#the brit is coming

[imsiriuslyreading]

today is the day. today i go to paris, to stay with @thisliminalspace-on-ao3 - today is the day i visit my nemesis.

the one who beheaded me. who called me ugly. who sabotages my every move. she of the unhinged fanfic ideas. she of the violent jegulus obsession. she who regularly tries to overthrow me and attacks me on tiktok.

i can’t wait 🤭

fanfic friends vacation muahahahaha!

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

A lot of you underestimate how prevalent British bias is not only in F1 but across sports generally, and even in other industries.

Max saying he has the wrong passport in the paddock is an accurate statement. Do you think he, Seb, or Michael would've been half as vilified by the British media if they had a British passport instead? Would Fernando? Do you think Yuki would get half as much shit about his radio "conduct" if he was British? Because it's the British commentators who consistently have issues with it, and say shit like it's "unbecoming" for a driver to speak that way, ignoring that 1 it's not his first language and 2 IT WAS ENGLISH PEOPLE HE LEARNT THAT LANGUAGE FROM. Sometimes people misspeak, but Yuki has always taken accountability and apologised if he has and if he caused harm. Martin Brundle did not get nearly as much backlash from the media when he misspoke and called an Asian driver a slur while commentating. He also never apologised for it.

Alex, one of the four Brits on the grid but who drives under the Thai flag, has said that the commentators only call him British born when he does well. He was completely excluded from the Silverstone publicity about the home crowd heroes, whereas George, Lewis & Lando were heralded, not only on race weekend, but for weeks leading up to it.

Alex's statement also reminded me of this Richard Harris quote, "When I'm in trouble, I'm an Irishman. When I turn in a good performance, I'm an Englishman." Genuinely, if I took a shot every time a British organisation/person claimed a talented Irish person was actually a Brit, I'd have died from alcohol poisoning years ago.

Hell, I see George wearing the poppy pin this weekend in the lead up to remembrance Sunday. Do you know the amount of shit James McClean gets every year because he refuses to wear one? And he has very valid reasons for choosing not to wear it, yet he's torn to shreds every year by not only random people on the Internet or on the streets but by commentators and the media too.

Because of how this sport became mainstream and because no one challenged Bernie Eccleston's monopoly on broadcasting rights back in the day (people were given the opportunity to buy a share of the broadcasting rights; the idiots said no), this sport has prioritised the British voice/perspective for decades. I know the other broadcasts are just as biased for their home team/drivers, but the British one is the biggest one, as it's the main broadcast for better and more often for the worst. It's the broadcast with the most reach and influence. Their bias has to be challenged eventually if this sport ever hopes to properly expand and grow. The British bias is so difficult to miss once you start noticing it.

[theabigailthorn]

British producers be like: THEM: "We love this! Let us put our heads together and get back to you early next week!" SIX MONTHS LATER UNPAID INTERN FOR THAT COMPANY: "Everyone you spoke to has been sacked, we hate you fuck off."

American producers be like:

THE MOST IMPORTANT PERSON YOU'VE EVER MET: Hey kiddo do you wanna meet The Rock? Do you wanna meet Margot Robbie? Do you want to fuck my wife? I can't give you a job but gosh darn it you've got moxxy, let me put you in touch with Doug Bigcheese, the biggest producer in Hollywood! DOUG BIGCHEESE, EMAILING YOU BACK WITHIN 20 MINUTES: Hey kiddo, that guy said you're awesome! Lemme ask round town and in the meantime you can live in my house borrow my car and by the way have you met my wife?!

[jakeperalta]

(default being the one you know best/knew originally/first think of, not necessarily your favourite)

[braverytattoos]

Harry flirting with Stanley Tucci 

[qcomicsy]

So I saw lately someone's headcannon of Bruce having a little bit of ol' British accent because he basically grew up raised by Alfred alone so I thought it would be really funny if he just slip it randomly and it always catch people of the guard.

Batman: Just put in the bin

Hal:

Hal: I'm sorry spooky the what?

Batman: The bin

Hal:

Olive with a terrible British accent: Oi' mate he said to you to put it in a bin'

Hal: WHEEZE–

Batman: >:(

--

Batman checking chemicals by himself: Bloody hell

Superman:

Superman: I–

Batman: Not a word.

He start fighting with Clark and they just keep slipin their accents.

Batman with a strong British accent: Are you insane?

Superman: I'm tryin' to tell ya!

Batman: Absolutely not– Oi– Absolutely–

Superman: Goodness gracious you're impossible!

Batman: And you're one to talk?

--

Constantine: A man like you alone in a night like this?

Batman:

Constantine: Care for a bit of company luv?

Batman slippin in Alfred's accent again: Would you like to eh?

Constantine:

Batman:

[captainjonnitkessler]

"This is my ~culture~ so if you criticize it you're an ignorant ethnocentric American who doesn't know other countries exist" look. you CANNOT pull that card when you're British and the topic was outdoor cats. You're not an oppressed minority and Britain is not a magical land where cats can't be killed by cars, just keep your damn cats inside

[tommytomatoe]

you know, in psychology we’re taught that people are attracted to their unresolved traumas…i’m looking at you milo. smile pretty for me, treasure. what the fuck happened to you, geordi?

[deitybird]

jason would get so annoyed when someone (probably dick or tim) is watching a show like bridgerton and comments on their language by saying it's old English but he keeps it in because he's trying to be a better brother...

only to snap when they KEEP doing it and he's like, "NO. NO, IDIOT. IT'S NOT OLD ENGLISH! IT'S A MORE FORMAL ENGLISH! CLOSE TO EARLY MODERN ENGLISH, PROBABLY! JUST LIKE FUCKING SHAKESPEARE!" and said sibling (again, probably dick or tim) is just like, "wow, jay. you care a lot about english." and jason stares at them unblinkingly before storming out.

[suchawrathfullamb]

but they could've at least given us a mads and jude law kiss like fuck you guys you already everything the least you could have done is give us the fucking gay ass kiss

[reunitedinterlude]

lofi phantasy: the album

track 19: blue and black

[primarinite]

haha get coloured my beloveds

[ashildrofarcadia]

Zoe Ashildr recruited the Arcadia kiddos, taught them to follow Douxie around every fourth Thursday for three hours, narrating his life for him in the style of the ‘dAy iN tHe LiFe Of A tRuE bReXiT gEeZeR’ video.

He secretly enjoys it but will never tell a soul. Archie seethes.

[arcielee]

Our moonlight drive.

Summary: A night drive with your boyfriend. Paring: Modern Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 700+ Warnings: Modern Aemond fluff to soothe the soul.  Author's Note: This story is dedicated to the lovely, the talented @babygirlyofthevale 💜 This is a drabble, sweet piece inspired by the masterpiece in motion Comet Donati by @inthedayswhenlandswerefew (chapter2, oh my goodness). A big thank you to my darling beta readers for your help! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond​ @annikin-im-panicin​ @watercolorskyy​ @schniiipsel​ @sylas-the-grim​ @aemondx​ @fan-goddess​ @httpsdoll​ @theromanticegoist​ @hb8301​ @lovelykhaleesiii​ 

Night is coming with its amber smear of burnt oranges and yellows overwhelmed with the purple hue swallowing the last of the day’s light. The route is familiar, a routine drive towards your favorite sweet spot, and the windows are down, letting the cool air knot your hair.

It isn’t far and Aemond parks further back, quickly out and moving to grab your door; you smile with the gesture as he shows that he is firstmost a gentleman, especially when it comes to you. You follow his steps and he reaches for your hand without looking back, knowing fully well that you will take his hand, enlacing your fingers with his own, a perfect fit. 

The ice cream parlor is a town antique, with a window opened for the late night crowd to come by. You order first and he leans against your backside, over your shoulder with the shimmer silver curtain of his locks spilling forward.

You feel the warm rumble when he adds, “She also would like sprinkles on top,” and reaches to take napkins from the dispenser. 

You peer up at him, a warm glow of pleasure that he remembered, that he knows your simple pleasures. 

There is a stone bench that you both straddle, facing one another with your treats in hand; he offers you a spoonful of his ice cream and leans forward to lick your waffle cone. The napkins he grabbed come in handy, helping the failing battle against the muggy night, the sweet spill of sprinkles over the cone’s edge. 

Once done, more napkins are needed to clean up and he takes your hand again, leading you back to the car. 

This is the only time you willingly place yourself in his blindspot, whenever he would drive but Aemond does not seem to mind it. He likes how you play the role of reconnoiter during daylight, but tonight the roads are empty and this allows you to sink comfortably into the passenger’s seat, enveloped in his scent of leather and his cologne, with a hint of smoke, and you enjoy the press of his large palm into the softness of your thighs, his thumb drawing small circles on the outside.

His vehicle is an imported stick shift, sleek and meticulous, allowing him the control he strives for in every aspect of his life. Aemond is careful, calculated, and you see this in the mirrors added, an extension and a reminder to his half vision; he always turns his head fully to check before a lane change, and this allows him a moment to look at you. 

And you are looking back, ever watchful, ever aware of him. In this moment, the blue lumination from the dash gives an iridescent shimmer to the sapphire stone set in his scarred socket, an ethereal glow to the sharp contours of his face.

You feel the warmth return to your cheeks when you see the curl of his lips into a smile that only belongs to you. 

“Do you trust me?” the low timbre of his voice asks. 

And you do, with everything you have to offer, with every molecule wrapped within you thrumming with a loyalty that began from the moment you met. You remember the play of his perpetual smirk, both inviting and enticing, and what you felt bloom with the first kiss shared, sparked from the touch of his soft lips against your own. It is a feeling that grows still, a sense of comfort and safety with his intimate touches, igniting something that you were not aware existed within your heart. 

You keep this to yourself though, and hum your acknowledgement, your grin gleeful. “Where you go, I go,” you remind him. 

He does not turn homewards, but instead his long fingers curl around the wheel to rotate, to follow the vacant weave of road lit by his headlights and the settling nightglow. Aemond looks forward and you can see the dimples that line his cheek; only after he settles into gear does he reach for your hand, bringing it up to his lips for a gentle kiss and nestles the hold onto his thigh. 

Your fingers curl around in response, a perfect fit. 

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[racingghost]

Vettel is a better man than me, because if I had a guy like Webber write books about how shitty I was and how much the team unfairly favored him, I'd absolutely drop my own perspective of the events in a very public manner.

My friends gave me the sweetest birthday gift, a book on the greatest rivalries of F1, but with a Mark Webber preface, so I was suspicious of how Seb would be portrayed right away.

But it really was worse than I expected.

For starters you have an index of these rivalries full of champion bc champion fights, so Webber appears there completely misplaced from the get-go. But then you read the pages about the Sebmark rivalry, and the whole thing is basically airing out Mark's frustrations.

Honestly, I feel like when you're making up this drama, only telling one perspective is a disservice to everyone. But the truth is, Vettel let things pass and never bothered to give his own backstage account to the public.

At most we know he was pissed at Mark constantly shading him in the media, and told him - in private - that he no longer respected him as a man. Hilariously, we only know this because Mark brought it up publically.

Idk man, my general position in life is that if you bring up conflicts like this and you only present one version of the events like they're the absolute undisputable truth, then you're only being manipulative.

As an example, this book brought up "all best car components end up on Vettel's garage" and "In 2009 they gave Vettel Webber's wing because they favored him", which Adrian Newey himself already said didn't happen (allegedly Webber didn't want the wing at all).

So this stuff is very much a "he said, she said".

And just overal in this book, the fact we read a whole intro on Mark's career, from Ford to Jaguar, to Williams, and obviously to Red Bull, but Seb who won 4 titles only got paragraphs about how he was favored by the team, feels really dirty to me.

I still love that they gave me this gift though haha

[garpen]

YALLER

Yaller...

"Yaller need therapy once he's done with you."

I'm sorry. I have nothing to say for myself 😔

Yaller= yall will = you all will

I'm not even country or anything this is just gen how I speak. I try spelling out what comes through my head but sometimes I forget and just like spell/sound out what words sound like to me lol

A more accurate spelling would have been "Y'all'll" ? (ew the apostrophes make it look ugly) but the way I say it out loud sounds more like "yaller"

You all should be thankful you can't hear the way I speak it's honestly an atrocity