#marko journals

[joyful-soul-collector]

I started making this video when the sun was in the middle of the sky, so I had good lighting

Finished editing this video when the sun had been down for a goooooood WHILE

obligatory photo of the spread under the cut

[slutforpringles]

Yeah, it was a strange one the way it played out. To be honest, the more I've spoken to some of the parties involved and the more has kind of emerged, the less clear it's got actually how it's been handled, which I'd like to say is unusual in Formula One. Maybe it's not because people don't always act in F1 with their true intentions upfront. But I think the way you described it as [Daniel] processing it in real time and learning it at the same time as us, I think it's pretty much how it happened. The key thing was that Ricciardo was aware that something was going on. He's not immune to speculation. He tries not to engage with it too much, but obviously either he or the people around him are feeding him the main things. He knew that there was a deadline approaching for a decision, which primarily he thought was all about 2025. The main thing that changed was going into the Singapore weekend, the speculation had intensified that it could be about right now, a change right now. But when they went into the Singapore weekend, I know there's been a few reports and claims and counter claims around this, Helmut Marko, for example, has said that Riccardo did know because Lawson had known for two weeks already. But I don't think that's true. Bear in mind, Marko has been saying at various points this year that it could be Ricciardo's last race … I was on the phone to someone close to Riccardo last week and he joked that 'we've been sacked since April, so this hasn't really come out of the blue', that's what they've been dealing with. But I think what happened was that Ricciardo took control of the narrative over the course of the Singapore weekend. As far as I can understand, the best I can make out, nobody told Riccardo explicitly, this is your last race, we will be replacing you after this. He knew that there was a very, very good chance, probably 99% chance he was losing his drive for Lawson for the following year. And then there started to be more and more noise about it being a change for now. But he had been told during the summer break that he was good for the rest of the season, basically. So I think he was reacting to the speculation. Nobody gave him an absolutely explicit, this is 100% done and we are going to confirm that Lawson's in and you're out. So Riccardo went into the Singapore weekend saying everything he said on the Thursday, which was, you know, I wouldn't bet my house on being here at the end of the year, but that's what I expect. As far as he was aware, it was all about 25, nothing else, blah, blah, blah. But then through the weekend, you saw that change. You know, he was kind of as you said, processing it, the speculation was more intense than ever. Some of the broadcast, like the Sky Sports F1 stuff was very much laying it on thick that they understood this was his last race, etc etc. And I think Riccardo just rolled with that and just went right, Red Bull aren't going to do anything here, they're not actually going to make this official. I need to act like this is my last race weekend because I think this is going to be my last race weekend. And if I don't do it, no one's going to do it for me, which is a really sad way for it to have played out, but it just speaks to how confusing this whole mess has been.

Scott Mitchell Malm discussing how Daniel's Singapore exit was handled by Red Bull and the subsequent false media narratives that have since emerged from various players involved.

via: The Ringer F1 Show

[lewisinho]

listening to horner speak is like listening to a politician…you know they’re blatantly lying but they are so shamelessly good at it that when you do hear the lie you’re always taken aback by the sheer audacity every time

[eirianerisdar]

You know what’s. Legitimately wild. About how close journalists are to F1 teams

You get clickbait articles that go like “A close friend to Daniel Ricciardo says that he hopes to return soon”

But you also get occasional articles that sound so buckwild and the source turns out to be HELMUT MARKO

And you’re faced with a situation where it’s like. The source is a primary source. But is the primary source sane?

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

It's been pretty consistent for nearly 20 years but red bull bts lineup is definitely getting shaked up one way or another this season...

[ef-1]

the Toto villain/unsympathetic idiot heel turn needs to be studied by scholars. It needs articles in peer reviewed journals. Who is the Toto of today? It's not the man who had the carefully crafted image of a competent and calculating leader who helmed Mercedes to the history books but IT SURE AS SHIT IS NOT THE MF WHO'D COMPARE HELMUT TO NIKI. NIKI LAUDA? TORGER YOU SAID HELMUT CAN REPLACE NIKI AND IS WELCOME AT MERCEDES? 3 TIME CHAMPION NIKI LAUDA? NIKI WHO RETURNED TO RACE 6 WEEKS AFTER BEING READ HIS LAST RITES BECAUSE DOCTORS WERE CONVINCED HE WOULD DIE? NIKI WHO PUT THE FEAR OF GOD IN F1? NIKI WHO WITHDREW FROM RACES IF HE FELT F1 WASNT TAKING DRIVER SAFETY SERIOUSLY?? TO HELMUT MARKO???? WHOS GREATEST HITS INCLUDE

racism

lying

lobbying for putting drivers in a covid camp and purposefully infecting them all

[badplayerana]

Current favorite cherik fics - pt3

part 1 | part 2

Its that time of the week again, we all cheer! Im not sure if I will be able to keep this as a weekly thing but as of now I still have a lot of fics Id like to rec. So lets get to it

A Wedding Planner Walks Into a Bar by 1sttimefeeling

When Raven hires Erik to be the bartender at her wedding, he becomes quickly infatuated with the wedding planner, Charles Xavier, who he thinks is her fiancé.

we might just be hollywood material, baby by ikeracity, midrashic (this is actually a series, both works in it are great)

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik co-starred on the explosively popular animated show Greenkeep, where they first earned their big breaks — and where they fell in love. Now, at a cast reunion a decade later, they've made careful, PR-vetted plans to reveal their relationship to the fans with minimal fuss.

Closer (to God) by dsrobertson (Mind the tags and warnings!!)

Se7en/The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo AU-ish. Political journalist and editor, Erik Lehnsherr, has just lost £150,000 in a libel case against businessman, Kurt Marko. Down on his luck and in need of money, Erik is approached by the Metropolitan Police’s Detective Inspector Charles Xavier. Well-known for his investigative journalism, Erik is asked to help in the search for a serial killer in return for £200,000 if the killer is caught. Wrapped up in murder, religion, and sex, Erik gets more than he bargained for.

Blood Runs Thicker by swordsandsadness (WIP but its currently being updated!)

He would never see him again. Never feel the familiar touch of his mind against his own. Never watch the determined lines across his face as he chose his next chess move. Never see the way his gaze would flicker from the chess pieces to him when he thought Charles wasn’t looking. Never again. Charles was going to die while Erik was halfway across the world. He wondered if Erik would feel it somehow. Was it selfish of him to hope that Erik would feel the loss all the way in Genosha? At least that way Erik would be linked with him in the end, despite the distance. He felt his pounding heartbeat begin to stagger, and he knew this must be it. Charles began to close his eyes as he heard the sound of someone running, and then the world was darkness and he knew no more. His last thought was of Erik, unknowingly going about his day in Genosha. Unaware that thousands of miles away, Charles was leaving him behind.

Hier steh ich an den Marken meiner Tage by MonstrousRegiment

Erik Lehnsherr is a spy in the SS, and his British liaison is strategist Charles Xavier. Their relationship from the moment they meet to a year after the end of the war.

[blamemma]

look. not to discourse. but. i'll go out on a whim here and say i'd bet my life savings that there was an embargo this weekend. an embargo isn't binary. an embargo can cover some things and not all things. it can cover a certain period of time. it was incredibly weird that daniel was not asked a singular question about a seat/liam this weekend considering the deadline. there was a reason for that. maybe, televised commentary were not allowed to ask him about it, but written journalism can hypothesise. maybe only certain people know and that's where the embargo lies. maybe helmut marko cleared the embargo when he detailed that we'll find out after singapore. but i'd confidently say some type of embargo was/is in place.

[mooniel]

Cherik hidden gems - part 2

It took me a while but here are some more nice fics with under 10k hits!

(part 1)

Closer (to God) by dsrobertson; 64k:

Political journalist and editor, Erik Lehnsherr, has just lost £150,000 in a libel case against businessman, Kurt Marko. Down on his luck and in need of money, Erik is approached by the Metropolitan Police’s Detective Inspector Charles Xavier. Well-known for his investigative journalism, Erik is asked to help in the search for a serial killer in return for £200,000 if the killer is caught.

Wrapped up in murder, religion, and sex, Erik gets more than he bargained for.

lucky, lucky you (i am fortune’s fool) by roachvibes; 17k:

Charles buys a houseplant to prove to his therapist that he can take care of something. Single father Erik sells them at the local farmer’s market every Saturday.

to put a world between us by populuxe; 25k:

Erik Lehnsherr is one of the hottest actors in Hollywood: fresh off an Academy Award nomination, he’s about to star in HBO’s most anticipated show of the year. And even though online chatter about his recent string of queer roles keeps getting louder, his personal life remains personal—just as it always has, and just as his manager and publicist continue to advise.

But when he winds up at the same wedding as his college best friend, Charles Xavier—and when they quickly fall into bed together���he’s forced to revisit the past he’s been trying to get away from for years. The pull between them has always been magnetic, but so has the weight of secrecy. Can they keep from repeating the same mistakes, or will the price of the truth be too high?

Stars Will Tumble From The Blue by Baamon5evr; 11k:

“Just one night, no fear, no shame, no blame or rage. Just serenity. Just us. Just one night to acknowledge that there is more here and then we go our separate ways and you go back to being angry and hating me.”

5 Times The Students Figured Something Out about their Professor (and one time they learned the full story) by ladanse; 14k:

Six months after Apocalypse, things are looking up. Magneto seems to be appearing more and more at the manor, and as the mutants adjust to their life at Westchester, they dig up long-concealed secrets that, honestly, Professor Charles Xavier would rather stay buried.

connecting the dots by joshriku; 7k:

 As students of both Professor Xavier and Professor Lehnsherr, the students notice they only know one thing for certain about Professor Lehnsherr: he's married. Nothing beyond that.

They take it upon themselves to find out more about him after that slip of information. Perhaps Professor Xavier knows more about his mysterious spouse?

we might just be hollywood material, baby by ikeracity, midrashic; 15k:

Ten years ago, Charles and Erik co-starred on the explosively popular animated show Greenkeep, where they first earned their big breaks — and where they fell in love. Now, at a cast reunion a decade later, they've made careful, PR-vetted plans to reveal their relationship to the fans with minimal fuss.

Of course — easier said than done.

The Wurst Case Scenario by sareyen; 12k:

If anyone asked why Charles, come rain, wind or shine, made the significant trek during his dismal lunch hour to dine at "Edie's Kosher Delicatessen", he would stubbornly say that it was because their pastrami on rye and potato knishes were absolutely to die for. He wasn't completely lying, because the deli's namesake, Edie Lehnsherr, made the best matzah ball soup Charles has ever had in his life. Still, Charles would rather shave his full head of hair off than admit that the real reason he would willingly walk through hail and fire to get to the corner deli was because of Erik, the insanely attractive man working the counter.

Sure, Erik has barely spoken two words to Charles other than "Hello, what can I get you?" or, after the third day in a row that Charles came to the deli, "Welcome back, what can I get you?", but Charles was more than happy to just ogle at the man from afar while devouring the juicy wurst Erik had put together with his (large and very capable) hands.

But, little does Charles know, Erik doesn't usually work the front counter. He only does it when he knows the cute blue-eyed man will be dining in.

just remember you are standing on a planet that’s evolving by populuxe; 17k:

 On some level, he knew he was doomed the moment Charles Xavier rolled into the first debate team meeting of the semester and gave them all a sunny grin.

Erik is so busy he barely has time for partying, let alone dating. But as he gets to know the newest member of the debate team—and as the political climate for mutants shifts significantly around them—everything starts to change.

[jinna-aka-ninja]

Calling of the Souls ~ Poly!LostBoys x Fem!Reader Part 3

AN: So this one is a little longer than the last two- I apologize. I know I just posted an update not long ago but I really couldn’t get this out of my head. Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Word Count: 2,313

Michael. Michael. Michael.

Y/N rewrote the name over and over again in a leather bound journal like some lovesick teenager.  Each time she did though, she scratched over it unhappily.

 It was embarrassing and yet she couldn’t help herself. Why did it feel like she was butchering his name with her handwriting? Since when did her handwriting look so terrible to her own eyes?

 Y/N was proud of her penmanship, except in this case. It was such a shame to see his name in such a terrible state.

 Y/N sighed as she set down the journal, glancing over to Tyr’s room. He was still in a deep sleep. From the moment he closed his eyes when they arrived, he had not awoken. This would have caused worry to spread through her had she really not expected it to happen. He was exhausted after using so much of his power.

 So far, she had not kept her promise to those four vampires. It had only been 2 other nights. In her defense though, she had spent those nights sleeping or checking in on Tyr. Still, she hadn’t fulfilled her promise….

 They were getting irritated.

 She promised.

 Little did she know those four boys had absolutely no patience at all.

   The very next day night they were on a hunt. Not the typical hunt that led in a bloody massacre, though they did do just that when they found a small group of young adults. It was convenient and they were hungry.

 David felt on edge but none more so than Paul who seemed to scan the crowds, gazing at every face in an attempt to find Y/N.

 Marko was worried. There were so many supernatural creatures that lived in Santa Carla, but the Oceanside, the shore, the boardwalk; this was their territory. Even so, what if Y/N lived off of their territory? What if a werewolf ripped out her heart for a meal? “We should have made specified plans!” Marko hissed.

 Dwayne sighed, he would have gone back to do that if he could, but it was too late. “She was uncomfortable. Chances are she would have found an excuse to not make them.”

 “Since when has someone being uncomfortable stopped us?” Paul scoffed. They had basically made it their favorite game in making people feel uncomfortable and on edge.

 “She is not a game.” David retorted. The other night when Dwayne asked her to promise, Marko and Paul wanted to protest. They had almost spoken up when David stopped them. She could not be scared away.

 He didn’t want to scare her, it felt wrong to make her feel like she was worried about her own safety. Their mate deserved to be happy, and it was their job to make sure that she felt safe with them.

 “What if she has a day job?” Dwayne brought up as the thought seeped into his mind. “Then she would have to sleep at night.” At least this had kept their minds from jumping to any conclusions that she had up and left the city.

  Y/N decided that tonight she would go out! She wanted to enjoy the night. As long as she stayed away from the boardwalk then she should be fine right? She hoped so.

 Making her way through the city she saw all sorts of interesting things. It was such a strange place with a variety of types of people, but it was nice. Window shopping was getting boring though. Her eyes dull as she looked at the items they had at display.

 “Hey! Y/N!” a voice called out from across the street, causing Y/N to turn her head. Her eyes seeming to light up as she spotted the curly haired brunette. Michael.

 Lifting her hand up, she waved at him. Smiling as he watched the cars pass until finally he could run across the street and up to her.

 “Nice jacket.” Y/N complimented. This seemed to be the right words to say.

 Michael lifted his arms to show off his new leather jacket. “Yeah I always wanted one, been working a few odd jobs until I could get my hands on one.” He admitted to her.

 “It suits you. So what brings you out and about? Headed to one of your odd jobs?” Y/N asked him hoping he had the night off.

 “Not tonight, I finally got my jacket so I can just have the two nights a week working so I can get gas money and some spending money.” Michael stated proudly. “I was hoping to run into you again… do you have any plans for the night? We can hang out. I’m new to town still but I’m sure we can find something to do. Have you been to the boardwalk?”

 “I would love to hang out with you… I went there once. The night we met.” Y/N said to him seeing how much he seemed to smile all the more brightly when she had agreed. She had been planning to avoid the place but if he was going to be at the boardwalk with her then maybe things would be okay.

 Michael held out his hand for her to take. “I can give you a ride on my bike?” He said but it still came out as more of a question. Y/N wasted no time in taking his hand. He still had that pull that drove her closer to him. Finally she got to meet her soulmate, she wasn’t going to let him go easily.

 The ride was thrilling. Y/N had never been on a bike before, but she was excited to have her arms wrapped around Michael, holding onto him tightly to not fall.  

 The sound of the music could be heard before they even got to the boardwalk. Michael helping her off before he got off and locking his bike to make sure it wouldn’t get stolen. This was no crime free city.

 Michael took a hold of Y/N’s hand and insisted that they go to the rides but on the way there a little booth of someone giving piercings caught Michael’s attention.

 “You want a piercing?” Y/N asked him not entirely sure why he would.

 “Don’t you think it would look cool?” Michael asked her but still glanced down at the earrings he could choose from.

 “It’s a rip off.” A feminine voice came up from behind them. Y/N turned to see a girl with curled brown hair leaning over to speak into Michael’s ear clearly trying to catch his attention. Y/N heard because of how close they had been. The girl just walked away after she said it.

 Y/N thought that since she was walking away, she and Michael would just continue on their way but feeling the warm hand slip from her own grip as Michael followed after Star had Y/N’s heart aching. Was she being ditched by her own soulmate?

 She could hear Michael say hi to her and the girl say something back to him as they walked but Y/N didn’t walk after them. She really was just ditched. They had gotten a bit away from them when Y/N looked down at her hand that had just been holding Michael’s. Was it possible that he didn’t feel the bond like she had? If he hadn’t then why would he have spoken to her again?

 Her hand didn’t stay empty for long though. A fingerless gloved hand took a hold of it making her look up in confusion. There stood Marko, giving her a closed lipped smile that looked just a notch below a grin.

 “Your hand looked awfully lonely!” he said to her, “You owe us a promise, since that asshole left, why not hang with us?” He asked.

 Y/N wanted to say no, her heart was aching harshly in her chest. It felt like her very happiness was being drained, but he looked so happy to see her again and something about that brought back some of her own happiness. “Sure, why not?” She responded as his smile grew, passing that notch as he grinned and led her over to the other guys who were on their bikes.

 “You found her!” Paul exclaimed, “We have been looking all over for you, princess. You’re a hard gal to find!”

 “Yeah, I’ve been taking care of a sick friend, I didn’t go out too much.” Y/N said to them, and honestly it wasn’t a complete lie. She really had been caring for Tyr.

 “We’re glad to see you again.” David said to her, “Thought you might have been ditching us. Glad to know that isn’t the case. Would have broken our hearts.” He had a smile, thought it was small, it somehow reached his eyes.

 Dwayne leaned down to listen to a young boy who was whispering into his ear, “Don’t worry Laddie, Y/N is a friend.” He assured the boy.

 “Your little brother?” Y/N asked smiling at the kid who seemed a tad bit shy.

 “You can say that.” Dwayne said to her flashing her a smile.

 “How about that ride now?” Paul asked Y/N growing giddy with excitement.

 Y/N wasn’t sure this was a good idea but they were welcoming so far. She had managed to put a protection charm on one of the necklaces she wore. It would ward away ill intent and since she was here and they had managed to approach her it must have been a good sign. “Sure, a ride sounds pretty damn good right now.”

 Marko insisted that she rode with him since he was the one to find her, Y/N thought it was cute and she decided why not? She got on the back of his bike, arms wrapped around his waist. Laddie got on the back of Dwayne’s bike with his help.

 Something must have caught their attention because they moved nothing more than a few yards out when they stopped and David spoke up and Y/N realized who was close by. “Where you going Star?

 “For a ride.” She said to him, though her face looked like she didn’t want to be near the guys Y/N was with now. “This is Michael.”

 Michael glanced at Y/N confused and turning to look back like he had thought she was still behind him. What the hell did he think was going to happen? She was going to follow after them and go on a ride with them? Three people on one bike? She looked away from him, leaning her head against Marko’s back, unable to see the  grin on his lips at the feeling.

 “Star.” David repeated again as Michael tried to get Star to get her on his bike. Star paused in her steps. Like she was caught between two of the hardest choices of her life. Y/N wished she could understand the feeling. With a pointed look to Star, David managed to get her to come to him. Smirking as she got on the back of his bike.

 Paul laughed as his hand smacked the handlebar of his bike, Marko tried not to join him. Though his attempts to not were betrayed by the amusement in his eyes.

 “You know where Hudson’s Bluff is?” David asked Michael.

 “I can’t beat your bike,” Michael said knowing that a race would not end in his favor.

 “You don’t have to beat me Michael,  you just have to try to keep up.” David said, revving the engine of his bike and soon they went off, down the boardwalk and down the stairs onto the sandy beach. A cloud of sand throwing up into air behind them.

 The laughter filled the night as they drove. Going under the pier and through the dark woods. Y/N held on tight to Marko as they went. It seemed like it had just been getting darker and darker though as they went. Michael and David neck and neck against each other.

 Michael was still trying to race.

 Next thing she knew, Michael’s bike skidded down and the rest of the guys stopped behind them, David on the very edge of the cliff. Y/N got off the back of Marko quickly. Dwayne handing Y/N Laddie to hold onto while the guys ran up to hold Michael back from trying to fight David while Star screamed.

 “What the hell are you doing?” Michael demanded the platinum blonde as he punched him before the guys got a chance to grab him. “Just you! Come on! Just you!” His voice came down to a whisper repeating, “Come on. Just you.”

 Y/N was surprised that David just looked back at Michael, a smile on his face. Y/N could feel her own heart hammering hard in her chest as she held Laddie closer to her. Did her soulmate really just nearly go flying off the cliff’s edge? It took all her self-restraint to not break.

 She couldn’t go through that again. Even if he did ditch her, she wasn’t sure she could lose Michael, even if he never loved her.

 “How far are you willing to go Michael?” David asked him, Michael looking confused by his smile and yet he seemed interested.

 “Farther than you know.” Michael answered him, trying to level his breathing, and likely calm his rapidly beating heart.

 Marko made his way back over to Y/N along with Dwayne who thanked her for taking care of Laddie. “You okay, Y/N? You know I wouldn’t put your life in danger right?” Marko asked her placing his hand on her chin, making her look into his eyes.

 Y/N’s heart had almost been calm but looking into Marko’s eyes instantly had it beating quickly again. His eyes shined and his smile grew almost like he knew her reaction. “I’m okay.” She responded, nodding her head feeling confused, did she really just have a pull with Marko? That couldn’t have been possible… her soulmate was Michael, right?

[brujahinaskirt]

For the longest time, I couldn't figure out a pattern behind the strangers Arthur is drawn to -- the ones he likes, approves of, and generally enjoys. He seems to gravitate to wildly different types of people: dandy city boys and rugged mountaineers, perky showgirls and abrasive weirdos, gentle souls and circus "freaks," friendly socialites and social outcasts. At first glance, it appears he's simply drawn to people who are unlike him, perhaps out of a sense of curiosity. But I think it's a little more complex than that...

I think Arthur is drawn to people who flamboyantly and courageously defy the expectations placed upon them by their communities, parents, and social circles, whatever those circles may be.

[meta essay, mild side-quest spoilers below...]

While Arthur (being naturally artistic himself) definitely appreciates artists of every field, and while he definitely has a soft spot for young lovers (projection much…), that's only the tip of the iceberg.

Just look at the shortlist! Albert Mason, the hapless urbane gentleman who decided to strike out and chase his passion for wildlife even if it cost him his life and career. Penelope Braithwaite, the young suffragette who loathed tradition and the bumbling pretty-boy son of her wealthy family's arch-nemesis. Charles Châtenay, a gender-bending social troll of an artist who gleefully infuriates prudes and puritans everywhere he goes. Sally Nash, the perky aspiring "second-best woman lion-tamer" in the world. Acrisius and Proetus, the feuding academician brothers who eagerly partake in increasingly ridiculous tests of idiot daring. Charlotte Balfour, a rich big-city widow who eschews her former high-life to live simply with nothing but a rifle she doesn't know how to use. Algernon Wasp, the hapless dandy obsessed with eccentricities and craftswork few people appreciate (but who apparently makes excellent tea). Jaime Gillis, the aimless kid who knows nothing about himself except that he likes apples and can't bear to live the life his father wants for him. Hamish Sinclair, the one-legged veteran who rides, hunts, and remains self-sufficient despite the difficulty of rough-living with his amputation. Marko Dragic, the frankly unpleasant epitome of shunned mad scientist. Miss Marjorie and her "sons," who fight tooth and nail but somehow find a way to love each other in the face of civilization's rejection, a mirror image of Arthur's own outcast family.

Arthur doesn't just begrudgingly help these particular strangers; for the most part, he really likes these people, writes about and draws them favorably in his journal. Admires them, in a way, as foolish and imperiled as they often are.

While it seems the people he likes have little in common with each other, and often little in common with Arthur, they've all boldly done something Arthur himself is trying to find the courage to one day do...

They don't behave. As big and bad as Arthur is in the world at large, within the confines of his own community, he's extremely well-behaved. He does what's asked of him and plays the role of the big baddie gang lieutenant, which is what his elders tell him to be, even when it's in direct conflict with his wishes and (if honorable) his morals and perhaps even his "natural" personality.

tl;dr: Arthur likes defiers of all kinds, because they prove that defiance can be done. Not just simple defiance of laws, but a deeper, more complete defiance. Defiance of the expectations of family, of the roles dictated to you by those close to you, of responsibility heaped upon you without consent -- and yes, even of Dutch.

[slutforpringles]

And I think he [Daniel] believed, and I think this was reiterated in conversations I understand he had with Red Bull chiefs, that if he finished on the podium in Singapore, if he won the Singapore Grand Prix, that seat's still his. They surely couldn't have got rid of him if he had been on the podium. And if he won the race, I think I was told by someone he asked them [Red Bull], what if I win Singapore, then someone joked you'd be in the Red Bull car replacing Sergio.

Jonathan Noble speaking on the James Allen on F1 podcast

Jonathan Noble's recounting of the events surrounding Red Bull unceremoniously and unexpectedly dropping Daniel in Singapore has been some of the most obvious Red Bull sponsored journalism on the topic. BUT if there is even a grain of truth to this, then it just reiterates how absolutely ridiculous and out of line with reality Red Bull's expectations of Daniel were for him to show he 'deserved' the RBR seat while driving a shitbox AT/VCarb. Getting either a podium or a win in this year's VCarb is so out of this world ridiculous it is laughable - in the same way that Helmet Marko remarking that only Daniel's results in Mexico (P4, P7) and the Miami sprint (P4) (the team's highest of each season, respectively) were the only 'acceptable' results that demonstrated performance warranting a promotion. HE'S DRIVING A M*THERFUCKING VCARB YOU CORPSE.

[chussyracing]

what has been happening in the world of motorsports lately?

Charles' race engineer Xavi Marcos will be replaced by Bryan Bozzi from Imola onwards while Xavi moves to a different project within the team

Ollie Bearman will be completing junior FP1 session for Haas in Imola

Ferrari tested new anti-spray wheel covers during their filming day in Fiorano (they look horrendous) - as well as the new upgrade package they will introduce in Imola

besides them, also RBR and Mercedes are bringing upgrades - Mercedes will introduce them over the next 4 races, Oscar will get full package Lando got in Miami and Sauber are set to introduce the upgrades to help with their bad pitstops

Pierre will have a special Senna tribute helmet in Imola

Jamie Chadwick scored her first podium in Indy NXT

Miami GP donated over 40 thousand portions of food that was left over from the race weekend through Food Rescue US

Marc Priestly says multiple Red Bull workers are considering departure from the team after Adrian Newey left (if you don't know him, he is maybe the most well known former mechanic)

Helmut Marko said that the rumours about Daniel getting replaced by Liam Lawson were started by Liam’s management and that’s why it was reported by a New Zealand journal first

Red Bull will present RB17 hypercar that Adrian Newey developer at Goodwood

George has a film??? Made with UBS (but it is actually a short video on social media?)

McLaren has new merch line for Monaco which is inspired by the (good) old times

German media are saying that Audi already took over Sauber and both current drivers would be out of the team

Abbi Pulling became the first woman to win British F4 race <3

the f1 Brad Pitt movie’s budget is already over 300 m AMERICAN DOLLARS

Joe Saward thinks that Alpine might be the destination for Carlos Sainz starting from next year because neither Mercedes nor Red Bull want to commit to him and rather prefer to wait and see how people shift across the teams first and since Carlos Sainz sr worked with Bruno Famin for Peugeot in Dakar, he has some links to it

speaking of, Carlos Sainz sr has been confirmed as Ford’s driver for Dakar 2025

multiple drivers or former drivers (Charles, Lando, Oscar, Zak Brown, Mark Webber, Ollie Bearman, Arthur Leclerc and even Adrian Newey) went to see Grand Prix de Monaco Historique this weekend (also just for fun: Zak Brown drove Williams FW07B

after Guenther Steiner sued Haas, Haas took a look at Surviving to Drive and they are suing him for unauthorized use of their trademark :))

Loic Serra and Jerome d’Ambrosio will start officially working for Ferrari from October

MotosportWeek spoke to Alex about his future and he refused to confirm he will drive for Williams next season (despite having a contract through 2025) and James Vowles didn’t want to comment on potentially letting him go sooner with an exit clause either

there are more rumours about Chicago GP, this time of it potentially being signed already from 2026 onwards

it’s been confirmed that the HP (ew) deal is worth 100m dollars a year with additional benefits and all technique equipment from the company (laptops, computers, printers, 3D printers etc) to Maranello

Ford confirmed their targets for 2026 RBR power unit are being met, the rumours about them being behind in the development are nonsense and they obviously don’t know where others stand with their engines

Helmut Marko said that if he was in Newey’s position he would choose red (or something like that I am paraphrasing oe24.at)

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wait, i'm totally out of the loop. what is the gossip? (if you don't want to post it publicly I can message you privately too)

well according to the new zealand herald, which i'm sure is a completely neutral publication when it comes to news and speculation about kiwi athletes, helmut marko has given ricciardo an ultimatum that if he doesn't perform in the next two (2) races he will be replaced by liam lawson for the rest of the season. now obviously ric has not been performing spectacularly this year so far (with that said, although yuki has outqualified him 3-0 so far australia is, importantly, the first race where he has actually finished several positions below yuki; even without the team orders bullshit in bahrain they'd likely only have been 1-2 positions apart at the end), and red bull are no strangers to a mid season driver swap, but also

1) delivering this ultimatum 3 races in to be executed by race 6 would be extremely early even by red bull's standards, and especially when it comes to booting a longstanding red bull darling who is also one of the sport's main marketing forces at a time when the red bull industrial complex frankly needs all the positive PR spin it can get

2) the nz herald is not usually regarded as a notable source for f1 gossip, and is obviously not going to be a neutral source when it comes to making a kiwi driver look really good and in high demand (esp if they get to slander an aussie at the same time lol) - why would they be the ones to hear about & report on this speculation first when they are not really any kind of prominent voice in f1 journalism?

anyway it's mostly people on twitter moreso than tumblr getting overexcited about this but it does tickle me how like, genuinely every other week people forget how to look out for reputable sources of news and speculation when it comes to f1 drama

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Time After Time - Chapter Two

A/N: Talk about eating disorders in this chapter. Please don't read if you don't like.

It felt like my heart was breaking as I sat in the car with my father. All of my belongings were packed into the back of the station wagon. Dad had practically drug me out of the house, tossing me into the car. I stared out of the passenger window, tears rolling down my cheeks. 

I couldn’t believe that my father would be this petty. I watched as we passed everything that had become familiar in the past four and a half months. Santa Carla felt more like home than Phoenix ever had. 

Dad drove past the entrance to the Boardwalk - the silhouette of the carousel and Ferris wheel visible in the daylight. I watched as we passed the restaurant that the guys had taken me to - the magic of that night still tangible. As the car drove past Hudson’s Bluff, my heart completely shattered. 

The guys were sleeping in their cave, at least I assumed, and I wouldn’t get a last chance to say goodbye. Nausea built in my stomach, any hunger pains deep within my stomach disappeared. I had to hold out - I would be back in Santa Carla for Christmas. Only fifty odd days to wait. 

At first, I sent letters weekly to everyone - Mom, Grandpa, Sam, David, Paul, Marko, and Dwayne. But as time went on, I grew weaker and weaker. Eventually, the letters stopped, though I kept a journal, never failing to write in it daily. 

I was supposed to return to Santa Carla on December 20th, 1986, to celebrate Christmas with everyone. But by this point, Dad had me in a hospital, being fed through a feeding tube. Dad never told Mom about my downward spiral; therefore, on Christmas Eve, Mom arrived in Phoenix worried that I wasn't in Santa Carla. 

What Mom found broke her heart. She saw me sitting in a hospital bed, a nasogastric tube taped to my cheek, pumping my frail body full of nutrients. I heard her shouting at my Dad in the hallway; as she walked through the door, she turned, eyes full of fire. 

"I should have never allowed you to take her!" Mom spit. "She was up to 102 pounds when she left Santa Carla! Aria was getting better! Look what you've done to my daughter!"

"You were letting her cavort with bikers!" Dad argued, red-faced, while I sat in bed, tears streaming down my face. 

"Does it matter? As long as our daughter is getting better?" Mom retorted. "I met those "bikers." They are nice guys and never treated her like Justin!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dad spat, not liking that Mom disparaged the guy Dad liked. 

"You failed to see the way Justin treated her!" Mom snapped back. "She'd come home covered in bruises, cowering from loud noises. I knew what he was doing; you chose to ignore it!"

"Justin treated her nice!" Dad argued though he knew Mom was right. He'd seen me come home with bruises on my face and arms and Justin screaming at me, but he'd claim it was my fault. "If he yelled at her, that was her fault!"

"I'm going to the attorney tonight," Mom said, voice low. She slammed the door to my room, and I jumped. "I'm sorry, honey. Are you alright?"

"Fine," I whispered, voice hoarse from not speaking for so long. She sighed, running a hand through her short hair. 

"I'm going to call Max, okay?" Mom said, her voice soft as she called her boyfriend from the hospital phone. I couldn't pay attention to what she said, but after a few moments, Mom handed me the receiver. I looked at her in question, my fingers shaking from the weight of the phone. "Your guys want to talk, right?"

"Aria?" I heard a frantic voice as soon as I lifted it to my head. Hearing Marko's voice eased some of the pain in my heart. "Are you there?"

"'M here," I whispered, feeling as if my throat were full of shards of glass and gravel. 

"Are you alright?" Dwayne's liquid velvet voice asked. I realized the four of them were there, each one anxious to speak with me. 

"Uh-huh," I murmured, eyes drooping. "Love you."

"I love you too, kitten." Oohh, that's nice, I thought, a smile on my face at David's familiar pet name. His voice sounded thicker than usual and deeper, too. I wondered if he was smoking too much while I was gone. 

"Baby!" Paul's voice joined the others on the phone. "I miss you!"

"Miss you," I whispered, feeling whatever energy I had drained out of me at the sudden longing and sharper pain in my heart. I gasped, hand moving to clutch at my heart as my mother screamed. 

"What's happening?" I heard the four of them demand, but I blacked out, the pain too much to handle. 

The next time I woke up, my mom had gathered all my stuff from the hospital room. She was humming to herself as she folded the clothing in the drawers. I watched her, feeling terrible like always. My heart kept skipping beats, and I was having a hard time as my entire body ached. 

"Honey!" Mom's jubilant voice greeted me. She came to my bedside, holding my hand. "You are coming back with me."

"It's allowed?" I whispered, fearful that Dad would pop up anytime and force me to stay. He knew staying here was killing me, but he wanted to control the situation. 

"The Judge has granted me emergency custody," Mom beamed, looking pleased. "There will be a hearing in February, but you are coming to Santa Carla."

"Even though I'm sick?" I questioned, and she nodded, her smile dimming. 

"You must remain on the nasogastric tube for a few weeks. But if you show improvement, they will remove it at the local hospital," Mom grinned. "There is no need for a nurse as I can change it."

"Thanks, Mom," I whispered, leaning my head onto her shoulder. She rubbed my thin shoulders momentarily, tears falling on my head. 

"I love you," Mom whispered before she stopped crying. "Alright! Let's get this show on the road to Santa Carla."

Mom drove all day and into the night to reach Santa Carla. We had to make a few bathroom stops and add a nutrient bag. Finally, we reached Santa Carla. The lights of the Boardwalk were bright like usual, and the faint echoes of carnival music were loud over the crashing of the waves. I smiled, the pain in my heart lessening as I realized I was home. 

When Mom pulled the car into Grandpa's driveway, I saw it was decorated with Christmas lights. I let out a weak chuckle as even the wood-carved animals were covered in Christmas lights. I didn't even get to open the car door when it was opened, and a platinum blonde head was peering into the car. 

"David!" I gasped, wrapping my thin arms around his shoulders. I breathed in David's scent, enjoying this moment. As I pressed my body close to his, I could feel those tingles bubbling up underneath my skin. I also felt the aches and pains in my body start to lessen. 

"Kitten," David's voice sounded sad as he pulled away, looking down at my skeletal form. He had never thought I could look worse than this August, but the human body never ceased to amaze. His gloved fingers gently touched the tube taped to my cheek, ensuring my body had the proper nutrients. He had never felt guiltier in his undead existence, knowing their bond was the reason for this downward spiral. 

"Move!" Paul demanded, pushing David out of the way. The other three were very anxious to see their mate, and David was hogging the doorway. "Baby!" Paul was gentle with his hug, feeling like I would break with rough handling. 

"Paulie!" I whispered, starting to feel tired but feeling better. Whole, if that was possible. "Missed you guys."

"Guys, can we take this inside the house?" Mom interjected, looking amused. They all agreed, but Marko snatched me from the car. I let out a peal of laughter, the first in a long while. 

Chapter Three