It's barely 8 pm and I'm ready to go to sleep. My boss was a nightmare today, two of my job applications didn't result in an interview, anons tried to start shit, and I can barely keep my eyes open. I just need this day to be over.
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I agree with your thoughts on it and Checo being voided in 25. I’ve seen some people saying dropping Daniel in red bull is a risk with no testing in the car and as you pointed out there’s no guarantee they’ll win the wcc. If they lose the wcc, there’s a reason to kick out Checo. If they swapped Daniel into it and they lose the wcc Daniel will be the fall goat. There’s no way Redbull have put this much time and resources into Daniel yet again for it not to amount to something.
Also Checo’s 31 million Disney documentary is coming out this week and it’s called don’t give up fuckers. The optics wouldn’t be great if he was dropped. Think an agreement was met which was let Checo retire in 24 and finish out the season
++ if they keep checo and lose the wcc the loss in prize money ($10m give or take) will be covered by checo's sponsors BUT they will also get more wind tunnel time than if they finished p1 which will help with car development aka their top concern atm
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cw: you two have a son together, mention of being married, old man Bakugou
older retired pro hero Bakugou, who you find hunched over his desk one night. it’s late and the day was long and your son was whinier than he usually is. you’d think the old man would be in bed right now, but alas—he’s not beside you.
instead, as you round the corner to get a full look at him, he’s wearing his reading glasses, adorning an old ratty tank, his arms still big but softer than the years from before. he has a book open in front of him, desk scattered with pictures you can’t see from your angle, scissors, stickers, glue sticks.
“What are you getting up to at this hour, old man?” You ask softly, smiling when Bakugou doesn’t even look up from what he’s doing. his tongue is sticking out in the corner as he cuts a squiggly line on a picture, posing it beside another on a blank piece of paper.
“Therapist said I should get into crafting,” he grunts, finally looking over at you from over his glasses. “Do things with my hands, feel busy, get my mind off’a shit.”
you pad over to where he sits, the overhead lamp on his desk focused on the big baby blue book with white pages. peeking over his shoulder, you rest your head on top of his, chin nestled in the still unruly blond and silver locks, overseeing his work.
and honestly? it almost makes you wanna cry. it’s a scrapbook, the page open to pictures of your wedding day, how pretty you looked, how big he smiled at you. you can see other scattered pictures on his desk—when you got a promotion at work, when he was number one for seven months in a row, a positive pregnancy test, the cutest baby you’ve ever seen, two little teeth coming in, baby being held in dads big ole arms that will always protect him.
“After this page, I gotta do the honeymoon.” Bakugou speaks gruffly, setting down a picture to wipe a hand down his face. “And then life accomplishment shit, the baby, his first steps.” He sounds so tired, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his shoulders, sliding down to smush your face against his own.
“You always have tomorrow. Come to bed.” You say against his cheek, squeezing him when you feel the rejection start up in his belly. But he deflates, pulling his glasses off, reaching around to pull you in his lap. He looks so grumpy, with his frown lines and crows feet, and yet so handsome with his small smile and soft eyes.
“I’ll print more pictures tomorrow. And maybe go by the store to get some more stickers, too.” He tells you in between kisses, his words soft, his hands rough through your pajamas. You hum against his mouth, holding his nape, afraid to ever let him go.
“You do that. Now let’s go to bed.” You whisper, standing up and pulling him with you. He closes the scrapbook for now, and you glimpse at the cover, heart melting at the picture of you two holding up your son, both kissing his cheeks. The picture is captioned with “Our Life” and you don’t think you’ve ever been more grateful to have met him.
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There are posts for the boys, and posts for the girls, but there seems to be a certain type of post missing... so..
Shoutout to the Jewish folks with no gender or wiggly gender or all the gender
You are so loved and so important, I appreciate the fuck out of you, and this world is better for having you in it. Please don't forget that
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