#that's too much buddh

[linddzz]

We got Australian Stonefish and these fucking gremlins are my favorite thing ever. This is the most venomous fish in the ocean. It's a hideous creature. It will kill you. I love it.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Does this count as the beach episode?

Jack was rambling on about the beach he was going to take him and Buddy. His partner giggled as he talked about the beautiful view of the boardwalk. How if you stand a certain way you can see the ocean shining like diamonds!

Having a list Jack checked everything so the beach day was 100% comfortable for Buddy. It consisted of sunscreen, snacks, actual food (for later), umbrella, towels and portable chargers for both your phones!

"I'm so excited! I'm so glad we had this break, I really missed going to the beach." Smiling Jack focused ok the road. It was Monday, the first day of the break so hopefully there would be a good spot for the car. Along with the perfect spot on the beach!

Parking his jeep the brown haired man hurried out to start unpacking the trunk. Buddy followed and helped him the best they could, grabbing a few bags. Jack carried most of the things he gave his lover a cheeky grins as he began speaking.

"I'm use to carrying most of the things for my folks! Dad told me I needed to make sure Mom didn't care too much. I know the perfect spot!" With one hand he gently took Buddy's and walked down to the beach. Luckily the spot Jack picked was easy to get to so walking up later wasn't gonna be a problem.

"Woah..." Whispering Buddh looked at the ocean in awe. It was so beautiful, the sounds of waves crashing against rocks and the smell of salty water. Jack giggled happily seeing their reaction, then guided them to the spot he wanted you guys to be at. Since it was a Monday not a lot of people were here, Jack was so glad for that.

"Usually this beach gets packed. Here I'll se the umbrellas up can you place the blanket down?" Asking he then slowly started setting the stuff down. Grabbing the huge umbrellas he packed for this trip, following Jack's ask Buddy placed the blue checkered blanket down.

Grabbing a few things to make sure it didn't move Buddy then got an idea. Turn to the cooler where the water, soda and light alcohol was dragging it a bit closer to the blanket. Using it to weight it down, they smiled as their idea worked.

"Damn thing how does it open again?" Huffing Jack struggled a bit. Then it opened with a fump, smiling triumphantly Jack stabbed the bottom into the ground then looking around placed a few bags to keep it upright.

"Your so silly!" Giggling Buddy got off the blanket and moved the food in the middle of the blanket. Jack laughed posing goofy looking at them.

"Yes I am! Now what bag did we put the sunscreen in?" Looking through a few bags the pale man tried finding it. Buddy giggled as he slowly got more confused not seeing it. Leaning down they grabbed it out of a backed he already check.

"What type of watch craft-" Compaining the brown haired man was silenced as Buddy kissed his lips. "Oop well never mind. Can you rub it on me?" Standing up Jack t-posed in front of Buddy. They nodded and began applying it, Jack flinched a bit at how cold it was. After a few minutes Buddy was almost done.

"When I'm done can you put it on my back, Jack?" Humming a reply Jack felt calm as Buddy rubbed the cream on him gently.

"Bow I won't get sunburnt and look like a lobster!!" Excitedly saying Jack then took the sunscreen from Buddy. He made a smily face on their back, getting a laugh from his partner. Then he continued putting it on them, making sure to get everywhere.

"We don't want that at all. You can go in, I'm gonna drink some water first then get in." Kissing his cheek Buddy went to the cooler and got a water. Jack bent down and grabbed a net bag and started rambling.

"Okay! Oooh! I wonder if I can find a shell for you!" Running off Jack jumped into the ocean. Making it his mission to find you a seashell. Giggling from on the blanket you hear a ping from your phone.

Looking at it you see a text from a mutual friend say how she and a few others were going to the same beach. Texting back saying you were here and just to set up next to where both of you were. Placing the phone back down Buddy can hear Jack cheer from the ocean.

"I FOUND ONE! BUDDY COME SEE THIS!" Yelling Jack waved to his lover. Seeing the ocean loving man Buddy smiled Jack was so cute, ugh they love him so much.

"Coming!" Shouting back quickly and taking the cover they had on. Making sure everything was where it was supposed to be you then walked to the water.

"Look isn't this seashell so pretty! I found more too look!" Opening his next bag, they could see lots of what he found. There was a stripped venus, the thick and broadly triangular in shape with numerous fine concentric ridges. Taking it you smiled, it was really pretty

"Hhmm, you gonna make them into necklaces like the cute clam shell you found last time?" Questioning as you gently placed it back into the bag. Jack nodded as he began rambling about the sea glass he found.

"Maybe I could turn them into jewelry! Also I found these pretty rocks!" With that, you both moved looking for things in the sand. The waves moving both of you back and forth, hearing seagulls cry as they flew up.

At one point Jack splashed water at his lover, turning around Buddy did it back. This turned into a splashing competition as he didn't want to back down. Screaming while laughing you noticed some vars pulling up, oh shit you forgot to tell Jack.

"Hey I forgot to tell you but some of our friends decided to come here too. I told them they could set up by us. Sorry that I forgot." Shyly saying, Buddy knew Jack wanted a day with just them. But the brown haired man laughed and waved them off.

"It's fine. Plus, I can use them for labor to help me find for things!" With starry eyes Jack rushed out to greet the friends that came. Laughing silently to themselves Buddy walked right after him.

Turning one last time before meeting the fired group. The sight of the horizon captivated them, the light blue sky and the clear water. Barely any clouds in sight but there was a soft breeze, making it the perfect weather for swimming.

"Buddy! You coming?" Whipping around, they say Jack waving at them. Giggling they stalked out the water and yelled back.

"I'M COMING!" Trying not to fall on the sand since it was unstable. Buddy saw their friends setting their things up, Lily was chatting with Jack. Luke and Deval were arguing about the umbrella causing River to go help them.

Rolling their eyes they wondered how they met such people. But Buddy loved them, even if Luke and Deval were annoying with their arguments. River usually keeps them in line while Lily is off doing God knows what.

"Hey! Took ya long enough to get here!" Joking Buddy hugged Lily who squeezed them hard. Luke and Deval waved at them, River sent a smile as they focused on setting things up.

"Sorry, Deval was driving and Luke kept calling him a dumbass because he kept getting lost-" Lily had a mischievous look as she told the story. Deval who was holding the umbrella dropped it and shouted, interrupted her.

"RIVER KEPT GIVING ME STUPID DIRECTIONS!" Whining the white haired man then to Luke and glared. "Don't forget that I heard you talkin' shit in the back. You can't even drive! Wanna be passenger princess!" The blonde gasped hearing this and was about to shout but River smacked him.

"Don't." A stern glare silenced the long haired man. River, with all her 4ft glory, shot a glare at Deval who looked away. "And you. I gave you the right directions, not my fault you sick at driving. Now go unpack the chairs. Lily wants to tan or something."

Deval and Luke grumbled, the former grabbed the beach chairs and unfolded them. Getting a thank you from Lily, getting a eye roll from the white haired man.

"Hey Bud. Where'd you put the food? I'll set ours by it." Luke asked as he tugged a cooler with food bags in his arms. Lily then went to the small pile they had and took out a table.

"Oh just put it over here." Pointing to the left Buddy helped Lily bring the table over. After a few minutes of helping them set up, Jack wiped his sweat and looked at the others.

"Who's ready to get in? Its really nice! Plus I found lots of things." Opening the bag again the other two men came and looked into it. Deval rolled his eyes and spoke.

"That's just some junk." Unimpressed the olive skinned man then looked a the ocean. Luke, decided to poke some fun at him.

"What? Mad your not good like Jack at finding things? Last time we were here you found a hermit shell. With a hermit inside and it almost broke your finger." Giggling to himself, Deval turned and started arguing with him. The blonde yelled back and Jack was standing there with a withering look.

"How about you three see who can find the best thing then?" River said as she opened her book. "I'll be the judge." Jack sent a silent thank you to her and the two arguing agreed to it. The blonde and white haired men rushed off into the sea. Jack turned to Buddy and gave them a kiss.

"Love ya babe! I'll find you more cool things!" Excitedly saying Jack then rushed off into the waves again. Lily giggled as she turned to Buddy.

"You two are so cute. Ugh, when will it be MY turn?" Moaning she flopped on the blanket. River rolled her eyes as the purple hair girl complained.

"Maybe if you stopped flirting with everyone someone will take you serious." Bluntly saying the raven head turned a page in her book. Buddy sighed as they looked at Lily who gasped offended.

"I DON'T FLIRT WITH EVERYONE! Buddy tell her!" Pleading Lily pouted looking at them. Buddy sighed and nodded, causing Lily to cry then flop back on the blanket.

"You kinda are a flirt. But don't worry! Maybe you'll meet someone who'll match your freak?" Trying to make her feel better Buddy patted her back. The purple haired woman sprung back up and nodded.

"Your right! Now enough of this let's go in the water!" Squealing happily Lily sprayed sunscreen on and ran into the ocean. Buddy turned to River who waved them off before they could speak.

"I'm good, went swimming yesterday. Go have fun, Hon." Whispering the ravenette went back to her book. Buddy nodded and ran to the ocean, hearing another argument between the two men again.

"I swear they argue like a married couple!" Lily huffed as she fixed her bikini. It was starting to slip because she got to close to Luke and Deval wrestling in the water.

"Wouldn't be suprised if they were together. They got that tension you know?" Adding on buddy helped her quickly. Getting a thank you they both started swimming and talking.

Hours passed by, around the two hour mark Lily got out to sun bath. Saying she needed to add more to her tan, the purple haired woman always complained about being at a mostly in door college. She was losing her melanin and turning pale.

Deval and Luke went to River to see who found something cooler. About like an hour after Lily went to her, River said both of what they brought sucked.

Deval brought her what he thought was a rock but was a old can that got crushed into one. Luke found a shell, but it had a crab in it so he got pinched. Jack showed her a pretty rock that reminded him of her, it was black and smooth.

"Jack won." Taking the rock River happily put it in her bag. Causing the two who got bashed to whine, but a glare made them stop. After that, hours passed as the friend group enjoyed themselves.

"We should do a bonfire!" Lily suggested as she clapped her hands. The two arguing men paused and turned to her, then nodded. River lifted her glasses and quirked a brow, could they even do that?

"Lily, babe I don't know if we can?-" The black haired woman was interrupted by Deval.

"We can! Last month I went to a bonfire here, it was really cool. We just gotta make sure to clean up or we'll get fined for littering." The white haired man explained as he then turned to Jack with a grin. Luke matched his arguing buddy turning his attention on Jack.

"Let's go get wood!" Both men ran off to Jack's jeep. Sighing the brown haired man turned his his partner and kissed their forehead. Buddy giggled and kissed him back, on the cheek.

"I'll be back. Hopefully they dont argue again...." Sighing the pale man ran off to the two men. Buddy then turned to Lily who was talking about what they could do. Such as collecting rocks to make a circle, River sighed as she closed her book to help.

Guess this group is gonna be boring wood, Buddy though as they got up and collected rocks. Chatting with the two girls that were left behind, letting the men go do the hard work.

[race-week]

Hey Al, alot of people often talk about bringing back already existing older tracks into the calender, I think sepang for example is one of the ones I see mentioned more often but no one ever talks about india? is there a reason for that or was that just not a very interesting track because I was watching and old india race and it is definitely big enough for the current edition cars so?

No, Buddh was a good track and it was well liked by drivers and fans too.

It was initially signed up for a 5 year deal but it ended up only hosting F1 for 3 years. This was due to finances mainly, essentially they couldn’t recover the costs of the build and the fees to F1 through ticket sales.

There’s a few reasons why Buddh isn’t mentioned as much as some other tracks is for a two main reasons.

It only existed in F1 for a few years and at a period of dominance (Vettel won all 3 races held there)

It’d likely still not be economically viable. (Sepang could potentially be sponsored by Petronas making it slightly more possible)

To be honest because the Indian GP only existed for a very short time (in the grand scheme of F1) fans don’t have as many fond memories of it, as they do for Sepang, purely because Sepang was on the calendar for longer and has many memorable races (because there were more races)

[boxboxblog]

F1 Details: Hosting F1 Races and Ex Circuits

Hello, this post is a response to an ask about hosting F1 races and why certain circuits that used to be part of the calendar were removed from modern F1. Enjoy!

So, diving into hosting, it is a very massive deal for the cities that do it. It costs millions of dollars for a circuit to host an F1 race, but the positive side is that it draws international attention and millions of tourists. The goal is always to make more money than spent, hopefully from people there to see the race purchasing things and staying in the host city. F1 goes with certain cities depending on if they think it will be a popular venue, if the track is interesting and safe to race at, and how much the city pays them. You can see this in things like the fact that F1 has in the past few years waived the cost for Las Vegas and Miami. That tells us that F1 believes the US market could be very successful for them in the future, so they invest in the future to ensure they have a place there. Another example that shows some of F1's decision making is Monaco. Monaco pays the most to host F1 ($50M) and this is because they are the most lucrative race. F1 knows they can charge way more for them than anywhere else because Monaco makes so much more money from races than other venues do. This is why Monaco will always be on the race calendar.

But why do some races get removed? I'll explain a few old circuits and why they are no longer on the calendar.

Sepang: The Malaysian GP was held at Sepang from 1999 to 2017. This is a circuit still used by majority of other motorsports, but was axed from the F1 calendar for a variety of reasons. The main one is the decline of popularity in Malaysia, as F1 did not attract the same number of spectators as MotoGP (which still runs at Sepang). Another contributing factors was the increase in costs that the Malaysian government expected. The FIA decided that it just wasn't worth it anymore, as they were losing more money making payments than gaining from fan attendance.

(Sepang)

Nürburgring: Perhaps one of the most dangerous tracks on F1 history, this historical circuit was removed from the calendar in the late 1970s after Niki Lauda's almost fatal crash. It was known to be a particularly long and dangerous one even before this, and Lauda had actually suggested boycotting the race to other drivers due to the weather. They disagreed and the race went on. It was clear after this that the track was too dangerous (especially in rainy conditions) and this incident also showed that it would take a very long time for fire marshals and medical staff to reach a crash.

(A small part of the Nürburgring)

Buddh: The Indian GP was only part of F1 for 3 years and left in a rather dramatic fashion. It was a massive endeavor by the Indian government, costing them millions, and was expected to be a big tourist draw in India. F1 was also quite happy with the circuit, and it seemed like it was going to be popular with viewers. But when the Indian government reclassified F1 as entertainment rather than a sport, which would mean the higher entertainment fees would need to be paid to race there, the FIA ended their relationship rather unhappily. It was never used again.

(Buddh)

Reims-Gueux: An extremely popular French track from the classic era, it was in F1 until the late 1960s. It close due to financial difficulties, as the town it was bases in could not afford to pay the fee to host F1 races anymore. Today it is a historical site and attracts many tourists.

(Part of Reims-Guex today)

Sochi: The Russian GP was a very popular one, and was added to the calendar in 2014 after decades of discussions. It attracted a lot of fans and international attention. But in 2022 after the Russian Invasion of Ukraine, any relationship with the Russian government was ended and it was removed from the calendar. It was thought to maybe return in 2023, but as the war continued F1 terminated any contract for the Russian GP. Most think it won't be another few decades until it returns.

(Sochi)

Alright that is all. In general, when a circuit is dropped it is either for financial reasons, governmental conflicts, or lack of safety. Even some of the most internationally popular track (like Sepang and Sochi) can be dropped if there is not taste for F1 from the locals and difficulties with international affairs I hope I answered any questions surrounding this topic,

Cheers,

-B

[martian-astro10]

RANT ABOUT INDIAN SOCIETY

There's absolutely nothing in this world that I hate more than old Indian women, my mom has many friends and all of them are in abusive, miserable marriages and you know who forces them to stay... It's not their fathers, it's their mothers. I know so many women who would be living a happy life if they were allowed to get a divorce and then focus on their career, but no, they have to manipulate their daughters into staying in shitty marriages. Old Indian women are the worst people ever, my mom was intelligent and capable enough to leave and not listen to my grandmother but not everyone is able to do that. A lot of times, women are not able to leave their husbands because they have nowhere to live, that wouldn't be the case if they would allow their daughters to stay with them but nope, they are too busy saying shit like "log kya kahenge" "adjust toh karna padega" "ab toh tu parayi ho gyi hain", I can't even imagine what my life would be like right now if my mom hadn't left her shitty husband and started her own business. I know other indian children who were raised by single mothers but they had to live with their grandparents and they both were constantly harassed by the mother's brother and his wife, and my mom would too if she hadn't bought her own house. And it is so funny that these people celebrate Durga puja, like, seriously, lol.

On one hand, I want to appreciate Indian culture and our tradition and history and on the other hand, I'M SO DONE. I literally saw this guy yesterday saying some misogynistic shit and guess his bio... Yup, it was "jai shree ram" MATLAB.... Kya bakchodi hain yeh, I'm a proud Hindu but people like that piss me off so much and what is the point of development and stuff when people are still killing girl child. I've spent 17 years of my life in Delhi, it's considered to be very progressive, developed and modern and guess what mere maths teacher ne apni bivi ke 8 abortions karaye the, finally ladka ho gaya, bohot khush the uss din, mithai leke aaye the tuition class Mein, meri Mami ke 5 abortion hue the kyunki sasural waalon ko ladki nhi chahiye thi, meri mom ki ek friend ki galti se ladki paida ho gyi thi, ultrasound galat nikla tha, sasural waale Jaan buch ke bhooka rakte the taanki breast milk form na ho aur ladki bhooki mar jaaye, vo toh Bhagwaan ka bhala ho ki vo bach gyi.

Hindu Yeh, hindu vo, hindu rashtra, bharat, kya faayda, aisi baatein karne ke Baad, Phir lakshmi aur saraswati Maa ki photo ke Saamne ladke hone ki bheek maangte hain, ek paise ki akal nhi hain, I hope mere generation ke log better niklenge kyunki buddhe logon ne toh aaj tak mujhe Sirf disappoint hi kiya hain

[ramayantika]

Saw a video on insta where the caption was something like this "Hinduism/Sanatana dharma is the religion where women are referred to as devi"

And then some of these guys came up to comment, stfu you all no devis. You all can't be devis (they themselves then generalized everyone by commenting you all are hoes partying at night having affairs and all don't call yourselves devis)

I feel smacking their heads off. Sir little girls are worshipped during navaratri, women in India are seen as ghar ki lakshmi. These random guys who themselves post and call themselves shiv bhakt narayan bhakt, I am sure narayan and mahadev would never agree to their words.

And no one is proclaiming herself to be devi durga or devi kali and asking others to worship hers. In our culture, the inner deity that resides in the body is honoured and for a women if the inner deity is referred to as the divine feminine, as the DEVI then why the heck do these guys have such a problem

For me my teachers, the good ones under whom I have learnt so much, I will always see them as Saraswati devi blessing me and giving me knowledge. When I remember my mother, I am always reminded of Mata Parvati.

This is what it feels like when we remember the devi that resides in every woman aur voh caption ka bhi vahi arth tha. Bade buddhe ladkiyon ko kabhi kabhi payr chune nahi dete yeh kehkar ki ghar ki lakshmi ko thodi na payr chune denge. Voh caption usi reverence ko isi thought process ko bata rha tha ki humare culture mein aisa mana jata hai

But naah saale kuch gadhon ko bas women party (jaise party karne mein paap lag gaya bhai. Not a party type person, but you can't call a woman or any guy characterless because they go to parties and wear short clothes) I have seen a masi she too wears those so called western clothes, has a child, is a successful fashion designer and also attends parties and discos. I lean more towards the 'traditional' in clothing but that doesn't mean ki mein kurti saree pehenti hu toh mein achi aur meri dost jo shorts shirt mein ghumti hai voh buri hai

Every human is divine and bhagwan resides in everyone. Humare culture mein usi bhagwan ko jo sare manushya mein rehte hai usi ko toh hum pujte hai or why else would we do namaste?

I had to rant here subah subah aise ladke dekhke dimag kharab hota hai mera

[comradejoanmir]

wanting marc in a kurta is CRAZY (although obv the most realistic) when we have sooo many more options GET THAT TWINK IN A LEHENGA CHOLI STAT!

that being said i really can picture him in a black kurta… maybe because i know so many guys who look like indian versions of him

See idrc for indian/ SAsian culture much but if they're here they Better be on it. Black kurta is the simplest everrrr and every straight women. Perhaps others too. will swoon over that sight. Start off simple by buddh '26 we'll have pedro acosta in bridal wear

[ani-tsultrim-wangmo]

Have compassion for all beings, rich and poor alike, each has their sufferings. Some suffer too much, others too little.

~ Buddh

對衆生要有同情心，不論貧富，各有各的痛苦。有些人受的苦太多，有些人受的苦太少。

~ 佛陀

[travelindia2233]

Experience the Thrill of Go Karting in Noida: A Guide to Racing Fun

"Go-karting is the perfect blend of adrenaline, skill and speed, making it an unforgettable experience for both beginners and professionals alike.”

If you're looking for an adrenaline-fueled adventure in the heart of Delhi, then look no further than go-karting in Noida. Go-karting is a thrilling activity that has been gaining popularity in India, and Noida is one of the best places to experience it. Here's everything you need to know about go-karting in Noida, from the best tracks to the prices.

An adventure enthusiast living in Delhi, then go-karting is an activity that should definitely be on your bucket list. Go-karting is an exciting and exhilarating sport that involves driving a small four-wheeled vehicle around a track at high speeds. Here's everything you need to know about go-karting in Delhi, including the best tracks and prices.

What is go-karting?

Go-karting is a recreational activity that involves driving a small four-wheeled vehicle called a go-kart around a track. Go-karts are smaller and less powerful than traditional racing cars, but they can still reach high speeds and provide an exciting racing experience. Go-karting is a popular activity for people of all ages and skill levels, from beginners to seasoned racers.

Best go-karting tracks in Noida

There are several go-karting tracks in Noida, each with its own unique features and challenges. One of the most popular tracks is located at the Buddh International Circuit, which is also home to the Indian Grand Prix. This track is 1.2 km long and offers a range of twists and turns, making it a great option for experienced racers.

Another popular track is located at the SMAAASH Sports Center in Noida. This track is 350 meters long and features a range of obstacles, including sharp turns and hairpin bends. It's a great option for beginners who want to get a taste of go-karting without too much pressure.

Amateur go-karts are designed for beginners and are a great option for those who are just getting started in the sport. These karts are usually slower and less powerful than professional karts, but they're still a lot of fun to drive. go kart price india can range from around INR 60,000 to INR 1,50,000 depending on the brand and features.

Go-karting prices in Noida

Go karting prices in Noida vary depending on the track and the duration of the session. At the Buddh International Circuit, prices start at around INR 1,200 for a 10-minute session, while at SMAAASH, prices start at around INR 400 for a 5-minute session. It's important to book your session in advance to avoid disappointment, especially during peak periods.

Tips for go-karting in Noida

Before you hit the track, there are a few things you should keep in mind to ensure a safe and enjoyable experience. Firstly, make sure you wear comfortable clothing and closed-toe shoes. Loose clothing or open-toe shoes can get caught in the pedals, which can be dangerous. Additionally, be sure to listen carefully to the safety briefing before you start your session.

Finally, don't be afraid to take it slow at first. Go-karting can be a lot of fun, but it can also be dangerous if you're not careful. Take your time to get used to the vehicle and the track, and gradually build up your speed as you feel more comfortable.

Conclusion

Go-karting in Noida is a fun and exciting activity that's suitable for people of all ages and skill levels. Whether you're a seasoned racer or a first-timer, there's a track in Noida that's perfect for you. Just be sure to book your session in advance, wear appropriate clothing, and listen carefully to the safety briefing before you start. With these tips in mind, you're sure to have a great time karting in delhi.

So, if you're looking for an adventurous weekend activity, go-karting in Noida is a great option. With its range of tracks and affordable prices, it's no wonder that go-karting is becoming more and more popular in Delhi and the surrounding areas. Whether you're looking to beat your personal best or just have a bit of fun, go-karting in Noida is the perfect way to get your heart racing.

[footyleclerc]

on the gentle insistence of @violetvettel I'm posting this here! it's my 2013 Indian GP experience and a personal anecdote on my father and Seb.

on 27th October, 2013 Sebastian Vettel won his fourth consecutive world driver's championship title at the Buddh International Circuit in what was then the Indian Grand Prix. I was 10yrs old at the time and my father was the biggest f1 fan I knew, even though I knew jackshit about the sport. my house was always adorned in ferrari red, from our car to the decor on the wall. there were schumi's model cars lining the counter, with ferrari merch everywhere I looked. I grew up with scarlet red being the only colour to exist.

I can't quite remember why but even though my father had been to atleast 6 other GP's without me, even the 2012 Indian one, this time he insisted I come with him. reluctantly I went, clad in a red shirt with a red hat! it was loud and pretty much a blur, I would barely remember anything. ferrari were 5th and 8th at the end but all eyes, including my father's was on the german guy out in front. he had won and was kneeling in front of his car, bowing down to it and I was confused?! I saw his face on the big screens as he kissed his trophy with the biggest and brightest smile, and remember thinking he looked like a small baby. on our way back home I remember telling my dad that "he's my favourite cause he's a winner" and I was sad he didn't race for our team. he didn't say anything, just smiled and again I was confused?!

skip to 2017, seb comes to ferrari. we saw him win in red, kissing those trophies and being as passionate as us about the team. I continued to love him but when Charles came into the team I divided my love. but my father didn't care, he still clung onto Seb. he didn't hate Charles but he definitely had a much softer spot for seb. in 2020, when it was announced that Seb would leave our team, it was the first time I saw my father broken over a sport since schumi's retirement. "he's the closest to schumi we'll get, in class, personality and conduct. love him while he's still here, when he's gone you'll see", he had said.

I thought he was being too sentimental getting sad over schumi's retirement but hearing him say that about seb really struck me. no matter his disdain for other team drivers, he never talked shit about Seb, he never told me to not follow Seb (though he did tell me to stay tf away from rbr). Seb was always the exception and that day I finally understood why.

my dad's stopped watching f1 now but I'm his source of info. with the ferarri news, he always asks about Seb. my father would and still does get annoyed when I like any non-ferrari driver but with Seb, it was different. he told me to remember that there are things greater than being a driver, like being a good person. Seb was the embodiment of that. I'm old enough to know and understand what a great person Seb is now but his character and personality while he was covered in cheap champagne and confetti is what made him a champion to remember.

that day will always stay with me as the first time I made a connection with my father, but also the day I fell in love with the sport. for those two things, I'll always be grateful to Seb. Sebastian Vettel to me is what Michael Schumacher was to my father. no longer ferrari drivers but forever the winners in our eyes <3

[iwaasfairy]

@buddh-art I did the thing boss, hope you like it boss ( yes I am referencing a reddit ting leT mE) <33

You always have to prepare yourself when you plan on coming home, since rooming with two roudy boys always leaves the possibility of walking in on a burning disaster. So when you walk in after work and it is completely silent, you stop right in your tracks. Kuroo stands at the end of the hall, hand on his hip and with one eyebrow raises. You have to giggle, wondering how long he’s been standing there. When he doesn’t say a thing, you give your boyfriend a quick up and down.

He’s wearing— he’s somehow managed to squish his much larger feet into your stiletto pumps, black, glittery ones you haven’t gotten the chance to wear in a while. They don’t fit right at all and he looks incredibly off balance, but you do your best to hold in your laughter when he puts one foot elegantly in front of the other. “Welcome home, baby,” he drawls, and you put your bag down to approach him slowly.

“Hey,” you say, coming to stand in front, “whatcha doin’?” His hands come to rest on your shoulders from as soon as you’re close enough to grab, his legs looking insanely long in his shorts that he must’ve put on just for this reason. You attempt to give him a kiss, but he’s too tall to reach now.

“Tell me I look pretty first ,” he grins, as you shake your head.

“Well, give me a walk then, pretty boy, and I will,” you shoot back, taking his hands off your shoulders to squeeze them teasingly. He wobbles a bit, and though this is insanely amusing you are genuinely worried he’ll flip his ankle like this. But your attention is drawn to the side when someone clears his voice, sitting in the couch.

Bokuto grins. “No time for flirting. Go put on a pair right now, roomie, we’re going to send pictures to Akaashi.” He’s wearing someone’s pink thigh high boots, ones you’re not sure you ever owned? But they don’t even get up around his thighs, bunched as high as he could get them around his knees as he stretches his biceps behind his back like an overenthusiastic model. At this you can’t help but burst out laughing, doubling over and almost taking Kuroo with you.

“Come on, quickly! And get the champagne glasses too, that’ll teach him,” Bokuto urges, getting up just as wobbly as the other. You give Kuroo a raised eyebrow in question, but he just mouths a ‘don’t ask’. So you shrug, and start shrugging off your jacket to toss it in the hall with the rest of the stuff you’ll have to clean up later. First, it seems like the three of you have important business to attend to.

<33

I wanted to do Tooru too but he deserves a fic all on his own because he could and would make you sit and watch him for half an hour in perfect balance, showing how much better he looks in every single one of your heels. Tooru with lace up, blue butterfly heels??? 🦋 yeah so uhm ☠️ expect it.

Also don’t go looking through my blog for more crack, there is none. Just hell. I’m serious I am NOT a wholesome blog <3 But I hope you like it, thank you for always making such beautiful art

[race-week]

What is a Tilkedrome and why do all the modern F1 tracks look so similar?

Everyone has their preferences when it comes to what makes a good F1 track, personally I am a massive fan of elevation changes although saying that two of my favourite tracks are actually pretty flat. One person's preferences for track design has shaped all of the modern F1 tracks and that is Hermann Tilke.

The rules for a track to be FIA grade 1 are pretty strict in regards to new circuits, things like the camber of the track, the length of the straights, the width of the track and the degree of banking are all regulated and so that means there is little room for creativity.

Tilke is one of the only FIA approved track designers and as such has designed motorsport tracks from 1999, as well as renovated pre-existing tracks. The first few tracks he designed were incredible and served their purpose - in the late 90s and early 2000s overtaking was an issue in F1 and to counteract that problem he designed Sepang, which is so wide, at its absolute narrowest is 16 meters across and almost 25 meters at its widest (most tracks widest point is narrower than Sepang's narrowest), Bahrain followed in 2004 along with Shanghai, with Turkey opening in 2005, and Tilke's first street track in Marina Bay Singapore in 2009.

None of these tracks were bad they all had a good response from fans but it soon became clear that they shared some similarities. However it was with his 2009 creation that had fans turning against him - I'm sure you can guess which track this was ... Yas Marina, Abu Dhabi.

There was so much that could have been done with this track but it soon became clear that too much of Tilke's focus was shifted towards fancy architecture and expensive paddock buildings than creating good racing, as he seemed to just be using a toolbox of generic corners to build a track.

He redeemed himself slightly in 2010 with the Korea track, and its a shame that we don't get to see racing on that track any more, but still it was very Tilke, he was once again using his generic corner toolbox which sometimes worked and sometimes didn't. Other circuits included Buddh, COTA, Sochi, Baku, Vietnam and more recently Jeddah and the 2022 Miami track.

The moment I saw the renders for the Miami track my initial thought was "hmm it looks very Tilke, I wonder if its one of his?" and sure enough its his design but hidden under one of his companies, much like how the Jeddah track was.

So what actually makes a Tilkedrome; well, long back to back straights with a heavy breaking zone, fixed radius corners, switchback (usually turn 1/turn 2), multi apex corner, a Maggots and Becketts clone, 90 degree corners

Purpose Built Circuits: Sepang (Malasia), Bahrain, Shanghai (China), Istanbul Park (Turkey), Buddh (India), COTA (Texas, USA)

Hybrid Circuits: Yas Marina (Abu Dhabi), Korea, Sochi Autodrom (Russia)

Street Circuits: Marina Bay (Singapore), Baku City Circuit (Azerbaijan), Jeddah Street Circuit (Saudi Arabia)

Miami Street Circuit

The Miami circuit is to be more of a hybrid type circuit with a combination of purpose built track (albeit in a car park/parking lot) but also some street track. However I’m not hopeful about the racing there - there’s no elevation change and it seems like they’ve pretty much used the same formula as Jeddah and Vietnam.

Looking at these what is your favourite Tilke track and looking at the Tilkedrome criteria what one do you think is the most Tilke?

[aliferous-ly]

gasp -- a fic?? on MY tumblr??? more likely than you think

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this is from an art trade with the absolutely lovely bastard @buddh-art​. madlad

here’s a link to the art O.O it’s SO PRETTY. WHAT. (LOOK AT IT BEFORE READING IT WILL HELP INTRO VISUALIZATION I PROMISE)

ao3 link!!

warnings: blood, the girls are FIGHTINgGGG (okay but physical fights fr), swearing

fandom/pairings: haikyuu/gen

prompt: “I’m going to kill them for punching you before I ever got to.” ft kuroo and bokuto, dumbass duo extraordinaire, and akaashi (plus some cameos)

“I’m going to kill them for punching you before I ever got to.” Kuroo cracks his knuckles. 

“Oho?” Bokuto grins, teeth glinting in the fluorescent lighting. He’s pressing a wad of tissues against his cheekbone and nose, the edges of his lips hidden behind white. “Kill?” 

Bokuto’s joking, behind the pain pulsing against his skin, but there’s this look in Kuroo’s eye that he doesn’t quite trust. No, that’s not it. He’s just never seen it before. He trusts Kuroo with everything. 

Akaashi says he’s stupid for doing so but lots of people say he’s stupid anyway. Trusting Kuroo has only burned him like, a dozen times, and half of them Kuroo was burned too. Bros burn together. 

Anyway. Anyway. Bokuto’s laughing and Kuroo’s not, so there’s something wrong. 

Kuroo shoots him a look and Bokuto’s laughter dries up in his throat. The edges of his lips droop. “Bro, it’s fine.” 

Kuroo’s mouth upturns into a sneer and Bokuto takes a step back. He’s never had Kuroo’s full frontal disdain directed at him and it’s kindof… it’s not… it’s not nice? It’s really… 

Bokuto swallows.

 The discomfort must shine on his face because Kuroo’s gaze flickers, startled, as he realizes where his scorn is directed. 

“Shit, dude,” Kuroo says. A hand rubs against his face and he sighs, long and loud. “Fucking who punched you?” 

“It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says. His voice is a little muffled. Next to him, Akaashi releases a quiet huff of breath. Akaashi’s slender, cool fingers brush against his cheek, pulling at his hand. 

Bokuto realizes how harshly he’s been pressing the tissues against his cheek, how there’s a numb scratch of pain, how the tissues stick to his face when he tries to pull them away. There’s a slight sludge of blood, since they caught his face, but he doesn’t -- it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. He’s fine. So why’s… “It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says again, stubborn. He tries for another grin. “Sad you weren’t there to enjoy the party?”

Kuroo is a quiet energy. Bokuto’s known this, it’s why they fit so perfectly together. Why they make such good friends, why every moment is exhilarating and fun. Kuroo is quiet and sharp, the double edged sword to Bokuto’s war hammer. The shield with jagged edges. While Bokuto wears his emotions on the outer edges of his skin, Kuroo keeps it all tucked away behind his ribcage, gradually building a fire. Stoking embers. He has a quiet anger, a soft fury. 

Bokuto never thinks too much about it. Not really. Bokuto laughs but it’s not… because Kuroo turns towards him with his quiet anger boiling in his eyes and it doesn’t feel right. None of this feels right. 

Kuroo steps towards him, his testy expression juxtaposing his gentle touch against Bokuto’s face. Bokuto lets him trail fingers along his temple, eyebrows furrowing as Kuroo presses the softest of pressures against the wound. 

It doesn’t hurt. Well, maybe in theory. Bokuto’s too focused on Kuroo’s expression to feel anything. Akaashi seems to fade into the background, his administration a soothing backdrop to Kuroo’s soft blaze. 

“Who punched you?” Kuroo says. He looks like he’s about to punch Bokuto, too, and Bokuto doesn’t know if he would dodge it at this point. Whether for personal reasons or otherwise. 

“It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says. To Kuroo, this is the wrong thing to say, but Bokuto is immovable. 

Kuroo glares at him, and Bokuto glares right back. 

Kuroo swells up and Bokuto thinks, this is it, hunker down, prepare for a mean right hook. His eyes flicker shut instinctively, shoulders tensing. Bokuto is anything if not solid. He can take it. Throw it at me!

Well. That’s what you said before, too, and they certainly dished out what you could take. Maybe more… 

But it doesn’t matter, because it’s over, and Bokuto isn’t going to enact revenge or something. He fought, they fought, it’s over. 

Fear flutters against his throat. He can almost imagine the starburst of pain from Kuroo. He knows exactly what it might feel like, he’s seen it often enough. Even if he’s never personally experienced it, it was bound to happen eventually. 

Nothing happens. Bokuto’s eyes flick open, and Kuroo is three steps away. He’s staring at Bokuto with this devastatingly haunted expression. 

Bokuto frowns. “Bro. Chill out.” 

“I’m not actually going to punch you right now, what the fuck?” Kuroo spits. They’re equally startled at Kuroo’s outburst. “You’re wounded!” 

“Yeah, so?” Bokuto says. He touches his cheek absentmindedly. “It’s not a big deal.” 

“It is a fucking big deal! Akaashi, tell him it’s a big deal,” Kuroo swivels on their third party. 

Akaashi, to his credit, doesn’t flinch when faced with fire and ice all at once, Kuroo and Bokuto’s gazes cutting into his soul. In fact, he takes his time answering, seemingly unbothered. “Bokuto does downplay genuine trouble. But you’re not in your right mind, either, Kuroo.” 

“I’m perfectly calm,” Kuroo says, each word falling like a bullet. Akaashi stares at him and Kuroo shifts his gaze, lip jutting out. 

“Bokuto, sit down,” Akaashi says. Bokuto listens, dropping down on the couch. Akaashi is like water, he muses. If he’s going to make metaphors about all of his friends anyway. 

Kuroo’s lava, his heavy burn, settles on Bokuto’s skull. “Tell me so I can pay back the favor.” 

"No,” Bokuto says. He sticks his tongue out for emphasis and Akaashi flicks his temple. “Ouch! Akaashi, I’m mortally wounded, and you’re abusing me.” 

“Get over yourself,” Akaashi says. Bokuto blinks and knows there’s an undercurrent of worry, even if he can’t quiet hear it. He misses a lot of subtleties. Whatever. It’s fine. 

“Akaashi,” Kuroo stretches the name, leaning forward into Akaashi’s space. “You know, don’t you?” 

“Well, I did find him first,” Akaashi says. 

Bokuto and Akaashi alike quickly realize this is the wrong thing to say. 

“Find?” Kuroo repeats. “You found him?” 

Bokuto swallows and tries for a grin. “Man, you know me! Fight til I drop.” 

“Do you need to go to the hospital--?” 

“No!” 

The three of them fall silent and Bokuto swallows, trying to sooth his rapidly beating heart. “No. I’m fine. I’m serious, Kuroo, chill.” 

Telling lava to chill, understandably, is amusing. Kuroo laughs at him. Then he turns on his heel and leaves. 

It strikes a little deeper than Bokuto thinks it should. 

“He left,” Bokuto says. He knows it’s a dumb thing to say, he knows. Akaashi doesn’t make fun of him. 

But Kuroo… 

“Shirt,” Akaashi says. Bokuto jerks as Akaashi tugs at the fabric. Pain pricks as his shirt moves and Bokuto bites back a whine. He’s not weak. Eyes up here, he’d laughed, pointing at his face when they took a shot at his side. 

Stupid. Whatever. 

“I’m not your mom,” Akaashi says. His fingers are smooth as he directs Bokuto’s arms up, tugging his shirt off. 

“My mom hasn’t helped me change in forever,” Bokuto mumbles, like that means anything. Akaashi hums anyway. A short tsk drops from his lips when the plane of Bokuto’s chest is revealed, his spotted sides. 

It’s not bad. It’s not bad at all, Bokuto assures himself. He doesn’t bruise easily, so -- wait, no, that means it’s awful, so he must bruise really easily. That’s kinda lame, though, isn’t it--?

A sharp pain pricks from his side, squeezing a hiss from Bokuto��s lips. He avoids Akaashi’s stare, which is somehow harsher than a glare. “‘S fine.” 

Akaashi sighs. “Stay still.” 

Bokuto feels his mood slipping and grips at it. Akaashi has told him time and time again that his mood swings aren’t a sign of failure. That the spiral of depression is only pushed further when he thinks about how lame it is that he drops. How he can’t do anything. Immovable force in the worst way possible. 

Akaashi starts applying a bruise cream. It’s like Akaashi’s touch. Soothing. Comforting. 

“Kuroo hates me,” Bokuto says. It’s not what he means. Kuroo wouldn’t get angry if he hated Bokuto. 

There’s a beat, then: “Hates that someone else got a shot first, maybe.” 

Bokuto snorts, in spite of himself. “Scale of one to ten how jealous do you think Kuroo is that somebody punched me and got away with it?” 

“I wouldn’t say they got away with it,” Akaashi hums. “You hit them back.” 

“That I did,” Bokuto says. The coolness of pleasure buoys his depression, just for the time being. He leans back, smug confidence oozing from his pores. Then he shoots upright, dislodging Akaashi. “Oh my god! AKAASHI!” 

“Mm?”

“I didn’t say you should’ve seen the other guy! Call Kuroo back in here!” Bokuto stands. “I gotta grab him! I missed my chance!” 

“Do not,” Akaashi says. 

Bokuto doesn’t hear him, searching for his shoes so he can go find Kuroo right now. 

Flames dart up his back and he yelps. Akaashi jabbed him right on a bruise on his back. “Akaashi!” 

Akaashi has that look on his face, the one that says listen to me right now or you will regret it. 

Bokuto groans. “But Akaashi…” 

“Just call him.” 

“He won’t pick up--!” A second of silence. Then, “Okay, Akaashi.” 

Bokuto sighs. He sits back down. Let’s Akaashi continue taking care of him. 

He calls Kuroo, but he doesn’t pick up. 

---

Kuroo isn’t stupid. When he saw Bokuto’s wide grin, the smile from eye to eye, he knew something was wrong. 

Not from Bokuto. Bokuto has a freaky way of covering up his serious pains. Kuroo’s pretty sure the denial just runs so deep he manages to convince himself that everything’s fine, that he’s fine, so everyone else is convinced. 

No, Bokuto didn’t tip him off. 

Akaashi did. 

Akaashi doesn’t mean to, and someone who doesn’t know Akaashi might have missed it. But he read the sharp worry in the crease of Akaashi’s eyes, the wiry tension in his neck, the tightness of his lips. Kuroo knows that Bokuto wasn’t okay when Akaashi found him. 

Which is why it pisses him off how nonchalant Bokuto is about the entire situation. 

Kuroo ignores the missed call from Bokuto and calls Tsukishima. He doesn’t pick up the first time but does on the second. 

“What do you want.” 

“Aw, I’m doing great, thanks Tsukki!” 

“Do not call me that.” 

“Hey, you saw Bokuto today, right? Like, an hour ago?” 

There’s a static of silence. “Why?” 

“See anyone with him?” 

“Just Nakajima.” 

“Thanks,” Kuroo says. He hangs up, wincing. He’ll get Tsukishima’s full pissy mood the next time they meet because of that, but he’s on a mission. 

Nakajima. Kuroo frowns. Does he know anything about Nakajima? 

He gets another phone call and is about to cancel it when he sees second prettiest setter flash across the screen. 

He answers. 

“Kuroo,” Akaashi says amicably. There’s a quiet wail on the other side of the phone and Kuroo pulls the phone away for a second, staring at it in surprise. Then he sticks it back against his ear, catching the tail end of what Akaashi was saying. “--and you should probably come back.” 

“Hm? I have to hunt down Nakajima.” 

“You know his name,” Akaashi says. He says it not like oh thank god, let me help, but more like goddamn it, another problem for me to fix. Which offends Kuroo, but just a little bit. “Great. Do you know where he is?” 

It’s a challenge. “No, but--”

“Then you won’t find him.” 

“I’ll just search the city, it’s not that hard.” 

“Kuroo, I know your stubborn streak rivals Bokuto’s--” there’s a thump on the other end, then Akaashi’s voice returns, “--but it really would be in both of your best interests for you to return.” 

“I wasn’t joking when I said I would kill whoever got to punch him first,” Kuroo says. 

“I understand. But--” 

Whatever else Akaashi says is lost in the static of Kuroo’s mind, which whites out the moment he spots someone stumbling down the sidewalk, nursing a bloody nose. He doesn’t know Nakajima personally, but he has seen the little bitch before. 

“I’ll call you back,” Kuroo says, and shoves his phone in his pocket, barely remembering to end the call. He’s really getting on a lot of people’s bad side. He’s always on people’s bad side, though, so he doesn’t really care. 

Nakajima’s limping, which. In Bokuto’s defense, he does look worse for wear. 

Kuroo doesn’t give a shit. He stalks towards him, shoving his hands in his pockets. He stops directly in his path, staring at him down his nose, lip curled. “Nakajima.” 

Nakajima looks up at him, gaze flickering with recognition, then irritation. “You’re Koutarou’s friend.” 

The name flicks a switch in Kuroo and he loses it, the swing of his arm familiar as he cuts into Nakajima’s jaw. Nakajima jerks to the left, dropping and landing awkwardly on his arm. 

“What the hell, man…?” Nakajima raises a hand to adjust his jaw, eyebrows furrowed angrily. 

Kuroo doesn’t really know. He just knows that an unrighteous fury took over his soul the moment Nakajima dropped Bokuto’s first name. Bokuto’s first name is important, and only the right people are allowed to call him by name. Especially to other people. Who the fuck does Nakajima think he is? 

“Don’t call him that,” Kuroo says simply. The words are acid on his tongue, burning his throat. “If you know what’s good for you.” 

“Oh, so you’re threatening me, great.” Nakajima pushes to his feet. “Did he put you up to this? Upset he lost a little and decided to sick his dog on me?” 

Kuroo’s flaming anger flickers and recedes. He inhales, waits for Nakajima to put himself back together. Watches blandly as Nakajima wipes blood off of his lip. Kuroo’s ire is viscous and glowing, lava sludging through caverns. 

“Aw, little bud is angry he doesn’t have friends to back him up,” Kuroo says. He cools his voice off as much as he can, falling into easy disdain. “Frustrated, Jiji?” Kuroo leans into his space, peering at his eyes. 

Nakajima swallows, glaring. “The fuck is your problem?” 

“You are my problem,” Kuroo says. He looks Nakajima up and down, curling his lip. “Unfortunately.” 

“Koutarou got what was--” 

This time Kuroo aims for the base of his sternum. Nakajima drops like a box of rocks. He takes much longer to rise than before, air squeezing through his lungs in rasps. He lunges at Kuroo, who side steps easily. “Easy solution. Leave Bokuto’s name out of your filthy mouth and leave him alone, and we won’t have a problem.” 

“You realize he made the first swing?” Nakajima says, gasping. 

“I don’t give a shit,” Kuroo says. “If he made the first swing then you’re a real shit person. I should take you down right now.” 

Nakajima whirls, hand shooting out. It wraps around Kuroo’s neck and squeezes. 

Kuroo takes a shot at the inside of Nakajima’s elbow, ducking down and pressing his chin against Nakajima’s hand at the same moment. He swoops Nakajima’s foot too far to the right and drives his knee upwards. 

Kuroo winces despite himself as Nakajima groans, falling once again, hands falling lax. 

“Leave him alone,” Kuroo says. He thinks about pushing him over, grinding his heel into Nakajima’s throat. The thought passes. “You hear me?” 

“You’re fucking crazy.” Nakajima moans. 

“Do you understand what I am saying?” Kuroo says. He considers driving his knee against his back, pressing him against the ground. 

“Jesus christ, yes, I’ll leave him fucking alone.” 

It’s not enough. It’s never enough. 

But his phone is ringing again, so he turns on his heel and stalks away. 

---

“Kuuuuroooooooo,” Bokuto whines, throwing himself on Kuroo the moment he walks in. There’s a dull ache in his side as he nearly smothers Kuroo, but obviously greeting his best bud is more important. 

“Aw, miss me?” Kuroo snickers and detaches himself from Bokuto. 

Bokuto frowns. “Obviously. I want to go throw some volleyballs around. Akaashi can set!” 

“No I will not,” Akaashi says from the couch. 

“He will.” 

“Bo, you shouldn’t be practicing right now,” Kuroo laughs. He pokes Bokuto in the forehead. 

Bokuto stares at him, then lunges forward, knocking their foreheads together with a clack. 

“Ow, what the fuck,” Kuroo yelps. 

Bokuto grinds his teeth together and wraps his arms around Kuroo and clings like a limpet. “Block for me!” 

“No!” Kuroo wiggles in Bokuto’s arms, trying to break free. It’s like trying to move a tree trunk. 

Bokuto shoves his face in the juncture of Kuroo’s neck. “Pleasee.” His voice buzzes against Kuroo’s skin. Goosebumps rise along the back of Kuroo’s neck. 

“No,” Kuroo says. He groans in defeat. 

Bokuto beams, then realizes that Kuroo’s trying to shift in a different way than before, like he’s trying to hug him back. So he relinquishes Kuroo’s arms. 

Kuroo hugs him around the neck and shoulders. “‘S fine. Let’s just chill.” 

“Mmkay.” Bokuto melts into the hold. It’s so soft and warm. He nuzzles his nose into Kuroo’s neck and sighs. Bokuto’s always warm, but he loves physical contact anyway. It’s like a thousand soft blankets. 

“C’mon, bud.” Kuroo tugs him towards the couch, where Akaashi is reading a book. Somehow. Among their loud noises. 

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Bokuto says. Even he can tell he’s being petulant, but he can’t help it. “I’ll get bored.” 

Kuroo brings out his phone, waving it in front of Bokuto as he plops them both on the couch. “Let’s play minecraft.” 

Bokuto’s frozen for half a second. Then he gasps, feeling a glow starting in his chest and gleaming outwards, shining through his eyes and teeth, glinting off his shoulders. “Yes! Bro, yes!” He scrambles for his phone, pressing his shoulder against Kuroo’s. 

Kuroo’s shoulders stiffen. Bokuto is about to move away because he’s not the kind of guy to consciously discomfort his bros, but then Kuroo relaxes, tension leaking from his body. 

“Do you want to make a new world?” Bokuto asks, booting his phone up and staring at the screen, already invested. He leans his head on Kuroo’s shoulder, humming. 

“Sure,” Kuroo says. He doesn’t move for a few long seconds, fingers lax around his phone. 

Bokuto glances up at him and catches Kuroo staring at his face, eyes roaming around. Bokuto swallows, knowing he’s staring at the white bandages. Kuroo’s gaze flicks to Bokuto’s shoulder, a bruise showing through the loose sweater he’s wearing. 

“Punch me later,” Bokuto says. 

Kuroo snorts in surprise, his vulnerable expression melting into one of ease. He shifts, jostling Bokuto’s head, settling against the back of the couch. “What should the seed be?” 

“Bitch,” Bokuto says instantly. “No! Ace. Wait, we did that one already. Middle blocker. Cross spike!” 

“Bitch it is,” Kuroo says. 

Bokuto laughs. Kuroo smiles, teeth showing. Akaashi turns a page, and everything feels just right. He can barely feel the burn of his scabs with the warmth of Kuroo against him and the quiet presence of Akaashi just a few feet away. 

And Bokuto smiles, the upturn of his lips quieter than his normal radiant beam. He knows, then; they’re good. 

He’s good. 

[doingthingswithphilosophy]

Will Buckingham

Writer and creative writing teacher

Where and when did you study philosophy?

I started out as a student of fine arts in the north of England, then took a masters degree in anthropology. Even back then, my interest in anthropology was quite strongly philosophical. When you realise that the things you take for granted are culturally determined, and they could be otherwise, it challenges all your habitual ways of thinking, and this can be a powerful way of prompting philosophical questioning. At first, I intended to continue on to a PhD in anthropology, but I fell ill in Indonesia with some kind of weird, recurrent fever, and this eventually put paid to my formal study.

I got better after a couple of years, and I spent the next decade doing two things: writing novels that I’m now glad were never published, and practising Buddhism. This is when I started reading philosophy more seriously, largely prompted by conversations with Buddhist friends. I spent hours studying formal logic. I ploughed through the canon of phenomenology. I read up on the philosophical traditions of Buddhism.

In Buddhist thought, I was particularly preoccupied with the exorbitant ethical notion of the Bodhisattva: the being who strives tirelessly for the liberation of all. As a human ethical goal, it just seemed crazy. And thinking about all of this was what got me into reading Levinas, a philosopher I still find illuminating and maddening in equal parts. Eventually, my philosophical perplexities led me to a part-time PhD in philosophy at Staffordshire University, writing a thesis on Levinas and storytelling. I funded the PhD myself, just about, by teaching adult education classes in philosophy supplemented by occasional hourly-paid lecturing in the university. By the end of the PhD, my Buddhist commitments had more or less come undone (I now see myself as more Buddh-ish than Buddhist). And I thought I should probably get myself a proper, full-time academic job, because that seemed the most sensible option.

Around the time I graduated (back in 2007), my first novel was accepted for publication. At the time, there were more jobs in creative writing teaching than philosophy, and my own slightly off-beam philosophical training wasn’t necessarily a good fit for many philosophy departments. So I got myself a post teaching creative writing, and spent the best part of the next decade doing that, until going freelance in 2016.

What excites you about philosophy?

I love anything that makes the world more interesting: by asking questions you've not thought to ask before, or by providing new perspectives on seemingly intractable problems. My connection with philosophy has always felt more existential than formal-academic: a desire to get to grips with the deep weirdness of what it is to be human, to make sense of the baffling, chaotic experience we have of ourselves, others and the world. And one thing I have always liked about philosophy is the way it allows you to pull at the threads of your assumptions—and how if you keep on pulling, you find that the whole thing can unravel. I love this in teaching philosophy as well: the moment when you realise this unravelling is happening for student, or when you realise that new questions are starting to hit home.

From my earliest days teaching adult education, I realised that what I really like is doing philosophy outside of formal academic frameworks. This came home to me back in 2015 when was invited to be a visiting associate professor at Sichuan University in Chengdu. I liked teaching at the university and had some brilliant students. But the thing I loved even more was the bilingual public philosophy salon I set up in a local bookstore. The idea was to have a public forum where people could come and chat about Zhuangzi and Epicurus and Stoicism and Confucianism in either English or Chinese. We imagined it would be a pretty niche event, but at the first salon, we had eighty people turning up for what turned out to be an evening of riotously good philosophical fun. And I thought, "Yes, this is where I’m most at home."

Could you tell me something about your current career?

I’m not sure I think in terms of “career” (see below). I think more in terms of doing, as far as possible, good and interesting work. And for me, this means work that fulfils three criteria: it should be as far as possible personally engaging and fruitful, it should be of some broader benefit to others, and it should keep food on the table. When I left formal academia in 2016, it was because the first of these was no longer the case. I no longer felt it was possible to flourish in what seemed to be an increasingly marketised world of productivity, targets, league tables and bureaucracy. And I also worried that academia was somehow making me a worse writer.

Since going freelance in 2016, I’ve continued writing and researching, but without the same demands on what and how I write. I tend to be pretty eclectic, writing anything from travel writing (Stealing With the Eyes, Haus Publications 2018) to children’s books (Lucy and the Rocket Dog, Knopf 2017) to the occasional academic paper or book chapter. But the biggest project over the past three or four years has been Hello, Stranger: How to Welcome the World, which will be published by Granta this coming summer. The book takes up some of the themes of my PhD and refashions them through storytelling to explore that quiver of fascination human beings have in the face of strangers: the shudder of xenophobia or fear of the other; and the questing curiosity of philoxenia, or the fascination we have with the newness strangers might bring. It’s probably one of the most deeply personal things I’ve written, and I’m not sure I could have written in it while still in the academy.

It’s also been a delight working on new non-formal education projects. A couple of years back, I co-founded a social enterprise called Wind&Bones with my fellow-writer and collaborator Dr Hannah Stevens, exploring writing as a means of social change. Since setting up, we’ve run projects and workshops in Greek refugee camps, collaborated with educational projects in Myanmar, and we are currently planning a storytelling project with a brilliant Bulgarian NGO that works with survivors of domestic abuse. So all of this has been incredibly enriching—in the sense of being meaningful—as well as being more broadly beneficial and keeping just enough food on the table.

My other current education project, and labour of love, is Looking for Wisdom.  The idea is to provide a free weekly philosophy newsletter by email, alongside ongoing but very affordable philosophy courses, supported by a friendly study community. I’m wanting to keep the focus really broad. So I’m taking a global and sometimes anthropologically-tinged vision of philosophy (I’ve recently featured pieces on Amazonian philosophy, Maya philosophy and so on). And I’m also conscious of the need to redress philosophy's woeful gender imbalance, so it’s been good to be writing about little-known figures like Jing Jiang, in the early Chinese tradition.

When I set up Looking for Wisdom, the guiding idea in my head was that I wanted to recreate the adult education vibe I so loved when I first set out teaching philosophy to help fund my PhD, or the relaxed social context for doing philosophy of the salon I set up in Chengdu, or further back, the free-ranging conversation and enquiry with friends that I experienced in my Buddhist days.

How does your philosophical training and formation help you in your current career?

There are two meanings of the word career: either a sedate and stately progress through a professional world; or a swift, erratic and uncontrolled motion. From the outside, I wonder if it sometimes looks as if I have had a career more in the latter sense than the former. But through it all, there have been two things that have remained pretty constant, both of which I owe to my philosophical background.

The first is that I love finding out new stuff. My engagement with philosophy has been such a rich, fascinating journey of finding out new stuff. And the work I am doing at the moment on Looking for Wisdom is a delight precisely because of how it continually opens up for me—and hopefully for readers too—all kinds of new avenues of thought.

And the second thing that has remained constant is my hunch that other people like finding out new stuff too. This is why teaching has always been central to who I am. Finding out new stuff in the company of others: it’s pretty much the ideal for me.

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ebss 15.07.19 lb

the episode is titled "kabir and pooja's endless tussle" so i'm already about 84% done, before even hitting play.

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why's he walking pair uthaa uthaake as if he's walking in water?

lmaoooooo @ him genially greeting all the guests he knows from way back.

pooja trying too hard to do beizzati but in vain. look at his smug smile.

oh ho, seems kabir was the rudra of the mittals, forever found behind the bar during parties. wonder if he has a special "punch" recipe too.

doesn't make a lot of sense though. first of all, kabir hasn't even been home in forever? even if he came home on leave, i doubt he'd spend his precious little time off on these corporate type parties. unless he was intentionally making the guests stiff drinks so that they could tolerate his dad, i guess.

sometimes, just sometimes, i really love this sassy dheent little shit.

this house is actually quite nice? probably doesn't pass mittal standards, but for my broke millennial ass that'll never own a house, really looks cute and cozy and ideal. (the nice terrace!!!!!!!!!!)

mummy is overjoyed that dhruv isn't out day drinking today.

but wait! mohammad decided to bring the mountain to him.

great. jusssssssst great.

poora aadha liter gatakne ke baad she's thinking about taste. best.

pooja is getting on my nerves so imma just focus on this one's wonderful face.

10 rs mein perk toh aa hi jaata hai, toh i'd be happy anyway.

lol she just can't staaaaaaaand his lack of reaction. what a loser.

tashan tashan tashan, dialogue dialogue dialogue.

lord, just make the fuck out.

idhar toh........ khair chodo.

these faces express my emotions perfectly.

kabir has taken on MC duties as well? what a self starter! aise toh end of week tak manager waali promotion pakki.

oh god oh god oh god he's talking about naach gaana. nooooooooo.

"naach gaane ki bina party thodi manhoos ho jaati hai. aur manhoos se yaad aaya, kaise hain aap????" lmaoooooo

zain's mimicking of varun dhawan mimicking salman is showing a little too much today.

putting her on the spot to sing. WHYYYYYYYYYY YOU LITTLE ASSHOLE BASTARD; I WAS ON YOUR SIDE TODAY.

they need to keep the show to such childish fuckery with each other. it would be so much better.

hahahahahaha the song she decided to sing is "khallaas" from company.

lmao his face. asshole.

god, the sexual tension.

OH NO. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH NO. HE'S TALKING ABOUT TOKEN OF APPRECIATION. HE'S GONNA GIVE HER THE 10 RS BACK ISN'T HE????? UGHHHHHHHHHH KABIRRRRRRRRRRR 

oufffffffffffffffffffff.

sis ab glass todne ka kya fayda???? kisne bola tha client meeting ke beech mein hi panga lene ko? your priorities have been all fucked up today.

ouff dialoguebaazi about always fulfilling his promises.

pooja jo ek glass bacha hai, uske sar pe maarti. might as well have finished breaking the whole set. ab yeh ek extra reh jayega.

oh ho. i do not care for hungover chachi, unless it's to see kabir dealing with her in his patented way. which is not gonna happen, so i really don't care.

sonali being most relatable as always.

dhruv finally fessed up.

"apni tarah chanda types ko bewdi bana diya." ok i kinda snickered.

emotional blackmail from mummy chalu.

dadaji is all GHAR MEIN SHARAAAAAAAB????? as if they didn't have hugeass fully functioning bar in their old house. hattttt buddhe, with your selective morality.

dhruv has no fucks to give. of course.

amma idk why you're bothering. these two idiots are not gonna listen.

why's he swaggering about like that? and i already know she's gonna trip him. i just know it.

yup.

but also lmao the way he fell? so exaggerated and dramatic.

hein ab yeh kaun?

who ever he is, he's woefully under-dressed for this party.

starts off itself with "you bloody waiter" so we already hate and are praying for a swift yet gruesome death for him. it's so convenient when the trash identifies itself right from the start!

even pooja doesn't like him.

ASDGLKFJDLKFJ HE JUST CALLED KABIR "YOU PAAPI GUDIYA" KAUN HAI YEH NAMOONAAAAAAA

snort. good.

also this is kabir's go-to fight move when *anyone* acts too smart with him huh? gender-neutral “don’t fuck with me” move.

"abbe oh dabbang minus 2, hatt parey, yeh mera beta hai."

oh. explains a lot. 

oh mannnnnnn, i'm going to have fun watching kabir fuck up this papa-puttar duo.

everyone is slightly turned on for kabir rn.

oh god pooja, haven’t you had enough drama for the day????? honestly, how do you even live with this much first/second hand embarrassment on a daily basis?

kabir why the hell are you even defending yourself to these ppl? like.............. what's the point? just go home.

lmaooooooooooooooo, i am really here for lafanga kabir taking out his frustration on chopra.

ugh pooja, you are really doing a taandav all over my last damn nerve with your rich bitch bullshit.

amma, like me, does NOT approve.

some closing shots of shrenu's amazing face to soothe my sadda hua dil.

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oh shit kameene baap-bete ne pooja ke soup mein kuch mila diya!!!!!!!

called it last week itself, that kabir would be her saviour against the chopras.

but also ugh, ghatiya forced “romance” scene jhelna padega kal.

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