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wandsandwheezes · 4 years ago

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NASCAR III | G.W

WARNINGS // 6.9k // SMUT 18+, George x Reader // Fred x unnamed OC, Angry Fred, Racer!George, light angst, fighting, rough sex, soft sex, breeding kink af, mentions of alcohol, cars, sex, possession, praise kink, a (tiny) amount of degradation, oral, unprotected sex, one ass slap.

A/N // the series that nobody expected to become a series has now officially done just that. @darthwheezely and I do be hoes for these racer boys xoxo 🏎🦋 ILYSM PHIA MWAH <333

“Fred, have you seen my jumper?”

“Yeah, it’s on the bed, baby” he called. Fred was not often a meticulous man, but (as Lee said) ‘if the fit called for a bit of work, it was always worth it.’

And to Fred, going to a press conference with his exceptionally hot fiancé warranted at least basic perfection, right?

Fred made a low whistle as she came out of the bathroom, a towel around her. “Well, aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” She came to stand in front of him, pressing one, two, three kisses to his mouth, the flavour of fresh toothpaste still on her mouth. He hummed in contentment and wrapped his hands around her waist.

“Love, it’ll be fine, this will be my tenth, glorious win-“

“-and you almost got in a crash last time because you were being a tosser, remember?”

“Mmmm, that’s in the details,” he said softly. He searched her eyes and sighed, pulling her flush into his body.

“I promise I’ll be okay this time, you know I’m a great driver and that this isn’t anything different...I still intend on marrying you in one piece, you know.” She chuckled at that and he tilted her chin up, pressing a kiss to her forehead and murmuring:

“I love you, you know that?”

“And I love you, Freddie...even though you are a tosser.”

He slung her over his shoulder, rolling his eyes dramatically, and threw her on the bed, her giggling at the action.

“There’s my saucy little minx, now how about a pre-press test drive, yeah?...”

—

“I can’t just not go, babe.” George sighed, pushing the hair from his face, a sudden clammy feeling of his clothes against his skin indicating just how nervous he was for the up and coming press conference.

“You’re running a fever, George, I’ll call Lee and tell him that you need the rest and that–” You rambled, pressing the cool back of your hand against his forehead, then neck and chest, feeling that thin veil of sweat forming against his hot skin.

“Don’t.” He mumbled all too abruptly, cutting your flow of words short. Furrowing your brows, you looked down at him before shaking your head. He recognised the tone at which he had spat his word, immediately pulling your hand into his, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I’m sorry I snapped, I know you’re only looking out for me.”

“It’s okay, Georgie, I still think you should stay here with me.” You sighed, climbing over his legs to be sat in his lap as you breathed out softly, watching as his eyes softened only for his eyebrow to raise, a smirk soon finding his lips while his hands rested on your waist.

“Any old excuse to keep me at the hotel then, eh?” George licked his lips, pulling you closer into his chest as he eyed your expression, the giggle that fell from his lips like pure music to his ears.

“I just want you better for the race, idiot.” You rolled your eyes, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, his lips finding your cheeks to pepper kisses there with a smug grin on his face.

“I think I could win this one you know, regardless of me being sick or not, I have a good feeling about it.” He hummed, forehead pressed against yours lovingly.

“What makes you say that?” You prodded, running your hands through the hair at the back of his head.

“I have one thing nobody else has; you.” He praised, only for you to bury your face in the crook of his neck, taking a deep breath as his hands ran up your back. “I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you too, George, more than you’ll ever know.”

—

The conference room was packed - that’s an understatement, really. Every journalist alive came to talk to the new dominators of modern NASCAR racing, George and Fred Weasley. Although, as George spitefully knew:

He was somewhere because of Fred. Again.

That familiar feeling of resentment threatened to bubble in the younger twin’s throat, and he immediately began to push it down. The fights, the mutual disgust and disdain - that was done now. Ten wins for Fred should mean legitimately less than nothing but excitement for his older brother.

So why was that feeling still there?

“Hello, everyone, I’m sorry I’m late!” Fred entered from the back of the stage, nothing but glimmer (and gloat) in the elder twin’s face. Good mood Fred could always either be an impending disaster, or one of the best things the world has ever seen.

Of course he’s late, he’s always late, George thought, before guilt immediately settled in.

Fred took a bottle of water, winking playfully at the young lady who got him one, before settling in his seat next to George.

“Right then, questions?” Fred boomed, that familiar sunshine of a smile very evident on his face. The man behind them, George’s manager was directing questions, and George swallowed at what questions would appear.

“This is for Fred, do you predict another victory in this race?” The journalist asked.

Fred leaned a bit forward in his seat and dipped his mouth into the microphone:

“Does the pope wear a big hat, love?”

George however sniggered to himself at the question, holding back a laugh at Fred’s answer. Of course he would answer in the cockiest way known to man, only lighting a fire under the younger twin’s arse to kick into gear and take the baby driver down a few pegs.

“Something funny, Georgie?” Fred turned his head slightly to the side, the smile still there, but dark eyes venturing into icier territory.

“Nothing, Brother, just think you should remember there is always tough competition, no matter how cocksure you are.” George murmured loud enough into the microphone for his words to reverberate around the room, some reporters eyeing each other before vigorously taking notes.

Fred had been taking a sip of his water and nearly choked, eliciting a “sorry everyone!” into the microphone. He gave George a brief side eye, but no - he wasn’t going to let him ruin his moment again. They’ve moved past this, George can have his own fun, why couldn’t he be a little confident for a change?

“Hi, this question is for George,” Fred only heard that much before a brief but very definite prickle of resentment tingled at his skin. He started to feel a bit warm but was determined to brush it off, turning towards George a bit.

“You’ve had a fantastic season these past couple years, and although you’ve lost the past ten races, you still stick to the top five - will we get our own Crimson Wonder back, or is that Fred’s title now?”

George held back on his instinct to bite at his brother’s ego, instead taking a sip of water to collect his thoughts before speaking, his mind trailing back to the words he had said this morning; ‘I have a good feeling about this one’.

“Fred and I both train hard, as does every other racer out on that track,” George swallowed thickly before continuing his sentence, “But I think my own winning streak is far from over, who knows, as you say, you may get your Crimson Wonder back yet.”

Fred attempted to register and probably stop the inherently blank expression on his face, but honestly? It was too much. Yes, George was great, and yes, he was proud of him but.

Why was there a deeply unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach? Twintuition as they called it was something not out of the ordinary at all - but why was it that somewhere in the back of his mind he just felt this...this negative foresight.

There was one thing Fred didn’t like more than avocados (Fred hated avocados) and that was losing.

“My baby brother, so inspirational isn’t he? Gets it from my mum, absolutely.” Fred curled his lips into his mouth, gnawing on his bottom lip, in complete understanding of what he just said. The reporters didn’t have to know that any time he brought up their age or said my mum instead of our mum, it kind of lit a match in George.

In short, Fred knew exactly what he was doing. And George didn’t really like that, but he wasn’t about to stoop to Fred’s level and ruin his public imagery, not with his wife-to-be and his sister-in-law-to-be watching and murmuring to each other with pained faces: they knew the tension was there too, of course they had.

“I think we should leave the rest of the heat for rubber burning on the track.” The moderator cut in, taking final questions from the press aimed at the others on the panel, letting the twins simmer in their own jealousy toward one another as the conference came to a close.

The boys’ demeanours had completely shifted, George staying behind to take pictures and leave autographs for fans, smile on his face and a sense of pride in his chest, while Fred had made a swift exit in just the way he arrived, looking absolutely miserable.

—

“Georgie,” Fred called out from the locker rooms, “just what the fuck was that?” His bare chest red while he angrily scrambled to get his uniform on.

“Please,” George scoffed, zipping his uniform up calmly, before pushing his bag into his locker with ease, “I could ask you the same question.”

“I was actually trying to give the press what they wanted, a good show, you, on the other hand, just wanted to be a proper arsehole in front of everyone.” He slammed his locker door shut, his knuckles on his hand against it surely white now from childish rage.

George closed his locker with force, not so much anger, running a hand through his hair before picking up his helmet, his tongue truly in his cheek, the angel on his shoulder begging him to stay quiet while the devil paralleled telling him that it was about time he spoke his feelings. “I’m the arsehole? Check your own actions first, mate.”

He breathed but he wasn’t done, the words flowing like vomit as he finally let go all of the bottled aggression, “You don’t know the first thing about being a racer, how fucking tiring it is and you use it against me like its something I’m not good at and I’m fucking tired of it.”

George went to continue, but the guilt of spitting every thought in his brain suddenly overcame him, instead he clutched at his helmet a little tighter, taking a deep breath before muttering as he walked away, “Good luck out there, you’ll need it.”

Fred stood there watching him walk away, something a bit more unfair that self-loathing and resentment lingering in his chest. It was dizzying, it was a feeling he altogether hated and actively tried to pretend he didn’t have.

Fred Weasley, in short, was guilty.

—

The Arizona sun was beating down on the track, everyone watching on with baited breath as each car lined up on the Phoenix Raceway, engines revving in anticipation of the start of the race. Fred was clutching at his steering wheel tightly, blinkered only on one thing; winning this one. George however, knew the racers he was up against; some of the best in the NASCAR cup and even some that had been driving as long as he had been alive, was lucky to find himself there, taking a deep breath. George wasn’t a religious man but in that moment he was praying to whatever god to grant him some good luck.

The green flag waved, signalling the start of the race, each car zooming by as the engines roared. The race was a tough one and everyone watching on knew that. The first ten or so laps went just as smoothly as planned, a backhaul crash in the 18th lap just missing the twins, but nevertheless cutting the number of racers pretty much immediately in half.

George grew more confident as he crept up the rankings, sitting comfortably in about 6th place for a grand majority of the race, while Fred trailed much behind him in about 8th place. The tension of the conference had truly stumped the older twin, pushing him to want to be up in the top dogs, but to no avail, every attempt was blocked for him.

The final three laps, George was in fourth and Fred was nowhere to be seen, well sat in his 11th place, seething at his inevitable loss. The younger twin was content with his placing, watching the third place drop down to 5th pushing him into the top 3. George swore he felt every single beat of his heart as he zoomed past the lap line. Two to go. Third place was enough for George, especially in a race like this. He zoomed past the lap line again. White Flag. Last chance.

In a flash, a car from behind George pushed forward, striking the first place car, sending three cars spiralling off the track leaving behind only dust sparks and fire in their tacks. It didn’t click for George that he had passed the finish line in 1st place until it blared through his headset.

“I fucking did what?” He shouted as he continued speeding around the track, the confirmation of his win ringing through his ears as he let out a loud but satisfied yell, the stress of weeks of losses finally leaving him in an exhale, welcoming the new feeling of pride.

Fred in the heat of the crash had fallen to 12th place, pushing him to be the last of all the cars on the track past the finish line - a loss he was not ready to accept no matter how much pride beamed from him hearing the news that the winner had been his own twin brother.

—

“George, how does it feel to have a trophy back?”

“Honestly, it feels so surreal - I’m so grateful for my team, crew, and absolutely amazing fiancée, Y/N - I love you so much, baby,” he shouted over the noise, cameras completely swamping the victory stage and hallway down to the bar. He had everything he could’ve wanted, you, a real win again, happy sponsors - but there was one thing missing.

Fred. Where was Fred? Did it really matter? He knew he hadn’t placed very far, but surely he wouldn’t be that angry would he? But then - no. No, George won, he deserved to win again after Fred had been hogging all the sunny days and he was still supportive. So where was his twin now? Even after everything.

He stopped you on his arm and said: “actually, there is one more person I really do have to thank.” He faced directly towards the camera, you utterly confused.

“Thank you, Freddie, for being the best supportive big brother a guy could ask for. You’ve always been a winner to me.” And with a shaky swallow, knowing he wasn’t here, knowing he probably could give a shit whether George thanked him or not, he went off with you on his arm to have a drink.

God knows he needed it.

—

The older twin sat in the lockers, his elbows resting on his knees, his bare arms and chest tensing periodically with pure and spiteful rage. What the absolute fuck had he done differently? He had been on his highest alert, his most pristine focus, what went wrong?

He didn’t crash, he didn’t bitch and moan to his pit crew, he didn’t fly off the handle - yet - so why did he get the curt, “I’m sorry, son, we all lose sometimes,” from Vinnie, his new manager like it was just normal.

Fred Weasley didn’t lose. Especially not after a ten time winning streak, no, he refused.

So there he sat, knowing his fiancé was probably making excuse after excuse as to why her husband had fled the cameras and the questions, why he wasn’t congratulating his brother on his fantastic win - but he didn’t have the energy to feel guilt. All he felt was loathing. He barely didn’t register the soft clicking of his soon to be wife’s heels clacking against the tile floor.

“Fred Weasley, what the fuck are you doing naked in the locker room, I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” she said with great exasperation. She looked stunning, in that pretty little two piece skirt and black crop number, not at all like a woman frantically in search of her formula 1 MIA husband.

“You look great, sweetheart,” he mumbled, barely looking up at her before getting up and turning to his locker, getting out his change of clothes. She watched his back ripple with tension and at the sight alone felt her thighs break for a second.

“So were you planning on telling me where you were or just sulking in here?”

“I was taking a shower, actually...I don’t get why you’re so pissed at me.” He snapped, not even bothering to turn around.

“I’m ‘pissed’ at you because your brother loves you and you’re in here acting like a five year old who got his teddy taken away from him.” She retorted. Fred turned around then, slamming the locker door shut for the second time that day, the sound echoing in the bathroom.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say to me?” He seemed to punctuate every word in the sentence, but his voice very quiet - too quiet.

“You’re - just get your clothes on and knock it off, Weasley,” she scoffed, trying to walk off the very minor but very palpable fear she felt, and the evident arousal pooling in her thighs. Fred, unfortunately, knew this, and in Fred fashion, was feeling quite a good many ways about this.

“Get your ass back here, right now, sweetheart,” he snapped, his volume gaining to a low roar. When she kept on walking to the door, his long legs loped to a brisk walk in front of the doorway, right in front of her. She didn’t realize that she was holding her breath for a second until she exhaled, and his thumb came up to grace her bottom lip.

“Open,” he said quietly, and then she did listen, her lips opening up to his thumb immediately. He always did this mannerism, when he said open he’d open his mouth too, almost showing her how she needed to be before usually saying “theeere, it is” but right now, he was silent, his mouth pressed in a thin line.

But then she bit. And hard. Pushing him off her and making him gasp, her heels clicked down the tile as fast as she could walk. But Fred wasn’t going to let her get away that easy. In an instant he threw his elongated and toned arm out to grab her waist, pulling her back into the wall, caging her in his hold.

“You’re being an absolute twat, you know that?” She spat. He delicately slapped the side of her face and squeezed her cheeks to form an o.

“And you’re being a prissy little bitch, but I’m still here, aren’t I?” He said harshly, scanning her eyes before yanking her in for a kiss. She immediately released a desperate moan into his mouth and he slid his hand through her hair and all the knots and tangles possible to reach the back of her head. His other hand slid down up her skirt to grope her thigh, hoisting her legs around his waist.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad, I swear,” she breathed out, before his lips messily met hers. He always kissed with his jaw, she noticed that, when he’d hit his strong jaw out to move with her and nuzzle her face and then she always moaned like she was doing now.

In an instant he was carrying her back towards the shower, the shuffle of so many movements causing the towel around his waist to fall off.

“You ready to take a winner, baby?”

—

After a couple of drinks it was safe to say that you and George had gotten a little closer than you usually would have sober. He wasn’t even tipsy, feeling no more than the pride of his win but even with that he wasn’t going to ignore the fact that his girl was practically purring for him while clinging to his arm. You were so desperate to pull him in for a kiss, hell you probably would have let him have you in the hall out of pure lust for your husband-to-be.

It had been so long since you’d seen him smile the way he was now, pride radiating off his skin alongside the heat of his lingering fever, making you remember that not only had he won the hardest race he’d ever driven, but he’d done so while sick. A smirk spread over your lips as you went to push up on your toes, lips pecking a gentle kiss to his jaw.

“What’s that for, angel?” He smiled down at you, his lips now ducking down to press a loving kiss to your forehead.

“Just a taste of how I’m gonna congratulate my winner later.” You mumbled playfully as his arm snuck around your waist to pull you in tighter, leaning to whisper in your ear as his lips grazed over your earlobe.

“Guess I should think about getting you to bed then, yeah? That what you want bub?” He pulled away from your ear with a grin stretching from ear to ear.

You nodded bashfully, letting him tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, the rosy hue on his cheeks apparent just from being close to you, in this moment. George didn’t care about the press or his manager or really even the win anymore, not when he had you right in front of him, begging him short of being on your knees.

He made an excuse, whatever it had to be to get you alone, to get away from the champagne, cameras and chatting. His jacket was draped over your shoulders as you found your way out of the celebration lounge, giggling like teenagers as you walked hand in hand to his car, the echoes of laughter humming around the underground car park before he had you trapped between his body and the passenger side door.

“I can’t wait to get you back to our room.” He mumbled, lips just hovering inches away from yours. His hand slipped just under the hem of your top, his hot touch sending sparks flying through you.

“The things I want you to do to me, Weasley.” You breathed out, hand reaching behind his head to pull his lips down to yours, letting him leave no gaps between you, him and his car.

“Oh yeah?,” he murmured breathlessly, nose knocking against yours, “Like what, princess? Don’t be shy, we have a whole journey for you to run that pretty mouth of yours.”

“You’ll ruin me one day if you keep talking like that, George.”

“I think I’ll ruin you tonight instead, love.”

—

“Freddie, please-“

“No, I’m not stopping until you cum on me, princess, I deserve that much,” he snarled, his cock rippling through her over and over. He had intended on fucking all his anger out on her ever since he pushed her into the shower, everything only mouths and melded hands.

“Feels - feels so good, Freddie” she whined, her legs barely able to sustain being wrapped around him. His hips whipcracked into her at an entirely new angle, prompting her to mewl and claw at his back like a cat.

“Oh my poor baby, can she not take my cock? Would another racer do a better job at - “ he pushed deeper into that new spot, her mewls and whines turning to wanton cries. “ - stretching you out instead of me?”

“No one can do this, Fred, I promise, love,” she murmured, her eyes rolling vacantly to the back of her head. He sensed her climax was arriving soon, she was like butter under his hot embrace.

“Look at me,” he growled, squeezing her face and tilting it upwards. “I want to see my prize when she makes a mess everywhere, you hear me, princess?” Her widened eyes bore into his deep chocolate ones and when she finished, she truly could not look at anything else except him, it was always him and only him that made her feel like this.

“Thaaaat’s it, baby, look at you, being such a dirty little girl for me. You like making messes for me, princess?” He cooed, his soft and caring tone a total opposite to the way he pulled out and slammed back in, making her scream and be flush against him.

“M-mhm,” she murmured, Fred shaking his head as he chuckled, carrying her dripping out of the shower, still inside her. “Do you want me to take you off?” He whispered, the anger still in his throat, but...she would always be more important. Making her feel safe was always important, even in the worst of his rage. Fortunately, she nodded at him and kissed his jaw, a soothing gesture that always meant she loved him, everything was okay, he didn’t hurt her. He smoothed the top of her wet hair down and gave the top of her head a kiss, his ring finger stroking against the centre of her spine.

But then, a certain thought excited him blackly.

“Baby…who put that ring on you?” He asked pensively. No, he didn’t win that idiotic fucking race, and no, he didn’t beat his brother in this race but - he still won her. He suddenly felt his dick twitch deep inside her and he groaned, clenching his jaw at the sudden awareness of her engagement ring digging into his shoulder. He fully stopped looking at the ground and the towel on the locker hanger, reaching for it and dropping it flat on the ground.

“F-Freddie?” She asked weakly.

“Mhm?”

“What - what are you doing?” She released a high pitch whine at the feeling of Fred twitching again, and at that he flipped her over on the towel, backside up, his cunt and his ass being fully presented to him like that. And then he moaned, his eyes shutting after and his jaw rolling when he saw her buck her ass up to try and meet him wherever he was behind her.

“God, you are just a good for nothing little Formula 1 whore aren’t you?” He breathed out, his hands sliding to cup her ass and squeezing, relishing in the scarlet rash of skin that came and went with a blink of an eye.

“You’d like to think so,” she quietly quipped, his hands suddenly freezing on her ass.

“Oh...is that so? Well, then…” and at that he slowly began to squeeze again until she was squirming, then bringing his hand down to the centre of her ass, a loud smack echoing in the room. She cried into the towel and bucked her ass towards him once again.

“Yes, yes, I’m a Formula 1 whore,” she wept, Fred chuckling and positioning his cock at her entrance, just barely letting his tip brush her cunt.

“What if I just stayed here, hmm? Didn’t even let you have my cock, just gave you a taste of what it would be like to get fucked by me and go use another checkered flag slut instead, that sound good, baby?” He said crisply, trying not to let the tortured feeling of his cock get to him.

“Fred, I-“ and with a final growl, Fred pushed himself to the brim inside her once more. She cried out his name into the towel, his free hand not bracing himself from behind pushing her head into the towel. He was devouring every noise that came from her mouth, mostly strained cries and pants that registered with every crack of his hips inside her. He felt her near her release again, his as well, his hips losing tempo.

“Gonna marry you and stuff you with aaaall my babies, isn’t that right princess? Gonna make my trophy wife swell up, you won’t be able to even fathom seeing that pretty pussy of yours in the morning” He panted, groaning at the sight of his cock disappearing and reappearing in her - in his - cunt.

“Please, wanna be so full, of your...of your babies, Fred,” she whimpered, his name falling from her lips like alphabet soup as she, with a final rock of her ass against him, came undone around him. He gripped her hips and with a sharp “I love you, fuck” followed her in the same way, his hips rolling ever so gently back into her to soothe their highs.

After a moment he pulled out of her, dismantling the baby hairs sticking to her forehead out the way, pressing kiss after kiss there.

“Weasley, you got any car plush toys on you by chance?” She quipped, prompting a grin from Fred and a chaste kiss to her lips and nose.

“No, but the Babies R Us near home might…”

—

The second you were parked up, George had his hand snaked around the back of your neck pulling you in to peck your lips over and over, warm and comforting giggles slipping from your lips between every kiss. The trip up to your room took twice the time it would usually take, stopping frequently to evade the hotel staff, as well as missing your floor entirely in the elevator; too distracted by the taste of his lips and the way his hands gripped desperately at your hips.

Once well inside your hotel room, you found yourself underneath him, hair sprawled out beneath you as he marvelled at your beauty. A toothy grin spread across his lips before his head ducked down to press a kiss just below your ear, sucking a deep purple mark against your warm skin as a giggle erupted through his throat, the vibrations causing you to do the same, hands pressed against his shoulders to push him away.

“Good lord, woman, I love you.” He breathed out, his lips moving to press a kiss to your forehead. You sighed out a moan as his fingers slipped underneath the hem of your shirt, bunching the fabric up as he pushed it up your torso and over your bra, exposing the plain but gorgeous lace.

His lips soon pressed against your exposed skin, sucking mark after mark down the valley of your breasts, humming in satisfaction at the way you writhed beneath him as your hands wove through his soft, ginger locks, tousling them perfectly as you giggled together.

“You may have won today, Georgie, but I’m winning now.” You whined, keeping him pulled close to you as his free hand snuck just underneath the hem of your skirt, fingers brushing against your sensitive clit as he swallowed each and every moan, taking pleasure in slipping the flimsy lace to the side to sink his fingers into you quickly and with no mercy, letting you chant his name as you begged for more.

It didn’t take much for him to oblige, hardly pulling away from you to slip his cock free, teasing your entrance for a moment before he was pushing slowly into you, letting you get used to the feeling of the first few inches, only for him to pull back out, chuckling darkly at the way you writhed against the sheets. “Baby please, don’t tease me like that.”

He pouted mockingly, dipping his head down to press a slow and intimate kiss to your lips, nose nudging against yours before he mumbled into the kiss, letting you lean into it. “As you wish, princess.”

Almost all at once, you felt him move your hips to the right position, continuing to tease you as he sank slowly into you, not daring to pull away again as he eyed the way your face contorted with pleasure, your hands slipping under the thin t-shirt, he wore, pulling it over his head and tossing it across the room, your nails dragging down the freshly exposed skin, pulling a groan from him.

“I’m gonna fuck you so deep, bub, gonna make you scream and give you a baby.” He groaned, hands pressing your head down to the mattress as he cradled it, hot breath fanning over your face as his slow thrusts pulled moan after moan from you.

His strong arm hooked underneath you, pulling you up and into his chest, as his hips continued in pushing in and out of you at the most antagonising pace. He smirked at the way your head immediately fell to rest on his shoulder, your eyes squeezing shut from the new angle.

“Bet you’re loving this aren’t you? Not so bold anymore, angel.” His gravelly voice rumbled through your ear, hand gripping that little bit tighter as he felt your small shallow breaths growing deeper at the intensely slow lovemaking you were far from expecting tonight.

“I’m still bold.” You whispered, nudging forward to pull his earlobe between your teeth before peppering sloppy, wet kisses along his neck.

“Funny one, love.” He smirked, beginning to pick the pace up a notch, enough to bring the hanging release down on you, pushing you to be clenching around him as you begged for it. “I knew you’d like that.”

He had a way of completely dumbfounding you, making you lost for words, finding yourself against the sheets fully again, this time he had hooked your legs over his shoulders only to lean down and press his lips to yours, all the time his skilled fingers toyed with your clit.

You felt as if every sense had been awoken, stimulated by his very touch like a fire had been lit around you, pulling you into the embrace of the flames as you found yourself screaming his name, the inevitable high falling over you.

“That’s it, baby, doing so good for me…” He breathed heavily, his lips pressing to your forehead as he continued to ride out your high, his own release painting your walls as he fucked it into you, pulling true on his promise of filling you up.

You felt so full, his love washing through you from head to toe as he lazily kissed you, slipping your legs off his shoulders to pull you back into his arms, keeping himself bottomed out inside of you.

“I’m dead serious about giving you a baby, princess.” He chuckled, hand trailing up and down your back as he traced languid shapes into your soft skin.

“Good, I’m dead serious about having your baby.”

—

Fred knocked on the door, his foot tapping on the carpet outside George’s hotel room. He was always a fidgety man, but today would be all too different for the eldest Weasley twin.

He knocked once more, altogether considering just going home and leaving a lengthy but probably nonsense voicemail, if not entirely fueled by alcohol then by sheer force of nature that was his fiancé alone.

He had decided on giving up, his legs stretching as he turned around. But then the door opened, the equally messy haired ginger behind it looking so much calmer and more serene than Fred ever could.

“Heya, Georgie,” Fred breathed out. George would never have said it out loud, but Fred looked like absolute death. He could tell his older brother had gotten little to no sleep, his eyes sunken in. He knew Fred was hurting, and George never was one to rub it in. If anything, George would always be the one who understood him the most, they rarely ever had to apologize to each other for things like this, their souls simply understanding when pain was evident.

“Morning, Freddie…” George spoke warmly, crossing his arms over his chest for a moment, smiling lazily at his twin as he pondered his next move. “D’you wanna come in?”

“Yeah...yeah, that’d be nice,” he swallowed, smiling softly at his slightly younger (but in many ways, much older) twin.

George stepped aside, letting his brother in as he shut the door behind him. He rubbed his hands together, a smile that rounded his cheeks on his face as he sensed the awkwardness in the room. This wasn’t like them at all. “Everyone missed you yesterday, Fred, parties aren’t the same without you.”

“As in, no one drank all the rum and Coke at the party without me is what I’m hearing?” He cracked a small smile, attempting to avoid as much eye contact with Georgie that wasn’t necessary.

“George, I’m so sorry.” He said softly, his jaw stilling.

“You don’t have to apologise, Fred.”

“No, but I do. I...I know how special being behind the wheel is to you, and you’re right. I don’t know what it means to win, at least not like you, and...George, you’re my best friend, stupid.” He aggressively wiped under his eyes. “I want to be happy for you and lately I haven’t even been thankful for you and that isn’t fair, mate, I...I love you. So much.”

“I feel like I was losing you there, Freddie, I’ve hardly seen you, we don’t talk unless it’s a press conference and just… Fuck I hate this, I miss being able to call you and talk about all the dumb things we can do together.” George sighed, looking up to the ceiling to stop the tears from falling.

Fred’s, however, were already hitting the ground. “I hate it too, Georgie...I hate it so much. It’s fun, being a racer like you - with you - but I just...I want to fix your tires again, man” he tearfully chuckled, watching George do the same. “I want to say stupid shit like ‘baby brother, your blinker fluid is out’ over the headset and listen to you cuss me out, and I want to be able to know I’m still on your team at the end of the day.” He curled his lip inward. “That’s all I’ve wanted. Is to be on your team.”

“You have no idea what it’s like to win without you, when you’re out there making sure that everything is okay I just know my big brother is there looking out for me and I miss it, I miss telling everyone that it was you who made it possible, Freddie, you’re my star man.�� George smiled, scratching his arm nervously, wanting nothing more than for things to be like old times.

Fred let out a breathy laugh, his eyes still brimming with fresh tears. “I’m the last one to thank, you big wanker, I don’t drive the damn thing constantly, that’s all you and your foolishness.” He swallowed. “I just...if you’ll have me back, I already talked to the Wood Brothers and everything but um...there’s a deal where I would be able to also drive once a month or so, and be your Pit Crew Pit Bull the other races. If that was okay with you - I want to be there with you again.” His knee bounced in the silence, his guilt and fear bouldering in his throat.

“I’d want nothing more than to have you back, I think it’ll be good for you to still stay driving, you have to get that adrenaline fill somewhere… I don’t say it enough, but I’m proud of you, proud of what you’ve achieved.” George smiled, the toothy grin brightening up the room as the awkwardness seemed to fade. “Even though you do become a cocky bastard sometimes.”

Fred scoffed and rolled his eyes. “One does not become a cocky bastard, Georgie-kins, one is a cocky bastard...also, I have to be,” he said getting up and moving to where George was sitting. “if I’m going up against my snot-nosed little brother who’s getting married and is going to expect me to babysit for a thousand hateful children,” he waggled his eyebrows and threw a pillow at him. “But thank you...I mean that. You know you’re easily the best on that track every time. Every time. I’m...I'm proud to be your twin, Georgie.”

“I don’t know how I survived without your brilliant humour gracing us all, Freddie, I truly missed the inspiring wit,” George chuckled, gently nudging his twin with his fist, “After all, you’re not too bad of a brother to have, not everyone can be me but you’re as close as anyone’s gonna get.” He smirked, eyebrow raised as he looked over to his twin.

“I truly am so distraught I did not destroy you in the womb when I had the shot, but here’s to the wish anyway,” full on slamming George in the face with the pillow and howling at the action. “Top that, bitch,” he barked.

“It’s on now.” George laughed, throwing the pillow back at his brother, sending an eruption of laughter echoing around the hotel room, the two boys flinging cushions around like there was no tomorrow.

But the laughter didn’t end, only continuing as loud roars and giggles as time passed. You found yourself swinging your legs out of bed, trudging towards the source of the noise, only to find feathers everywhere and the twins laughing together in a childlike manner. “Could the two of you be any more loud?”

“Sorry, baby… didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“Yeah, sorry, Y/N.” Fred chimed in.

“You’re damn lucky it isn’t early, Weasley.” You sighed, rolling your eyes as you shuffled off towards the warm embrace of the morning shower, thankful to see the twins as they should be, happy and together once again.

A/N // so phia and i have pretty much decided that we’re gonna keep this going so... part IV coming sooooon ;))))

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cazimagines · 3 years ago

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Ok here me out niki with a nascar s/o what would that be like

- After celebrating his latest championship in F1 Niki decided to go to America for a little holiday. He never really had a desire to ever visit America but after Hunt was seen spending time there, making fans Niki wanted to go and do the same thing due to how he hated seeing Hunt have all the people fawning over him

- He heard of the sports Nascar but he never held it in any regard. It was crap compared to F1, just America's way of trying to have their own special thing because they couldn't join F1. He didn't want to go anywhere near it thinking just sitting and watching it would be a waste of his time but out of the little friends that he had, they forced him to go see it.

- Like he predicted, it was crap. He spent most of the time sitting there complaining about how it was nothing like F1, that the cars were rubbish, not going nearly as fast enough as they did in F1. One American had the nerve to turn around and shh him saying 'what does he know about cars'

- Niki wanted to murder that man

- But there was one thing that caught his eye. Though he hated watching all the cars achingly drive by slowly, there was one car that seemed to at least have the ability to cut edges, overtake other racers efficiently. They weren't nearly as good as the other drivers at F1, but they were better than the rest of the Nascar drivers.

- After the race, he decided to go over to the racer. He didn't know what compelled him to. He had no reason to but he did. He watched you emerge from the car, hugging your other teammates. You were friendlier than he was, had a better relationship with your teammates. 'Hey' he called out to you, 'You're driving, it was okay'

- You turned around to him amused and also shocked by his words, 'That's all you can say? Okay? I'd like to see you try and race in one of these' you bite rank and he glares at you, 'You don't know who I am?' he replies, 'Should I?' 'Seeming as I have won many F1 championships, yes'

- You roll your eyes at his words, realising he was one of those arrogant F1 drivers 'Oh you're one of them. I don't pay attention to those races. I find them boring' Niki scoffs, glancing away from you in anger, 'Because you know these races and cars are crap in comparison' 'I know for a fact that these cars are better than yours ever will be' 'Then why don't you visit England sometime so I can show you what a real driver is like'

- And that you suppose is what you could consider your first date. It took a long while before Niki asked you out. Because of your jobs, there were long periods of time where you two didn't see each other, plus the mutual hatred you had for each other in the beginning. You both deserved each other's racing and aimed to prove each other wrong about who was better.

- But you two had almost a mutual respect for each other as well. Though you would never admit to it both of you viewed each other as best in the field. After all, you could admire the driving skills of a talented driver which both of you were.

- While the foundations were shakey because of this mutual respect you two were able to build a relationship off it. You both still annoyed each other to no end, the arguments between the two of you could get out of hand but you had enough passion and dare I say it, love, to push through it.

- During the year it was hard for you two to meet up, with Niki travelling the world for each race apart from America, and you staying stationed in America for Nascar, but it made the times when you got to see each other again worth it.

- Yes he could be an asshole, an arrogant dick, but you ended up loving him for it at the same time and he loved you equally back.

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hockeynascarfan91258 · 3 years ago

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Chapter 8

Eden and Chase headed back to Dawsonville after Chase did his media and such. It was almost Chase's 25th birthday and Eden was planning a huge surprise for him. Chase loved backyard barbecues at home so that's what they were doing. She knew how much he loved Eric Church so she was having him perform there. She invited his family and close friends.

Finally the day was here it was Chase's birthday. Eden woke up before he did. She put on his shirt and headed down to make him breakfast. A little bit later she takes it upstairs.

"Something smells so good." Chase says sitting up.

"Breakfast in bed for the birthday boy." Eden says.

"Hmm can I have what's under my shirt?" Chase asks.

"Hmm maybe if your a good boy and eat all of your breakfast." Eden says kissing him.

"Okay." Chase says.

Eden had made all of his favorites including Honey Nut Cheerios. They ate together and then Chase set the trays aside. He pulls her into his lap.

"Chase." Eden moans feeling the tip of his hard on rubbing her entrance.

"No underwear baby and so wet for me?" Chase says.

"Always wet for you." Eden moans.

"Good ." Chase says as he pushes up into her.

Every inch of skin was touching as they moved together.

"God baby." Eden moans as Chase kisses her neck sucking on it.

"Mmm." Chase moans deep in his throat.

They move together kissing and touching any skin they could.

"Chase oh god." Eden calls out as she cums hard.

Her orgasm rushes through her.

"Eden baby." Chase moans as he cums inside her.

They ride it out. They end up going at it a few more times before laying in the bed wrapped around each other.

"Happy birthday baby." Eden says kissing his chest.

"Thank you baby. Best way to celebrate wrapped up with you." Chase says.

"You would think as much sex we have been having these babies would come." Eden says.

"I know but I guess they are just stubborn like their daddy and their mama." Chase says.

"True fact." Eden says laughing.

"We better get up. I have to head out with my dad and Ryan." Chase says.

"Yes to do boy things. Why I head to your moms to help plan your birthday dinner." Eden says.

"Yeah I know. I am so happy you will finally get to meet Brittany and Starr." Chase says.

"I have met them before." Eden says.

"Yes but as my best friend princess not as my wife and mother of my unborn kids." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

They both get up and get dressed. Chase heads out with his dad, Ryan and a few other guy friends. Eden got dressed and headed to his parents house. Eden walks in.

"Surprise!" Cindy says.

Brittany, Starr, Amy Earnhardt, Abigail Kahne, Samantha Busch, Chandra Johnson, Ingrid Gordon, Emily Johnson, Shannon Gustafson and a lot of other wives in the racing circle were there.

"What is this?" Eden asks.

"A little baby shower for you lil Chase and Casey. Then we will clean up and turn it into a backyard barbecue for Chase's birthday." Starr says.

"Yes welcome to the family Eden. I always knew that you and my brother would end up together." Brittany says.

"Thanks guys." Eden says hugging them both.

"Yes welcome to the family." Cindy replies joining the hug.

They they usher Eden to her chair. They make her a plate of food and then everyone gets a plate as well.

They chat as they eat. They then play a few games before opening gifts. They really spoiled the heck out of the twins. They then clean up from the baby shower and decorate and get ready for Chases party. Eric would he there soon as would Chase and the boys. They were in the kitchen helping the caterers get set up.

"Oh god." Eden says clutching her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asks.

"My water just broke." Eden says.

"Oh no." Starr says.

"It's okay guys I'm going to get Abigail she is an OB doctor and can help." Brittany says.

"Okay we will take Eden into the living room and get her comfortable." Cindy says.

With the help of Starr and Cindy Eden made it into the living room and they got her laying down on the couch. A few minutes later Brittany returns with Abigail.

"Guys can you go get blankets and some other things." Abigail says.

She gave them each a list of things to get.

"Eden I am going to slide off your under wear and do an exam to see how far along you are okay?" Abigail says.

"Okay." Eden says.

She then screams out as a contraction hits her. Abigail quickly takes the underwear off and does the exam.

"Okay Eden looks like it's show time you are 10 cm's." Abigail says.

"Oh god." Eden says as another contraction hits her.

Cindy, Starr and Brittany come back with the stuff. They then each take their spot beside Eden. They coach her through birth. A few minutes later Eden brings a healthy baby Boy into the world. They didn't have much time before she then delivered her little girl followed by the placenta. Brittany and Starr get her cleaned up. Abigail and Cindy got the babies cleaned up and Eden was able to hold them.

"I can't believe they are here." Eden says kissing their heads.

"They both look just like Chase when he was born." Cindy says.

"So precious." Brittany and Starr says.

Eden was relieved to hear Cindy say that but she knew without a doubt they were Chases but now it was confirmed. They got the babies laying in their little number 9 race car carrier.

"I need help getting dressed." Eden says.

"For?" Cindy says.

"Chases birthday party." Eden says.

"We are still having it? Aren't you tired?" Starr asks.

"Yeah shouldn't you go to the hospital?" Brittany asks.

"The babies are fine no need for a hospital. Just take them to see their pediatrician soon for follow up." Abigail says.

"In that case let's get ready to celebrate the birthday boy." Eden says.

Cindy and Brittany help her get into her dress and her shoes. They then take her down and she attempts to feed the twins for the first time. She does well and they both latch on. Once they finish eating she changed them and out then into their new outfits. She then takes them out into the backyard. The rest of the guests pass the twins around. Finally it was almost time for Chase to come. Eden took the twins back. Chase walks through the gate with the rest of the guys.

"Surprise!" Everyone says.

"For me?" Chase asks.

"Of course for you! Happy birthday son!" Cindy says hugging him.

"Thanks mom." Chase says returning the hug.

"Happy birthday ace." Bill says.

"Thanks dad." Chase says.

He goes through the line until he reaches Eden who was holding the twins.

"Happy birthday daddy." Eden says.

"Oh my god you had them?" Chase asks shocked.

He sits down beside her.

"I did baby. With the help of your sisters, your mom and Abigail." Eden replies.

She hands him their daughter. She looked just like he did when he was a baby so there was no doubt he was their father as his son was also a spitting image of him when he was a baby.

"She's beautiful just like her mama." Chase says kissing her head.

He then leans over and then kisses his son followed by Eden.

"I love you Clyde. Meet your daughter Casey Leeann Elliott." Eden says.

"Oh baby you named her after Casey." Chase says.

"Figured you would like to honor him and I did too." Eden says.

"I love it, and I love you so much." Chase says.

"And this is your son William Clyde Elliott the third." Eden says.

Chase just smiled.

"Best birthday gifts I will ever receive." Chase says.

They mingle around the crowd. The had pulled pork barbecue, ribs, barbecue chicken, baked beans, macaroni and cheese, chili and cornbread. Chase opened his gifts from Eden and friends and family and then they had watermelon and cake. It was awesome.

Finally the night wound down. Cindy was holding the twins getting all the snuggles she could. Eden leads Chase over to the make shift stage.

"I have a huge surprise for you Baby." Eden says.

"Even bigger then you having the twins?" Chase asks.

"Well no but it is still a huge surprise." Eden says.

That was when Eric Church walked out onto the stage.

"Oh my god." Chase says.

"Happy birthday Clyde." Eden says.

Eric starts to play. He played his biggest hits including Talladega, hell of a view, Srpingsteen, Smoke a lil Smoke, drink in my hand and many more. Everyone was having a hell of a time. The alcohol was provided by Dale Jr and whiskey river. To end the show he had a special dedication.

"Okay Chase and Eden I want you to take the center of the dance floor." Eric says.

Chase and Eden come front and center. Chase pulls her close to him and Eden wraps her arms around him laying her head on his chest.

"Okay now this song is for you from Eden with lots of love. Happy birthday." Eric says.

He then starts to play Love your love the most.

"I love sleeping in on Saturdays

And I love college football games

I love not acting my age

And good barbecue

Yeah I'm a fan of Faulkner books

And anything my mama cooks

Small mouth bass have got me hooked

On Sunday afternoon

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday night

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

Man I love how Redman tastes

And damn I love my Nascar race

Any song sung by George Strait

Is country at it's best

Yes I love good cold beer

And mustard on my fries

I love a good loud honky tonk

That rocks on Friday nights

And hell yes I love my truck

But I want you to know

Honey I love your love the most

I love

Yeah I love scuffed up cowboy boots

And broken tore up jeans

A four wheel drive, eight point bucks

And rocky road ice cream

And hell yes I love my dog

And Jack D in my coke

But honey I love your love

Yeah I love your love

I love your love the most

I love your love the most" Chase sings with Eric as they sway back and forth.

Finally everyone starts to leave. Eden and Chase head home with Fletch and the twins and everything they had from the baby shower and his birthday.

"I will get it in the house later." Chase says.

"Okay baby. I am tired too." Eden says.

"I bet you are baby." Chase says.

They then take the babies into the house and get them fed, changed and settled into their nursery. Fletch made himself at home in the center.

"Guess he's going to protect his siblings." Eden says.

"Yup big brother on duty." Chase says.

He flips on the baby monitor and him and Eden head into their room. They get changed for bed and then climb in. Eden snuggled against Chase and he held her tight.

"Good night baby I love you." Eden says.

"Goodnight baby I love you too. Thanks for the best birthday ever baby. Lil Chase and Casey are the best gifts ever." Chase says kissing her head.

They snuggle together falling asleep.

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Chase and Eden were up off and on throughout the night taken care of the twins. Chase had taken the last wake up since they just needed to be changed.

Eden woke up a little bit later finding Chase laying beside her with Casey snuggled up on his chest. It warmed her heart. Eden got up without waking either of them. She slips on her bedroom slippers and her robe and heads down to the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving day and they would be going to Bill and Cindys later for dinner. Eden was making a few dishes to take with them. She makes her corn casserole, green bean casserole and her famous pecan pie. She ended up making three one she could leave home because she knew Chase loved it. Once everything was in the oven she started to make breakfast. That was when she felt arms snake around her waist.

"I love seeing you barefoot in my kitchen." Chase says kissing her neck.

He was still wet from the shower.

"Only thing is I'm not pregnant anymore." Eden says.

"For now baby." Chase says.

"You are going to knock me up again once the six weeks are up aren't you?" Eden asks.

"Damn I have to wait six weeks?" Chase says.

"Well six weeks before we can have vaginal intercourse but there are other ways." Eden says.

"Yes there are thank god. And to answer your question, yes I plan on knocking you up as soon as I can." Chase says.

"Figured as much." Eden says turning to face him.

She runs her hands on the sides of his face. Chase leans into the touch. He was wearing just a towel.

"I love you Eden so much. I am so thankful for you. You are my best friend and my soul mate, mother to my babies and love of my life." Chase says kissing her.

"I am thankful for you too Chase my real life Superman, my hero, soulmate, best friend and father to my babies and most importantly love of my life." Eden says before kissing back.

"Come back to bed baby." Chase says.

"I have to make sure the food is out of the oven. Not trying to burn down your house." Eden says.

"Our house baby. Everything I own is yours baby including my heart." Chase says.

"Aww." Eden replies planting a soft kiss on his lips.

Chase pulls her closer to him. He was unbelievably hard. Eden rubs her thigh against him.

"God don't tease baby." Chase moans.

That was when the timers went off.

"Let me grab the stuff out of the oven and I will take care of you." Eden says.

Chase nods his head and then helps her get the stuff out of the oven. They put the two casseroles in the fridge. And they cover the three pies and put them off to the side. Eden shut the oven down. Chase comes up behind her picking her up throwing her over his shoulder.

"Back to bed we go." Chase says patting her butt.

"Clyyddeee!" Eden squeals.

Chase grabs the ice bin out of the freezer and then heads up to their room. He sits Eden down on the bed. Eden kneels up in front of Chase. She kisses his stomach.

"Eden baby." Chase moans.

She takes the towel off throwing it. She flicks her tongue out licking the tip of his cock. She then sucks the tip sucking away the pre cum.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

Eden licks a circle around the tip then down the under side of his cock before taking him totally in her mouth. She slowly works him in and out little by little.

"God baby that's it suck my cock baby." Chase moans grabbing her hair.

He runs his fingers through it as he pushes her head further on him. He starts to thrust a little fucking her mouth. Eden hallows her cheeks. She switched it up between her mouth and her hands. But the whole time her smile never left her face and her eyes never left Chase's.

"God Eden do you know how hot it is to watch you suck my cock." Chase moans.

"Mm hmm." Eden moans against him sending vibrations through him.

"God baby gonna cum." Chase says.

Eden gently plays with his balls as she nods her head. She takes him all the way into her mouth running her tongue up and down his shaft.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase groans as he cums hard right down her throat.

Eden swallows down every drop. She then slowly works him out of her mouth licking him clean. She then kisses up his stomach and chest to his neck. She sucks leaving marks. Finally she kisses his jaw to his lips. She drops a bit of cum into his mouth letting him taste himself as she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Chase breaks away.

"Whats wrong!?" Eden asks worried.

"Nothing baby. That was amazing baby." Chase says kissing her head.

He then lays her back on the bed.

"Remember baby no vaginal intercourse." Eden says.

"I know baby. But I'm going to worship your body and make you cum using my mouth." Chase says.

"God please baby, I am so turned on and need release." Eden begs.

"Do you trust me?" Chase asks.

"With my life." Eden says.

"Good." Chase says.

He picks up a piece of ice putting it in his mouth. He then kisses her lips letting her suck it out. He gets another piece and moves along her jaw , down her jawline to her neck down to her chest. He gets another piece running it across one breast and around one nipple before heading to the other one repeating the process.

"Chase." Eden moans.

Chase grabbed another piece of ice. He then kisses down her stomach the hip line. He continued down to her slit.

"Oh god baby." Eden moans putting her fingers in his hair pushing him down onto her further.

"Mmhmm." Chase moans against her.

He pushes his tongue inside her and starts to lick and suck and twist it around. He was eating her like a man starved. They never broke eye contact and he had a huge smile on his face. It was such a turn on.

"God Clyde baby that's right eat my pussy so good baby." Eden purrs out.

Chase added a finger inside her stretching her gently. He bends his finger inside her hitting her g spot as he sucks on her clit. That was it.

"Clyde oh god Clyde." Eden calls out as she cums hard orgasm rushing trough her.

Chase kept going letting her ride it out. He licks her clean. He then kisses her body following his ice in reverse. He finally reached her mouth. He drops a little of her cum onto her mouth letting her taste herself off his tongue as he devoured her mouth.

"God that was amazing." Chase says.

"It was baby. It's always good with you." Eden says.

"I am glad." Chase says kissing her head.

"Now we should get up and get ready." Chase says.

"Can we go get the twins and snuggle and watch the parade first?" Eden asks.

"Yeah baby that would be perfect baby." Chase says kissing her head.

Chase goes and gets the twins carrying them into the room. He hands Lil Chase to Eden. He then sits down with Casey. They were both still sleeping.

"They are so precious and beautiful and I can't believe they are here." Eden says as she lays back with Baby Chase on her chest.

"I know right Daytona was a great night, won the biggest race of the season, got to make love to my princess for the first time and these two were conceived." Chase says snuggling closer to Eden with Casey laying on his chest.

"Best decision I ever made. I don't know why it took me so long." Eden says.

"I don't know either but you were worth the wait. I would wait as long as it took." Chase says kissing her.

"I love you Clyde." Eden says.

"I love you more." Chase says.

Chase turns the parade on and they lay there watching it. It was a little different without the people in attendance but it was still amazing to watch. It finally got to Santa Claus.

"Wow Christmas will be here so soon. I haven't done any shopping." Eden says.

"We can shop this weekend catch the deals from Black Friday and Cyber Monday." Chase says.

"True." Eden says.

"I have a little surprise for you baby." Chase says.

"Okay?" Eden says.

"After Thanksgiving is over we are going to pack and head to Aspen." Chase says.

"Really baby?" Eden says getting excited.

"Yes I bought us a log cabin cottage out there." Chase says.

"I love it. Will the family come out there for Christmas?" Eden asks.

"Yes and New Years. When I will marry you in front of family and a few close friends." Chase replies.

"A New Years wedding. I love it." Eden says.

"Yes when I kiss you at midnight it will be as my wife." Chase says.

"I'm your wife now." Eden says laughing.

"I know but you know what I mean." Chase says.

"I do." Eden says.

They finish watching the parade. Then then get up and take care of the babies. They then get ready to go to Cindy and Bills.

"Pack a bag baby cus we are staying over tonight. I will probably be to drunk to drive a and you will have wine." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden says.

She grabs a overnight bag and packs a change of clothes for her and Chase. She then packs the diaper bag for the twins with a few outfits and diapers. She made sure she had her pumping machine and the pack and play.

She then gets dressed it a black red and white plaid dress. She comes out and sees Chase had put on a red white and black plaid shirt a jeans.

"We are twinning baby." Eden says.

"Yes we are and didn't even plan it." Chade says kissing her head.

Chase takes the stuff out to the truck. Eden takes the babies downstairs in their carrier. She then grabs the food having it ready. Chase takes the babies out and buckled them in. Eden puts the food in the back and then goes and gets Fletcher. Chase gets in with them.

"We will be able to take the two puppies home with us." Chase says.

"Aww okay." Eden says.

"Ready to go?" Chase asks.

"Yes baby." Eden says.

Chase pulls out to the drive and heads towards his parents house. A little bit later they arrive and he pulls into the drive. Eden gets out with Fletch. Chase gets out and grabs the twins.

"I'll come back as grab the food and the bags." Chase says.

"Okay baby." Eden replies.

They head into the house. Eden gets the twins settled into their swing. Chase went and got the bags and food. He comes in and hands the food to Eden before taking their bags down to his childhood room. Eden heads into the kitchen. Cindy, Starr and Brittany were already in there.

"Hey guys." Eden says.

"Yay you are here." Starr says

"I will take the casseroles and pies and put them aside." Brittany says.

"Okay where do you need me?" Eden asks.

They work together and get all the food made and set the table so they could eat. Everyone gathered in the dinning room.

"Man this food looks so good. You girls out did yourselves." Bill says.

"Yes it looks so good." Chase replies locking eyes with Eden.

"Well let's sit down and eat." Cindy says.

"Yes I am hungry." Starr replies.

"I am too." Brittany says.

Everyone sits down. Eden was sitting across from Chase.

"Before we dig into this amazing food. We always sing we gather together." Bill says.

"Eden honey you always had a pretty voice, why don't you lead us off." Cindy says.

"We gather together to ask the Lord's blessing; He chastens and hastens His will to make known; The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing; Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own." Eden sings.

Everyone sang with her. They then dig in. Eden takes her foot and starts to run it up Chase's leg going up to his thigh. Chase starts to cough.

"Chase honey are you okay?" Cindy asks.

"Yeah just something stuck in my throat." Chase says.

He glares at Eden as he took a sip of his beer. Eden flashes him a smirk. She knew what she was doing. She hand her foot wedged between his legs rubbing his cock. She felt him growing harder. She was loving it. Somehow Chase made it through dinner and desert. He got roped into dishes and clean up. Eden went and took care of the babies before laying them down in their play pen in Chase's room in the basement. She heads up stairs finding Chase in the kitchen drying. She grabs a dish towel.

"Need some help there stud?" Eden asks smacking his butt with the towel.

"Yes the faster we get done the faster we can go to bed." Chase replies looking at her with love and a whole lot of lust in his eyes.

"I am not tired Clyde." Eden says.

"Who said anything about sleep." Chase replies kissing her.

"Oh would you too get a dang room." Bill says.

"Sorry dad." Eden says.

Bill smiled hearing her call him that. With the help of Eden they got the dishes down pretty fast. They head to the living room. Chase and his dad share a few more beers and Eden and the girls had wine.

"Okay it is getting late so Eden and I are going to turn in." Chase says.

"Are you guys both sleeping down in your old room in the basement?" Cindy asks.

"Yes Mom I mean we are married and have twins together so its a known fact we sleep together." Chase replies.

"None of that in our house." Bill says.

"None I promise besides I can't I just had twins remember." Eden says.

They laugh and bid each other goodnight. Chase takes Eden's hand and leads her down the basement. He had a key to lock the door and keep everyone out. Fletcher and Daisy were down there with the puppies but that was okay.

"God I have never been in your room before." Eden says.

"I know baby." Chase says pulling her to him.

"God it sucks we can't have sex, sex." Eden says.

"I know because I want nothing better then to fuck the hell out of you in my bed like I dreamt about so many nights as a teenager." Chase says.

"Hmm William Clyde Elliot Jr did you jerk off thinking of me?" Eden asks.

"God yes many many times. Wishing it was your mouth or god your pussy around my cock making me cum." Chase groans.

"And here I thought you were a Georgia Peach." Eden says shocked.

But in reality it was such a turn on hearing him talking about how he masturbated to the thought of her.

"I am but damn I wanted you for so long." Chase says.

"Well I will let you in on a little secret there Clyde. My first dildo was just as big as you are and I used it pretending it was you. I called it my Battery Operated Chase. I never acted on it because I didn't want to loose our friendship. But then in Daytona I just realized that." Eden says.

"God baby." Chase moans kissing her.

Eden pushes him back onto his bed to where he was sitting. She climbs into his lap kissing him.

"God baby I have an idea. Do you trust me?" Eden asks.

"With all I am baby." Chase says.

"Good." Eden says.

She unbuttons his shirt in a hurry. She then takes it off throwing it. She then runs her fingers down his chest to his jeans. She undoes them and frees his rock hard cock.

"God baby please." Chase begs.

"I am getting there baby. " Eden says kissing him.

He Chase kisses back. His hands roam down Eden's body slipping up under her dress. Eden runs her fingers down his chest playing with his nipples.

"Oh god Eden." Chase moans.

Eden takes his mouth with hers so he didn't let everyone know what was going on down there. Chase rips her panties running his finger along her slit feeling how wet she was. They were in a serious make out session. Eden starts to grind her hips against his thigh.

"Oh Clyde damn I wish it was your cock inside me. But this will have to do." Eden moans.

"God baby." Chase groans.

"Go head baby touch yourself. Let me see how you would make yourself cum." Eden says.

"God really?" Chase says.

"Yes really baby. I wanna watch you get yourself off as I ride your thigh." Eden says kissing his neck.

"God okay." Chase groans.

She looks down watching as Chase wraps his hand around his cock and starts to pump it.

"God that's it baby. Pretend it is my mouth baby." Eden purrs in his ear never taking her eyes off him.

Chase closes his eyes breath hitching as he starts to stroke himself. Eden moved harder against his thigh.

"God Eden your mouth, I love fucking it." Chase moans stroking harder.

"That's it baby." Eden says.

"God baby that's it suck my dick. Just like that. God I just want to bottom out balls deep inside your sweet pussy baby." Chase moans.

"God Chase I want that too." Eden moans.

"Oh fuck Eden." Chase calls out as he cums hard splattering it against his stomach.

"Clyde baby. "Eden moans as she cums all over his thigh.

They sit there breatheless riding the high from their orgasm.

"God that was just wow." Chase says.

"Better then your fantasies?" Eden asks.

"Yes baby much better." Chase says.

Eden gets up and drops to her knees.

"Can't let all that cum go to waist now can we." Eden says looking up locking eyes with Chase as she licks the cum off his stomach.

Chase kisses her as he picks her up off the ground. He leads her towards the bathroom shredding the remainder of their clothes as they did. They end up in the shower Eden gave Chase a blow job and then Chase returned the favor by eating her out. Finally they showered and headed to bed after cleaning up. The babies woke up and they take care of them. They then climb into bed and snuggle under the covers until they fall asleep.

#chase elliott #fanfiction

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olderthannetfic · 5 years ago

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I was going to wait on Stargate Atlantis since I just posted about SG1, but it turns out I have more bad news to share.

Wraithbait is gone.

Both Area 52 and Wraithbait. Jesus. So much for early Stargate fic!

SGA, as it is often abbreviated, followed SG1 in the Stargate franchise. Slash fandom’s focus was largely on John Sheppard and Rodney McKay. John is an ace pilot. Rodney is a hypochondriac scientist. They’re both total dorks.

As cheesy sci-fi, SG1 and SGA are pretty similar. As fandoms, however, there’s quite a difference:

SGA hit just enough later that it attracted tons of livejournal-based fans I knew who had never dipped a toe in SG1 fandom. It was a Fandom That Ate Fandom, draining the BNF writers from all over slash-dom.

Being a little later also meant that it has exponentially more good vids online. I always kind of resented SGA fandom for eclipsing my beloved SG1, but I sure do love the vids!

One of the more famous ones to show at Vividcon is Another Sunday by Jescaflowne. Youtube has it region-blocked all to hell, but it’s still up and probably viewable through the usual sketchy means.

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And how could I not share the glorious crack of Soccer Practice by bironic, a rare slash vid showing off hottie Jason Momoa as Ronon Dex. On AO3 here.

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For the juggernaut ship, no vid could be more in-character for melodramatic Rodney than Grace Kelly by Diana Williams:

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SGA was squarely in the Livejournal era, and a lot of fans from back then have migrated to AO3. Its influence on modern AO3-ish fandom is tremendous, as I’m sure half of you reading this can attest better than I.

One effect on a more meta level was to make female fandom more irate than ever over TPTB being sexist little shits. Reportedly, SGA attracted too many female fans for the showrunners’ comfort, and they wanted to retool their franchise as SGU, a darker and edgier version designed to attract a more BSG reboot-like audience.

Needless to say, when you’re a franchise that’s good at putting aliens in gold lamé bikinis rather than at coherent writing, going darker and edgier does not work.

SGU was a miserable flop, the entire Stargate franchise stalled, and SGA slash fandom developed an enduring hateboner for TPTB.

At Escapade, SGA has had a steady presence from 2005 through to the present. Past panels include:

2006 - First Marriage of Classic and Postmodern Fandoms? (Are we writing fanfic for the show, or are most stories just meta versions of stories from older fandoms, and commenting on each other comments? Remember when people complained all we had was hummus? All SGA has is crack(fic).)

2007 - John Sheppard: Psychokiller or Pretty, Pretty Princess (From mild-mannered sci-fi geek to special-ops xenocide, John Sheppard is one of the prettiest psychopaths in two galaxies. Which is the 'real' Sheppard? Can these two personalities be reconciled? How does this dichotomy in canon affect how we choose to portray him in fanfic?)

2008 - Crackfic, AUs, and Characterization, Oh My! (SGA canon is full of AUs and crack. Do the show's wacky plot twists encourage us to boldly go further out than other fandoms have gone before? And what happens when we go AU: why are John, Rodney, Ronon, and Teyla so recognizable even when they're planted in Harlequin romance, NASCAR, a symphony orchestra, or a diner in Maine?)

2009 - On a Clear Day, I Can See the Pegasus Galaxy (How are you feeling about the end of SGA-relief or regret? Are you looking forward to the rumored film(s), or planning to be snuggled up with your favorite fic that night? Have you ever been part of an active fandom whose canon closed, and do you have any thoughts (or advice!) about how to keep the fannish energy going? Let's discuss our hopes, fears and fondest dreams for the future of the fandom.)

2011 - Stargate: The End? (We were charmed by the original movie concept, many of us were fannishly enslaved by the first television series, others were entranced by Atlantis and some of us even tuned in for Universe. Are we ready to let the Stargate concept go or are we sitting on the edges of our seats, anxiously awaiting the next incarnation?)

2012 - SGA: Rodney and John: What We See is Not What We Get (We know we're adding slash to whatever's on the screen. With McShep, we really know. John the MENSA/slacker who knows how to fit in chasing brilliant yet obnoxious Rodney? How the Hell did we ever think they wouldn't kill each other, John with his P-90 or Rodney with his brain? Come prepared to argue the pros and cons of Sheppard and McKay, support your favorite character, and argue why Ronon is/isn't damned hotter than either of them.)

2013 - The Cool Kid and the Geek (Rodney loves John because John is sexy-handsome, lithe-and-cat-like, athletic, brave, and ridiculously pretty. He's also one of the Cool Kids, so, yeah, Rodney might fall hard. But Rodney is not sexy-handsome, lithe-and-cat-like, athletic, brave, nor ridiculously pretty. He’s the Geek, so why is John drawn to him? Come argue your point!)

2017 - Stargate: Classic Fandom Flashback

2018 - Stargate: Ten Years On

SGA on Fanlore

SGA on AO3

SGA on FFN

#escapade 2020 #escapade con #stargate atlantis #sga #fandom history

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reading-writing-revolution · 4 years ago

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Heather Cox Richardson:

June 10, 2020 (Wednesday)

“We’ve made every decision correctly,” the president said Friday about the coronavirus, “and now the trajectory is great.”

In fact, our Covid-19 numbers are up. They had begun to level off as hard-hit New York brought its infections under control, but now other hotspots are emerging. Arizona, Florida, and Texas, along with fifteen other states, are seeing increases in Covid-19 cases. Already, more than 112,000 Americans have died and more than 1.9 million are infected, and from now until July 4, epidemiologists predict 5,000 to 6,000 Americans a week will die from the disease.

The pandemic was not on the president’s mind today.

Today the Trump campaign delivered a cease and desist letter to CNN President Jeff Zucker demanding that CNN retract and apologize for its recent poll showing Trump 14 points behind presumptive Democratic presidential nominee Joe Biden. The letter says the poll is “designed to mislead American voters through a biased questionnaire and skewed sampling.”

This is clearly the work of Republican pollster John McLaughlin, whom Trump hired on Monday. McLaughlin’s career is based in the (false) concept that political polls showing Democrats ahead of Republicans are deliberately skewed toward Democrats in order to discourage Republicans from voting.

CNN’s lawyer responded to the letter by noting that this was the first time in its history that CNN had been threatened with legal action over a political poll, and that “to the extent we have received legal threats from political leaders in the past, they have typically come from countries like Venezuela or other regimes where there is little or no respect for a free and independent media.” He noted that McLaughlin had little credibility, and concluded: “Your letter is factually and legally baseless. It is yet another bad faith attempt by the campaign to threaten litigation to muzzle speech it does not want voters to read or hear. Your allegations and demands are rejected in their entirety.”

Virtually every reputable poll shows Biden leading Trump by double digits, so why is the Trump campaign picking this fight? The cease and desist letter might be a way to calm down the president, who is apparently on edge these days. But it might also be a way to try to rally the Republican base around the idea that, as recent fundraising has said, the “Trump Army” must fight off “the Liberal MOB.”

The campaign seems to be embracing military language as opposition to the president intensifies. Today the retired federal judge who was asked to examine the Justice Department’s unusual request to abandon the case against Trump’s former National Security Advisor Michael Flynn-- after Flynn had pleaded guilty-- filed his report. Judge John Gleeson accused Attorney General William Barr’s Justice Department of “a gross abuse of prosecutorial power, attempting to provide special treatment to a favored friend and political ally of the President of the United States. It has treated the case like no other, and in doing so has undermined the public’s confidence in the rule of law.”

More than 1,250 former members of the Department of Justice also wrote today of the need to defend the rule of law. They asked the DOJ’s Inspector General, Michael Horowitz, to look into Barr’s involvement in last week’s attack by law enforcement on the peaceful protesters in Lafayette Square before Trump’s walk to St. John’s Episcopal Church.

A rift between the administration and the military became clear last week when prominent military leaders opposed Trump’s use of force against demonstrators, supported the protesters’ concerns, and pointedly defended the Constitution. Trump deliberately widened that rift today, siding with white reactionaries rather than with current military leaders.

Defense Secretary Mark Esper and General Mark Milley, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, both of whom had been caught in Trump’s walk across Lafayette Square, are eager to unify their troops, 43% of whom are people of color rapidly becoming disaffected. The idea of renaming Army bases named for Confederate generals has been on the table for awhile, and they talked of actually doing it in this tense moment, even as protesters and city officials are pulling down Confederate monuments.

To historians, this is a no-brainer. Confederate leaders tried to destroy the United States and succeeded in killing hundreds of thousands of Americans, so the idea that we have any federal recognition of them is wild. And they were fighting to enshrine human enslavement in the laws of a new nation, and from there to spread it across the world, so for a country founded on the idea of human equality to honor these men seems particularly self-defeating. As General David Petraeus, the retired Army commander in Iraq and Afghanistan said, “The irony of training at bases named for those who took up arms against the United States, and for the right to enslave others, is inescapable to anyone paying attention.”

Politico reported that the military leaders thought the idea was an obvious move, but Trump shocked them with a series of tweets saying “These Monumental and very Powerful Bases have become part of a Great American Heritage, and a… history of Winning, Victory, and Freedom. The United States of America trained and deployed our HEROES on these Hallowed Grounds, and won two World Wars. Therefore, my Administration will not even consider the renaming of these Magnificent and Fabled Military Installations… Our history as the Greatest Nation in the World will not be tampered with. Respect our Military!”

Trump was clearly siding with his base, which is quite keen on Confederate imagery, rather than with those calling for equal justice. But that base is apparently getting smaller. Within hours of his tweets, NASCAR had banned the Confederate flag from its races and its venues because it “runs contrary to our commitment to providing a welcoming and inclusive environment for all fans, our competitors and our industry,” NASCAR said.

The decision was announced before tonight’s race in Virginia, where Bubba Wallace, NASCAR’s only African American driver, was to compete in a Chevrolet with a #BlackLivesMatter paint job. Wallace, born in Alabama, had said there was no place for Confederate flags in the sport. Tonight he was wearing a black “I Can’t Breathe” t-shirt, and applauded the decision. “This is no doubt the biggest race of my career tonight,” he said. “There’s a lot of emotions on the race track.”

Not everyone approved. Helmet artist Jason Beam tweeted: “ignorance wins again, NASCAR you realize the North had slaves too, lol not just the South, you want to remove the American Flag as well, idiots.”

It seems that the lines of Trump’s election campaign are solidifying. Two days ago, the Washington Post reported that Trump was trying to figure out how to turn calls for racial justice into a fight over “LAW & ORDER”-- as he keeps tweeting-- but Republican Party leaders were trying to figure out how to keep that shift from turning into offensive race baiting. Trump’s announcement today that he is resuming his rallies makes that point now appear moot.

The first rally will take place in Tulsa, Oklahoma—where coronavirus cases are spiking—on June 19. This day is also known as “Juneteenth,” a day commemorating the end of slavery in America because it was that day in 1865 that African Americans in Texas finally learned they were free. Tulsa is also the site of the 1921 race massacre, in which white mobs destroyed the wealthy Black neighborhood of Greenwood (aided by firebombs dropped from private airplanes), murdered as many as 300 of their Black neighbors, injured hundreds more, and left 10,000 people homeless.

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Kimi Räikkönen talks and laughs and talks. And laughs again. motorprofis.at experienced the most talkative and analytical Iceman of all times in a double interview with his Alfa Romeo team mate Antonio Giovinazzi. It’s exciting what the two of them have to say to each other and to us.

Source: motorprofis.at Pictures: Alfa Romeo Racing, Gerald Enzinger

In the end Spielberg was worth a trip for everyone: for the Alfa Romeo Racing drivers Kimi Räikkönen and Antonio Giovinazzi because they both scored with a 9th (Kimi) and 10th (Giovinazzi) place – in the case of the Italian for the first time in his career. And for the selected journalists, who were invited to the roundtable with the two, even more so: in this interview session one experienced a brillantly cheerful and talkative Räikkönen. And first impressions of Giovinazzi, who once drove at eye level with Verstappen, Ocon and Auer in Formula 3.

Your team has always been known for its ability to work well with young people – as was the case with you, Kimi. What are your memories of your beginnings in Formula 1?

RÄIKKÖNEN: I wasn’t as young as others, I was 21, but I was still very inexperienced. I came straight from Formula Renault (which was the 4th level at the time, note), but it was of course a completely different world than the one I was familiar with. When I first drove a Formula 1 car it was – I wouldn’t say it was a shock now – but it was definitely anything else I had known up to that point. But the first day went by fast and then with every day it became easier and more normal in all areas.

How has Formula 1 changed in all these years?

RÄIKKÖNEN: In essence, it’s still the same. Over all these years the cars have changed a bit, the driving as such, the rules. But in principle, we as drivers still do the same thing as we did back then. Maybe now we do more PR work and sit more in meetings.

What is your goal for the rest of the season?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Hopefully we can fight regularly for the top 10 places and points. You don’t really have concrete goals, it’s just that you should always improve your car step by step. And if that works, then we can be in a good position – after a long way.

Question to both of you: As boring as Formula 1 usually seems to be, it must be fun to fight in midfield, where things are very tight and you have a lot of battles in every race.

RÄIKKÖNEN: Everyone tells me all the time: the races are so boring. But I think if you’re in the middle of it, it’s not boring. On some days you’re just defending, then there are phases where it’s always about attacking. From the outside it looks more boring than in the car, where things can get very hectic in the midfield. In this area it’s so tight, you might even see better racing than at the front.

GIOVINAZZI: I fully agree. It’s so close. In this area of the race you’re on the offensive and defensive at the same time, and your race goes both forward and backward. You have to have both in mind. But that makes pure racing more fun here. Honestly: it’s hard.

Kimi, your memories of the A1 Ring and the first years of the Red Bull Ring now?

RÄIKKÖNEN: I’ve always enjoyed being here – and it was a shame we lost this track for so many years. I think 2003 was the race back then. I have many positive memories. Fortunately, I’m old enough to have gotten to know some old race tracks – like the old Hockenheimring when it still had its long straights. Many tracks that are fun in their own way – Spa with the bus stop chicane, Hungary.

In Spielberg there are great sections, even if some things have changed in small details. But the first turn or the last two, they are a lot of fun. It’s always a great place to come here. And it’s probably also because of the whole scenery with all the mountains that the atmosphere here is always so relaxed. It’s a shame that we once didn’t have the track on the calendar – but it’s great that they got it back.

I think that you would have loved the old Österreichring with its long Flatschach straight, in whose braking zone, as Gerhard Berger puts it, you always looked death in the eye.

RÄIKKÖNEN: Yes, definitely! Everything I’ve seen about it looks pretty exciting. And of course there would be really good overtaking manoeuvres on such tracks. There are a lot of good corners where you can do something while braking. That’s the kind of track we want.

Antonio, what are your memories of the Red Bull Ring?

GIOVINAZZI: It’s certainly one of my favourite tracks and I have good memories of this place as well. Here I won my first race in Formula 3 and had a very good weekend in Formula 2. There are many high-speed corners. It’s not a long track, it’s more of a kart track. That’s why there are often good races. Here in Formula 1 we have three DRS zones, so a lot of action is possible. That fits well!

Kimi, you as a racer: What do you want from the Formula 1 of the future?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Holidays! (laughs).

In the long run, doesn’t concern me what’s going to happen. If I have no interest, I will definitely not turn on the TV and let myself be disturbed in my free time (laughs again).

But if you ask me, I’m sure I’d change a lot. For instance, remove all these data analyses if possible. If you wouldn’t setup the cars based on so much data, it would depend more on the feeling and certain qualities could make the difference.

What’s more fun: driving a Formula 1 car or a rally car?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Rally is so completely different. You’re not really driving against each other, but against time. If you see another car on the special stages during the rally, then something just went damn wrong for one of you. (grins)

But if you compare: I drove NASCAR once, you were allowed to use telemetry data during testing, but not during the race. That’s why you have to make your own experiences at a certain point. This makes oval races seem very simple, but in reality they are far away from simplicity. It’s a highly complex thing. That’s more pure racing. If you realize: Shit, I’m not fast enough – then you can talk to others. Then one person tells you that, and the other means that. In the end you have to draw your own conclusions. In Formula 1, on the other hand, the data is there and they tell you everything that needs to be changed. If you have to find your own setup and can’t look at the computer during set up, then that would be a completely different feeling.

Antonio, does Kimi help you, can you learn from him?

GIOVINAZZI: It’s like Kimi just said: Even if he wouldn’t tell me or if I don’t ask him, I can see all his data and draw my conclusions. There are no real secrets in the team when it comes to voting.

RÄIKKÖNEN: Now imagine how difficult it would be for you if you didn’t have access to my data. That would make a massive difference.

GIOVINAZZI: Yes, I agree. Without data it would be difficult – especially for me as a very young driver in the first season, who of course benefits from having such an exceptionally experienced teammate. That would be hard, but I’m lucky to be able to look at everything. And so it’s easier to improve session by session.

There are quite revolutionary ideas in the DTM: For example, that you can’t preheat the tyres or that radio communication is now very limited: Would such rules also be good for Formula 1?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Originally there was also a radio ban in Formula 1, for example in the warm-up lap. I’m that guy who doesn’t mind if nobody talks. (grins mischievously)

In other teams it is often the case that someone says that this driver is faster here or slower there. But what difference does it make? For me this information is no help. I think: if you ban radio, it won’t really change the races.

And as for your tyre question: If it’s as hot as in Spielberg, we’ll bring the tyres up to temperature even after a few laps, even without blankets. But if it’s cold, we’d drive like on ice without heating up. We would have zero grip, especially in the morning sessions. We would even fly off on the straight because we would have so little grip.

So if you ban the heating blankets, you would have to change the tyres completely at the same time. If the tyres are designed in such a way that they have to work without heated blankets – then it’s fine. But there are no plans. And it won’t change the game.

You’re a fan favourite, a real hero. What does that mean to you?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Yeah, that’s clearly a nice thing. It’s nice when they cheer for you! So some seem to like what I’m doing. Or maybe I’m just old and that makes them sentimental. (smiles)

Antonio, for you as an Italian, the day Kimi won Ferrari’s last World Championship title in 2007 must have been something very special. What are your memories like?

GIOVINAZZI: Of course I was a Ferrari fan! I saw the race at home on TV. And it was also special as three different pilots could still become World Champion – Alonso, Hamilton and Kimi.

RÄIKKÖNEN: (interrupts) But I strongly hope that you cheered me on.

GIOVINAZZI: Uh, sure. I made the point difference. (laughs)

RÄIKKÖNEN: How old were you back then?

GIOVINAZZI: 14! No – 12. I was driving a mini kart.

You are now factory drivers of Alfa Romeo, a big brand in motorsport. What do you associate with this name?

RÄIKKÖNEN: I’m too young to have experienced Alfa in Formula 1. But I know that they have a great history in this sport. They have won races, world championships. I think it’s great that they’re back in Formula 1.

Who was the last winner with an Alfa engine?

GIOVINAZZI: (answers immediately). Niki Lauda! (Note: Right, Anderstorp 1978, Brabham-Alfa.)

Privately you also drive Alfa: Kimi a Stelvio, Antonio a Giulia. Right?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Yes, in the Quadrifoglio version. It’s good for Switzerland and with the family. It’s fun.

GIOVINAZZI: The Giulia is a well-done car. I always enjoy driving it.

What is the biggest difference between a big team like Ferrari and a smaller one like Alfa, Kimi? My feeling tells me that this is a family size that you really like.

RÄIKKÖNEN: The pure work is not really different. The driving, the workflow, the meetings, it’s all very similar. The big difference is the stuff around it, I have less to do here. That was one reason why I wanted to do it that way.

But the passion, it’s the same, and usually the cars are very good. Only if you have a problem with the car it can take longer to fix it here – in such a case the size of the staff and the budget does make a difference.

What do you feel today when you are in Maranello?

RÄIKKÖNEN: I had good times there, even if the results weren’t always. But Ferrari is a big part of my heart, of my life. Not many can claim to have driven for this team and have won a drivers world championship title and the constructors’ championship twice. That connects and I still have contact with the people there. Of course.

How was it in 2007? The day on which you became world champion – and little Giovinazzi was excited in front of the TV?

RÄIKKÖNEN: Our only chance in the races was to be in the top two and then look: what are the McLaren doing? We had a lot of speed, but the World Championship was no longer in our hands. We had to bring our cars to 1 and 2. It worked. But it wasn’t just this one race. We had a phase of the season where we were struggling, but then we were really good.

Can Vettel still fight for the championship this year?

RÄIKKÖNEN: He can fight. Can he also win? That’s something different. He’s not in an easy position, but things often change fast. They will fight to the end.

GIOVINAZZI: I agree. Giving up is not an option for a team like Ferrari.

#Kimi Raikkonen #raikkonen #Antonio Giovinazzi #giovinazzi #alfa romeo #alfa romeo f1 #F1 #Formula 1

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surveys-at-your-service · 6 years ago

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Survey #154

“the wind is screaming, it’s screaming your name; it sounds like fear.”

What is your opinion on sex without emotional commitment? nononononoNONONONO. Last time you puked from drinking? Never. What books, if any, have made you cry? Johnny Got His Gun, Old Yeller, The Outsiders (I think; I know the movie did), The Notebook, uhhh others, I'm sure. Does it get annoying when somebody says they’ll call you, but doesn’t? It depends on the person, but honestly, almost never. I hate talking on the phone. What is your favorite simple ice-cream flavor? Usually vanilla, but sometimes I'm all about chocolate, especially if I can't put chocolate syrup on it. When was the last time you slept on the floor? Jeez, probably when me and Jason did at my house. I've slept on an inflatable mattress since, but I'm guessing you mean literally on the floor with blankets and such. If you could eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be? I dunno. I doubt it really, but don't potatoes have all the nutrients you actually need to survive? If so, then probably that, but otherwise, uh. I dunno, I'd get tired of things or die 'cuz I'm not getting what I need. I could say shakes, but I consider those drinks. Have you ever given someone oral sex? Yeah, fucking hated it. I'm bi, yes, but visually, penises are disgusting to me. I don't want it in my mouth. I only ever really did it to make him happy. I'm open to trying it with a girl, but who knows if I'd like it. What's your favorite lyric from the last song you listened to? "Hey, hey, NRA, how many kids did you kill today?" ("Shelter In Place" by Otep) Are you friends with someone that has a baby? My best friend does. How many different towns/cities have you lived in? Three. Have you ever had a kinky dream about a celebrity? No. How many pets do you have? Would you like any more? Six, and I kinda want another snake to breed with Venus when she's big enough. I want to keep at least one of the babies to help with Sara's snake breeding passion. Is there a song you can’t stop listening to atm? Oh yeesh, yeah. I've fallen in love with Powerwolf recently and thus play a number of their songs repeatedly. How many bedrooms does your home have? Two. How many times do you use a bath towel before washing it? Once. Annoys the hell out of Mom but like, I feel like there may be leftover germs I'm getting off + maybe dead skin 'cuz my skin in dry as fuck??? What time do you usually eat dinner? This can vary from 6:00 to like almost 9:00. I can't cook and Mom works late, so. I'll make my own microwavable things if I can't wait for her to make something. Do you know any narcissists? Jason????? Dillon????? dat u???????? Have you ever been falsely accused of something serious? I don't believe so? In which were you happiest: elementary, middle, or high school? Elementary. What was your favorite thing to do as a little kid? Video games. You can bring back one dead pet to life. Which one? Cali, for Mom. She misses her so much. Rock, paper, or scissors? I think I usually do scissors. Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt. What are your favorite pajamas you have? My purple, black, and white Jack Skellington ones ahhh What’s your least favorite ice-cream flavor? Strawberry is disgusting. Do you prefer it when it gets darker earlier? NOOOOO. This is totally inverted from how it used to be, but I'm more likely to feel down when it's dark. Are there a lot of cookbooks in your house, or just a few? Or maybe none at all? Mom has tons she never uses. Who are your godparents? I don't think I have any. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. What brand is your toothpaste? Crest. Are you currently broken out? No. What was the last hotel you stayed at? I dunno. Do you have a favorite NASCAR driver? No. Eyeliner. Yes or no? If I wear makeup, that's the bare minimum. What’s the hardest decision you’ve ever had to make? Let Jason go or continue to let what we had ruin my life. Where is the last beach you went to? Myrtle Beach, NC. Have you ever been rock climbing? Nah, not interested. Have you ever played Gamecube? No. What has been the biggest event for you to overcome? Recovery. It changed me for the better so much. Do you have a favorite pet? No one can beat Teddy. I doubt any pet ever will. When someone drops something do you immediately go and pick it up for them? If I’m close, unless they're already reaching for it, yes. Could you call your best friend right now and tell them your biggest secret, and trust them to keep it? HAHAHAHA NO tbh. I love her, but she tells people everything. Have you ever played Wii Fit? Yup. Everyday one summer, lost 40 pounds, got in great shape. Have you ever touched a caterpillar? Yeah, loved picking up the ordinary ones as a kid. Is there a YouTube channel whose videos you always watch? I will watch literally any video Mark makes. How often do you feel lonely? This is like. Almost a daily struggle. Do you struggle with depression? I'm diagnosed with it, but it's well-controlled now! While in a relationship, do you ever think about its possible end? I worry about it BADLY. Even in my current one where I feel completely secure, I have some spans of "what if" anxiety. What is the worst treatment you’ve had to put up with from someone else? Ummmm. I dunno. What’s the longest you’ve gone without eating? 24 hours, probs. Do you like watching music videos? No. I just care about the music. Which, if any, drug have you ever abused? None. Do you know your mail (wo)man? No. Honestly, are you often high-maintenance/hard to please? No. Are there any flags flying outside at your home? No. Will you vote in the next presidential election? If the remaining candidates don't fucking suck, yes. Tell me about someone that you know dislikes you. What do you think is about you they don’t like? The one person I know doesn't is my best friend's mom, but I can't tell you exactly why. There's no telling what Colleen told her after our fight, but. Colleen has told me her mom thinks I could "hurt" her son somehow. I was fucking livid. I adore that boy and would do anything to protect him. Oh yeah, know she mentioned I was a bad influence, too. But hey, the hate is mutual, I've never been able to stand her. Tell me about something you’re afraid of. Why does it frighten you? Getting heartbroken again. Last time tore me the fuck apart, I seriously don't know if I could do it again. Worst pain I have ever experienced. Is there someone you could hang out with all the time, without ever getting bored of them? Sara <3 Have you ever liked someone else when you already had a boyfriend/girlfriend? What happened? Yup, first high school crush Sebastian. And nothing really happened; he was taken (though I'm pretty sure he had at least mild feelings for me too), though it was at a complicated point. Then I met Jason. What mountain ranges have you seen? The Appalachians. Where would you most like to go in your state, etc that you haven’t been? THERE'S AN ABANDONED WIZARD OF OZ-THEMED PARK IN THE WEST AND I WANNA VISIT. Have you ever seen or touched an iceberg? No. Where was the most remote location you’ve ever been to? I dunno. What is your most unhealthy habit? Not exercising? Has your house ever been damaged in a storm? A tree fell on our old house during a hurricane. It didn't cause severe damage or anything, though. What’s the least amount you’ve weighed since reaching your full height? ~118. Hilarious. Do you think it’s cruel to keep an animal in a cage while you’re away? Depends on the size of the cage and how long they're staying in there. Are you scared of reptiles? Not at all. Does death scare you? Not that much. Do you use a comb or brush? Comb now that my hair's short. When you were younger, did you ever do that exclamation point that looked like an upside down triangle and had a really big dot? No. What kind of relationship do you have with the last person you kissed? She's my girlfriend. Are there things in your life that you’ll never be able to get over? If I could get over my breakup, I can get over anything. Have you ever turned to smoking or drinking to solve a problem? New Years of 2017 I actually did try to get drunk for that purpose. Would you mind dating someone significantly shorter than you? No. What’s on your bedside table? Yeesh, a lot. A fan, a basket with all my meds in it, sketchbook, notebook, my folder full of things from Holly Hill as well as my therapy homework folder. There's other miscellaneous stuff too. How much money would it take to get you to give up the Internet for one year? This is pathetic, but probably like... no amount. My life sadly revolves around it, just about. What are some things on your holiday wishlist? Always tattoo money lmao. But I'd really love a drawing tablet, but a decent quality one. Can't have both. Who accompanied you to your first concert? Jason, Mom, and Nicole. What’s the temperature outside? Phone says 79. Gonna get to 90, though. Have you ever been in detention? Yes, too many tardies getting to school. Do you wear black to look skinnier? Not for that reason, but it's a plus lol. Do you have scars on your wrists? You can barely see them, but they're there. How about anywhere else? Yeah, quite a few. Do you post things on Facebook that are personal? No. Has the last person you kissed ever taken their shirt off in front of you? Just to change it. Would you ever get in the passenger seat of a car with someone who’s been drinking? Fuck that. What is a topic you definitely don’t want to talk about with anyone? How I'm 99% sure I lost my virginity. What is the craziest hairstyle and color you’ve had? Style, probably what I had before this where I had short hair on most of my left side and it faded to long. Color, purple. What was your first gaming console? Original PlayStation. Which fictional villain is your favorite? Um obviously Darkiplier???????? What’s the last thing you’ve made with your hands? Hm. Dunno. Which hair color would you never want to have? Yellow. Who’s the last person you talked to about sex? Sara. What is the wallpaper on your phone? My lock screen is a heavy reminder that I am still straight as fuck for Mark, home screen is my favorite pic of me and Sara. What was the last thing you wrote down? Stuff at the tattoo/piercing parlor to get my tongue done. What is your least favorite color? Puke green or olive. What’s the most boring sport to watch? Golf. Sara, don't tell your dad I said that.

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sonic-the-hedgehog-lovesyou · 4 years ago

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I was looking at this and my Brain just implanted a whole ass fanfic in my head.

Maddie and room posting that video online in a laps.in judgment before going to sleep,

Waking up to Keanu having responded, causing sonic to quickly become a social media star, and the gov going "wait, THEY HAVE THE ALIEN????" And trying to take Somic but failing cuz of literaly the whole planet desiding they love sonic.

initiating a whole ass thing where literaly everyone wants to meet sonic. and hackers find green hills, and all sorts of talkshows starting blowing up Tom and Maddie's phones asking for interviews.

while Sonic is freaking out cuz a.) People like him. PEOPLE R E A L L Y LIKE HIM. and b.) DOES THIS MEAN HE NEEDS TO LEAVE NOW?!?!?

And then because more and more people are trying to find sonic just to say hi to the little bean Tom and Maddie take turns being around him nonstop, more so then normal. Including Tom bringing sonic with him to work just cuz its safer for sonics mental health,

Which ends up makings sonic panic more cus "PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO FIND HIM HE NEEDS TO LEAVE"

then people who hate sonic cuz he's and aliencome out of the wood works and a n g s t accurs.

And sonic runs into the woods czubfeels make shim need to r u n, but someone catches him on tape, and propel didn't know he powered then they do, and the gov tries to take him again,but doesn't cuz Nascar drivers start calling asking to race him, and sonic actual starts to have fun.

Then after a while of chilling an getting used to everything they go on a talk show, and sonic has a fan meeting and gets money basicly thrown at him (that Tom and Maddie manage cuz he's babey and doesn't know how money works)

and through some kind of means related to sonics newfound popularity they get money and are able to get a security system to keep out the stalkers and stuff, which also ends up keeping Sonic locked out a couple times before they give him his own little reader thingy to get in through the door.

And then soncj starts getting sneaker deals when companies notice how hard he is on them, and sknci geeks out over them, and starts hai own social media and stuff with Tom and Maddie's help, ofc.

And it just sweet and angsty at them same time,

And there's definitely lots of wholesome moments where they all cook together and stuff, and alot of them that why interuptedd, (like once when a 19 year old wearing homemade sonic tshirt knocked on their window and waved at them making cookies)

And yeah, my brains and this like, rlly fleshed out, and that took forever to type out but my brain concocted it in literaly two seconds.

Idea was from @humanityinahandbag wisdom teeth post because post wisdom teeth behaviour is hilarous

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ollypopwrites · 4 years ago

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50 questions tag !

tagged by @leo-moon 😘 love you my taurus sister!

1.) What color is your hairbrush?

Purple. It’s a wetbrush too cuz for whatever reason my hair is tangled as fuck when its wet no matter what i do.

2.) Name a food you never eat

This is hard...I’ll eat everything? I guess maybe stuff with lavender in it because I am allergic.

3.) Are you usually too warm or too cold?

too warm 🔥

4.) What were you doing 45 minutes ago?

watching tiktok and being lazy as hell

5.) What’s your favorite candy bar?

Reese’s Peanut Butter cupssssss

6.) Have you ever been to a professional sports game?

I’ve been to a lot of baseball games, I love going to hockey games and some nascar races. I’m not a huge sports fan overall but it is a lot of fun to go to games.

7.) What’s the last thing you said out loud?

“oh NOW YOU WANNA BE ALL CUTE AND SWEET” to my bf cuz he was irritating me earlier lol

8.) What’s your favorite ice cream?

ben and jerry’s half-baked 😍

9.) What was the last thing you had to drink?

Green Tea with pomegranate and blueberry juices.

10.) Do you like your wallet?

I do love it, it’s a Kate Spade baby blue long wallet but it’s also super old so it might be time for a new one.

11.) What’s the last thing you ate?

chicken sandwich on some pita bread

12.) Did you buy any new clothes last weekend?

No :/ i am going through a weird fluctuation in my weight and I don’t wanna buy any new clothes until I am at a steady size for a decent amount time lmao

13.) What’s the last sporting event you watched?

I cannot even remember.

14.) What is your favorite flavor of popcorn?

kettle corn!

15.) Who’s the last person you sent a text to?

my landlord 🙄

16.) Ever go camping?

I used to go a lot more and i really miss it, I looooooove going camping.

17.) Do you take vitamins?

I probably should but I don’t lol

18.) Do you go to church every Sunday?

Not since i was like 6 lol

19.) Do you have a tan?

Ummmm im pale as hell and i dont lay out to tan cuz it usually only ever ends in a sunburn no matter what i do. But I have gotten a little bit of a tan this summer which is nice. You probably wouldn’t notice in a picture tho im PASTY dude

20.) Do you prefer Chinese or pizza?

how are you gonna make me choose....um....both i won’t choose its both

21.) Do you drink soda through a straw?

no not really.

22.) What color socks do you usually wear?

black with a color stripe around the ankle usually

23.) Do you ever drive above the speed limit?

Everyone where I live does so...not like an excessive amount but just enough to be going with the flow of traffic

24.) What terrifies you?

literally almost everything lmao. scaredy cat thats me. Im really scared to put myself out there in a lot of ways right now, for personal reasons that i gotta work through.

25.) Look to your left, what to you see?

Poe Dameron popfunko, hand lotion, perfume, resin moon shelf (with crystals), a candle, hydroflask

26.) What chore do you hate the most?

washing dishes lmao

27.) What do you think when you hear an Australian accent?

i think: that is an Australian accent. lmaooo idk what am i supposed to think?

28.) What’s your favorite soda?

Dr. Pepper and Coca-Cola 😍

29.) Do you go in fast food or in the drive through?

Drive-Thru.

30.) What’s your favorite number?

4 I have no idea why.

31.) Who’s the last person you talked to?

My boyfriendddddd

32.) Favorite cut of beef?

I have no clue...I do not know the differences im gonna be fucking honest with you.

33.) Last song you listened to?

Fantasy (feat. O.D.B.) by Mariah Carey

34.) Last book you read?

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray (im still reading it lol i was recommended it because im writing an original novel that is apparently in the same vein...idk man i haven’t seen the correlation yet)

35.) Can you say the alphabet backwards?

If i sit here and think about it then yes lol

36.) Favorite day of the week?

I like Saturdays ❤️

37.) How do you like your coffee?

I like Espresso, either with some sweetened condensed milk or as a latte.

38.) Favorite pair of shoes?

I have maroon platform converse. Also I have white doc martins that I reallllly love and for comfort i love my adidas slides

39.) Time you normally wake up?

10 right now... I gotta start getting up earlier cuz i have a class at 10 next semester lol

40.) Sunrise or sunsets?

Sunsets.

41.) How many blankets on your bed?

Toooo many. Like 3 lmaooo. I don’t need that many its summer in Southern California lmaooo

42.) Describe your kitchen plates?

I got some plastic ones that I bought cuz our shit was in storage and i needed something to eat off of lol and then i have black and white plates.

43.) Describe your kitchen at the moment?

Small, impossible to completely clean, and poorly designed lmao.

44.) Do you have a favorite alcoholic drink?

oooof. I lvoe moscow mules, I love malibu in fruitjuice, chardonnay, chapagne and amber ales.

45.) Do you play cards?

Not really no.

46.) What color is your car?

Silver. 😍

47.) Can you change a tire?

lol nooooo

48.) Your favorite state, province, country, etc.?

I’ve only been in the country, I loved New York when I visited, New Hampshire is a beautiful looking place, and I love love love love California

49.) Favorite job you’ve had?

I liked working in a coffee shop for the first few years I did. The wages never went up enough for it to be sustainable and customer service got very draining after a while especially when management didnt have my back about some behaviors of customers directed at us that was way inappropriate

50.) How did you get your biggest scar?

I dont have many but what little ones I have are just from like regular bumping around and falling but i used to pick at any scabs I had as a kid so a few of them scarred.

tags if you wanna take a whirl!

@tintinwrites @thirsty-flygirl @bisexual-space-slut

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drdiandralp · 4 years ago

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Does NASCAR Need Practices?

The COVID crisis has forced us to think outside the box. Three months ago, we wouldn't have considered midweek races, racing without fans or racing without qualifying or practice. Now, those things are not only possibilities, they're necessary. Last Sunday at Darlington -- the first race back from the COVID-induced break -- was widely hailed as a success. Although the second race was marred by rain, both races went fine, even without qualifying or any practice. Which raises the question: If the Darlington experiment was so successful, do we really need practices?

Does Darlington Prove We Don't Need Practices.

You hear me tsk-ing, right? Because you know how I feel about making arguments based on one race, or even two. But the reason we can't make the argument based on Darlington is even strong: These were far from typical Darlington races. That's not to say they weren't successful. We were ready for racing and even non-NASCAR fans decided to give it a try. The problem is that both races were run under extraordinary circumstances, and the circumstances were different. The first race back came after drivers and crew had long layoff periods (plus no practice or qualifying). The first race back came after drivers and crew had long layoff periods (plus no practice or qualifying). Teams were working in shifts that didn't allow for their normal routinesThe second race was delayed, then rain-shortened, which always adds a little extra sense of urgency and puts more emphasis on strategy. The Data You can look at yesterday's post for the data, but here's how these races differed from an 'average' Darlington race. 'Average' is being in the middle two quartiles of races from 2000-2020 Higher percentages of cars finished on the lead lap: 60% vs. about 42%Sunday's race had a smaller-than-average number of drivers who led the race, which Wednesday's race set a record for most number of drivers leading.Green flag passes per lap were on the low side Sunday and much lower than usual on Wednesday.Wednesday's race set a record for percentage of race run under caution: 26%. The average is 14% Sunday's race was 19.5% cautions.There was only one green-flag pass for the lead that wasn't during a restart on Sunday vs. 5 on Wednesday -- and Wednesday's race was shorter.If you thought there might be more accidents and spins Sunday because it was the first time back in the car in awhile, you'd be wrong.There were 5 accidents and 2 spins on SundayVersus 7 accidents and 1 spin on Wednesday, despite being more than 100 miles shorter. That's a record for accidents per mile at Darlington.

Neither race makes a strong case for -- or against-- eliminating practices. But there are other reasons. We'll look at the pro side first.

Reasons to Eliminate Practices

The two biggest reasons for eliminating practices are to save money, and because they don't add anything to the racing. Money Cost-cutting was a priority in NASCAR before COVID. They've introduced 'enhanced schedule' weekends and limited the number of people each team can bring to the track. They've also instituted limits on wind tunnel testing and on-track testing tests, and trimmed Speedweeks. Saving Money on the Road Dave Caldwell estimated that it takes 2000-2500 people to put on a NASCAR race without fans. If we take the middle of that range (2250 people) and assume an average hotel room rate of is $100 (which a low estimate, but some people share rooms), staying one less night would save almost a quarter of a million dollars. If you could do that for half the races (18), that's $4M dollars saved. A side benefit of fewer nights on the road is that you're saving wear and tear on your people. Constant traveling is exhausting. Saving Money in the Shop Eliminating practice eliminates practice crashes. Without practice, there's no need for a backup car. That save the owners money on cars and personnel. Racing Quality If practices don't improve the racing, why have them? Technology Does Everything Practice Does I've written a lot about the technology that has become commonplace in NASCAR. Tools help engineers devise optimal setups for different tracks, crew chiefs determine pit strategy and drivers prepare for tracks they've never run before.

High-quality simulators give drivers a near-reality experience. Programs can be tailored to each track and each driver's style. Data from previous races helps drivers understand what works for them. And what doesn't.Computer modeling tools range from computational fluid dynamics for aero to suspension simulations that tell you how the racecar will handle in any corner.Hardware simulators, such as seven-post rigs, engine dynos and wind tunnels give real, hands-on measurements that can validate the computer simulations.Artificial Intelligence strategy programs are starting to become common because they can take the entire history of the track and every can on it and give you probabilities of how far you'll get ahead if you take two tires vs. four. History. Teams get so much data from their own notes, plus access to everyone's data from the track. They are accumulating terrabytes of data and computer specialists to analyze it. NASCAR could have one-day practices when a track repaves or re-configures, but otherwise, teams have plenty of tools to use to set-up the car. And they could be given the chance to make changes after qualifying. Eliminate Practices? Yes. So there you have it: Eliminating practices would save everyone money, would save stress on people, and, because we have so much good technology, the racing will be just as good.

Reasons to Keep Practices

Now let's take a look at the arguments on the other side. Money It's hard to argue with saving teams money, especially now, but let's look at the impacts of those savings. Teams may have to let go some employees, but the impact outside NASCAR is significant. Fewer Opportunities for Interaction Less time at the track means fewer opportunities for sponsors to hold events. Television time is an important component of why businesses sponsor NASCAR, but it's not the only one There would also be less time for fans to meet drivers. NASCAR prides itself on its accessibility, but there are a finite number of things you can do in a finite amount of time. Impact on Tracks

Less time at the track decreases the amount of money tracks can make from food and beverage sales, and camping rentals. It's less money for the people who work at the tracks. A number of tracks have invested money in areas that give fans access to the garage without getting in the way of the work. There won't be too much to watch if there are no practices.. Souvenir haulers will have fewer hours for sales. Impact on Local Economy Decreasing the amount of time at the track also takes money from the local economy. That might make cities and municipalities less welcoming. Less need for hotel rooms might decrease the prices, but might also drive hoteliers near some of the more remote tracks to shutter their doors. Racing Quality I can't argue with the appeal of showing up and 'racing what you brung'. It's old school in the best way. But there are some other considerations Team Sports Need Practice Say you arrive to play doubles tennis in an important tournament and, instead of your regular partner, you're suddenly playing with someone you've only played with a few times before. That's Chad Johnston and Matt Kenseth. Or any new crew chief/driver combination, including rookies. Crew chiefs manage drivers the same way drivers manage tires. There's a big difference between talking strategy over lunch and the pressure of a race. Some drivers really do become different people when they put on their helmets. Crew chiefs become different people when they're up on the pit box, too. No practice means no time for drivers and crew chiefs to develop a relationship. It favors established teams and puts new ones at a disadvantage. You wouldn't send a group of guys who'd never worked together out to pit a car. Why would you take the same kind of risk with the rest of the team? Cars Need Shake Outs Before Racing Martin Truex, Jr. ran only 41 laps of the 2018 Indianapolis race before his left-front brake rotor exploded. Remember the Speedweeks when the vendor-supplied coating on engine parts failed and Hendrick Motorsports had to replace all their engines before the 500? Practice laps gives a team a chance to make sure there are no big problems. In addition to it being a safety issue, imagine the frustration for fans. You aren't going to be happy if you wait all year to see your favorite driver and he or she crashes out on lap 1 because someone forgot to tighten something. Even without race-ending parts failures, do you want to see races where winning is determined by how well you set up the car before you leave? If you're one of those people who wants races in the hands of the drivers, the best race is one where each driver has the car he or he wants. Computers Don't Race: People Do Every race engineer or crew chief has a story about setting up the car to be maximally fast according to the computer and it isn't. Maybe the driver doesn't feel confident enough in the car to push it. Maybe the driver just hates loose racecars. Every driver has different preferences -- some which change on a week-to-week basis. A large part of practice is adjusting the car, not only to the track, but to the driver. Larger Teams are Less Impacted by Eliminating Practice Smaller teams can't afford custom-developed suspension simulations and computational fluid dynamics. They also have less access to manufacturer resources than the larger teams. The more racing depends on technology, the further behind smaller, newer teams will fall. That's not a recipe for attracting new teams or manufacturers. Innovation Teams find new ideas from computer simulations and wind tunnels and such. But they rarely can afford to take a chance testing a new idea in a race. There's too much at stake. Computer output is only as good as the person who wrote the program and the data input. Sometimes (gasp!) even computers are wrong.

So The Answer Is...

The Darlington races, enjoyable as they were, don't prove that practices are unnecessary. But they weren't disasters, either, so they didn't prove that practices are necessary. The answer is (as in boringly common) probably a compromise. There's probably a schedule in which there is one practice, and then qualifying. Although the SiriusXM morning show guys this morning were talking about whether qualifying is necessary... TO BE CONTINUED... Read the full article

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whythehellnaut · 7 years ago

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Why’s Logan Lucky movie review

I want to write a review of Logan Lucky now. Personally, I found it rather middle of the road, nothing special. Not bad, but not as good as it's made out to be. Most of it is rooted in how it tries so hard to cater to the rural southern crowds, which isn't a bad thing on its own, but the way this movie does it feels very wrong and more like shameless, needless pandering.

I understand southern folks like to live life slow and steady, so I can see the movie attempt to have a steady pace, but it ends up just being slow. There could have been half an hour of footage cut out that would have left the plot untouched. There was a lot of focus on just simple imagery that the filmmakers likely expected southern people to suddenly drool over, including a minute of extras enjoying activities at a town fair, an entire national anthem being sung with soldiers saluting, and excessive Nascar racing, none of which effected the plot at all. There was a huge subplot involving Seth MacFarlane as a devious corporate sponsor for an innocent racer, which could have been left out completely and saved fifteen minutes of screentime, again, without effecting the plot. It seems thrown in as an excuse to please Nascar fans, since the main characters never set foot in the viewing area of the stadium. There's also a subplot about a little girl in a child beauty pageant, and while the actress is sweet and endearing to make the viewer want to see more of her, the pageant seems portrayed more as a typical southern joy than the controversial, borderline abusive activity that it really is. All of this just made me think they were slapped onto the movie to shout, "hey southern people, this is what you like, right? Please like our movie," and made me wonder, when are we getting back to the heist plot?

Even the heist, as fun as it is to watch, is contrived at times. The movie acts like the plan is seamless, like they've thought of everything, but there's a surprisingly large number of holes. The most annoying of which is that the plan involves a prison break, executed by simply walking through a hole in the wall that anyone could notice and just leaving the prison. No way would anything be this easy. Many aspects of the plan just work out too well, and I feel this was another side effect of the lazy writing. It seems condescending of the movie to pretend it's smarter than it really is, as if the viewers won't notice. It's at least entertaining, with a lot of humor thrown in that had the audience laughing.

I will admit the acting is probably its best strength. Daniel Craig lets his accent slip towards the beginning, but otherwise is solid. Adam Driver and Channing Tatum perform very well throughout, and are believable, so this makes me think the film was only made to put something worthwhile on their resumes. Seth MacFarlane is unrecognizable as his character too, but as I mentioned, he has no reason to even be in the movie so he's ultimately forgettable.

In the end, the movie is fairly enjoyable, but I'd only recommend it to people that are already fans of heist movies.

#movie review #logan lucky

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spaceorphan18 · 8 years ago

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Finding Kurt Hummel: Glee, Actually

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4x10: Glee, Actually

It’s that other cracky Christmas episode. A lot of people don’t like this one. And while I do agree that they tried to jam too many things into one place, it’s still my favorite Christmas episode.

Artie’s Fantasy

The first vignette centers around Artie wishing he wasn’t in his wheelchair. And then we get bizarro world with the return of Rory and the death of Quinn. You know what - I’m not going to overthink it.

When we find Kurt, we see that he’s getting bullied again. It’s weird to me that Artie asks if he’s graduated, and Kurt says no because he was held back because of the bullying. But yet, we see Finn and Puck there bullying, so did they get held back to? Oh right, I wasn’t going to overthink it.

I don’t know if Artie being able to walk really stops Kurt from ending up at Dalton - but I’m more fascinated by the ‘what-if’ part of it. This AU Kurt has never met Blaine, and his life is not so great. And I find that interesting. And I find it interesting that this moment takes place during their current break up. Because it’s a nice reminder that Blaine has had a huge impact on Kurt’s life - and even if they had never gotten back together, even if they were done completely after the break up, you can lessen the fact that Blaine being in Kurt’s life changed it for the good.

I do think it’s interesting that this little comment also comes in an episode where Kurt and Blaine are beginning to find each other again.

As a side note - I am also super fascinated by the idea that in this AU Blaine doesn’t exist at all! There’s a whole ton of meta-layers to that, but I’ll save that for when I talk about Blaine on the podcast.

This little moment cracks me up - and I’ll bet you ten bucks it was a Chris improv. So this is during Artie’s Feliz Navidad performance - and Kurt’s so unsure of it, he wields scissors as a weapon in case this weirdo gets too close. By the end of the number, he’s got a look of shock and awe on his face. So this AU Kurt apparently has never seen a musical?

I’m not going to get bogged down in the many directions this fantasy could go - because there’s such a sense of no logic to it - but there are interesting conversations to be had in general about ‘what-if’s - and how Kurt’s life would be different if at various points in the narrative his life had gone in a different direction. I mean - isn’t that what we explore when we do fanfiction?

Lonely Christmas

Rachel’s taking off on a, apparently very gay, cruise. Woot! Goodbye Rachel - I don’t really miss you in this episode. But - she’s leaving Kurt all alone - and shows some concern for him. Aw, Rachel, how nice of you.

Kurt’s not going home because he believes his dad is going to be with Carole’s family. (I’m guessing this is a lie-ish thing Burt said so he could arrange to surprise Kurt in New York?) Rachel asks about Blaine - so I wonder if Kurt talked to her about possibly seeing Blaine at Christmas, or at least the phone call. Kurt says he has talked to Blaine (yes - communication) and that Blaine understands that Kurt has to save money for college. Which is somewhat of an excuse. Is Kurt ready to take on that heavy conversation that he had promised Blaine? Possibly not.

I do believe Kurt when he says being alone won’t be a bad thing. Kurt’s still an introvert - and I can only imagine having Rachel around all the time could zap his energy. But also, I do think Kurt having some time to recharge and really think some stuff through wouldn’t have been the worst thing in the world - even if it made the holidays a little lonelier.

Luckily for Kurt - he won’t actually be alone for Christmas - since his dad has arrived unexpectedly. Oh look - he’s making nearly the same face as when Blaine showed up unexpectedly. Also - he has a plant. No, Kurt, no! Run away! No!

So with bringing of a real Christmas tree (I’m stuck on how Burt got one and how did he get it to Bushwick - but not important) we get discussion of Hummels’ past Christmas and more insight to Kurt’s mom. I love when we go there!

So, Kurt’s mom was big on Christmas and real trees. There’s speculation over the years, based on this episode, that Kurt’s mom might have died around the holidays. Here Burt says ‘first Christmas without his mom’ - so my guess is that she didn’t die exactly at Christmas time but possibly that fall (based on clothing during I Want to Hold Your Hand/Grilled Cheesus flashbacks). Anyway - that first Christmas Burt was so out of it (understandably) that he forgot about the tree and Kurt made his own ornament out of his mom’s perfume bottle.

Because he loved the way she smelled. Ah, remember that comment back in Ballad about the dresser and the smell? Oh, Kurt <3 I’m guessing the rest of his life - whatever that scent is will remind him of his mom - and it’ll help keep her memory alive.

All this nostalgia though is bringing down that joyful Christmas vibe - and Kurt, of all people, says that the box of ornaments is about happy memories, too - like the trip to Dollywood for Kurt! And the Nascar museum for Burt! (Oh what these two have done for each other.) And Burt even has a special bulb for Kurt and Rachel - an apple, for them being in the big apple now. How sweet.

Bombshell

So - Kurt and Burt have a nice father/son evening - going out to see a Rockette’s show at Radio City. Nice little throwback here to Burt’s Single Ladies dance during Goodbye.

I keep wondering where Blaine is during all of this. Did he have to catch another flight? Has he been hanging around Manhattan the whole time? Meanwhile - it seems a bit crazy to go all the way out to Radio City then back to Bushwick only to go all the way back out to Rockefeller Center again. Why am I trying to be logical about this?

So - apparently it’s a Hummel tradition to have hot cocoa. And Burt uses this time to drop the bombshell on Kurt -- he has prostate cancer. And Kurt’s going to be sick.

(As an aside - Ryan Murphy’s dad died of prostate cancer - and I guess this might have been a way of dealing with that? Since Kurt was originally supposed to be in his image? Idk - I do know the amount of pushback this story got from fans - and almost immediately RM assured everyone that Burt would not be dying.)

Anyway - this is heavy news for Kurt, especially because he’s a kid who already lost one parent - and now faces the prospect of losing another one. The discussion about Kurt’s mom in the earlier scene was not random - it’s there to remind you that Kurt has already been through this once.

Burt, however, isn’t all that worried. Since his heart attack - he’s been taking better care of himself. And he’s all confident that he can beat this cancer thing just fine. Kurt’s not so sure -- but this is where we kind of move into omnipotent Burt - and he knows he’ll be okay.

Kurt says he’s worried that Burt might not be around to see Kurt reach his destiny, but Burt assures him he’ll be there. It’s also interesting that Kurt’s destiny may not exactly be what he thinks it is. (Burt will be there to see Kurt light up the stage some day - but within the confines of the show, Burt will also be there to see Kurt get married and start a family life - which we all figured this might be implying.)

But also - Burt brings some advice -- that having this many brushes with death means that you need to hold those you love close to you. And of course this means each other. But judging by the fact that Burt literally brings Blaine along - my interpretation is that Burt knows, even through the nastiness of the current break up -- Blaine and Kurt are two people who have each other’s backs - and you need people like that when going through the hard things.

Christmas Presents

When they get back to the loft - Kurt is being all fussy for his dad, which is sweet and very Kurt-ish. He’s used to taking care of his dad, it’s almost like putting on an old glove.

Meanwhile, we learn more Hummel traditions! (There seems to be a lot in this episode.) That Burt watches the game while Kurt not-so-secretly reads fashion magazines. And they give each other gifts on Christmas Eve instead of Christmas Day.

So Kurt gives Burt NYADA hat and shirt for Christmas! Burt’s so proud of his son, it’s fantastic to see. And he tells Kurt that he’ll be kicking ass at that school. Kurt’s slightly weary about it, as it shows on his face, but he’s gonna try.

Meanwhile, Burt’s gift to Kurt -- kinda too big for wrapping. Kurt’s definitely curious and then like - what even is going on? It cracks me up that Burt says he can return the gift if he doesn’t want it. How would that even work? Lol...

Kurt’s big present for this Christmas is Blaine! And - yeah, there are about fifteen emotions that cross Kurt’s face at this - but happy and excited are a couple of them. It’s not until Blaine starts talking about Kurt’s dad having cancer, and that he’ll take care of Burt when back in Ohio does Kurt’s face fall. It’s such a nice moment, and despite complications, Kurt is happy to see Blaine - but oh yeah, the reality that his dad might be dying kind of hits him like a sledge hammer.

And Blaine is so awkward here - but I get it. Because he wants to do and say the exact right thing. He is so, so scared of messing anything up with Kurt that their interactions are a little tricky at the moment.

But! Kurt relaxes a little when Blaine mentions that he’s there for another tradition - their holiday duet. And sadly, this is the last one that we get on the show.

Blaine also dips his toe in the water to test it out and asks if Kurt’s happy to see him. And Kurt replies ‘always’. And that’s sincere. And already a lot kinder and softer than their last meeting on Grease weekend.

So, Kurt and Blaine sing White Christmas on skates. And, okay, I’m gonna be honest, it’s a little underwhelming after all the BTS stuff we got to see. It’s too short, there’s way too many shots of random skaters, and the ‘almost kiss’ moment looks weird to me. But! I cut it some slack - especially since Chris isn’t a skater.

And these two goobers look like they’re having a ton of fun with each other out on the ice. Which is the important part. Plus - Burt is looking on incredibly fondly. He wants his kid to have someone to hold onto when/if things get dark. But I also think he’s there for Blaine - wanting Blaine to have something, too. Burt knows there’s a happy ending out of this. And man did we carry that with us in our pockets for the rest of the season.

Ah man - I’m still sad they didn’t sing Winter Wonderland in season 5. Such a missed opportunity, Glee!!!!

It’s Christmas officially by the time they get done skating and are enjoying hot chocolates. And then we get Blaine’s speech about how they’re always going to be there for each other - no matter what, together or not. And it’s kind of like later - when Kurt will say they always belong to each other no matter what. Kurt’s still very much in the healing process - but Blaine is a part of his life. Always.

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So now we get to play a little game of fill in the blank. Did Kurt and Blaine sleep together or didn’t they? I know a lot of people think they did based on Blaine’s line in I Do. I don’t think that’s what the narrative meant, but it does bring up some interesting conversations. I can make a case for either way.

On the one hand - Kurt’s still somewhat in a fragile place - and he’s slowly letting Blaine back into his world, and he’s not going to let Blaine into that place just yet. It might be a little too overwhelming, and too much too fast.

On the other - I can see Kurt disconnecting emotional and physical. And allowing himself to have this physical pleasure with Blaine, because after everything, after hearing about his dad, he needs to have a release and sex can bring that, and as long as Kurt’s aware of his own boundaries he allows himself this one thing.

I can see either direction and have read both directions. Glee leaves it open so there’s not a correct answer - just a lot of interesting avenues to explore.

Domesticity

It’s Christmas day and the game is on. I love that Kurt comes over with a napkin for his dad - as he’s still always automatically taking care of his dad. Burt and Blaine also have a bet going on - to see how long Kurt can make it without picking up Vogue. And I just have to say - how adorable it is that Burt and Blaine are paralleled here. I’m not good at articulating why, but there are some similarities between the two of them, and the show even goes for it at times, and this is one of them. Idk, I like it.

Anyway - Kurt only lasts 20 seconds, and Burt wins as he’s known Kurt quite a bit longer. Blaine’s line about Kurt not being able to hold out just a little longer is laced - as though commenting on that Blaine couldn’t wait just a little longer before deciding his relationship was over and being with someone else. Oh show.

Kurt, meanwhile, thinks they’re both ridiculous. But what I love about this scene is that there’s a sense of home here. This is a snapshot of what life is going to be like twenty years down the road when they’re officially one big happy family.

So then Burt brings up Blaine’s college plans. (And as an aside - god how nice was it the acknowledgement that Blaine wouldn’t be held at McKinley forever. To bad the school year stretched on forever.)

And this is where we get a moment of Kurt and Blaine silently having a conversation with each other underneath the regular conversation. And while I love that - I love recognizing that - I’ll be honest and needed a little help breaking that a part. So thanks to my friends who have so graciously chimed in. <3 <3 (This is always more fun when talking about it in a conversation.)

But basically - Blaine, while he doesn’t need to do it, is asking Kurt for permission to go to NYADA. Because he doesn’t want to overstep his bounds, and yeah, I think part of his decision in going to NYADA is to be close to Kurt, even if way back when, they had decided that they would go there together.

And Kurt is a little hesitant, and a little held back, but says it’s fine. He’s still in a weird place, and Blaine is being so cautious. And the future, for Kurt right now, is so much more ambiguous than it once was. But he’s not going to stop Blaine from living.

(Check out other answers here - I have smart friends)

And this is during the last group number - Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas. It’s such a sweet little moment, just the three of them, a nice little family dinner. Ah man. We still have the second half of the season to go - but baby steps...

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