#street gokart

[superm4ks]

M [max/charles] on ao3 | re-published 2024-02-26

relationship study, unreliable timeline, unreliable narrator, time skips, reckless driving, unhealthy relationships, 2023 szn compliant, ‘something’s cosmic’ by angel Olsen 🔭🔮

before we draw

Need has a strange grip on him lately. Need filters through everything else, slips through the cracks and fills him up to the brim. It doesn’t spill, though, not until he has Max’s hands on him. It’s Max’s permission that he seeks, the wet glide of his lips and the press of his body, all-encompassing and hurried but also disciplined. Thorough. No need to rush. Rushing is for the gokart tires burnt down to the rubber and rain splatters on foggy lids that don’t close so well. Faulty equipment given to children who wanted to see death and more often than not, did. That was the time for rushing. If you’d ask Charles, his time is running out. He’s on a schedule, still, while Max collects what he calls 'bonuses'. No, Max has no need to rush. Outside the track, Max only chases what he wants. He never races, either. He chases right up until Charles realizes it’s futile to pretend he hasn’t been looking over his shoulder expecting to find him there. Then, they make a conscious bargain of mutually assured destruction. They draw. Need spills. And takes everything else with it. A great flood. 

Charles is walking home, or trying to, anyway, stumbling through narrow, dimly lit streets that he knows to be empty at that hour of the night, drunk and moody and overall a bit of a pitiful sight. He’s going on an adventure. Sometimes he gets into these funks, especially in Monaco. The music becomes too loud, and the arm around his waist isn’t welcome anymore, the smell of hard liquor is nauseating, and he wants to slap the vape out of his friend’s mouth and step on it.

He’s not a dramatic person. Not really. The solution to this is usually simple. He leaves, alone, or asks his girlfriend to go home with him. Tonight, he’s alone.

He hears the Porsche before he sees it, the engine’s sweet, gentle purr slow to a stop next to him, terrible EDM blasting from inside, before the window rolls down and Max wolf-whistles from the driver's seat.

“Oh my goodness, it’s Charles Leclerc.” He mocks, high-pitched and annoying. Then he laughs. There’s no one else in the car with him. He’s in boxer briefs, his shirt is on backwards, and his hair looks like it’s been tugged at. Charles wants to climb inside and check if his thighs are as warm as they look. They look warmer than his face feels. He settles for a smile. 

“Hello. How are you?”

Max’s grin grows like Charles said something funny. “I’m fantastic, man. It’s a lovely night.” Charles leans against the Porsche door, even though that’s rude, it’s a Porsche, and finally catches the haziness in Max’s eyes, his full blown pupils and bitten lips, gooey almost, slick with spit. Someone’s been kissing him, blowing smoke into his lungs. Charles licks his own, slowly, and Max’s hands squeeze around the steering wheel. Max is on an adventure, too. Charles has half a mind to make him chase tonight. 

“Not so lovely for me.” He comments. “See, I’m too hot, mate. Too fucking hot." 

“Ah, yeah. You need a ride home? It’s not a problem.” He says. Charles almost rolls his eyes. Easy come. Hard go.

Then, again, they’re the same.

“No, not home.” He says, affronted, almost. Charles looks across the street, checks both ends. He drops into the passenger seat like he’s done it a hundred times before. If he shuts the door too hard, Max doesn’t mind. He seems happy enough that Charles cut their little ritual short. It hasn’t even been that long. Max should count his lucky stars. God knows he’s got plenty. “Alright, then, drive me somewhere, racing driver.” Charles says. He meets Max’s hooded eyes with his own, faux-wide ones. “Oh, Max. Max, I know. Let’s do La Corniche. Whichever you prefer. You know what I mean, yes? Like, route nationale, by the sea. It's so pretty at night." 

Max takes a deep breath. “Yes, I know. I do live here.” Charles looks back outside so he can hide his smile.

“Oh, really? Sorry. We barely see each other."

“Monaco is such a big town, mate, 's easy to miss.” Max says under his breath. He fiddles with the radio for a bit, picks another playlist, a dirtier, matured selection, and lowers the volume, like Charles doesn’t know what he’s up to. Max does certain things, to focus. To calibrate, not just his car, but Charles, too, like an engineer. Rile him up, drag him back down. “You look nice, by the way.” Max adds, nonchalantly. He lays one hand on the back of Charles' neck and squeezes. “‘had fun? Where did you go?”

Charles hiccups on a breathless little laugh, and then another, louder one. He is sticky, red and disheveled. His hair is a mess. But Max has jerked off watching him wash yellow puke off his sleeves in a dirty bathroom sink. He’s seen Charles after maman got too bold with her scissors and ran his fingers through his hair with a stupid look on his face. Max is the easiest hookup of his life. And the most complicated. “Oh, you wouldn’t know the place. Max. La Grand Corniche, then. Allez.” Charles says, instead of, you’re so sweet. Don’t bother.

He’s not a dramatic person.

Once upon a time, he didn’t think about Max’s hands at all. Definitely not the way he does now, how they look on the steering wheel of a sports car, how they feel, inside him, barely outside, inside again, wet, dry, wrapped around his cock, covered with tape, and the marks they leave behind, the weight they carry, hours later, when Max is gone but Charles isn’t, and nothing lingers quite like being held by someone who could break him, and never does. Never rushes. Takes his time. A racing driver who takes his time. 

•••

Go karts are quiet before the start. Charles only qualified below third a handful of times, and one of those times, Max didn’t beat his lap, either. It wasn’t often that they were next to each other. Behind each other, in front of each other, but it was strange, and startling, to glance at the space to his right and find Max’s head already turned in his direction. Waiting.

Max held up his glove, and Charles watched as he brought his hand up to his own helmet and tapped on it, twice. Charles mirrored him, instinctively, and realized he’d forgotten to shut his visor.

He flickered it closed. There was a hint of something scary, there, something reckless, and oddly satisfying. Kind of like standing too close to open flame. Flame that you own, that belongs to you. Flame you can lick off skin, and spit down a cupid's bow.  A Strange feeling. It'll pass. They raced. Poorly, by all accounts. Charles isn’t sure who won that time, if they finished the circuit at all.

Some weekends it only took seeing the CRG motorhome to get a twitch in his jaw. It'll pass. 

He could find out, if he wanted, about their gokart classifications. Maman kept all his karting notebooks, even the stupid Spiderman ones. He hopes Max never asks to see those, although they’ve spoken about it. Max has vivid memories of Charles sitting next to his father in snack bars all over Europe, scribbling away after races. He told Charles he thought it was ‘impressive’ for a kid to have such an analytical mind. Charles was writing mean things about him. Whole pages. Sometimes racing had nothing to do with it. Just fucking mean shit. Big lips. Gay. Gay hands. My friends think you’re a cocksucker. I agree. If Max ever reads those pages--Charles doesn't know what he'd do. Max is a stranger he knows all too well. For a long time Charles made the mistake of underestimating just how fucking crazy Jos Verstappen's son was. Jos Verstappen's son would skim through Charles' Spiderman notebooks and sigh and purse his lips. Those fucking lips of his.

They’re adults now. Max chased to claim and he claimed Charles the moment they met. Why he still bothers to chase him, Charles doesn't know.

A week after the tournament, back in Monaco, Charles noticed a tiny crack on his practice helmet. He tapped on it with his finger. His heart beat faster, and he tapped on it again. He flickered his visor shut, then opened it once more.

It didn’t pass.

•••

Charles puts his head out of the window, then his shoulders and finally his waist. He holds onto the roof of the car for balance and keeps one leg hooked under the seat, just in case. He’s not that drunk anymore.

Warm air hits his face, thick and suffocating like the blow of an exhaust pipe. Max says something, probably a little annoyed, get down, but Charles isn’t listening. He takes a deep breath and screams, hard enough to make his throat hurt, “Fuck you. Fuck me. Fuck you. Que veux-tu de moi? “His voice breaks. Charles heaves, laughs, tries again. “Fuck you.”

He gets no answer, nothing but the quiet echo of the night, the infinite stretch of the sea, a platform of darkness held suspended in some planet, of some universe, that is both uncaring as it is merciless. Charles hits the roof with a closed fist. “You see?” He yells. “You see what I get, Max? I get nothing.”

He tries to breathe in some fresh air, catch some of the cooler breeze. No relief. It’s too warm.

The car is too fucking warm when he slides back inside.

He slumps down on his seat with sweat pouring down his back, his shorts rucked up into the crease of his thighs. He spreads his legs under the glove box, arches his spine against the sticky leather, panting. He puts his hand on the ventilators and feels nothing. The AC isn’t on. Why the hell isn’t the AC on? Max is a fucking furnace.

“Can you, sweetheart, please—can you turn on the air conditioner? I’m begging you.” Charles heaves. He reaches for the touch screen and Max lets go of the handbrake to grab his wrist and hold it still. Max isn’t looking at him. His eyes are glued to the road, red but still watchful. Charles�� panic morphs into an urge of a different kind. Ah, but that is what he came for. That unshakable focus. All to himself.

“It’s on. 'have to wait a bit, yeah.” Max says, voice curt. He blows out a breath and adds, "You could've fucking dented my car, mate." 

“Aw, but it's too hot. I'm not thinking right. Look. Regarde moi, putain." 

Max huffs, drags a hand across his face. He looks at Charles, finally, and smiles. “I am. I like you like this.” Charles purses his lips and pretends that doesn’t make him blush.

His heartbeat quickens, still, as Max’s foot gets heavier on the pedal. They go faster on the straight. His stomach drops to his gut. “You're not angry?" He leans in to kiss the corner of Max’s lips again, but Max tilts his head. It catches him off-guard, and his heart soars. He makes a noise that Max definitely hears over the music and he doesn’t care.

Every time they kiss Charles forgets himself. It’s never like that, with other people. He's addicted to it, the ease with which they fall into each other. The way Max's spit coats his tongue and his lips, and when they part for air he takes Charles’ weight over the console and lets Charles hide his face in the curve of his shoulder. He lets Charles touch his waist, his stomach, his chest, every part of him he can reach, even the dampness under his arms. Max keeps dragging his hand over Charles' back, up and down, and it’s grounding and exhilarating all at once.

Charles does have a setup. And Max knows his setups. 

•••

The last time they slept together, Max left his phone behind in Charles’ living room, and Charles tiptoed into his apartment hallway and waited for the elevator to come back up. Max stumbled out of the cabin with the grace of a baby giraffe, face tired, usual spit-bitten smile, oh, Jesus, thank you, my fucking car told me, mate, because like, it didn’t connect to the blueftooh, and Charles almost asked him to stay. Almost. He thinks he might, one day. It feels that way, like they’re building into something truly terrifying. And when Charles does ask him, stay, and Max says no, because he has a family, and Charles has a girlfriend—then maybe that’s when it finally ends. Chase over. Nothing more to offer. 

Or maybe Max says yes. He stays. And saying yes would mean something like, I’ll keep chasing you for as long as you'll let me. I’ll chase you forever. In Monza, in a red racing suit, what could that possibly fucking mean? Jos Verstappen' son, what could he possibly fucking mean?

Charles likes to pull things apart so he can put them back together. Like puzzle pieces. Max’s piece never fits because the whole point is to build around him.

•••

It’s late. He’s in a funk. Max has terrible taste in music.

Charles buries his hand between Max’s thighs and squeezes Max’s cock through his briefs “You should probably stop the car.” He whispers in Max’s ear.

The breaks screech with a sharp turn of the wheel and the car comes to a sudden halt on the side of the road. The world tilts, spins, then freezes. He fucking drifted, the asshole. Max turns the engine off, and the radio goes with it. He keeps the headlights on, though. Red and blue beacons in the dark, pointed at the ocean right below.

The cliffs are empty. He starts shimmying out of his gross shorts, max starts tugging his own shirt over his neck, and there’s nothing in this world that could stop them from coming together tonight. Nothing. Charles knows that, even if nothing else. It’s the only truth he knows, has known, since he was a kid with an open lid and Max signaled him to flick it shut. Max lowers back Charles’ seat without much finesse and Charles opens his legs to accommodate him. It's a Porsche, not a truck. He doesn't fit. But he's Max. That's not his problem. 

•••

It didn't pass. 

[the-firebird69]

1/2 size Ferrari Gokart

You definitely can make a car this size and it can be street legal the lady is kind of a normal size about 5'6 and the car is small it's a little bit too small you want to be about a foot longer and a half a foot or a foot wider and you can do that with a go-kart one size up and they make them and you've been arguing with our son you can't and you're not right and you make it out of glass and you have a frame and a roll cage and it would be the size of the old Fiat a little bit bigger actually and it will go fast but 150 mph and a lot of people would be able to drive them and they'd have a car and it would be a kit and pulled up bottom up very cheap very easy to build a sun could ride in one I don't even bounce it only be about 45 horsepower and it's great for people to 100 lb and you go that fast with two of you in it so I guess he could go that fast with one of them about 130 yeah I don't have a ton of power but they have torque to keep the power there and feeling noisy but boy wouldn't it be fun with this particular car bigger of course the exact size nowadays they don't have cars shape this way you mentioned the lotus the real small one that has the big humps in the front it would be about 3 in shorter and 2 inches less than width and you don't have to make it massively low profile it would be lower because of the style but really you would love it you would love this thing it's nice and what a way to make a car and he says you could also use Harley Davidson engines for these it would be a different car more like a small truck and they would work the humbug is a great idea it should be a little bigger than this or a little bigger than the lotus it's the oldest spree no and he knows the name but it's a little bit bigger and it is the next step up and the humbug would be great with a Harley-Davidson motor or any motorcycle it's over 800 cc's and you want it so it actually works off road and boy it would be a lot of fun they would not do not like proficient off-road vehicles but they work very well the liquid cooled ones are better and some of the motorcycle engines know all of them would be great for something like this the car is a little bit bigger and it would have to come out of the hood a little but it would sound awesome and it would move it would go about 190 mph and you build it a little more sturdy but yeah it's not hard and a lot of people can build them they have some in separatist cities now I'll have a lot because motorcycles suck and this would have a cage and after a while people notice you get an accident with the cage and you're going to get hurt

We're going to go ahead and polish this is a great idea

Thor Freya

Olympus

Zues Hera

[thisisryderinjapan]

Independent Excursion - Media Reflection - GoKarting!

On one of the free days I reserved a go-kart for myself so that I could drive it through the streets of Tokyo. As I mentioned in my blog post from that day, the entire reason I did this was actually because I saw it represented in a YouTube video and figured it looked really cool. It was a little bit annoying getting to the location because there was some kind of event happening during my time slot that I only figured out was happening because, when I left the station, there were massive crowds of people and everyone was getting herded onto busses. I almost got herded onto a bus myself because the people directing traffic were quite insistent that everyone get on the bus, but I am really glad I didn’t because I saw the busses drive in the opposite direction I needed to go, so I’m not sure what that was all about. It probably doesn’t help that I stick out like a sore thumb as a tourist, so I imagine they assumed I was attending whatever tourist thing was happening that day. Anyways, once I got through the crowd I found the go karting place and checked-in. The lady at the desk spoke very good English which meant I had successfully found an extremely touristy spot! Obviously, given that I discovered this in a YouTube video that I found when looking up things to do in Japan this was completely expected, but I think the link between good English and tourism is so reinforced and reliable it’s a little comedic. I picked out an outfit (a minion from despicable me of course) and then we watched a quick training video about how to drive the karts as well as some basic rules of the road. From the video I had watched, I was expecting the scene to be similar to what I had seen in other movies that had portrayed Tokyo: flashing lights, glitz and glamor, and bustling streets full of people. Now, keep in mind this was our last free day in Tokyo, so we had already been in the country for a while so at this point I had already realized that it was going to be super hot and I was going to be sweating the whole time. But, beyond this, the YouTube video I had watched had shown soaring glass buildings with nice roads encircled by plants and decoration, and given that I hadn’t driven at all in the country, I wasn’t really sure what to expect and had no reason to be skeptical of the accuracy of the video. What I can say is the video was certainly accurate for parts of the experience, but much of the trip took place on super bumpy roads with not much to look at, which was definitely not portrayed in the media I had watched. This wasn’t a super huge deal because most of the experience comes from the fact that you are driving a go-kart in Tokyo so the scenery at any given moment doesn’t necessarily make or break the experience, but what does definitely worsen the experience is the fact that the roads were bumpy and the go-karts had exactly ZERO suspension (which was also definitely not portrayed in the video). Literally all you had between you and the bumps of the road was the air in the tires (which are super hard on go-karts in case you were wondering). Overall, I would say by the end of the experience, it was very clear that the YouTube video I had watched had cherry-picked the best and brightest scenes of the experience (obviously) and that it had left out virtually all the normal roads, potholes, and boring buildings that characterized at least 80% of the experience. At the end of the day, I am glad I did it because it was such a novel experience that can’t really be had anywhere else, but I don’t think I would do it again and I would say if you have some kind of medical condition or are pinched on time and figuring out what things you can skip, this would be one of them; especially considering the ticket was around a hundred USD.

[cartots-blog1]

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[badmusejail]

WD was content to led them lead through the streets. His own gaze swept the surrounding area--but truthfully, there wasn't much that really held his interest anymore. Or, perhaps, it was more accurate to say he was willing to give just about anything a shot.

Like most urban settlements, it appeared that a vast majority of the buildings were office space, abandoned for the night; a few clubs and bars scattered about, the bass from the music thudding faintly through the concrete. Some sort of antigravity bowling advertised on one building; an utterly massive structure that by all the lights and billboards was almost certainly a casino. A sky tram lazily drifting over top the buildings, though it was unclear exactly where the stations were. What appeared to be a Ferris Wheel blinked in the distance, and what may have been some sort of GoKart track seemed to stretch across a few of the buildings.

"I can't say it's an area that's held my interest. Really, for as much as I'm involved in tech--or maybe because of--I'm not really a fan of all these heavily constructed, concrete jungles as they call them. I prefer the natural phenomenon, the waterfalls and deserts. The strange things produced in faraway galaxies beyond your wildest dreams."

Atieno couldn't help but chuckle in response to his admission.

"Well, that means this should be quite the adventure then.." the sheer curiosity that was running through them perked up their enthusiasm.

"I see, I see. Might as well keep going and just keep a close eye out ... now I'm genuinely intrigued by the idea of exploring this area more."

They continued to walk besides him, letting their gaze focus on anywhere they could potentially see something of interest.

[shezdevilish]

[mothpile]

huuh had a dream I was in the TMA apocalypse but Cooler™ bcoz like . there were ppl n stuff out there Surviving . I was vibing w/Jon n Martin n I was my cool TMA Sona.. got 2 fly so that was Epic .. n there was a Giant Hog . Giant Killer hog .

[gordonknorth]

Spring 2022 doodles ... 

[gumy]

Stopkart 

[ottobot-prime]

More activities around Akihabara & Tokyo. By the way... Mario number 1! #MarioKart #MarioBros #luigi #Yoshi #Maricar #gokarts #Tokyo #akihabara #tokyoskytree #SkyTree #Japan #Tower #ElectricTown #Driving #Asia #traveling #Anime #Manga #FoodMenu #Translation #Japanese #Nintendo #SuperMario #FunTimes #Rolling #Street #Cosplay #cosplaying (at Akihabara Electric Town)

[travellingfoodie]

Tokyo Go-Kart! Real Life "Mario Kart" Street Go-Kart Tour in Japan

[theorbdotcom]

i've found a whole list i made of the unused unus annus video ideas that they discussed in one of the last videos. i don't remember the context for a lot of them but some are very funny. i particularly like "volcano?" and "fire house ?" cause i have absolutely no idea what they mean and i don't think i ever did considering the question marks. i also got lazy near the end, sorry. lastly, i found a screen recording i took of them singing the sound of silence (hello darkness my old friend)??? i have no idea what that was, why they did that, or why i saved it, but now you get to see it at the bottom of this post

okay without further ado, here are the unus annus video ideas they never used

parkour

claustrophobic (wrapping each other in rugs)

blacklight (in each others rooms)

watching ethan sleep

5 senses

guessing each other's wills

william osman how many licks (build lick machine)

asking youtubers what they've always wanted to do (and doing it, they post video and delete it with unus annus)

mark gets his nipple pierced if they don't reach 1 million subscribers in time

tattoos

making weapons for each other and dueling with them

500 v 2 paintball (500 fans vs mark & ethan)

stunt car driving

skydiving

bungee jumping (with pokimane)

preforming in a burlesque show (w/ vixen deville)

mark gets bit by bullet ant

how much criticism can ninja take (bullying ninja over the phone)

how many copies of fortnite can a bullet take (or elmo)

pressuring david dobrik to buy us a car

susan wojcicki lie detector

learn braille

drunk driving in go karts

forcing shane dawson to do a conspiracy video on us

cage diving

trivia phone drop

covered in bees (see bee keeper)

thermal dick camera to find eachothers kinks

boner pill olympics

laxative olympics

michael reeves does something fucked up

craigslist stylist

being each other's personal assistants

lemonade stand (set stand up across the street from kids lemonade stand)

head to head

using as seen on tv products

trying to trigger the adpocalypse

buying everything my dog touches (slavery? if they touch a person)

building a house of cards on chica

blood drive haunted house

super soaker enema

going to couples therapy

going to area 51

going to area 52

fuck machine thanksgiving

props pop up shop

paint the office with our bodies

get an office

the shining challenge (getting chased by axe "murder" through a maze)

youtuber prom (forced to bring youtuber date, 360 camera in between dancers)

youtuber speed collab

trying to make each other fall asleep

staying awake as long as possible

one hour movie challenge (1 hour to write, 1 hour to film)

eating like the rock for a day

parasailing

who can do it first (back tuck vs back full)

yoga on paddle boards

jujitsu

learning to ride a tandem bike (obstacle course)

mattress rafting (white water rafting or going down the stairs with a mattress)

tap dancing classes

doubles ice skating (w/ game grumps)

interviewing a pornstar

how many rubs does it take to go through skin

making each others fursonas

meet a mortician

going to marks storage unit

renting the most expensive airbnb

living like team 10 for a day

youtuber sleep over (after prom)

mark get waterboarded while ethan gets tickled

volcano?

how far can we get on birds (scooters)

youtuber graduation (for all the youtubers that never went to college)

asmr slime making

building gokarts (the down hill kind?)

getting a couples massage

surfing lessons

raccoon cafe

cuddling workshop

chainsaw carving

trapeze

curling lessons

becoming an entrepreneur

clown class

parkour class

meditation

speed dating

learning accents from a linguistics coach

fire house ?

saving each other from drowning

pizza delivery to fans

quicksand

darkness for 24 hours

geochashing

hello darkness my old friend

camp annus–kernville

mud wrestling

making realistic things (armchair/beanbag)

dog cone

glory hole

burying ethan in the sand

the perfect disguise

smelliest smells

gamble all the adsense

[insomniziam]

I’m not sure what your anon was referring to as far as a story from InTouch, because I actively avoid all that garbage, but I do agree it’s one of the more ridiculous and over-the-top tabloids. They’ve always made their nut on reality TV promo stunts, (big surprise that gokart’s family utilizes them) and rarely “breaking” stories.

To that, I’d hesitate to give much more credibility to stories from the other publications mentioned. Even if the stories are sold to them via publicists, it doesn’t make any of those stories any more or less true. TMZ certainly breaks major stories, but they’re still exploitative and chasing the bottom line.

Which leads me to holding back a rant on the alleged Zayn “bar fight” TMZ “broke” last year. Utter nonsense. In my opinion, that was completely staged and I sincerely don’t believe Zayn was in on it (or at least not entirely/truthfully).

This is probably an irrelevant tangent, but I lived in LA and worked in Beverly Hills for years in the mid aughts. Even then, celebrities calling paps on themselves wasn’t nearly as prevalent as it is now (as far as I know), but paps weren’t just hanging around waiting on the street corners. My best example is Posh and Becks being followed through the mall I worked in by a gaggle of paparazzi, and I’d never once seen a photographer there, while most of my American colleagues were like “who now?” Strange that the paps knew where to be just then?

I also lived in the East Village for years. My local bar was only a few blocks from where the Zayn incident occurred, and I encountered a-list celebrities on multiple occasions. One in particular was a pretty consistent regular as she was going through a high profile divorce, and I never once saw paparazzi in the vicinity. Had she wanted them to see her, surely they’d have been there? And even if she didn’t want them there, I could easily see headlines about her “going wild” or some other bullshit, considering she was in the same bar on multiple nights. But they obviously weren’t following her around without someone notifying them to. Clearly she actively wanted privacy and it wasn’t hard to get it, and just maybe she had management and publicists that supported as much?

I apologize for the long and largely irrelevant rant (I’ve genuinely edited myself, lol), but I guess my point is that none of these publications, including even more “credible” sources like Vanity Fair and Vogue, should be entirely trusted. This is all a business, and publicists and management largely control the narratives.

(Unrelated, I totally agree that T and Z are just friends. I’m an old, and I thought as much with OG Tobey and Kirsten when that was happening.)

Hi, I hope you don't mind me answering this publicly but I think you've made some rather good points that I think should be shared!

I probably should have clarified a little in my previous ask when I said that the Daily Mail and the Sun are more credibly, I meant in terms of pushing the narrative. Because of course everything they say is complete bullshit, but at least with them they actually push the narrative that his team want everyone to believe.

And I am not at all surprised on what you've stipulated in regards to the paparazzi, but it's good to get yet another confirmation. People don't realise how this industry has evolved over time, and they just believe whatever the celeb they stan says.

Fair warning this gets long, and I get mad because shit like this involving children really pisses me off

The fact that this woman was covered head to toe with a face mask making her completely unrecognisable to everyone else should be enough evidence to see that she called them.

She puts up this paragraph about wanting to protect her child's privacy and pleading with the paparazzi to blur her face when she is the one calling them, taking her daughter for a stroll, looking directly at them, walking closer toward them and then pulling the hood down so that little girl's face is directly in the eyeline of their cameras.

The audacity of this woman to act like she gives a shit about that little girl's privacy when she is constantly posting photos of her, letting her family use her for promo (at her first fucking birthday, mind you) for a shitty drink no one could give two fucks about, and worst of all calling the paparazzi to take photos of her, is absolutely astounding.

And her fans ignore it as if there's nothing wrong with what she's doing. Or they just use Yolanda as a scapegoat - everything is Yolanda's fault, as if G has no say in who gets to be around her daughter, or has no say on what happens in her own relationships as a grown ass woman. Sorry if that lame excuse doesn't work on me.

This isn't about Zayn at this point, this is a about someone using an innocent baby girl as a promotional tool for modelling campaigns. Blatant child exploitation, as bad as the Kardashian/Jenner clan, except G likes to act like she's the better person and show that she actually cares when her actions show the exact opposite

I hope this baby's father - whoever that is - steps in and says enough is enough. Because what they're doing with that poor baby girl is nothing short of sickening, and people need to start calling it out.

(and cheers about T and Z. I'm glad to see that not everyone is completely gullible)

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My brother guesses a3! Characters:

🌸 Spring troupe

Thomas: sakuya

Owns a business

Like kaiba korp

Gokart enthusiast

Orange pulp advocate

Joe : masumi

Grumbler

Karate man

Music fan

Vandalises his own house

Jeff : tsuzuru

Works under Thomas

Calm

Polar opposite to Joe (masumi)

Vr headset enthusiast

Kyle : itaru

Hero

Wants to be a top movie star

Serious

Bad humor

Darwin : citron

Everyone thinks he is female </3

Thomas' (sakuya) half brother

Cool but not

Egotistical

Becket : chikage

Party lover

High IQ

Ppl have a low opinion of him

Loves suits and ties

☀️ Summer troupe

Chris : tenma

Breed : different

Thinks alot

Looks cool

Secretly a super hero

Nemo : yuki

Villain

Secretly a shop manager

Transforms into a hammerhead shark

Becket's worst nemesis

Ben : misumi

Vampire (King vamp)

Immune to light

Murderer

Secretly a cleaning man

Xavier : muku

Mind reader

Knows Ben (misumi) is a vampire

Besties with Ben (misumi)

Mindcrushes people?? What does that mean help

Peter : kazunari

Also a vampire

Ben's (misumi) little brother

Eats animal blood

Homeless

Logan : kumon

Transforms into a tiger

Practically animagus

Tsundere

Likes penguin meat

🍁 Autumn troupe

Travis : banri

Gamer

On twitch

Shooter game lover

Kd: 4.49

Evan : juza

Brother of logan (kumon)

He turned into a liger (lion + tiger)

Strong

Boring

Jay : taichi

Loner

Breakdancer

Horror movie lover

Street fighter

George : azami

Thief/mugger

Hitman

Jay's (taichi) long lost brother

Football lover

Tony : omi

Questions his life

Wrestler

Wrestler name is called t-star

Heavyweight champ

Richard : sakyo

Evil

Thomas' (sakuya ) business nemesis

Attempted assassination on Thomas (sakuya)

Glasses can shoot lasers

❄️ Winter troupe

Disaster : tsumugi

Bad luck

Lonely :(

Sidekick powers bc of xavier (muku)

Hero

Octavious : tasuku

Scientist

Doctor

Father is a genius

Bitten by an octopus

Wade : hisoka

Scar that's why he covers his eye

Father issues

Carefree but not

Cries himself to sleep

Ruban : guy

Womper stomper enthusiast

Yugioh fan

Tired

Competes in yugioh tournaments

Taylor : azuma

Everyone loves him

Therapist

Rich

Besties with disaster (tsumugi)

Kevin : homrae

Dark magic man

Catchphrase: would you like ketchup with that

Hated

Annoying

(a/n: I only told my brother that they are acting troupes why does he have such a wild imagination-)

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