#p2 reference spotted!!!

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Futaba’s a Featherman fan!!! Omg they kept Featherman from Persona 2 I’m so happy right now

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this graph is possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever made in my life and I want to explain what's going on so bad but I can't be arsed PLEASE just have it data nerds 👐 stats based on the reblogs of the 2025 grid biasorder (only the first 50 because there's a limit to even my insanity)

[sturnioloszn]

ICE BOUND (1) - M.S

summary; you accompany your father to his coaching session when your eyes land on his star player and captain, matt sturniolo.

warnings; smut, oral (blowjob), throat-fucking, praising, begging, dirty talk, pet names (just pretty girl lmao), think that's it?

a/n; it was a veryy close poll, but ice hockey matt won by the slightest. also, my next post will be about a taglist, and if you want to be part of it, more info will be there!

P2, P3

It was mid-december, and thick snow covered the ground. The icy winds still managed to bring me goosebumps even when I was wrapped in a large jacket, gloves, a beanie, and a scarf. The snow beneath my worn down shoes crunched with each step I took, and small snow flakes landed on the exposed areas of my face.

"Thanks for coming, y/n," my dad speaks from next to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. We were currently walking through the parking lot to reach the entrance of the local ice rink. I offered to watch one of my dad's practice sessions. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday, he was down to this rink training his team of players, readying them for the tournament that was quickly arriving.

"Of course," I say, flashing a small smile. We finally enter the building, a surge of hot air hitting us. I instantly start taking my layers off, discarding them in one of the lockers. I was now much more comfortable in my baggy jumper and jeans.

I made my way to the rink, claiming my spot on one of the back row benches. Not many people came to the practice sessions, usually a parent or some friends, but that was it.

After a few moments, I saw a group of boys alongside my dad walk out of the locker room and onto the ice. My dad forced them to do three laps around the rink to warm up and then the practice actually began.

I watched them intensely, swinging their sticks and making the puck fly from one end of the rink to the other. I knew the basic rules due to the fact that my dad was literally an ice hockey coach, and I grew up around the sport.

After half an hour or so of this, I noticed one of the guys had a 'C' on his jumper. C? Captain? I never knew my dad allocated a captain already. Usually, he likes to mention random stuff like that, but I don't remember him ever talking about this.

Brown strands of hair peaked out through his helmet, and he proudly wore the number 4 and the surname 'Sturniolo' on his back. I don't even recall seeing him on the team at all. I guess the last game I came to see was about a year ago. Still though, kid managed to place captain in less than a year. He must be an ice hockey prodigy or some shit.

My focus remains on him the rest of the time. He glided smoothly on the ice, and his passes were clean. It was clear to see why he was captain. He must have felt me burning holes into the back of his head, and his eyes met mine. I instantly move to look at my shoes. Shit. That's embarrassing.

After almost two hours of practice, they begin to wrap up, and they all head towards the locker room. The last off the ice was the one and only prodigy himself. I walk down the benches as he skates off the ice and takes off his helmet, giving me a clearer view of his face. I go sit next to him on the bench as he's undoing his skates.

"That was a good game," I initiated the conversation, looking down at his red hands fiddling with the laces.

"Thanks, you watch often?" He asks, turning his head to look at me.

"Um, not really, but I know a thing or two," I say, giving a sly smile. He chuckles before looking back to his skates.

"Yeah? Who y'here for?" He asks again, probably referring to one of his teammates. He must think I'm either one of their girlfriends or one of their sisters. Well, I'm neither.

"Your coach," I reply. My answer makes his head snap to look at me; there's a look of shock played on his face. "I'm his daughter," I clarify, smiling once again.

"Oh. I was worried for a second," he breathes out. I tilt my head to look at him.

"Why would you be worried?" I question. He finally pulls his skates off his feet and replaces them with a beat-up pair of air force 1s. Sitting so close to him gives me the opportunity to really look at his face. He has a strong jawline, with defined cheekbones and a beautiful side profile. His hair was a similar shade to mine, and it was parted down the middle. But his most shocking feature was his icy blue eyes; from far away, they looked brown, but up close, they were a beautiful light, frost blue.

"Because a pretty girl like you can do much better than a man like him," he admits, turning to place his attention fully on me. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks, and I'm sure it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"That's still my dad, watch your mouth," I say, swallowing down my butterflies. He raises his eyebrows and puts his hand up surrendering.

"You know I meant age, you can do better, age wise," he explains.

"Alright then, how old are you?" I ask boldly.

I can tell my question caught him off guard, but nevertheless, he answers, "I'm 19, you?". I tell him I'm the same age, and he just nods. I don't like his silence. It felt wrong. Hearing his voice felt... right? I quickly think of something else to ask to keep the conversation going.

"So... you haven't been here long, have you?". I'm pulling at straws, but it doesn't matter. He explains that he recently moved to Boston with his family and that he needed to find a new team to join so that he could keep up ice skating, so here he was.

I then asked him about being captain and how the hell he managed to claim that title so quickly. He said something about leadership and blah blah blah. To be completely honest, I wasn't listening; I was too busy drowning in his eyes to hear anything that was coming out of his pretty lips. His lips. They were the perfect shade of pink, and they looked so soft and plump. Fuck. He looked so kissable.

I took another look at his face, a dusty pink had settled onto his cheeks, and the beads of sweat that were previously on his forehead had dried down. Every now and again, he'd also rake his hand into his scruffy hair, trying to adjust it, and every time he did do that, I'd nearly melt. He looks edible.

"Are y'even listening?" He asks, narrowing his eyes. I'm slapped back into reality when I realised that I was, in fact, not listening.

"Um..totally...?" I reply. I didn't even convince myself, let alone him.

"What're you thinkin' about?" He asks. He doesn't even care that I wasn't listening. He cares more about what was occupying my mind instead of being pissed about what was coming out of his mouth.

That's a rare trait that many hockey players do not have. Self-awareness. That the world doesn't spin around them. But little did he know that it did spin around him because even though I wasn't paying attention to him speaking, I was only focused on him.

"..nothing," I answer, moving my eyes to the floor, unable to keep eye contact with him.

"Right... well, it was fun talking, but I gotta shower," he says, standing from the bench and looking down at me. No. I didn't want him to leave, but at the same time, the thought of hot water streaming down his soapy body was doing things to me. I feel my underwear dampen at the thought, I push my legs together, and his eyes skip down to my thighs.

He smirks before speaking again, "you know where to find me if you need," and with that, he made his way to the showers.

I went to find my dad, who was wrapping himself back up in his coat, to fight the weather. I tell him that I might actually go for a skate and that I'll make my way home soon. But in reality, I was going to go hunt down his best player.

I waved my dad goodbye and checked around the rest of the building for the rest of the team, but it seemed that they had already left. This is perfect.

I pushed the door to the showers open, and there's a running one. I slowly approach it until I'm standing behind the curtain. Holy shit. The only thing between me and his naked body was a sheet of fabric. What would happen if-

"Were you planning to just stand there quietly, or were you going to say something?" He speaks. My face instantly blushes, how the fuck did he know I'm standing here?

The water abruptly stops, and a few seconds later, the curtain is drawn back. To my disappointment, there was a white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist. However, a pretty noticeable outline was pressed into the towel.

He spots me quite obviously staring at his groin. "Something you want?" He asks, grabbing another smaller towel and rubbing it onto his hair, drying it slightly.

At this point, my pussy is throbbing. Every word that comes out of his mouth adds another layer of wetness to my panties.

I nodded at his question before lowering myself to my knees. Now, this he didn't anticipate. I cringe at the feeling of the wet patches on my jean-covered knees.

A smirk grows on his lips, "you wouldn't be able to handle it,". Pfft, I'm yet to meet a man whose dick is bigger than their ego.

"Try me," I challenge. He gives me the nod of approval, and I tug the towel off his hips, letting it fall to the ground.

Well. I guess I've met the man whose dick is bigger than his ego now. Let's just say he has a very, very big ego.

I'm taken by surprise when his cock slings free and hits his stomach. I look up at him, and there's hints of desperation plotted on his face.

"How bad do you want me to suck it?" I speak sultry, placing my hands on his thighs, not giving him the relief he craves.

"So fucking bad," he admits, allowing his right hand to move to the back of my head, inching my face towards his tip. I then grab the base of his dick, pumping it painfully slow, watching beads of pre-cum build on his tip.

I stick my tongue out ever so slightly and go to lick up the salty beads that have accumulated. While I'm there, I place a few soft kisses on his swollen tip. By now, his head is thrown back, and his hand is tangled in my hair.

"Shit," he breathed out. I looked back up at him, and his eyes were shut and eyebrows furrowed. He looked so beautiful. I bring my mouth closer and barely take him in my mouth, sucking lightly.

I then ease more and more of himself into my mouth until my nose is almost pressed up against his pubic bone. I low groan escapes his lip. I then pull him out completely, and he shudders at the loss of contact.

"Please, just make me feel good," he pleads. God, could this man get any sexier?? I instantly comply and take him into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks. I move my head back and forth, engulfing his cock. He fills my mouth perfectly.

I then bring the hand that's not resting on his thigh to his balls. I slightly toy and massage them, and the sound that left his lips was heavenly. I take him out of my mouth again and move lower to suck on his balls. He's lost all sense of composure at this stage.

"I n-need to cum... please, please, please," he moans while I move back to his cock. This time, I wrap my lips around him and take a hand to stroke him simultaneously. He bucks his hips forward, forcing me to take most of his length down my throat. It's not long until I feel his legs becoming weak and his moans grow in volume.

He places both his hands on either side of my head, "keep still and let me fuck your perfect throat," he grunts out, and I let him do just that. His tip hit the back of my throat over and over, making me gag on his cock, but this just encouraged him to keep going.

"F-fuck, you're doi-fuckkkk, doing so so g-good for me," he stutters. I can tell he's on the edge of euphoria and I moan around his cock to help him reach satisfaction. I feel his warm, bitter cum shoot down my throat. His hips are slowing down, and he lets go of the side of my head. I swallow his cum completely, sticking my tongue out to show him.

"You're amazing," he huffs out, helping me up from my knees.

"I know, I am pretty great," I grin. I then look down and notice the uncomfortable wet patches on my knees. He notices my discomfort and offers his spare pair of sweatpants, and I don't decline.

Once we're both dry and changed, he offers me a ride home, acknowledging the fact that everyone had already left a very long time ago. The ride home is enjoyable and not awkward at all, which was unexpected. I then realise that we did all of that but I don't even know his name, and I never told him mine.

"What's your name?" I ask, turning to look at him. He was focused on the road.

"Matt. What's your name, pretty girl?" He asks. I blush at the nickname, before responding.

"Y/n, but I prefer pretty girl," I smile. He turns his head to look at me with the same smile played on his lips.

a/n; next post is gonna be regarding a taglist, so make sure to keep updated if you want to be added to that. anywayy, thank you for reading this oneshot, love you all 💙

[ilovewomenfr]

you are such a nerd! p2

click before reading

part 1

sub!ellie x dom!reader

men dni, NSFW!

cw: praise kink, strap-on (e!receiving), oral (e!receiving), scissoring, degradation kink, spanking (e!receiving), petnames (babe, baby), use of y/n, ellie’s a brat, strap referred to as cock, porn with basically no plot.

a/n: here’s part 2. wrote most of it at 2am so apologies if its in-cohesive bc i didnt proofread. hope you enjoy part 2!! xx.

“why don’t we go to the bedroom?” you suggest. to that, ellie smiles, “sounds good to me babe. and you better use the purple strap on me, it’s my favourite.”

“are you giving me an attitude els?” you ask as you drag her up to the bedroom, “no…”

“sounds like you are. try again.”

“please use the purple strap on me?” she asks, batting her eyelashes jokingly.

“you’re a weirdo” you giggle, kissing her cheek. “is that a yes?”

you pretend to think, but you know you love watching her fall apart while you fuck her, “it’s a yes.”

ellie smiles at you and picks up the pace to your room. “excited are we?”

“yes. obviously. aaaand i would love it if you were also naked. its not fair that it’s only me.” she blushes and tugs at the hem of your shirt, you allow her to pull it off. her fingers brushing against your bare skin causing goosebumps to form along your body. ellie throws the shirt onto the stairs and her smile widens, her tongue wetting her lower lip as she sees your bare chest. ellie’s cheeks turn slightly red.

“blushing?” you tease, and ellie gives you a look, and shuts you up with a kiss. the pads of her fingers graze your lower back as she delves her tongue into your mouth, drawing a moan from you once her hands slip down your shorts to squeeze your ass. one of your hands reaches up to brush your thumb against her pebbled pink nipple, the other holding the side of her neck.

ellie pulls away, making her way down your body in the hallway, pulling you along with her. her lips brushing against your stomach, she pulls down your shorts and underwear, nipping the skin at your hip before sucking it into her mouth.

“fuck el” you groan “not so smug now are ya?” she smirks, “youre catching an attitude.” you pull her head back, her dilated pupils meeting yours, “what are you gonna do about it?”

the two of you stumble through the door to the bedroom as you continue to make out, panting and moaning into each other’s mouths. you make it to the bed, pushing her down onto the mattress. you climb over ellie, sucking that sweet spot under her ear,

“mhh y/n” she whimpers as she grasps your hair. “can you just fuck me already?”

“are you gonna lose the attitude baby or do i have to fuck it out of you?” ellie bites her lip, “is that even a question?”

“touché” you kiss her again, smiling. her arms wrap around you pulling you close, as if to merge your bodies into one.

“hold on for a sec el.” you say, climbing off of her, walking over to your nightstand

“baaabe.” she complains, rolling over onto her side, resting her head on her hand as she holds herself up on her elbow.

“you want this or what?” you smile, pulling the strap out of the drawer. “obviously yes” she giggles, watching you pull the harness on, a gleam in her eyes. “i love it when you look at me like that”

“how’m i looking at ya?” you climb back onto the bed, facing her as you wrap your arm around her waist.

“like im the only one in the whole world.”

“youre a sap” she kisses you gently, hands pushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

the kiss grows in intensity, hands in hair, down backs and grasping at asses and chests. when you break apart ellie says breathily, “i need your cock in me”

“impatient” you smile, kissing her neck,

“mhh” she leans her neck back, but pushes your head down her torso, “be patient babe”

“i dont wanna. i need you now” she complains. “if you keep that tone youre not cumming” ellie groans in response, “m’ sorry. ‘m sorry.” you nestle yourself between her thighs, hooking them over your shoulders as you nuzzle into her aching heat, “oh my god y/n” she grasps your hair and pulls you closer into her.

you focus your attention to her clit, sucking and brushing your tongue along it as lewd sounds fall from her lips. the more she moans, the more your cunt aches. your tongue laps up her slick and she bucks her hips up to your mouth. you pull away from her, “want my cock baby?”,

“i want it so bad”

“how bad?”

“please y/n. i want you so fuckin’ bad. i need you.” smirking, you run your fingers along her dripping pussy, “babe please.”

you tease her entrance with your middle two fingers,

“what’re you doin?” ellie whines,

“making sure youre ready for me”

“i don’ care. i want you. now.”

“theres the attitude.”

“fuck it outta me” she says, desperately. you dip your fingers into her, she groans, “with the fuckin strap not your f-fingers!”

“you really are bratty tonight, aren’t you?” you pull your fingers out of her, pulling them into your mouth. the taste of her only makes the heat between your legs grow.

“ass up for me” you command, ellie surprisingly complies, given her attitude tonight. “damn babe you want my cock bad dont you?” you tease as you spread her legs, revealing her soaked cunt, “s’ bad” she repeats. the view of her submitting to you like this brought out a carnal desire for her to be screaming under you. “holy fuck you look amazing like this” you coo, palming her ass, eliciting a needy whine from your girlfriend. the silicone tip teasing her wet hole. “god just fuck me!” she grumbles, trying to push herself back so her pussy can relish the feeling of being stretched out. you smack her ass and she moans, “fuck baby!”

you pull her hips flush against you as you thrust into her, a groan escaping your throat at the sight of her face contorting with pleasure. “you’re such a slut. begging for my cock?” you grunt as the now slick purple dildo slides in and out of her, wet sounds echoing around the walls of the room. ellie whines, “m’ youre slut. only yours.”

“mh good girl” you praise, squeezing her hips as you pull them flush against yours, “ohh god” you see her eyes flutter as she looks back at you. “t-talk to me” the plead comes out as a whine.

“you’re taking me so good el, so fuckin’- mh, you’re such a slut for this cock arent you?” ellie moans and nods, the sounds getting louder, “fuck! faster!” you pick up the pace, and she arches her back. she’s turned into a mess, grasping the pillow, “such a pretty girl for me aren’t you?” you give her ass another smack and she cries out again, “so fuckin dirty aren’t you? youre dripping all over me” you look down at the slick dripping down her thighs, leaning over and kissing her shoulder, getting deeper. “touch your clit babe” and she complies, her hand reaching down between her legs, you wrap your arms around her and tug at her nipples.

“m’ close” she groans, “yeah? you’re gonna cum all over my cock aren’t you?” your own arousal needing to be dealt with, so you thrust harder, trying to get the hilt to stimulate your clit. ellie cries out your name, “m’ cumming!” you stay in her, bucking your hips as you get the base of the strap to hit your clit, milking ellie’s weeping pussy. you moan with her, the knot in your stomach getting tighter. her release exploding out of her, soaking the sheets. “what a fuckin’ whore. squirting for me. so fucking hot.” you pull out of her, “i wanna see your face”

“you did so good baby.” you push her hair out of her face, “took me so well.” she smiles, completely dazed out, “yeah?” you pull off the harness, throwing it to the foot of the bed, she looks at you with pleading eyes, “i wanna feel your pussy on mine.” you part her knees, “mhm so needy aren’t you?”

“y/n please.” you smile and lower onto her, positioning yourself at the perfect angle as you rock your hips. you gasp at the contact that you desperately needed, the two of you fitting together like puzzle pieces as your wet heat slides together, drawing desperate sounds from the both of you. your hands grasp her back, pulling her close to you as you work your way to bliss.

your clit hits hers and both of you cry out, trying carelessly to hit the angle again, once you do, ellie mewls, “holyy shit.” you laugh breathlessly, before repeatedly bucking your hips perfectly, “god yes” you groan. feeling the pleasure wash over you as your orgasm approaches. you feel yourself clenching around nothing, your fingers digging into her, “fuck baby im so close” you gasp, “me too”. the wanton moans leaving both of your lips meld together, practically creating a song. ellie arches her back as her orgasm hits, nails scratching your lower back. almost immediately after, you buckle over as the tension in your body releases. you hold onto her as the both of you ride out the high, sloppy kisses and hands in hair once again. as you hold her in your arms you praise her over and over again, telling her how good she made you feel.

“i love you.” you whisper as you rest your forehead on hers, catching your breath. ellie kisses you gently, “i love you too.”

taglist (thats not rlly a list yet):

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HGSN 30-1

Chapter (Japanese)

(Please hit the green thumbs up at the end of the Japanese chapter to show support)

Rough translation by me

P1

(sfx: crowd chatter)

(sfx: taiko drums)

Hikaru: Wow!!

Yoshiki: It's really crowded...You'd never see this in Kubitachi.

Maki: Duh!! Don't compare us to that backwater place!

Maki: Not that we're all that much better

P2

(sfx: taiko drums)

(txt: Ashidori Houko Festival)

Yoshiki: (Houko Festival...)

Maki: You're eating it like a hunk of meat

--

Yoshiki: Hole-patching?

Bro: In the first place, see, this "Houko Festival"

Bro: is a pretty weird festival, y'know?

P3

Bro: It's an event where you put out a "houko"* doll holding a needle and thread

Bro: and when it's over, it's put into a cave on the outskirts of the village

Bro: In the mid-1700s with the arrival of the missionaries, the custom changed into a festival,

Bro: But before that, it was called "Hole-patching"

Bro: It's not really known what kind of custom it was exactly

Bro: But it seems like it started when the village split and Ashidori was founded...

Yoshiki: The cave on the outskirts of the village...

* houko - meaning a "crawling child", referring to the shape of the doll (wiki)

P4

Maki: It's called Ashizukadou*, y'know, the place where a bunch of bones were found

Yoshiki: ...!!

(Hikaru: The location of the holes must be "where the bones were found", right!?)

Yoshiki: Huh...

Maki: It's technically a tourist spot, so

Maki: anyone can go inside

* 足塚洞 - (leg - burial mound - cave)

P5

Bro: I've heard that similar customs were once practiced in Kibougayama and Udekari...

Bro: but didn't find anything more than rumors

Hikaru: ...? Did the abandoned villages have something similar as well?

Bro: Abandoned villages...? Ah, well, who knows?

Bro: There aren't any documents from those places. (lol) To the point that its actually weird

Rie: It's true, I've lived here all my life and don't know anything either

Bro: ...Hn? Who's the lady just now? (lol)

P6

Maki: She's the strongest exorcist, Kurabayashi-san

Bro: ......

Bro: Wait, whaaaaaaat!!? Are you serious!??

(sfx: shriek)

Maki: You know about her, big bro?

Bro: Know about her? She's super famous in these circles, a legend (lol)

Rie: I'm nothing all that special, but the rumors have gone and, well...

Bro: She really exists!! (delight)

Bro: Hey, uh, can I ask you a question!? How do you do exorcisms!?

P7

Rie: Sure? It's a little different from an exorcism, but... Ummm...like with a slap...?

Rie: like, "Hey now!"

Bro: Exorcism Slap!!?? (rustle rustle open click click scribble scribble scribble)

Bro: Oh shit, my plane's going to take off

Bro: Yuuta, lemme know what kind of talisman you want as a souvenir from Thailand!

(sfx: hangs up)

Maki: ...Sorry my bro's such a creep

P8

(sfx: taiko drums)

Performers: Ah, Tenban to the north, sorayoiyoi~

(sfx: crowd chatter)

Hikaru: Hey, what's that? That glowing drink!!

(sfx: GRAB)

Yoshiki: Hey, don't forget what we're here to do

(Rie: I'll go take a look at that Ashizukadou cave, so you two see if you can find any clues from the festival)

P9

Yoshiki: We're looking for some hint about closing the hole-

(sfx: thump)

Yoshiki: Whoa!

(sfx: whuff)

Yoshiki: Oh, wait!

??: Hey!! Luna!!

P10:

Mother: I'm so sorry!

Yoshiki: Here

Luna: Thank you

Mother: And after you worked so hard to make that doll

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Hikaru: Maki, do you have a photo of your bro?

Maki: Yeah, I do

Hikaru: Whoa! He's handsome!

Maki: But he's missing his teeth

[fawnforevergone]

Quick List of References to Dante's Inferno in "Unreal Unearth" (Part One)

HELLO !!! there is now an updated list since we have now heard the old album so please go check that out instead: [ the ultimate "unreal unearth" reference list" ]

[ PART TWO ]

If I miss anything or get anything wrong, let me know! I'm so interested to know what everyone else thinks, too :]

Another long post, but I simply have too much to say.

THIS WAS MADE BEFORE THE ALBUM RELEASE !!!!

"DE SELBY (PART ONE)" "You take in the blackness of air, the likes of a darkness so deep that God, at the start, couldn't bear." The theme of darkness is a repetitive one in Dante's Inferno, representing sin and it's deceiving behaviour. Particularly in the opening of Inferno, Dante and Virgil have to treck through a thick blackness after entering the gates of Hell.

"DE SELBY (PART TWO)" "Let all time slow, let all light go, I don't need to know where we begin again." DS(P2) is another song that references the absence of light, and would make sense being a continuation of DS(P1). "Let all time slow" references the eternal and infinite nature of a punishment in Hell, and "let all light go", again, show the darkness of Inferno. "I don't need to know where we begin again" is more a repetition of Hozier's own work with his multiple references of death not being the end - "Francesca", "Work Song", "All Things End", "Wasteland, Baby", etc. - but still references the idea of entering a new life after entering Inferno.

"FIRST TIME" "And the soul, if that's what you'd call it, uneasy ally of the body, felt as nameless as a river, undiscovered underground." It appears, in the track list, that we are now moving beyond the threshold of Hell. The mention of "a river, undiscovered underground", is a reference to the river Acheron that runs through Inferno. The river contains a ferry, ran by the Greek Psychopomp, Charon, who escorts the souls of the underworld. Dante is known for mixing different mythologies together in Inferno, so the mentions of "soul" and "river" and "undiscovered underground" all seem to be a reference to Charon and his role in Inferno.

"FRANCESCA" The whole song of Francesca is a reference to the story of Francesca da Rimini, who was sentenced to the second circle of Hell, 'Lust', after caught in an affair with her husband's brother, Paolo. Francesca claims that love has seized her so tightly that she can't stop loving Paolo, not even in Hell. The entire song references this story so I won't pinpoint these lyrics. "My life was a storm, since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?" The second circle of Hell is plagued by violent winds meant to reflect the passions of reckless love. The winds are so strong that the inhabitants of 'Lust' find themselves thrown around and unable to stay in one spot. Hozier claims to not be afraid of these winds, saying that love has always felt this reckless, even in mortality, and death will not phase him. Whether he is saying this from the perspective of himself or Francesca is up for debate.

"I, CARRION (ICARIAN)" The whole song is very clearly about the tale of Icarus, and even has some mentions to the titan Atlas, "You have held your hands beneath. Once I had wondered what was holding up the ground. I can see that all along, love, it was you all the way down." Icarus and Titans are mentioned throughout Inferno, Hozier again hinting at the mosaic of mythology Dante created. In Inferno, Dante compares his own dread to the plummeting of Icarus, and Hozier now compares his love to the dreaming and hope of Icarus as he flew, making it a fitting song for the 'Lust' circle as well.

"EAT YOUR YOUNG" We now enter the third circle, 'Gluttony', and the song is very overt in its imagery of hunger. As far as I'm aware, the song has more political references than it does direct references to Inferno, but the song is very obviously about Gluttony.

"DAMAGE GETS DONE" The minimal lyrics we have for this song don't give me a lot, but I would say they definitely don't reflect hunger, so I think we have entered the fourth circle, 'Greed'. 'Greed' is categorised as one of the sins committed out of a lack of self-control, like 'Lust' and 'Gluttony'. However, Hozier seems to be fighting this idea in the lyrics, claiming, "But I know being reckless and young is not how the damage gets done." The idea of "damage" also reflects the circle of 'Greed', as the punishment for this sin is that the inhabitants are grouped into halves, and each half are forced to engage in an eternal battle that leaves them so injured, they are impossible to recognise.

"WHO WE ARE" I'll be honest, in terms of references, we don't have a lot for this song, although, as mentioned in the next paragraph, "Son Of Nyx" has to be about the fifth circle, 'Anger', so "Who We Are" is either another 'Greed' song or it's a second 'Anger' song. Although, we do have the lyric, "But it sharpens like a knife", which throws me back to the knife imagery of "Take Me To Church", a very biblical song in terms of imagery, and in the fourth circle, 'Greed', Dante sees varying members of the Clergy, so perhaps "Who We Are" is a similar song to "Take Me To Church", and takes place in 'Greed'. TMTC: "You can sharpen your knife", "My lover's the sunlight", "She demands a sacrifice", "Only then, I am human." WWA: "It sharpens like a knife", "We're born at night", "Darling, we sacrificed", "It's who we are." The biblical similarities could present this as a 'Greed' song, referencing the various clergymen who reside there. "SON OF NYX" Though we have no lyrics, we know the song after this is "All Things End", which is about the sixth circle, 'Heresy', so this song has to be about the fifth circle, 'Anger'. Nyx was a Greek Goddess who was the personification of night, once again referencing darkness in this album. Nyx has many offspring, all presenting various different things. Nyx, however, did inhabit the dark recesses of the underworld, respected and feared by even Zeus. We have no lyrics ( although, perhaps it is just this song renamed ? who knows ), so I can't say for certain how this relates, but a Goddess that resides in the underworld seems very fitting for Inferno.

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Again, if I missed anything, please tell me! I'm already so obsessed with this album, I need to know if there is content I am missing, thank you soldiers. (ง’̀-‘́)ง

[maybankiara]

WHEN MY TIME COMES AROUND

pairing: JJ Maybank x Kiara Carrera summary: Kiara, through grief, has to deal with having JJ's baby. w/c: 1.7k a/n: this is basically just pure angst and written from tumblr spoilers (i haven't seen s4 p2) and i'm sorry. spot the angsty hozier references masterlist  read on archive of our own

Kiara never got to tell him she was pregnant.

 She found out late, when she was already out of the first trimester, and grief had been consuming her. Excuses flew by, one by one, as she made sense of her missing periods, of her weight gain, of the roundness of her stomach, until she no longer could.

 Sarah was by her side when she broke into pieces, four months further along than Kiara was.

 It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t poetic. It wasn’t something she’d ever talk about.

 Her friend held her as she crumbled to the floor, bawling her eyes out, screaming her dead lover’s name. She never wanted to have kids and if he did, he hadn’t told her so, and the reality of it was a blow after blow.

 Sarah cleaned her up. Talked her through the heartbreak, through her own tears.

 ‘You don’t have to keep it,’ she whispered.

 ’I do,’ Kiara said.

 Before he died, they’d never made it official like Sarah and John B had. There was never a ring, or vows, or a plan for a future that would make them feel like they were last. Their moments were too fleeting, too ephemeral, and Kiara had nothing to hold onto. Nothing to call his.

 Until now.

 She told the rest of the group a few days later. It was shock—how could that be? he’d been gone for months—but they held her so she wouldn’t break again, and she could see the fear in their eyes.

 The fear for her.

 Kiara went home at the end of that week. Her parents no longer had a reason to keep her away, with him gone, and they even accepted the situation after initial arguments against.

 She was their daughter—they loved her, at the end of everything—and they’d be by her side.

 Months passed. Kiara grew bigger.

 Sarah gave birth to a boy. They wanted to call him after him, but held back, in case Kiara wanted to do it instead. She didn’t want to know the gender, picked out names, and she appreciated it. She wanted the freedom. She wanted to have every bit of him she could.

 Often, she’d stand in front of the mirror, watching the bump. Her skin was full of stretchmarks and sore bits, but in there was something that was hers and his, and Kiara loved it more than she’d loved anything.

 Almost.

 On par with him.

 She’d look into the mirror and see herself, big and bloated and exhausted, but she’d imagine him behind her shoulder, hugging her like he’d used to. She’d imagine his hand on her belly, taking the weight off of her for a few moments, and relaxing into him. She’d imagine what he would’ve been like if he’d gotten the chance to be a dad, and she knew there’d be no better one.

 A lot of her time was spent between home and Sarah. She stayed at the house they’d bought, he’d bought, and watched her friends look after the baby boy. She cradled him and loved him as an aunt, wondering how it was possible that something so sweet, so innocent, could come from people like them.

 She had nothing but hope for her own.

 When the day came, Pope and Cleo drove her to the hospital. Sarah was the one by her side, holding her hand through it, guiding her through the process she’d gone through herself only months before. It was the most excruciating thing Kiara had gone through, but the moment the bundle ended up in her arms, she knew it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

 It looked nothing like either of them, but babies take a while to grow into their faces.

 She told herself she could see traces of him in her already.

 Jodie Jones, she called her, and gave her his surname. She looked like a rascal, screaming and crying and looking, watching, absorbing everything. She was curious and adamant and beautiful, and Kiara began to cry.

 He’d never see her. He’d never lay his eyes on her.

 It was all she had of him and she begged the world, universe, god, anything, to let him be a part of her life.

 Kiara brought her home, and raised her with the Pogues. Her parents came over nearly every day, checking in, but Sarah and John B’s boy, Dean, became like a brother to little Jodie. People joked about the kids growing up and getting together, someday, but nobody liked the idea – they thought of the kids as siblings. They raised them as siblings.

 Kiara couldn’t raise her alone.

 Pictures of him were all over the house. At first, she brought them down because the memory was too much to bear, but Jodie deserved to grow up knowing that despite everything, her dad was loved. Her dad was the backbone of the group and it was his memory that held them together – existing in a house he’d reclaimed from the man he called Dad, living because rather than in spite of.

 When Jodie was three, and Dean held her hand in the park, she asked the question.

 ‘Where’s Daddy?’

 John B and Sarah were in the distance, hugging, and Kiara felt her heart clench. ‘He’s away.’

 ‘He’s on the walls,’ Jodie said. ‘In the pictures.’

 ‘Your Daddy’s watching over you,’ Kiara said, stifling tears. ‘He’s looking after you.’

 Dean nodded, even though she wasn’t speaking to him. ‘My mum says angels watch over us. Is he an angel?’

 Yes, Kiara wanted to say, he’s an angel.

 But kids wouldn’t understand that.

 ‘No,’ she said instead. ‘He’s just away.’

 Jodie nodded. ‘He will come back?’

 A tear escaped. Sarah and John B came over just in time, scooping the kids up, as and they were giggling, laughing, screaming, as if the conversation never happened.

 Sarah came to her side and Kiara cried in the privacy of her shoulder.

 It never got easier.

 Not when Jodie was a blonde little thing, with dimples, and that wicked little smile Kiara used to love. Not when Jodie was a smartass, reckless, too curious for her own good, too hotheaded. She was nothing if not her father.

 It was another two years before Jodie found out.

 Kiara didn’t mean for her to – it was the unsaid thing, that she didn’t have a dad, but they never spoke much about it. There was no right way for Kiara to explain death to a kid, and even when she tried, the words would get stuck in her throat.

 Pope’s dog brought them a dead crow.

 Jodie was there, and Jodie learned about death, and she looked at her mother with those innocent eyes and asked, ‘Is Daddy dead?’

 All Kiara could do was nod.

 She began telling more stories about him, after that. Every night when Jodie was going to bed, Kiara would tell her stories abotu her father. About the brave boy who stood up to bullies; the boy who helped them find gold; the boy who found El Dorado.

 ‘My Daddy’s a hero!’ Jodie said.

 ‘He was.’

 Pictures of him still lined the walls, but Kiara looked at them with fondness, now. She saw traces of Jodie in him rather than him in Jodie, and the world began shifting. Never away form him – just to a world where grief wasn’t an enemy, but an acquaintance.

 A friend to walk with.

 Jodie started school. She was a Maybank, but she was a Carrera, too, and she was wicked smart and did everything but what she had to. She was causing ruckus, but kids loved her, and teachers did, against their will.

 She was ten when she got her nickname, from someone at school.

 ‘You don’t have to let them call you that if you don’t like it,’ Kiara told her.

 Kiara’s hands were on the wheel as she drove them back from school. Dean was away for football practice, and Jodie would have lacrosse tomorrow.

 ‘I don’t mind it,’ Jodie said. ‘It’s what they called Dad.’

 ‘It is.’

 ‘I like it. I think it suits me.’

 The mother smiled, and knew he’d be proud. Even thought she’d had to raise her without him, the Pogues did a great job with her and Dean. She was grateful she had them, and Jodie turned out ever the Pogue they knew she would, with Dean watching her back. They were inseparable, like John B and her father were, and she knew it was the best she could’ve done for the kid.

 For him, too.

 At fifteen, nobody called her Jodie anymore. She was the star lacrosse player, slumming it with Dean Routledge, ever the troublemaker, and they had their own little friend group. Pope and Cleo’s kid, ten years younger than them, was the baby of the group and they looked after him like no other.

 Dean even took her to prom, when she punched her planned date in the nose after she caught him kissing another girl. It was a whole night of dealing with it, telling her violence wasn’t the answer, but she had enough of her father’s blood to believe otherwise.

 Still, Kiara was proud. She loved her as she was, and everything that she’d inherited from her father, the good and the bad alike.

 That summer was the best summer of her life. The kids were seventeen, about to leave for college, and little Terrence latched onto them every moment he could, and they adored him. They were drinking beers and going to parties, but Kaira never judged them for it.

 ‘We did a good job,’ Sarah told her as they watched the bonfire.

 Cleo kissed her teeth. ‘Crazy to think something so good came from us.’

 The kids gathered around it, in the backyard, and the adults sat on the porch. It was a beautiful summer day, lazy after they’d spent the most of it surfing. They were a lot of things, but nothing more than a family.

 John B chuckled. ‘It feels like yesterday we were their age.’

 ‘I’m just glad they’re not as stupid as we were,’ Pope said.

 Kiara scoffed. ‘Don’t speak too soon. That one’s every bit her father. I’m just waiting for the call.’

 The mention of him still weighed down conversations, but they’d gotten used to it. There was a lighter tone when he was brought up, but his absence never went away. There was always one spot that felt too empty, the one nobody sat in. There was the lack of rashness, of impulsivity, of things that would get them into trouble.

 Kiara’s heart never stopped aching.

 But she looked at the kids now, at the next generations of Pogues, and felt pride swell in her chest in place of grief.

 She couldn’t have give their child a better life if she tried.

 Somewhere, if there was heaven, he was watching them from above. She hoped he was happy, too. She hoped he’d still be waiting for her when her time came.

 For now, she watched Dean Routledge and Terrence Heyward and JJ Maybank and thought, it wasn’t all worth it, but they made it.

 They’d be alright.

[sistermclarens]

Hungarian GP 2024: McLaren Race Radios 2

We pick back up behind the scenes where both Lando's tires and tongue are heating up.

Laps 1-30 | Laps 31-39 | Laps 40-54 | Laps 55-70

Lap 31

TS: "And turn 1 exit last lap, don't use the rears quite that much."

Oscar has now gotten repeat tire feedback on turns 1, 3, and 7.

Lap 32

TS: "So Oscar there's some cars ahead now; they're all backmarkers that have come out of the pits, but you'll start to pick up some dirtier air. There's quite a few cars there."

WJ: "Gap to Hamilton now is 4.7. In turn--" LN: [interrupting] "Yep! I want the gap ahead; I'm gonna need a number to go quicker [cause I'm?] slower." WN: "I'm about to tell you. So Lando, mind the rear slips, turn 5, turn 7. Opportunity turn 4: early lift. And opportunity turn 13: early brake release."

This is a FASCINATING exchange. Lando interrupting Will and sounding frustrated, then Will giving a borderline snarky response back. His "I'm about to tell you" is very sing-song "I'm annoying you because you're annoying me" in a kind of sibling petty argument way. Then in the end he doesn't even tell Lando the gap to Oscar 😂 The whole exchange is definitely an indication that Lando was unhappy with the race WELL before the last pit stop strategy/fiasco came into play. Note that Lando is still asking for the tire advice for how to speed up, rather than being nagged about it. However, he's already framing it in terms of CATCHING OSCAR rather than LEAVING LEWIS BEHIND. He wants to win (of course of course, as professional athletes all do), but in doing so he's ignoring that Will has told him twice that "our race is with Verstappen [P3]" (lap 14) and "our opportunity ahead and behind is potentially to extend" (lap 23). In hindsight this looks to be where the seeds of the conflict are planted rather than the end of the next lap where Oscar goes off track. Lando here is already chafing against the team order to protect the 1-2 rather than race Oscar. Oscar going off the track just gives Lando an opportunity to take advantage of in terms of getting ahead.

Lap 33

WJ: "And Lando, opportunity: tight into apex turn 1 and turn 2."

Lap 34

TS: "Oscar is everything ok?" OP: "Yep." TS: "Ok we're in the window for a full safety car, in the window for a full safety car."

😂

WJ: "And Lando the full safety car window is open, just the full one. For your info it might mean a short soft stint at the end."

Lap 35

TS: "Kay pace is still good; make sure you stay off the astro cause that put a lot of temperature into the rears. Settle them back down; it's a really good place."

WJ: "And Lando both cars struggling with the rears. I know you know: you need to avoid those snaps."

So here what we get is Oscar fucked his rear tires by going off track. Between laps 33 and 36, the gap between Lando and Oscar drops from around 3.5 seconds to about 1.5 seconds. Lando has been concerned about his rear tires since lap 10. In Lap 27 Will specifically said that Lando was locking up his rear tires in turns 1 and 2.

This moment of Oscar going off track is literally the moment that changes everything. In Lap 33 we hear that Lando wants to fight Oscar for P1, but he doesn't really have any options to do so: too far behind to undercut, stuck in bad air and traffic. Oscar going off track closes the gap between them by SO much SO quickly that it suddenly becomes a new race. This is the moment where, if they were competitors, it would make perfect sense for Lando to take advantage of Oscar's mistake by undercutting him. And they ARE competitors to the extent that they are directly competing in the driver's championship. It makes sense that in this moment Lando spots a weakness in the competition and begins to focus on ways to exploit it. HOWEVER. Lando specifically is currently operating under the team's orders to defend P2, NOT challenge P1. Refer back to Andrea Stella's interview about potentially punishing drivers who disobey orders and you can see here the first hints of the future conflict between Lando and the pit wall.

Lap 36

TS: "Okay we're now in both safety car windows, safety car and virtual safety car." OP: "Copy, I think target level will be enough." TS: "Understood. We think we need target minus five, target minus 5."

Oscar is pushing for that (I think) lap 50 pit stop; the pit wall has already decided to move it up to around 45, probably because both cars are doing a shit job with their rear tires. At this point, given the pre-race decision that whoever lead into the last pit stop would be uncontested papaya P1, the pit wall is probably anticipating pitting Oscar first. He gets more specific instructions than Lando does (target minus 5 vs mid-40s) so it seems clear that they expect to maneuver Lando's pit stop around Oscar's rather than vice versa. Oscar is the priority driver at this moment.

WJ: "Lando, the key here will be to get to the mid-40s, and both safety car windows are open; please confirm."

That's not a typo; the radio recording has no response from Lando. THIS is why we get Will's cunty "is ur radio broke" message in lap 52, because LANDO HAS IGNORED HIM FOR 16 LAPS STRAIGHT.

Lap 37

TS: "Ok pace looks to be recovering a bit; how's the tire?" OP: "Yeah, recovered a bit now." TS: "Next few laps will be tricky with the traffic. You're doing a good job."

Lap 38

TS: "Ok you've got five seconds of clear air now, five seconds of clear air. And we're still putting a gap on Hamilton, and Verstappen is still stuck behind him."

Oscar can't make use of this clear air to pull ahead of Lando. Across laps 38 and 39, the gap between them hovers around 1.3.

WJ: "Lando, just be careful of the rears, turn 4, turn 11."

Here is where we get the beginning of the end in terms of specific Lando tire comments. He's known that his rear tires are not where they'd like him to be since lap 10. He's been warned twice in the first half of the race about using too much tire in turns 4 and 11. Now we put those two issues together: rear tires specifically struggling in turns 4 and 11.

Lap 39

WJ: "And Lando, gap now is 1.3; ok to race the papaya car, but still the mid-40s."

So now Lando has been given permission to race Oscar until the mid-40s pit stop. This I think we all assumed just from hearing the radio message over the broadcast. The key info that we didn't have on Sunday was that this is not just "race then stop." We now know from Baz's tweet that whoever lead INTO that pit stop was meant to be the uncontested winner. Of course I soooooo wish to have been a fly on the wall of that meeting so I could have the exact language of the agreement. Presumably "leading into the pit stop" is that whoever was P1 before either of them pit was meant to be P1 after they pit, or reestablished as P1. But I can easily see how, depending on the language of the initial instruction, this could be open the door for confusion re: Oscar being P1 but Lando being given the preferential undercut. Lando WASN'T P1 going into the pit stop, but by pitting him with an undercut, literally everyone knew he was going to be P1 coming out of the pit. Are you functionally P1 "going in" if you know you're going to be P1 coming out? I'm overthinking this way too hard and certainly thinking about it more than Oscar and Lando are capable of 😂 I think without the full story (which we'll never have), the most plausible explanation is "what conclusion is most likely to be reached by two under-educated rich white men" and the answer is of course the simplest conclusion: Oscar was leading into the pits, so Oscar should be reestablished as P1. The fact that Lando was so worked up about the situation is, in my view, more of a demonstration of the fact that he always assumed he would be winning, right from the initial pre-race agreement, rather than an indication that the instructions were unclear. But we can never really know 🤷‍♀️

[idkwhatimdoinghere1655]

Saudi Arabia GP 2024!

Mads' Race Recap!

Right, here we are, with another race recap. Yes, I know I said I would split these into 2, qualis and race, but I didn't. Oops. Anyway, we're going to do this in constructors again.

Red Bull - Refer to last weeks comments, I have nothing else to say really.

Ferrari - Right. Here we go. I'll start off with Charles, then I'll move onto the other fiasco. I think the overtake from Checo was inevitable in the end, the Red Bull has more pace, and Checo is great on street circuits. I didn't really see much of Lord Perceval, since he found a very comfortable spot between Checo and Oscar for the majority of the race. Very nice, brought some good points home. I like how he said in an interview (at some point after the race) that he thinks the Ferrari can have more pace later in the season. I would prefer it now, but I will wait. And fastest lap? OK my love, go for it. I saw it pop up and I thought it was a glitch on the graphics, I can't lie. He just though 'sod it, I've got space, let's go' and go, he did. Now onto my hero for the weekend. Ollie bloody Bearman that man is an absolute phenom. His first ever F1 race, some nice overtakes, did so so so well in qualis and in the race. He has gotten more points in one race than some people do in their entire career, which is quite funny IMO. Seriously though, on such short notice, he did such a brilliant job, and he is going to go far. Sad he missed out on the F2 race, and that's going to do a detriment to his points and Prema's, but he could have very well just made his career. One more thing before I move on to the other teams. Carlos. Carlos Sainz. Carlos fucking Sainz.

He drove for some reason during FP1 & 2, and I commend that, he wanted to get the job done. But, the man looked blue (the colour, not emotion). He looked so sick it was awful. Then I see the news that the poor man has already had his appendix out. I was just glad he was alright, THEN I SEE HIM AT THE TRACK?! I was just like 'Someone please put him back in bed and make him rest'. Then I see that the doctors told him to stay in bed and not go to the race. That man is a fighter, I'll give him that. And it was nice to hear from Ollie that he gave him all the tips and tricks, since it was his setup and everything like that. Hopefully, Carlos is back for Australia, but if Ollie has to drive for whatever reason, I won't be annoyed. Forza Ferrari!

McLaren - Oscar had a good race, he really tried to overtake Lewis. But, if they knew he still needed to pit anyway, why burn out the tyres and try to overtake? It would've gotten a better gap, yes, but I guess there wouldn't have been any point in just sitting back and letting him possibly gain extra time. Some good points in the bag there for them. As for Lando, I reckon if he didn't have Lewis badgering him the whole time, he would've been able to overtake Ollie for the P7, since he was lapping a whole lot faster and was on better tyres. Thankfully, Lewis actually did us a favour and kept Lando back, but Lando did a nice job. I don't know why he didn't come in under the safety car, but it didn't work out too badly for him, I guess.

Mercedes - Whatever is happening there is an absolute shit show. George stayed under the radar, just kind of driving in his big ol' empty space that he had between him, Ollie and Fernando. Lewis is really right when they have no speed in the high speed sections of the track. He did some nice defending on Oscar though, he was right to try and keep him back as much as possible, since that would have opened the space for other people to attack. All in all, Merc seriously need to sort their shit out if they want to compete for the higher places. Even then, they'll have to get through the McLarens, then the Ferrari's for those P3s that we are interchangeably giving to Charles and Carlos. Maybe P2s can be up for grabs if Checo fucks it, and maybe P1s if we get another Singapore situation.

Aston Martin - Not a bad one from Fernando, nice race from him. Instead of trying to compete with McLaren, he just let them do their own thing. He knows what he's doing. But, he was definitely in the top 3/4 for pole. Him, Charles, Max and Checo. But then he comes out bottom of the 4? He set osme mega laps, but then he just lost it. The Aston does that a lot. Lance was setting some lovely Q2 laps, but then it was like the car just said 'nah mate, I'm clocking out'. And, back to Lance. He just needed to be a little more careful. It was funny to hear his radio message, I'll admit, and I think his bringing out of the safety car definitely helped some of the others out a lot. Was I surprised though... no. Fernando nearly did the same thing, so did Oscar, but they were just a little lighter on it. Aston really has fallen, though.

Haas - Right, I'm officially a Haas girl Kevin Magnussen I absolutely fucking love you man. Matt & Tommy from P1 called it the Haasterplan. I completely agree. If Ollie wasn't driving, I would've given Kevin driver of the day. No, I would've given him driver of the year. After that first 10 second pen, he just said 'fuck it, I'm off' and just started going for it. Contact with Alex? Fine. Track limits? What are they? Do you want to absolutely send it into turn 1 again? Is that even a question? I bloody loved it. He just backed up all of those people from P11 and just let them suffer. He even ended up P12, even with the 20 seconds worth of penalties. Bloody lovely. I loved Kevin's radio just kept on going 'yeah, great one, keep it up'. Haas have found their new strategy.

Williams - Erm... not much to say? Mediocre qualis, Alex can get through to Q3 on a good day. Logan was out in Q1, this time it wasn't the steering wheel's fault. And... yeah. Wish I could say more, but I can't, really. Sorry.

VCARB/RB/REDBULLSHITTYEDITION - Daniel. Daniel Daniel Daniel. What is going on with you? I check the leaderboard, and I just see him chilling at the back. I don't even know what's going on there. And Yuki fell victim to the Kevin Magnussen Train of Terror. I honestly thought these guys were going to be your P11s-P14s, maybe with a few 10s and 9s sprinkled in there. But, I guess we have to put up with 15 and 16.

Kick Sauber - Right Valtteri really doesn't give a shit. He is quite happy just to toddle along at the back, as you do, in his little highlighter car. Good on him. I just felt bad for Zhou, I can't lie. He kinda just got stuck at the back and there was nothing he could do since the poor guy couldn't even set a quali time because his car was fucked.

Alpine - Jesus love of the lord above someone save these people. Pierre didn't even start the race, they had shit qualifying, and they have become the laughing stock of Formula 1. Estie was kind of just left to die, I guess. My delusional ass blames Pierre for a bad Charles start since his tyres were colder because he was faffing around at the back. Bullshit, I know.

[chelemlem]

wait what oscar club videos

ah i was referring to this and this (miami to celebrate lando's win w the team and then most recently the amber lounge for monaco p2) ! there was also the time he and lily went out together at the end of last season (vegas iirc?) but the music from that clip is so grating i can never listen to it long enough to spot him 😔

also proud of oscar for progressing to the point of actually rolling up the 4-inches-too-short sleeves of his one(1) semiformal white buttondown that twitter user dieworkwear would deem low-hanging fruit... he's learning <3

[leejungjaes]

I’m really hoping/excited to see a moment of Colin and Pen having just a little chat to themselves about the fact this is really happening. Like they went from 0-60 and telling the family so everyone is excited, but I need a moment where it’s just them two talking about their excitement and being so in love and I just I can’t wait for all the love and romance in part 2.

Speaking of part 2, after this week we no longer have to split up the season when talking about it because we’ll have the full thing!

i think they will, i think you're 100% spot on that it's like 0-1000 especially for penelope who at one point wanted to marry another man and was convinced colin would never have feelings for her.

oh god...i'm so used to saying S3-P1 and S3-P2 and soon it'll just be S3 as a collective and we won't need to refer to them as two separate entities!!

is it weird to be so nervous and so excited? i say this like i wasn't feeling the exact same before part one aired. once it's out, it's done, and then...that's it. our love story is out and on the screens. i feel melancholy.

[accio-victuuri]

there are clowning materials/potential candies that i wanna look into and talk about no matter how improbable they are. then there are those where i’m just — do i even want to do this? lol. only because there is not much to go on and fueled solely by speculation. anyway, this is about the alleged camera gifted to xz ( by wang yibis babie ) and how he took it to milan with him.

i’m making this so i can refer to it if anything comes up in the future. the thing is, if you look at the vlogs/photos — ZZ is using his phone to take pictures and videos. there is nothing wrong that, most people use their phones and he has his team that will take the “content” who brought the equipment. but i just find it hard to believe that GG, a photographer, will not bring a camera? this is a dude who brings it for drama shoots ( for example ace troops ) and that’s at home. so what more for a trip like this. in milan. there are a couple of fan-photos/videos of him roaming around and we don’t see him holding a proper camera. surely there will be other content from that trip and let’s see if we find the cam but right now it seems like it’s non- existent.

this talk started with a made-up 🍉…

i’m saying made-up because all melons that read like this are. especially those that say “xx and xx have a good relationship” or “xx exercise alot”. if this was from a fake rumor house, i would be more inclined to have a positive take on it but it’s not. as i also said before, i don’t endorse this particular account cause they clearly post reliable work-related melons, anti posts and random stuff to get attention. point is, melon accounts are not friends.

anyway, this made some turtles think about last october when some where noticing the appearance of cameras in their promo pics/ videos. and comments came up of maybe it’s a clue that they are giving us. remember XZ didn’t do his usual birthday post last year, same with Bobo.

so now we’re like, why not look into it?

XZS posted very few photos of GG ( 2021-2022 ) with a camera and i can’t really tell what he’s using for p1 and p2. but i think this is the same one he takes with him @ drama shoots.

for the vlogs i found this, but they covered the brand. lol. and well the occasional polaroid cameras are also spotted in his vlogs.

i don’t see any concrete timeline of what cameras he has, i only remember his pd101 guesting and how fans were saying the camera he used is his own. it just never really came up, how many cameras do you have? hahahahahahaha!

In terms of MFW,

the main camera his team was using for photos and vlogs was Canon EOS body and of course the important thing are the lenses which they switch out. I think this was not the “gifted” one and more of something his assistant/photographer owns. 📷

my eye is on the camera he used for the tod’s photoset when he landed in Milan. It was still posted under XZS and they tagged Tod’s, but it’s not exactly a “business photoshoot” that will be released as a proper Ad. It is still work-related, but given the freedom to add his personal touch. popular guess is it’s a sony zv-1, which is a known compact vlogging camera that is good quality. it is a thoughtful gift for someone you know who loves to shoot his day-to-day life. it’s not too heavy or so expensive that you will be afraid to use it casually.

some are saying it might be provided by tod’s for him to shoot but i find that unlikely. they know he has his team. if they need to capture photos/videos of him, they will send their own. knowing how cared for he was by the tod’s team during his trip. and the important thing for a tod’s “ad post” is really the product. the clothes, bags and shoes. so why was this camera featured twice? is he showing it off? for what?

i checked the review and it sounds promising that i almost wanna buy one for myself 😂😂😂

it could be his own and he bought it himself. it is possible too ( by turtle logic ) that it’s “gifted” by wyb. who knows. as with all other candies, we can’t say for sure or confirm things. but for this one, i think we need more evidence and time. 💕

reference sources: one & two

[zhongwans]

Some extra context on QV's new expose

Back in May 2021 right after the WOH concert, a fan claimed that she saw ZZH in Shanghai buying boba. In the photos, "ZZH" was wearing the same clothes he was wearing during the concert afterparty.

P1: the "ZZH" spotted in Shanghai

P2: the actual ZZH a few days before

At the time people thought it was weird because why would ZZH still be wearing the exact same outfit days after he wore them? It felt very unnatural and forced, like this "ZZH" was trying very hard to make sure people knew it was him. Plus, this was right after the WOH concert when he was at the height of his popularity and couldn't even go out to play golf without people surrounding him and following him. So what was he doing traipsing around in Shanghai in the middle of the day, in an outfit that any fan would recognize, and looking like he was being completely ignored? When at that time even the less popular WOH cast members couldn't walk around freely without being approached by fans.

A lot of the analysis about this incident was wiped when the fandom went underground after 813, but it was generally agreed on that "Shanghai ZZH" was a fake. But the one thing people couldn't decide was how this fake ZZH knew exactly what clothes ZZH was going to wear during after the concert so he could prepare the exact same outfit beforehand. If QV's info is accurate that ZZH's studio and staff were involved in creating this fake ZZH, then I guess we might finally have an answer to this old mystery.

One of the main theories at the time was that the people behind the fake hurriedly ordered the same clothes during the afterparty so the fake could wear them later. But the problem was that at least one of those clothes (notably the Lanvin sweatshirt) was still not being sold. So people theorized that it was a dupe (from maybe a taobao shop or whatever) and there were plenty of analysis comparing the lobster print on ZZH's sweatshirt versus the fake's, to try and spot any differences in quality.

The possible involvement of ZZH's studio suggests a much more realistic possibility: that when he took off the sponsored clothes and gave them to his staff for them to handle, they had the fake ZZH wear it and walk around in Shanghai for the staged "sighting" before returning them to the brands.

The "fan" QV is referring to in her expose is the fan who claimed she saw him in Shanghai and provided the pics. Apparently she was contacted by his studio staff and given the photos of "Shanghai ZZH" and was paid to post those and pretend she saw him there herself. I don't know how much of this is true (guess we'll have to wait) but if it is true then it answers a lot of questions we all had about that staged Shanghai sighting incident. Both ZZH and GJ were subjected to a lot of hate throughout the airing of WOH, but this fake ZZH in Shanghai was the first real sign that something was very wrong behind the scenes, and that certain parties were putting in a lot of effort and money into manipulating the fandom. At the time I didn't think it was that serious, but I guess people were right to be worried because look where we are now.

As for the purpose of the fake sighting, the main theory back then that this was meant to set up a future smear.

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HGSN 24-2

Chapter (Japanese)

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Rough translation by me

P1

Yoshiki: It's pitch black, I can't see a thing

Yoshiki: 'Hikaru', the flashlight

Hikaru: Oh, yeah

(sfx: light turns on)

P2

Yoshiki: Uwah!

Yoshiki: What the...! Human heads!?

P3

Hikaru: No...If you look closer, these are carved out of wood.

Yoshiki: You're t-touching-?!

(sfx: smooth and dry)

Hikaru: Why...is something like this...

Hikaru: Ngh...it...

Hikaru: hurts...

(sfx: ears ringing)

Hikaru: Pa, what're these faces?

Hikaru: There's so many of them

P4

Kouhei: Scared?

Hikaru: Naw, I'm not scared at all. I'm already in the upper years* at elementary school!

Kouhei: They're all "heads" that have been offered up to Unuki-sama.

Kouhei: From a long time ago, this land has often suffered from misfortune

Kouhei: 'cause of that, life here has been especially poor and difficult

* refers to 5th to 6th grade at elementary school. So this flashback would probably be a year or less before Kouhei dies.

P5

Kouhei: So we have offered heads to Unuki-sama and asked for many different things

Kouhei: For an abundant harvest or for an end to a plague...

Kouhei: The offered head disappears on the spot

Kouhei: That's why we have carved replacement heads in order to hold funeral services for them in this hall

Hikaru: Then all of these heads are dead people?

Kouhei: That's right

Kouhei: We're the family that's managed this "hall" (dou) for generations so that's why we're the "Indou" family

Hikaru: Huh...

P6

Kouhei: The other parts of the body have to be buried as far away as possible

Kouhei: In order to do that more easily, the village was split into five parts.

Kouhei: 'cause of that, it just so happens to look like a human

Kouhei: Weird, right?

Hikaru:  Why? That's creepy...

Kouhei: Beats me...in the first place, why the parts needed to be buried so far away

Kouhei: isn't something well understood nowadays

P7

Hikaru: So whose heads are those heads anyway?

Kouhei: ...

Kouhei: Many of them were...people like the terminally ill and the elderly...who volunteered to become heads themselves...

Kouhei: But...

Kouhei: There's a small hokora at the outskirts of the village right?

Kouhei: When a traveling monk was forcibly made into a head, it was built out of fear that the monk would curse us in revenge

P8

Hikaru: ...So you mean they've been murdering people

Kouhei: ...that's right. It wasn't only that monk. Many others were killed and made into heads. Innocent people, when they wouldn't be noticed

Kouhei: Hikaru, this is the karma of this village

Kouhei: It must never be forgotten...

Kouhei: And the sin of the Indou family too...

P9

Hikaru: ...

(sfx: step)

Hikaru: As I thought, it's not here...

Hikaru: This is where "Hichi-san" was.

Yoshiki: ...Did you...

Yoshiki: remember something?

Hikaru: ...yeah.

==

Next chapter: 2024/02/06

Twitter Extra (link):

Hikaru's Father

Indou Kouhei

Yoshiki took to him more than his own father

He was the type to thoroughly join in on the kids playing tag, and if you were caught by him, he would stick his boogers on you, so Yoshiki and Hikaru ran away desperately.

==

T/N: the meaning of Indou

忌 - to abhor, taboo, but can also refer to mourning or death

堂 - hall (as in a building where lots of people gather) or temple/shrine (as in a building where a deity is worshipped)

[cutieparadox]

OK PERSONA OC EXPLANATION BECAUSE. YES. I FINALLY FIGURED EVERYTHING OUT. UNDER THE CUT. if you saw me struggle to add a line break no you didnt.

I keep referring to my persona ocs and acting like everyone knows who they are and what I’m talking about, so, yeah here they are.

This is an original story, so this doesn’t happen during any of the games, or have any of the canon characters, this could be an alternate timeline, maybe one where the p2 timelines never split?? That’s not super important, but it does take place in sumaru city.

Or more accurately, it takes place in Yokohama! I’ll call it Sumaru City, but all of the background shots I’ll draw are just Yokohama. So.

The main cast is all based on each persona game, so for example Asuka is persona 3, so she’s blu-themed, and she's coming to terms with the limited time she has and to stop caring about other people because of it. Nana is based on persona 2 so she’s scarlet red themed and her character development is being like “yeah horrible things have happened to me, but I can decide if I become more bitter and angry because of it, or I can become a loving and supportive person instead.”, etc, etc.

So all of these people (Asuka Iwasaki, Nana Akiteru, Mikuru Saki, Ruuna Narumi, and Oka Morishita)

are childhood friends, Oka, Asuka, and Nana being the first to meet, and then Saki and Ruuna move in and meet them after, and they become INSEPARABLE like these 5 are just a package deal. They are split up between the two schools from persona 2, but they just run to the middle point once school ends to hang out anyway.

Ok so for the actual PERSONA stuff!!

In 2022, (when this story takes place), a strange phenomenon has been happening for about 4 years.

People have noticed objects or ideas from their dreams appearing in reality, but only to them. Reflections change to their fantasy self, surroundings shifting for only a moment.

Mental illness diagnosis and hospitalization have gone up tenfold, even if the patient's family history doesn’t have any listed psychosis cases. It’s baffled scientists and other researchers for years, as there seems to be no rhyme or reason to it.

More recently, a particularly extreme set of cases has started happening all over japan. People have started suddenly going into a psychotic breakdown, speaking absolute nonsense and parading through the streets, possibly hurting other people or causing property destruction. They also end up admitting things they would NEVER admit willingly while in this trance, I have this vivid idea of a married man falling victim to this, and admitting to his wife that he never actually saw her as anything other than a friend and that he only married her to ignore the fact that he was gay and in love with his best friend. This character wouldn’t be important, just an idea of what happens.

They can not be stopped unless death or stamina runs out. Eventually, they run out of energy and collapse on the spot! Just. Crumple. These patients almost always fall into a coma and die after a month or so. When they are in that coma, their brain shuts off completely. Not even essential brain waves are active, and yet, their heart still beats?? I haven’t figured that part out uh

The apparent cause has been privately researched by two scientists by the names of Lain Hayashi and Ayaka Suzuki, as well as their assistants Ami Iwasaki and Ichiro Narumi.

Ami is Asuka’s Cousin, and Ichiro is Ruuna’s older brother and legal caretaker, as well as the owner of the house they live in. Ami lives there too, her and Ichiro have been dating since they were in school.

Both of them are super cute together. I adore them. the heterosexuals ever.

The “Lab” (I haven’t thought of a name for it, probably something like project blank) came up with the theory of the “Rem cycle” phenomenon, as well as the idea of the “inside”

Only persona users can enter the inside, so out of the research team, only Ami and Ichiro can enter it.

The inside is a HUGE towering hospital with a large labyrinthine courtyard.

I’ll talk about the courtyard first, it’s like mementos essentially. Something like..” forgotten dreams are laid to rest here” so it’s overgrown and stuff. It’s actually off to the side, so it’s like. Out of the way.

The individual dreams are separated into wards. These wards are basically pockets of whatever dream the holder is having. So, for example, if someone is having a dream where they are the Prime Minister, the dream world would be that version of japan. Or if anyone had a dream about being a princess in a Victorian castle then the ward would be that area of the world, and more particularly whatever castle they would live in. Persona users are not exempt from falling victim to this. Using my last example, one of my ocs is actually like that. She is completely aware that she is in a dream, and that her real body will die. She’s able to control everything around her because of that awareness. This is exclusive to persona users. But in most cases, at least the only case I had written which is aforementioned, they have to fuse with their shadow, therefore taking its place. I haven’t worked out all the logistics of that, so come back to me on that later. I just know that fusing causes heterochromia, with one eye being their natural color, whichever one the dominant side of their handsis, and the other being the yellow that shadows are known for. It also causes incredible power shifts that can be very physically dangerous. It doesn’t however cause any split personality tropes, because the shadow is them, so there’s no battle for control type things. Hypothetically there could be if you fuse with a shadow that is not your own, but I haven’t thought about that much.

The goal of these persona users is to kill the shadow and release the holder, or in the case of the fused people, get them to relinquish control and allow the ward to crumble and for them to return to reality.

When in the inside, persona users get their own outfits. Basically the metaverse outfits or magical girl transformations. Small colors change depending on the Ward, however.

Another interesting thing, particularly skilled persona users can bend the inside to their whims, if only in certain ways. Things like weapons appearing from thin air, floating/flying, destroying different structures,etc.

Two shadows end up joining the team as well after the rest of their awakenings. They are completely safe and stuff no like. Betrayal.

They didn’t have a name so they asked the team to name them.

Shadow A ends up asking for “the prettiest cutest loveliest name you can give me” so, she got Kokorohime MajiBaton Loveha. The ultimate KiraKira bs name. Everyone calls her Hime but she insists strangers call her by her full “legal” name, much to everyone else’s dismay.

Shadow B asked for any name that didn’t sound like that. So they got Natsuro Masa. Yay! New team members get. The two move in with Ruuna and Ami and Ichiro! Ami thought they were so cute so she was fine with it, And Ichiro was too tired to care and they had an extra room anyway. He basically just said “whatever kids have fun”

Eventually, they named the team “ dream saviors” or “YumeYumis!” I just call them the saviors in my head.

Other random stuff includes:

All of the saviors' (and Ichiro and Ami's) personas are the muses from Greek mythology! Some of these are super shallow relations but uh. Ignore that it will make sense eventually!! Here is The list of personas and how they connect to the characters are:

Ami has Erato, the muse of Love poetry. She’s like dangerously in love with Ichiro, like. Girly would put her life on the line for that man. (and it’s completely mutual dw)

Ichiro has Clio, the muse of history. Uh. He’s smart! That’s it!! I kind of didn’t have any other ideas for him I’m so sorry my baby boy.

Nana has Melpomene, the muse of tragedy and chorus. Nana has gone through some stuff. Like really. I haven’t exactly decided what. But I do know it’s some STUFF. So uh. Tragedy!

Saki has Calliope, The muse of epic poetry. Saki is a hardcore theater kid. She works for a theater troupe and is their rising star!

Asuka has Euterpe, the muse of music. She’s the headliner of a metal band. Yeah. Kinda clear there.

Oka has Polyhymnia, the muse of Hymns and sacred poetry. She’s a writer. Yet again, that’s it!!

Hime has Terpsichore, the muse of dancing. Hime's inside outfit (or what she wore for her entire life before getting pulled out of the inside) was a ballerina ensemble. Yet again, super shallow, but I feel like she would like dancing anyway.

Natsuro has Urania, the muse of astronomy! She’s space themed, but like 70’s science fiction space stuff??? You know what I meant!!

Last but not least, Ruuna has Thalia, the muse of comedy. Joking and being like, high energy is her coping mechanism. And uh. Yeah. That’s it!!

You might also be asking “why don’t Ichiro and Ami go save these people themselves” because they literally can’t!!

One, they are disallowed by Lain and Ayaka to do anything outside of looking around, and killing any random shadows walking around the hallways. They also just can’t enter the wards. The saviors are the “keys” to the wards because of fate and stuff. If the two followed behind them they could, that’s actually how they found out how they are researching the rem cycle.

Anything past any of this I don’t know. Lol.

[masongrizchel]

Coding Diaries: Data Cleaning with Pandas (p2)

In my last post, I talked about how Pandas makes data cleaning more efficient. But as I dive deeper into real-world datasets, I’ve realized that data cleaning is rarely as simple as filling in missing values or removing duplicates. Unexpected challenges always pop up, forcing me to rethink my approach.

This post is about the messy, sometimes frustrating, but ultimately rewarding journey of cleaning real data—beyond just running a few Pandas functions.

When Standard Fixes Aren’t Enough

1. Dealing with Messy Text Data

One of the biggest surprises in data cleaning? Text columns that look fine—until you try to use them. Recently, I worked with a dataset where a "Category" column had inconsistent capitalization, extra spaces, and even hidden special characters.

Lesson learned: Never trust text data at first glance. Always check for inconsistencies.

2. The Hidden Danger of Missing Values

Missing values aren’t just blank cells. Sometimes, they show up as "NULL", "N/A", or even " - " in a dataset. Pandas treat these as text, not missing values.

This saved me hours of debugging later when I realized why my "empty" values weren’t actually being treated as NaNs.

Lesson learned: Always define missing values explicitly. Don’t assume Pandas will catch everything.

3. Unexpected Duplicates

Duplicate rows seem easy to fix, right? But what if some duplicates are partial? In a dataset of customer transactions, I found multiple entries with the same name but slightly different addresses. 

Pandas wouldn't treat these as duplicates, even though they refer to the same person. A quick fix was to standardize addresses before removing duplicates:

Lesson learned: Not all duplicates are identical. Standardizing data first makes a huge difference.

The Reality of Data Cleaning

Every dataset has its quirks. Some issues are easy to fix, while others require deeper investigation. What I’ve realized is that data cleaning isn’t just about applying Pandas functions—it’s about understanding the data, spotting inconsistencies, and making informed decisions about how to handle them.

Pandas is an incredible tool, but no function can replace a careful review of your dataset. Each cleaning step should be intentional, documented, and, when possible, automated for future use.

I’m still learning, but one thing’s for sure—cleaning data is just as important as analyzing it. Have you encountered any tricky data-cleaning challenges? Let’s discuss this in the comments!