷ logansargeant oh BET

cameforoscstayedforyn yn is so sweet :( the way she’s so close with logan lando and max is my most favorite thing

formulapiastri yn referring to lando and max as family is my roman empire.

⤷ ogformulaone THIS and mark webber being yn’s godfather

⤷ formulapiastri omg YES…and yn saying logan is family (in an interview a while back) 😭 baby piastri has such a good group of people to grow up with

All feedback is incredibly appreciated! Thank you so much for taking the time to read. 🫶🏻

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[willowsnook]

orange is my favorite color (18+)

Can i get a ham, Swiss, lettuce, mikes way on a gluten free? from @a-beaverhausen

reader x joe burrow x oscar piastri

just let me in

a/n: I’m going to make it to where she’s a stranger to Oscar but not Joe bc it makes more sense for what I’m thinking. also these are my two worlds colliding so it makes me very happy

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The warm Austin air blew through your hair as you made it to the track for COTA, and while you had been to almost every sporting event known to man, this was your first F1 race, and you were excited.

When you and your sister started a podcast a couple of years ago, never in your wildest dreams did you think it would take off like it had. Now, you were an official Barstool Sports podcast and had the opportunity to interview tons of female athletes worldwide. Even though your podcast was geared towards female listeners, you still built relationships with male athletes who supported what you were doing.

“They really just let anyone in here these days don’t they?” You heard a familiar voice call out and turned, smirking, to see Joe Burrow grinning at you. Joe was one of the professional athletes who had been a big supporter of the pod, and you had interviewed him enough times to consider him a friend. He flirted relentlessly with you and you entertained it for the most part but never let it get further than words.

“Hi Joey,” you said, sauntering up to him. He was standing with two other guys who you quickly recognized as Lando Norris and Oscar Piastri.

“Guys, this is y/n,” he introduced. “She has a popular sports podcast here.”

You smiled warmly at the two men and they mirrored you.

“I’ve listened a couple of times,” Lando said and you were surprised. “You should talk to Susie Wolf.”

Nodding, you replied, “yeah that is actually on my to do list while I’m here.”

“Is this your first race?” Oscar asked, and you nodded, and a small smile appeared on his face.

You hung around with them for the next half hour, Lando talking your ear off about different F1 things while Oscar chimed in occasionally, but his eyes never left you, making you almost squirm. There was something about him that was so attractive. The calm, quiet demeanor was an interesting contrast from his teammate, but you were into it.

As the group chatted, you couldn't help but steal glances at Oscar. His piercing gaze made your heart race every time your eyes met. You were so caught up in the moment that you almost missed Joe's invitation.

"Hey, y/n, we're heading to the paddock. Want to come along?" Joe asked.

"Yeah, if that’s okay? you replied unsure.

Lando chimed in, "Of course! We'll vouch for you. Plus, it'll give you a chance to maybe set up that interview with Susie."

You nodded eagerly, and the group started moving towards the paddock area. As you walked, Oscar fell into step beside you.

"So, what made you decide to come to your first F1 race?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

"Well, I was invited by the official F1 marketing team. They are really trying to grow interest in the sport in the US, and I have a large audience of people already interested in sports,” you explained. “But I got into it a few years ago after watching the Netflix show. Just haven’t had the time to make it to a race yet.”

Oscar nodded as you talked, and as you headed into a more crowded area, he tugged you into his side so that you wouldn’t get lost. His hand was warm against your waist, and you tried to contain your blush.

“So, since you’re hanging with us, can I assume you are a McLaren fan?” He asked and you smirked as you shook your head.

“RedBull all the way baby,” you teased and he rolled his eyes.

“We’ll have to fix that,” he muttered. You made it to the garage, and Oscar was pulled away quickly, so you settled into the atmosphere with Joe.

“Having fun?” He asked and you nodded, watching the garage as it came to life.

“Not as much fun as being at a football game but still fun,” you said with a smile and he threw back his head to laugh.

“That’s my girl,” he said, and you felt your stomach flutter at his words. His eyes were mischievous as he noted your reaction and you quickly averted your eyes. “I think our shade of orange looks better on you, though.”

“Oh yeah?,” you teased, smiling.

“Yeah, this shade makes you look pale,” he said, and you laughed loudly. The garage was getting busier, and you were standing very close to Joe as you tried to stay out of the way. Someone tried to move behind you, causing you to take another step closer to him, which he wasn’t complaining about.

“Here, I know you want to watch,” he whispered before shifting you to turn around. Your back rested against his chest, and you stiffened as you felt his arm wrap around your waist, holding you to him. His fingers were subconsciously tracing your skin as he watched the mechanics work.

Oscar appeared at your side again, his eyes darting between you and Joe with a hint of curiosity.

"Sorry to interrupt," Oscar said, his accent making your heart skip a beat. "But I thought you might like a closer look at the car. It's not every day you get to see one up close."

You nodded eagerly, and he began to guide you through the space, explaining the different parts of the car and the various roles of the team members. His passion for the sport was evident in the way he spoke, and you found yourself hanging on his every word.

As you moved around the garage, you noticed Joe watching you and Oscar with a hint of something in his eyes. Jealousy, perhaps? You pushed the thought aside, focusing on Oscar's explanations. He was easy to talk to and you enjoyed the behind the scenes tour you were getting.

Eventually, it was time for the race, and you rejoined Joe, taking a pair of headphones from him and putting them on to watch. You had a good time, and it was exciting to be there for the action even though both McLaren drivers missed the podium. You hung around the paddock a little longer, chatting with other US athletes who were there and filming some content for a vlog.

By the time you made it back to the hotel, it was later in the evening, and you were starving. Heading towards the bistro in the lobby, you spotted someone waving at you from the corner of your eye. Oscar was sitting at a table by himself, eating dinner.

“Hey,” you said as you approached him.

“Hey,” he replied, “hungry?”

You sunk down into the chair across from him, stealing a menu from a nearby table.

“You did great today,” you praised and he shrugged.

“It was whatever,” he said neutrally. “No hardware to bring home.”

“Well I still thought it was impressive,” you said.

“That is all I was hoping for,” he said genuinely and you felt your cheeks warm at Oscar's words, a flutter of excitement in your stomach. The waiter came by to take your order, and as you chatted over dinner, you found yourself increasingly drawn to Oscar's quiet charm and dry wit.

"So, what's next for you after this race?" Oscar asked, taking a sip of his water.

"Well, I've got a few more interviews lined up here in Austin, then it's back to New York," you replied. "What about you? Where does F1 take you next?"

"Mexico City," he said with a small smile. "Not quite as glamorous as Austin, but should be a good race."

As you continued talking, you couldn't help but notice how easy conversation flowed between you two. Time seemed to fly by, and before you knew it, the restaurant was starting to empty out.

"I should probably head up," you said reluctantly and Oscar stood up, holding out his hand to you.

“Let me walk you up,” he offered and you took his hand, letting him lead you towards the elevators. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” you said looking over at him.

He paused for a second before asking. “Is there something going on between you and Joe?”

“Mutual attraction,” you answered amused. “Nothing has ever come of it, but we don’t see each other a ton.”

“So he wouldn’t be mad if I kissed you right now?” He asked, taking a step closer to you and you thanked god that you were alone in the elevator.

“He probably would,” you admitted. “But I wouldn’t.”

That was all the confirmation he needed and he closed the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips against yours. You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you as you deepened the kiss. Exploring his mouth, you gasped as one of his hands gripped your ass right as he bit down on your bottom lip. The doors opened as you reached your floor, and you dragged Oscar through the hall and to your room.

Swiping the card, the door swung open and Oscar was back on you in a minute.

As Oscar pressed you against the closed door, his lips trailed down your neck, sending shivers through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair as you let out a soft moan. The heat between you was palpable, months of tension finally breaking.

Oscar's hands roamed your body, caressing every curve as he kissed you deeply. You tugged at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. He pulled back just long enough to yank it over his head before capturing your lips again.

You pushed off the door, guiding Oscar towards the bed without breaking the kiss. As the back of his legs hit the mattress, he sat down, pulling you onto his lap. You straddled him, grinding your hips against his as his hands slipped under your shirt.

"Is this okay?" he murmured against your skin, his accent thick with desire.

"More than okay," you breathed and he lifted your shirt over your head and he attached his mouth to the top of your chest, sucking harshly to mark you. Just as your fingers traveled down to his waistband, someone knocked on the door filled the room. You pulled back from Oscar, hoping that the person would just go away, but they didn’t.

“I’ll be back,” you muttered, sliding off his lap. Not bothering with a shirt you yanked the door open, irritated. You did not expect to see Joe Burrow standing there.

His eyes darkened as he took in the state you were in, no shirt, flushed lips, messy hair.

“I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner but clearly you are busy,” he said coldly and you flinched.

“Clearly,” you retorted, and his lips pressed into a firm line. Just as you were about to shut the door, you heard Oscar coming up behind you. It felt like the room temperature dropped another 10 degrees with the icy look that crossed Joe’s face.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he bit out and you rolled your eyes.

“This is not any of your business,” you said.

“Are you just not into me?” He whined. “I thought we had something, but all he had to do was talk with his pretty little accent, and you dropped your panties.”

Oscar snorted from behind you as you tried to hold back a giggle.

“You know I have a thing for you,” you said as you looked into his sad puppy dog eyes. “It’s just complicated with you.”

“How?” He demanded.

“We run in a lot of the same circles professionally,” you said. “Oscar is rarely even in the US so very no strings attached.”

“I don’t like it,” Joe said crossing his arms.

“Just let him in,” Oscar said from behind you and you looked over your shoulder, eyes wide.

“What?”

“Let him in, I don’t mind sharing,” he said nonchalantly before turning to move back to the bed.

You stood there, stunned for a moment, trying to process Oscar's words. Joe's expression shifted from anger to surprise, then to a mix of curiosity and desire.

"Are you serious?" Joe asked, his voice low and husky.

You looked back at Oscar, who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes dark with want. He gave a small nod, a smirk playing on his lips.

Your heart raced as you considered the implications. The thought of being with both of them sent a jolt of excitement through your body. You bit your lip, weighing your options for a split second before making a decision.

"Come in," you said to Joe, your voice barely above a whisper.

Joe stepped into the room, his eyes never leaving yours as you closed the door behind him. The tension in the air was palpable as you stood between the two men, feeling their heated gazes on your half naked body.

You could feel the electricity in the air as Joe slowly walked towards you. You were caught between two dangerously attractive men, and the thought made your heart race.

Oscar watched with a smirk on his face as Joe stood in front of you, his eyes raking over your body. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, pulling you closer for a kiss.

His lips were soft but urgent against yours, his tongue quickly seeking entrance into your mouth. You responded eagerly, losing yourself in the passionate kiss.

"Isn't this nice?" Oscar's voice interrupted from behind you, making both you and Joe jump. He chuckled at your reaction before moving closer to join in on the kiss.

Your senses were overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of lips on yours at once, their hands roaming over every inch of your body.

You moaned against Oscar's lips as Joe's hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he pushed you back towards the bed.

You fell onto the soft mattress with Joe on top of you, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of your body as he kissed down your neck and chest.

Meanwhile, Oscar had stripped off his clothes and was now standing by the edge of the bed, watching with a lustful gaze.

Joe looked up at him and smirked before leaning back to whisper into your ear. "Do you want him too?"

You nodded eagerly as he moved to sit behind you leaving room for Oscar between your legs. Oscar fell down to his knees and helped you get your pants off, pulling your panties down with them.

“So wet for us sweetheart,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your thighs. You could feel Joe’s hardness pressing into your back as you leaned against him, whimpering as his fingers circled your nippled, his lips sucking on your neck. You cried out the first time Oscar flicked his tongue out and your hips bucked up, causing Joe to hold you down.

Your body was on fire as Oscar's tongue worked its magic between your thighs. Joe's hands roamed your body, teasing and caressing as he whispered dirty words in your ear. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear.

"That's it, baby," Joe murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "Let us make you feel good."

Oscar's tongue circled your clit before moving deeper, causing you to cry out in pleasure. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as waves of ecstasy washed over you.

Joe's fingers pinched and rolled your nipples, sending jolts of electricity through your body. You could feel his hardness pressing against your back, reminding you of what was to come.

"Oh god," you gasped, your hands gripping Joe's thighs as you felt yourself getting close. "I'm gonna-"

"Come for us, sweetheart," Oscar encouraged, and that’s all you needed to push you over the edge, your body locked up as you rode out your orgasm. As you came down from your high, Joe slid out from under you, standing next to the bed.

“Flip over baby,” he said and you obeyed, moving on to your hands and knees. “I’m going to fuck your pretty pussy now while you make Oscar feel good okay?”

Oscar moved to the head of the bed, leaning against the back, all bared out for you. Moving closer to him, you looked to him for one last confirmation, and he nodded, pushing you to drag your tongue from his base all the way to his tip. He hissed at the contact, leaning his head back as he tried to control his breathing. You toyed with him, slowly moving your tongue around but not putting him in your mouth completely. You were about to start another cycle of it when you felt a hand yank your head back with your hair, Joe’s mouth next to your ear.

“Stop being a brat,” he growled and your core throbbed at his dominance. He let go of you, and you enveloped Oscar’s head with your lips, making him groan out. Hollowing your cheeks, you started to bob up and down, making sure to move your tongue around his cock. His hand found the back of your head as he bucked his hips into your mouth, his breathing growing heavy.

You were so caught up in Oscar that you temporarily forgot about Joe, until you felt him push entirely into you. You cried out around Oscar, causing him let out a loud groan.

“That’s it baby,” Joe praised breathlessly as he quickened his pace. “Taking us both so well.”

Your body was on fire as Joe pounded into you from behind, his strong hands gripping your hips. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, making it difficult to focus on pleasuring Oscar. But you were determined to make them both feel good.

You hollowed your cheeks, taking Oscar deeper into your mouth as you matched Joe's rhythm. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and muffled moans.

"Fuck, you feel so good," Joe groaned, his fingers digging into your flesh. "So tight and wet for us."

Oscar's hand tangled in your hair, guiding your movements as he thrust shallowly into your mouth. "Fuck, y/n," Oscar groaned, his accent thick with desire. "Your mouth feels so good."

The dual sensations of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. You could feel yourself rapidly approaching another orgasm, and when Joe brought his thumb down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles, you toppled over the edge. Your cries sent Oscar over the edge, and you swallowed the cum he spurt down your throat right as you clenched around Joe, causing him to spill into you.

Slumping down, you winced as Joe pulled out of you, and Oscar pulled you up into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around you as you tried to catch your breath.

“Are you alright sweetheart?” He asked softly and you gave him a weak smile.

“Never better.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, okay baby?” Joe said sweetly, kneeling next to you. Nodding, you let him scoop you into his arms and take you into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, and Oscar followed you in. The shower barely fit the three of you, but you definitely weren’t complaining, just happy to be sandwiched between two of the hottest men you knew.

“Will you both stay?” You asked hopefully, and neither of them said anything for a minute, eyeing each other warily. “Please?”

Joe broke first, eyes softening as he looked down at you. “Of course baby.”

Oscar nodded in agreement, stepping out to get a towel for you.

Once you were wrapped up you looked between the two men smirking. “I think… that orange is my favorite color.”

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WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN THEM ? || J.BURROW

~joe burrow x f1!driver fem

social media au-

summary - what happened between the two kids who were in love in high school???

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location: Suzuka, Mie

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Yourusername : had a good race and time at Suzuka!! Thanks Seb for letting me be a professional drawer ❤️🥙

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>> yourusername: it’s called being sneaky 🔝

Username : they all look so finee

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BACKSTORY:

June 12, 2015

Joey and I just graduated from Athens; after four grueling years here, we have graduated from this hell hole. You would think I spent a lot of time with Joey, but we barely did because I was going across countries for races, and he played basketball and was a quarterback. Sometimes, I had to ask him for help with homework because I was so behind that I would’ve failed. I was glad to have someone like Joey, who was supportive but intelligent on his own; there’s no really a backstory on how we met. I moved to Athens due to my dad’s new job in town, and I started 7th grade here. This is how I met Joey; he was persistent in speaking with me, so I gave him a chance to be friends, leading us to our situation now. I knew I was offered a contract from McLaren when they observed my races, and my team had been negotiating with them for quite a while. I came to agree joining with the team that would lead me to reach my goal …. Which was to be in Formula 1 I didn’t tell Joey at all which I should’ve but I waited till we graduated and when I left in a few days after college started. He seemed like he didn’t care really that much because he wasn’t the type to do long distance when i told him but deep inside I know I hurted him and I deserved nothing from him . heartbroken as you were the few races were coming up before you debuted in the May of 2016 so you needed to focus really good , you met your teammates and mechanics but deep inside nothing was okay . You happily learnt Joey moved on with a new girl , happy as you were for him , you still in love with him , even though you both would eventually fall apart you didn’t expect him to move on so quick. …..

[hoodienanami]

fantastic article from original London punker Vivien Goldman about the not-so-secret but often forgotten Jewish role in the early UK punk scene

In a classically angst-ridden Jewish ambivalence about identity, the New York punk Richard Hell – of Television, the Heartbreakers and the Voidoids – has said he doesn't like to be defined by the fact that his father is Jewish. But he's one of many Jewish (or Jewish-ish?) artists on the New York scene, such as Joey Ramone, Lenny Kaye of the Patti Smith Group and Blondie's Chris Stein, who overcame his Holocaust paranoia by collecting Nazi artefacts. (The concerns of punky American Jews are documented by by Steven Lee Beeber in his book The Heebie-Jeebies at CBGB's). In a documentary I made for BBC 6 Music, A Tale of Two Punk Cities, Talking Heads bass player Tina Weymouth recalled that New York punks thought people who talked politics were a bore. But to us, the ideas expressed in Anarchy In The UK and White Riot were real. The G2 or Second Generation theory, whereby children of Holocaust survivors are often socially conscious activists, could have had something to do with it, however it was never discussed. But the Yanks were trying to forget Vietnam, while we were still living among bombsites in our own civil war zone, fighting teds, skinheads and rockers as well as the sus law and the National Front. Our punky Jew experience was also different because British punk mostly inhabited a shared political landscape, as well as views of the kind that McLaren and Rhodes helped to spread, which manifested in organizations such as Rock Against Racism.

[coimbrabertone]

What is the Greatest Team in Motorsports?

So last weekend, Team Penske swept the three-wide front row for the 2024 Indianapolis 500, marking only the second time that a team has locked out the front row. The first time? Penske in 1988. Oh, and just to add a cherry on top of that, Penske won the NASCAR All-Star race at North Wilkesboro with Joey Logano.

This comes on the heels of Penske winning the 2021 Daytona 500 with Austin Cindric, the 2022 Indycar championship with Will Power, the 2022 NASCAR championship with Joey Logano, the 2023 Indianapolis 500 with Josef Newgarden, the 2023 NASCAR championship with Ryan Blaney, and the 2024 24 Hours of Daytona with Dane Cameron, Matt Campbell, Felipe Nasr, and Josef Newgarden. Yeah...they're on a run and a half, aren't they?

Beyond that, Penske has been everywhere and done everything.

Formula One? Won the 1976 Austrian Grand Prix with John Watson.

Sports Cars? Well in addition to the aforementioned Daytona 24 win, their Porsche-Penske RS Spyder dominated LMP2 racing in the 2000s - you know how everyone talks about how dominant the Diesel Audi LMP1s of the 2000s were? Well at the 2008 12 Hours of Sebring, the Porsche-Penske RS Spyder LMP2 beat the Audi R10 TDI LMP1. Penske won, a privateer RS Spyder finished second, and the Audi had to settle for third. Damn.

That's not even to mention how the Penske Porsche 917-30 with its 5.4L Twin Turbo Flat-12 was so dominant in 1973 that it killed Can Am.

Three Daytona 500s, nineteen Indianapolis 500s, four NASCAR championships plus two in the Xfinity series, seventeen Indycar championships across USAC, CART, and Indycar, and a grand total of over 500 race wins makes for a pretty compelling case.

Pretty much the only major feather messing in Roger Penske's cap is the 24 Hours of Le Mans, and, well, the Penske-Porsche partnership is at it again. The #6 Penske Porsche driven by Kevin Estre, Andre Lotterer, and Laurens Vanthoor has gone first-second-second in the first three WEC races of the season. That kind of form, plus some of the historic context I established for the Porsche-Penske partnership...are you really going to write them off ahead of Le Mans this year?

So yeah, Penske is a powerhouse of a team and they've been everywhere.

Including Australian Supercars of all things. Scott McLaughlin in the DJR Team Penske Ford took forty-eight wins across four years and won three championships in a row from 2018 to 2020, including the 2019 Bathurst 1000. He then went on to race in Indycar, has taken five wins so far, and just set a 233.220 four-lap average to take that pole position for the Indy 500.

Running the same classic Pennzoil yellow submarine livery as Rick Mears did in 1988. In the race itself, he'll wear a retro red and yellow suit of overalls modeled on the ones that Rick Mears wore in the 80s. If the stars align and Scott repeats what Rick did in 1988 and wins the Indy 500, then he'll have done something truly remarkable. He'll have cut his teeth in Australian supercars and come out of it one of the best Indycar drivers of the modern era.

Of course, his teammates will challenge him.

Will Power, who has more poles in Indycar than anyone else in history.

Josef Newgarden who won last year and has turned into a dominant force on ovals in Indycar.

Not to mention thirty other cars that want to wipe the smile off of Team Penske's face.

There is a lot of talk about Kyle Larson doing the double this year, racing the Indy 500 for Arrow McLaren and then racing the Coke 600 in Charlotte for Hendrick Motorsports, and he'll start fifth. That legitimately gives him one of the best chances of anyone to attempt the double. That being said, last year...Team Penske did the double as a team.

Josef Newgarden won the Indy 500, then Ryan Blaney won the Coke 600. Both of them went into the crowds to celebrate. If Kyle Larson wants to win the double, he'll be up against the mammoth that is Team Penske. Perhaps one of the greatest teams in all of motorsports, and they'll be facing him in both Indianapolis and Charlotte.

Let the games begin.

Sunday, May 26th, 2024 is going to be Motorsports Christmas. The Catalan Motorcycle Grand Prix, the Monaco Grand Prix, the Indianapolis 500, and the Coke 600. Two triple crown events, one of NASCAR's crown jewel, and the home race for about half of the MotoGP field, all in one day.

It's going to be a damn good day.

[podiumpalooza]

⠀⠀⠀" you might as well be

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀walking on the sun! "

hii my name is joey (or joseph)! and i am a 14 year old australian 🇦🇺 who really likes sports. i go by hehim. also i am extremely autistic pardon my weirdness

i like nhl, aihl, f1, khl, and recently motogp and moto2!

⠀motogp: i am still getting into it so ⠀these things are due to change! i like ⠀ducati lenovo and amm slowly getting ⠀into pecco bagnaia

⠀moto2: still getting into this too,,, im ⠀thinking red bull ktm ajo due to the ⠀dude im fixating on is in it 💔 AKA ⠀DENIZ ÖNCÜ

⠀nhl: leafs and pretty much goalies (i ⠀really like joseph woll and a lot of ⠀different starters). these are the things ⠀i am most autistic about 💔

⠀aihl: melbourne mustangs and the ⠀sydney bears. i like sebastian ⠀woodlands, logan flodell, and anthony ⠀kimlin

⠀f1: i go for mclaren and partially ⠀redbull, though its a love-hate with rb ⠀as... hate is ingrained within me for it. i ⠀like oscar piastri! (and danny ric 🪦)

⠀khl: i am a very fake follower ... but i ⠀do indulge in the content sometimes I ⠀SWEAR. metallurg magnitogorsk and ⠀lightly st petersburg. my favorite ⠀player is ilya nabokov, though i really ⠀like watching igor shestyorkin's (and ⠀such) old highlights and all star events.

[littlevampie222]

Okay, hear me out.

Friends is (maybe?) my favorite sitcom. Which is saying a lot because I watch sitcoms from all decades religiously.

And I'm usually not a "we need a reboot/sequel series" kinda person. Only for certain shows and with certain parameters.

But, I think it would be kinda cool to see a reboot/sequel show in the vein of a How I Met Your Father. Because I think it would be cool to see a new set of people living in the purple apartment (IT BETTER STILL BE PURPLE, TOO!!!) And maybe over time, we see them grow close with the people in the apartment across the hall, so we get to see Joey and Chandler's apartment again as well. And we HAVE to see the Central Perk! Similar to how we see McLaren in HIMYF. They could even have one of the new characters own/run it!

Obviously, I would want fresh ideas and storylines. Fresh, unconnected characters. All of that. Make it it's own thing, but still in that universe and in those locations. Time brings changes, so I expect that those locations would too. They'd have new looks, but hopefully still feel familiar.

As for the OG cast/characters, if they made appearances, that'd be fine with me. Just as long as they are done right and felt organic. Maybe we'd even get some questions answered for us that we've had for years. But if they chose not to appear, that's fine too.

I just feel that HIMYF has perfectly done the reboot thing. And is pretty solid on it's own. There's subtle nods to HIMYM in there (and a few not so subtle). But it doesn't feel like a ripoff and it is entertaining as a stand alone thing. A friends show like this could be as well, in the right hands. And I'd be down for it! And what would also make this one a little different and fresher is that a significant amount of time has passed since the show ended. And a lot has happened in the world. That would allow for some interesting new ideas for storylines! 🖤

[nowimyurdaisy]

My- my- my brain can't process. 😭😭 I Can See You MV starting Taylor Lautner, joey king and Presley, and then long live added to the set list, new speak now dress, 1989 CONFIRMED?! then you throw formula 1 at me a McLaren 2, 3!?!?!! Brain no work anymore

[milesbellingham]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

full name. miles david bellingham   nicknames. mills gender. male pronouns. he/him  age. thirty-two  date of birth. 24th of october 1992 zodiac sign. libra  time in wilmington. roughly two months neighborhood. masonboro occupation. formula one driver pinterest & character inspo. lewis hamilton, lando norris & daniel riccardo (drive to survive), james hunt (rush), alfie (emily in paris), joey tribbiani (friends), nate archibald (gossip girl), roman pearce (fast & furious), jake peralta (brooklyn 99), david rose (schitts creek)

tl;dr: born and raised in london, miles had always been a thrill seeker and risk taker. he began karting when he was young, leading to an incredible formula one career racing with mercedes-AMG where he won four world championships. his parents divorced when he was a teenager, which led to his mom moving to wilmington and starting a whole new life. summers and time off that he could manage were spent in town with her. though as his career progressed, he stopped coming around as much due to the fact she was always against the idea of racing but miles never took it into account. now back in town, he’s feeling some regret that it put a riff in their relationship. personality wise, he’s just a fun loving, lil bit nerdy, car obsessed guy.

BIOGRAPHY:tw: parental death, cancer

From the moment young Miles Bellingham could walk, he was drawn to speed. Whether it be conjuring up an imaginary racetrack to the corner store or a game of who could reach the dinner table fastest–racing was a constant on his mind. The answer to the question ‘what do you want to be when you grow up?’ was always a racecar driver. His father, Lewis, recognized this fiery passion early on and introduced him to karting. Little did they know that this simple, yet thrilling pastime would be the launchpad for a meteoric rise. By the age of ten, Miles was already leaving his peers in the dust, winning karting championships and catching the eye of Mercedes-AMG Petronas renowned team principal. By the age of fourteen, Miles was signed to the Young Drivers Program with McLaren & Mercedes–a contract that included a guaranteed future seat in Formula One. 

Miles Bellingham’s career seemed to be on an exhilarating upward trajectory, but his home life was a stark contrast. While Miles focused on building his future and honing his skills, he remained unaware of the growing rift between his parents. His mother, Grace, had always been opposed to her husband’s support of Miles’ passion, deeming the sport dangerous and mired in politics. Unbeknownst to Miles, Grace had issued her husband an ultimatum: pull their son from the training program immediately, or she would leave. Lewis, unwilling to crush Miles’ dreams and recognizing his son’s exceptional talent, chose to support Miles, leading Grace to file for divorce and relocate to a town in North Carolina. As a result, Miles now spent his summers and breaks with his mother in America.

The year 2013 marked a pivotal chapter in Miles’ life. With the roar of engines and the glare of media attention, he stepped into the high-octane world of Formula One, racing for Mercedes-AMG. His debut was nothing short of electrifying. Miles finished third in his very first race and went on to challenge the sport's established stars. Each race was a showcase of his skill and determination, and by the end of the season, he was a heartbeat away from clinching the championship. The following year, Miles Bellingham had become the second youngest World Champion in the history of Formula One Racing. 

The championships continued for three more years, with Miles’ career reaching new heights as contracts, sponsorships, and awards accumulated. However, his relationship with his mother began to suffer. Despite his immense success and Grace’s attempts to be (somewhat) supportive, Miles grappled with the feeling that nothing he did would ever be enough to satisfy her. After all, she had chosen to move to America to start a new life and a new family, leaving him behind.

Fast forward to July 2024, and Grace Bellingham tragically passed away from breast cancer. The disease had advanced beyond detection before doctors could identify it, and by the time the results were available, it was too late to save her. Miles left the racing circuit mid-season, catching the first flight to Wilmington, NC. Although he managed to settle most of her final affairs within a month, he couldn’t bring himself to leave his mother’s home. The pull of returning to the sport she had always disliked seemed overshadowed by the guilt of missed time and the grief he couldn’t seem to overcome.

[chaosinstigator]

I think we can all collectively agree that we’d rather hear the Dutch national anthem for the rest of the season than - well

[iamapoopmuffin]

Hello and Welcome to 'I share the silly entrance animations for my silly wrestler characters and encourage you to make assumptions about them as people based purely on these videos' where exactly that and @randomfrog2 encouraged me to so here you all go. Links will be filled over time, I couldn't record or upload them all in one go.

Under the cut because between 2k22 and 2k23 there Will eventually be 200 of them total

Abatai 'Abby' Xiao

Ace Dominguez

Adalia Mitchell/Adalia Undead

Adam Cooke/Adam Frankenstein

Adelaide Anderson

Adriel Duffy

Aidan Seeds

Aiko Yamamoto

Aisling Miller

Alan Burgess/The Necromancer

Alexis Thurston

Alfie Winchester

Alfonse 'Avalanche' Boucher

Alfonso Price/Alpha Ali

Alicia Tigner

Alyssa Evans

Amos Wellworth/The Purple Pig

Andy Poux/Andy Scathe

Angelina Manhardt

Archie Robinson/Archie Eagle

Ash Daugherty/The Rubber Chicken Man

Aster Chadha/The Spider

Audriana Parrakkal/The Phantom

Augustus de Blaauw

Aura Hilton

Austin Kirwan/Austin England

Ayanna Mariani

Bartholomew Reeves

Beatrice Lipe

Bertie Bronner

Betsy-Ann Sol

Blaire Wilcox

Brea Orko

Brook Edghort/Captain Brook Edghort

Bruno 'The Felon' Fraser

Bryant 'The Harpy' Tremblay

Caius Pabon

Carlene Skrzypczynski

Cheryl Vogel

Clemence Maurer

Clifford Gilbert

Colin Almarez/Mint Man Almarez

Colt Smiley

Constance Cole

Cooper Carnocan/The Janitor

Damien Kudlinski

Darin Ahmed

Davina Finister

Demetrius Kappotis

Dempsey Blair

Deodatus Bisnett

Dewey Roll/Cottonmouth

Dick Dexter/Dickhead Dexter

Dmitri Pavlov/Glowmaster

Donald Ripa/Queen Ripa

Dympna Lammchen

Edd Woods

Elina Baene/Swamp Witch Elina

Elton Maldonado

Elvira Leithead/Elvira Flash

Elwood McLaren

Elysia Brunner

Emerald Ashley

Erica Shooter/Naughty Nurse Shooter

Ernesto Curry

Evan Stewart/Evan Galaxium

Everly Leigh

Ezio Fahim

Fae Nicholas

Fia Matthews/The Jester

Floyd Gossard/Heartstopper Gossard

Ford Gossard/Showstopper Gossard

Gayle Mokriy

Genevieve Lee/Snake Princess

Gerard Apple

Ginnie Davey

Greg McCarthy/Superstar Greg McCarthy

Guadalupe Batchelor

Harith Rammurthy/Talon Rammurthy

Harry Moore/Machine Gun Harold

Hettie McCormack/Pookie Bunny

Ianthe Jennings/Ianthe Plague

Ilene Fanshaw

Indiana Stone

Indigo Wilson

Indira Doxtator

Isabel Abbeglen

Ishaan Prabhu

Ivo Carrico/Portuguese Man O' War

Jacques Smith

Jak McNicholas

Javon George/The Pimp Javon

Jeana Quinn

Jebediah Oprea

Jeremy Cruz

Jimmie Hutton

Jock Kelly

Joey Duvall/Joey D

Jonas Gabriel/Fox Gabriel

Jordan Barr

Kaden Dunlap

Kailey Samuels

Kanon Ozawa

Kaori Flores

Karter John

Kasumi Wellard

Katrina Giraud

Kehlani Who

Kelby Kadeer/King Kelby

Kenneth Christmas/Fly Boy Kenny

Kimberley Wainwright

Kiyomi Roman

Kori Hernandez

Kyra Padhi

Langdon Mass

Lenore Dillard

Liang Tao

Lillia Robertson

Lilly Ansa/Lilith Ansa

Lincoln Swinton

Lionel Connor

Lisa Belrose

Liz Schlachter

Louis Bridget/Big Baby

Lukas Craveiro/Senator Lukas Craveiro

Maddison Toxtle/Toxic Maddi

Maia Smith

Marci Britt

Marcus Gardiner

Margarita Harrison

Mariella Gillet/Iron Kitten

Marina Gonzo

Mavis Payton/The Blushing Bride

Meena Gacitua

Meghan Schreck

Mim McHoney

Mitsuki Ootani/Bon Bon Bunny

Myles Neil/Steamboat Willie

Nancy Sharp

Nelly James

Netty Richardson

Norma 'The Doll' Laskey

Nyx Vanderhoff

Ollie Logan/Witch Doctor Logan

Pancake Spryert

Pam Eisen

Perry 'The Worm' Ticehurst

Princess Warren

Quiana Billings

Quincey Crabb

Reabetswe Okonjo

Reilly Jeppe

Ruby Ankney

Rufus Robby

Rupert English/Rupert Beauty

Sable Bow

Samantha Trapp

Samuel Perryman

Sasha Fedosov/Adorable Aleksander

Shayne Zaveri

Sheridan Lowe/Rosebud Lowe

Sloane Koskic

Sofie Tanner

Sommer Chauhan

Sparrow Martin

Stacey Jacobs/The Metal Mouth Maniac

Stephen Shabnur/Kitty Stephen

Sunny Cockerill

Sven Miller Garrett

Tabitha Valot/T Valentine

Teri Cullen

Ursula Benjamin

Verity Ahmed/Gremlin Ahmed

Victoria Wangdi/Princess Victoria Wang

Vivi Masters

Walter Cauley

Willis 'Turbo Fox' Judd

Xandria Cruz

Yaoting Duan

[junkyard-gifs]

... was it tumbletoria ...

... or tumbleteazer?

... or could you have sworn that it might have been both?

Tumblebrutus has two hands.

Joshua Donald as Tumblebrutus, Brittany Tooms-Peel as Rumpelteazer, and Sarah-Anne Mclaren as Victoria; Oasis cast 11, second half of May 2022 (X X).

[mostly-mundane-atla]

Avatar Characters as answers to the "Who started punk?" Question

Zuko: The Sex Pistols? Weren't they the first punk band?

Sokka: Well, the Stooges are considered the grandaddies of the punk scene, and Iggy Pop's vocal stylings were incredibly influential, but they don't consider themselves punk and were building off of influences from the Rolling Stones and the Doors, so who can really say?

Aang: CBGB's, because the genre needed a chance to be heard before it really got going, and the only rule there was you had to play original music. You know it originally stood for Country, Bluegrass, and Blues? How neat is that!

Katara: That's a pretty broad question, because like what genre? Punk pop is not hardcore punk and new wave is practically a different plannet from oi. Is grunge a part of this conversation? What about punk fashion and punk zines?

Mai: I dunno man, I'm more into goth and heavy metal.

Jet: it started in the US and Malcolm McLaren appropriated the aesthetics of broke musicians to help his girlfriend sell clothes

Toph: Avril Lavigne, specifically to piss off all the douchey gatekeepers

Haru: It was an entire movement, so pinning one person or band as the one who started it is kind of a moot point. The facts are as follows: Sid Vicious was only hired because he looked the part, the Clash brought punk into the mainstream, the Dead Boys were the nastiest, and the Dead Kennedys were the first punk band that mattered.

Teo: *sidetracked on an unprompted infodump on the life of Joey Ramone*

[ccohanlon]

my generation, part 3

There was a period between 1974 and 1979 — no more than four or five years at most — when it looked as if we might redeem ourselves. Punk rock is rarely identified with Baby Boomers these days, but it is the one enduring cultural legacy to which my generation can lay sole claim. From its raggedy-assed, New York originators — among them, Iggy Pop (born 1947), Patti Smith (born 1946), Richard Hell (born 1949), Johnny, Tommy, Joey and Dee Dee of The Ramones (born between 1948 and 1952), and The Dead Kennedys’ Jello Biafra (born 1958) — to the rawer, more politicised and subversive Londoners with whom the public most readily associates punk — among them, The Sex Pistols’ Johnny Rotten (born 1956) and Sid Vicious (born 1957), The Clash’s Joe Strummer (born 1952), The Banshees’ Siouxsie Sioux (born 1957) and The Damned’s Dave Vanian (born 1956) — and its one great Australian band, The Saints, the late G.G. Allin (born 1956) oh, and Nick Cave (born 1957), still the coolest Australian alive, its protagonists were all, without exception, Baby Boomers.

Punk was unarguably a social as well as a musical revolt, and its raw, self‐negating anger was directed not only at an older generation, but at the majority of its own, which had sold out any chance for genuine social and political change. It was no accident that punk first emerged during the mid-1970s, when the city of New York, under mayor Abe Beame, teetered on the edge of bankruptcy or that many of its most coherent and vehement songs, such as The Clash’s London Calling, were released in 1978 just before the infamous ‘winter of discontent’ under Prime Minister James Callaghan’s Labour government, during which the economy began to collapse under the weight of high unemployment, industrial unrest, and dysfunctional public services. The rising groundswell of Conservative sympathy (and self‐interest) would carry Margaret Thatcher into power the following spring.

Punk’s musical prejudices were many, but a constant in all of them was impatience with its own generation’s obsession with the surface of things. With its pared‐down, DIY approach to recording, total disdain for basic instrumental skills, and simplistic, buzz‐saw‐like songs that were never more than one tempo — fast — two minutes’ duration, three chords and four‐beats-to‐the‐bar, with titles like Too Drunk to Fuck, Blank Generation, White Riot, and Anarchy in the UK, punk slashed at the tie‐died remnants of hippie counterculture — by then, an already long-in-the-tooth Eric Clapton, the legendary guitarist and founder of the ’60s ‘supergroup’ Cream, was appearing in British beer ads — and directed its razor‐edged, amphetamine‐fuelled intensity toward the shimmering glitter of disco and the grandiose posturing of heavy metal rockers, whose stadium gigs were becoming as over‐produced and robotic as Hitler-Jügend rallies in the 1920s and ’30s.

Malcolm McLaren (born on January 22, 1946 — one of the very first Baby Boomers) was punk’s arch manipulator, its media‐savvy Svengali. The then‐partner of fashion designer Vivienne Westwood (who had yet to make her name and fortune as a couturier) and the co‐proprietor with her of a fetish and bondage clothing shop called SEX on London’s Kings Road, McLaren was the dandyish, amoral and rudely cunning (if not downright crooked) manager of Britain’s most infamous punk band, The Sex Pistols, fronted by Johnny Rotten (neé John Lydon) The band was a McLaren creation, inspired by both the disaffected, working‐class kids — prototypical punks — that hung out at SEX, and McLaren’s own encounters with the nascent New York punk scene during a visit there in 1974. The Sex Pistols lasted only a couple of years — releasing just one album, Never Mind the Bollocks, Here’s the Sex Pistols, before Johnny Rotten announced their break‐up during a shambolic American tour in 1978, and the band’s notorious bass player, Sid Vicious, killed his girlfriend in a drug‐addled haze at New York’s Chelsea Hotel the same year, over‐dosing on heroin a few months later at a party to celebrate his release on bail from the city’s Riker’s Island jail — but not before McLaren had demonstrated just how to execute what he would later call “the great rock’n’roll swindle”.

In 1976, McLaren showcased The Sex Pistols during punk’s first festival at the 100 Club on Oxford Street, London, and talked EMI into signing the band for what was said to be a half‐million pound advance — although this figure was probably just McLaren hype — and releasing its first single, Anarchy in the UK, at the end of November 1976. Less than a fortnight after the song hit the UK charts, the band members got into an on‐air slanging match with Bill Grundy, the host of Thames Television’s popular early evening program Today; guitarist Steve Jones called him a “fucking rotter”. It was the beginning of a run of bad press – “Punk? Call it Filthy Lucre” ran the front page headline of The Daily Express – and it was deliberately inflamed by McLaren. It scared EMI enough to terminate its contract with the band at the end of January 1977. Six weeks later, in a ceremony staged (probably by McLaren) outside the gates of Buckingham Palace, the Sex Pistols signed to Herb Alpert’s A&M Records. This time the deal didn’t last the day: at a party back at the record label’s offices, the band members sexually harassed secretaries, picked fights with executives and, in a lurid coup de grace, Sid Vicious trashed the managing director’s office and vomited on his desk. A&M publicly cut the band loose less than a week later.

It was left to one of the first of England’s Baby Boomer entrepreneurs, Richard Branson (born 1950) — who played in an altogether bigger league than McLaren when it came to both opportunism and shameless self‐promotion — to sign the band to Virgin Records for another large advance and the promise of total artistic control. In May 1977, The Sex Pistols released its second single, God Save the Queen. With the help of some well‐planned radio airplay and the usual sensationalist press, it reached number two on the UK charts during the same week as the country celebrated Queen Elizabeth’s Silver Jubilee. Later, one of the band‐members, Paul Cook, told a journalist: “It wasn’t written specifically for the Queen’s Jubilee. We weren’t aware of it at the time. It wasn’t a contrived effort to go out and shock everyone.” Maybe not, but Malcolm McLaren convinced the band to change the original title of the song, No Future.

McLaren recently recalled that he made money then “by doing the exact opposite of what most people would think would be correct. I acted the irresponsible, the ultimate, child and everything I did was what society hated.” His public posturing and game‐playing during punk’s last gob‐spit at ‘the system’ would have made Sir Guy Grand proud. Sadly, by the end of the ’70s, punk’s truculent nihilism had dissipated, and a corrosive process of co-option and homogenisation had begun. Within a decade, punk and all the other good things youth culture had encompassed over the previous quarter‐century — and would encompass, briefly, in the decade ahead, such as rave culture, graffiti art, gangsta rap and mash‐ups — would be reduced to an unidentifiable but easily consumable mush. Meanwhile, a faltering global realpolitik, resurgent squabbles in the Middle East, and economic and social disarray in the developed world (especially the United Kingdom) suggested a future more uncertain and dangerous than anything that George W. Bush would have us fear in the aftermath of 9/11. The brittle, pre‐Apocalyptic edginess of the early ’80s was reminiscent of the ’60s.

MTV was launched on American cable networks on August 1, 1981. The US Centre for Disease Control and Prevention had just recognised the first cases of AIDS, in five gay men in California. Of course, the two events were unrelated but it felt like the beginning and the end of youth culture.

With its all‐music‐video format modelled on Top 40 radio by former whizz‐kid Baby Boomers fresh out FM radio programming and advertising — the first video that MTV broadcast was The Buggles’ Video Killed the Radio Star — and its use of young, good‐looking ‘video jockeys’, or VJs, who appeared to have been genetically engineered to match a broad cross‐section of the racially diverse, financially disparate, youth demography found in densely populated American urban centres, even if the music it first featured was predominantly white, MTV appeared to dull rather than enliven the collective imagination, despite its popularity. The symbiosis it had with a music industry already absorbed into huge, multinational media conglomerates — MTV itself was itself the product of a joint venture between Warner Communications and American Express, the Warner‐Amex Satellite Entertainment Company, that morphed into MTV Networks Inc. just ahead of an IPO in 1984 — was obvious and a little creepy: apart from hourly entertainment news spots and studio interviews with music stars, MTV’s only content was music video clips produced by the major labels and provided to the new network free of charge (although it would not be long before the network would charge them to put a video into what was called ‘heavy rotation’). In other words, MTV was running ads for the record labels twenty‐four hours a day, seven days a week.

None of its growing audience gave a damn. “Too much is never enough” as one of MTV’s earliest promotional slogans put it. In keeping with the times, the new network was about as cynical as you could get.

“I think the relationship between authentic youth cultural happenings and youth culture consumption is indistinguishable,” Douglas Rushkoff, Professor of Media Culture at New York University, said in a recent interview. He might as well have simplified it to “culture and consumption”, because even by the ’80s the porous membrane between the two had already been breached — and not just among youth. Shopping was the primary cultural activity of most major cities in the developed world, and with more products competing across more programming choices — if not yet more media –—for the exponentially shorter attention of more consumers willing to spend more time and money on themselves than ever before, it was inevitable that marketers would have to look for other ways of ensuring, if not higher (or more conscious) awareness of their brands, then more constant visibility. We needed the brands to become ambient, ever‐present. “Turn it on, leave it on” – another MTV slogan.

It didn’t take genius to figure out that brands should behave like the media they used to distribute awareness of themselves. Nuances of meaning and emotional engagement could be different depending on how and where the brand insinuated itself into a consumer’s awareness: the medium was no longer just the message, as McLuhan had argued when, in 1967, he rewrote his most famous catchphrase, but rather the massage, the effect on our sensorium. Traditional advertising was, and still is, interruptive — it deliberately intersected the periods of attention we allotted to entertainment and information programming across what was, in the ’80s, a limited range of passive media — so the logical step was to create opportunities for brands, their product expressions and values to exist not only within the context of entertainment and information (still mainly as interruptive advertising), but also within the content.

Today, a high percentage of the multi‐million dollar marketing budgets (and sometimes the $100–200 million negative costs) of blockbuster feature films — usually the action‐driven franchises such as James Bond, Spiderman or X‐Men, the so‐called ‘tent‐pole pictures’ that prop up the intrinsically rickety balance sheets of Hollywood studios — are funded by product placement written into the scripts even before shooting begins. For example, Ford’s multi‐picture, multi‐brand relationship (including Aston Martin, Jaguar, and Range Rover) with the most recent series of Bond films starring Pierce Brosnan was said to have cost the ailing US car manufacturer over $US125 million; and in 2000, international courier Federal Express underwrote much of the production and marketing budgets of Cast Away, starring Tom Hanks as your average FedEx executive who is transformed into a modern Robinson Crusoe when the FedEx cargo plane on which he catches a ride crashes on a remote island in the Pacific.

Pop singers such as Mariah Carey, Beyoncé, Jay‐Z, Kanye West and Nelly supplement their already extraordinary earnings from record sales, music publishing and touring with millions more dollars just for ‘name checking’ brands in songs that will pervade, for a short while, the awareness of a huge number of young, impressionable consumers impatient to realise their potential. Agenda, a US youth marketing company, even tracks what brands are mentioned most in the songs on US music charts to create a Top 40 chart of its own, American Brandstand. (The current Gen Y pop stars have studied Boomer formulae for appropriation and hype, now so refined that anyone can use them. Rather than rejecting them, they have embraced these formulae with such enthusiasm that, for the first time since the ’30s, youth culture appears to be ‘aspirationally older’.)

In some cases, entirely new, purpose‐built content has been created as brand vehicles — not only TV programming, film and music but also sporting and cultural events. The array of high profile, sponsored literary prizes in the UK is an example. Another is the unregulated, post‐apocalyptic version of ‘the world game’, played inside a locked cage, that Nike invented to promote its involvement in the 2002 World Cup hosted by both Korea and Japan. Nike featured it in a couple of award‐winning TV ads starring some of soccer’s best‐known international players. Then the US company built a real‐ life arena — a playing field deconstructed as theme park and sci‐fi movie set — in a Tokyo warehouse, where Japanese youth, its target consumers, could play it as well.

All sides of the marketing/media/consumer equation are still dominated by Baby Boomers. We are the most powerful consumer segment in the global economy, with aggregate gross earnings in the United States alone of US4.1 trillion dollars a year (and with a projected global entertainment media spend of $US1.8 trillion a year by 2010). If we are no longer at the white‐hot core of the hyper‐mediated consumerism that passes for popular culture these days, our money — and the parasitic tenaciousness with which we have wormed our way into the imaginative ambitions of other generations, usually to their detriment, since the mid‐60s — enables us to exert influence everywhere.

Advertising strategists, demographic researchers and academics argue that both Generations X and Y are inured to Baby Boomer attempts to market to them on anything but their own terms. “Young people have grown up immersed in the language of advertising and public relations. They speak it like natives,” Douglas Rushkoff writes in his 2000 book Coercion: Why We Listen To What They Say.“As a result, they are more than aware when a commercial or billboard is targeting them. In conscious defiance of demographic‐based pandering, they adopt a stance of self‐protective irony — distancing themselves from the emotional ploys of the advertisers.”

To some extent, this ignores the depth of the Baby Boomers’ experience. Boomers were still young when passive, pre‐programmed mass media began a slow transformation of its hardware, formats and programming, and we not only participated in the early evolution of interactive media — through which individualised information, entertainment, transaction and communication could eventually be accessed any time, anywhere — we were among its inventors. Media are as much a natural element for Boomers as they are for younger generations. We have appropriated, co‐opted or ‘remixed’ the disparate perceptions, attitudes and trends of four generations of youth culture distributed — and preserved — by old and new media in order to commoditise them (while sterilising any inherent idealism): how do you think we came up with the amorphous hip‐ness of The Gap’s t‐shirts and cargo pants, or Starbucks’ Beatnik‐manqué coffee lounges?

Will the younger generations ever break the ageing Boomers’ suffocating headlock on popular culture? To some extent, they have already by sharing music, video, games and software online. Baby Boomer executives, lobbyists and lawyers decry file‐sharing because it deprives a work’s creator of both income and control, and because it threatens all businesses — not just those in entertainment or publishing — which derive revenue and power from the licensing of intellectual property (in other words, most of the world’s largest corporations). Our real dread is file‐sharing’s subversive simplicity. All it needs is mass for it to erase traditional concepts of ownership and value.

The revolution starts there.

Part three of three. First published as part of a single essay in Griffith Review, Australia, 2006.