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Archie “Frost” Campbell Profile

》[Open Profile] Disclaimer: as I’m still working through the lore of Task Force Dagger, Archie’s biography is still quite bare. Everything else is finished :)

General

Name: Archibald (Archie) Charles Campbell

Callsign: Frost

Age: 29

Birthday: 16th November, 1995 -  Newcastle, NSW, Australia.

Face Claim: Callum Turner (Specifically - ‘Bucky’ from MOTA’)

Voice Claim: Evan Boymel as “Viper” in Titanfall 2

Occupation: Fast Jet Pilot (F-35A Lightning II)

Affiliation: Royal Australian Air Force (RAAF - 75th SQN)

Rank: Flight Lieutenant (FLTLT)

Height: 183cm (6ft)

Education: Bachelor’s Degree in Aviation

Languages: English, Spanish, German

Appearance

Hair: Dark brown, wavy hair. short back and sides.

Eye Colour: Grey

Facial Hair: Pencil moustache

Marks: None

Tattoos: None

Family 

Unnamed Mother and Father

Edwin “Eddy” Campbell (Grandfather, Former RAAF 460 SQN - Avro Lancaster Flight Engineer)

Vader (Black cat, pet)

Affiliates

Task Force Dagger

Captain Lachlan Jones (2CDO)

Sergeant Damien Whitlock (2CDO)

Sergeant Daniel Santoso (2CDO)

Sergeant Joseph “Joey” Hernandez (CCT)

Talullah Jones (ASIS)

Personality

Myers-Briggs Type: ISTJ (Logistician)

Honest and Direct: Archie is a straightforward, no-bullshit kind of person. Will tell his peers how it is without holding back. 

Observer: Not one to talk much unless needed, Archie prefers to observe and analyse his peers or situation.

Archie is a level-headed person. He is calm and is able to keep his cool under difficult situations.

Archie doesn’t let his emotions drive his thought process. He is a logical person who bases his thoughts and opinions based on research and experience, and can become stubborn when he doesn’t particularly agree with something.

Skills

As a fighter pilot, Archie has inherited a range of skills apart from simply flying a fighter jet. There include:

Mental Skills: quick and accurate decisions, situational awareness.

Technical Skills: navigation, avionics, flight system and weapon proficiency.

Social Skills: effective communication, cooperation and working as a team, leadership.

Air Combat Manoeuvring (ACM), Fighter tactics and manoeuvres, etc.

Mission Planning

Maths and Physics, as well as creativity in situations.

Survival, Evasion, Resistance and Escape (SERE)

Archie also likes to partake in electrical work, commonly seen tinkering with devices and studying mechanical/electrical engineering concepts in his spare time. He also knows basic weapons handling and firing.

Behind the Callsign

At a glance, “Frost” derives from his frosty attitude towards his peers around him. Being one to keep to himself majority of the time and only speaking when necessary, his attitude was often perceived as cold to others, even when he didn't mean it.

Though if you were to ask his squadron and ground crew, they’d tell you that they call him “Frost” due to his impressive flying skills, often leaving onlookers and other pilots frozen in awe. Almost like an advantage over opponents.

Preferences

Favourite Song: 'The Magnificent Seven - The Clash' & 'Face to Face - Daft Punk'

Favourite Clothing: Vintage leather bomber jackets, Levi jeans, quarter zip jumpers, navy pinstripe double breasted suit, knit sweaters, cargo pants, sneakers (Converse or Adidas Gazelle).

Favourite Accessories: Rayban Aviators with blue lenses and gold frames, Casio G-SHOCK GW-3000M-4A watch.

Favourite Colour: Navy Blue

Favourite Drink: Krondorf Founder's View Barossa Shiraz

Favourite Food: Creamy steak fettuccine pasta, Arnotts Monte Carlo biscuits

Favourite Cigerette Brand: Benson & Hedges

Biography

Archie was born in Newcastle, New South Wales, Australia on the 16th of November, 1995. Growing up, Archie would listen to his grandfather’s stories of being a pilot on an Avro Lancaster throughout the majority of WW2. Though a little incoherent at times, Archie still enjoyed them regardless as they shaped his childhood and future to come.

Throughout high school, Archie would spend a lot of time volunteering at an aviation museum alongside his grandfather as a technician assistant, working on maintaining planes on display whilst rambling bits of information of various planes to visitors. Archie would also frequent RAAF base Williamtown, where he would stand just outside the base and watch Super Hornets scream over his head. He wasn’t the type to stand out among his classmates, much preferring to stick his head in a book and soak up as much information as he could on various aviation and engineering topics. He graduated with a top ATAR score of 97.

Thanks to his constant exposure to the Air Force along with his grandfather’s stories, Archie knew he wanted to become a fighter pilot from an early age. In his later years of high school and after, he worked diligently preparing for multiple officer and screening boards during his application process. He managed to score one of five spots out of hundreds of applicants.

Archie then attended the Australian Defence Force Academy (ADFA), where he pursued a Bachelor’s degree in Aviation. He would be a maths tutor to a few of his peers in his spare time, but most commonly Joseph, his newly made friend who he bonded with over their love for Star Wars. 

Upon graduating ADFA, Archie was sent to Perth to begin his initial specialist employment pilot training (ISET), where he spent a year flying the PC-21. He graduated from Number 2 Flying Training School and was recommended by his instructors to pilot the newly introduced and mighty F-35A.

Now part of 75th Squadron, Archie is posted to RAAF base Tindal in the Northern Territory to continue his training, also managing to deploy overseas to various locations such as the US and Japan.

At some point, Archie was approached and recruited into Task Force Dagger on recommendation from Joseph. Working with TFD would show him his first set of real combat outside of simulations and practice exercises. To be continued…

*(Archie would have been 26 years old when the F-35A was first introduced into the 75th SQN, a few years after he graduated ISET (22-23 years old). For story purposes, assume the F-35 arrived earlier.)

Trivia/Preferences 

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His favourite music band is Daft Punk. His favourite song from them is ‘Face to Face’. Also likes Coldplay, Kenny Loggins, Phil Collins, Foo Fighters, Linkin Park, etc.

In his spare time, he also likes to build lego sets and model jets. He’s also a gamer, preferring to play games like League of Legends, Cyberpunk 2077, Helldivers 2, Battlefront 2, Halo etc.

He likes to wear Rayban Aviators in the colourway gold/blue or gold/green.

He is a big fan of Star Wars. His favourite movie is ‘A New Hope’ and he also really enjoys ‘Star Wars: The Clone Wars’. His favourite characters are Wedge Antilles and Commander Wolffe.

He likes to spoil Vader rotten! Buys him all kinds of toys. Even has a Death Star cat house. He has a really big soft spot for Vader which Joseph likes to tease him about, quote: “he is the only one to knock down that icy wall he’s built around himself.”

When Archie chose his aircraft preference, he originally chose the F/A-18F Super Hornet.

If he didn’t become a pilot, he’d become a mechanical engineer. 

After his grandfather passed, Archie carries his ID tags with him as a source of comfort and support. 

Archie was inspired by the character ‘Viper’ from Titanfall 2 and the song “Dodge This”.

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viii. a world alone

pairing: logan sargeant x fem!oc (daisy shaw)

genre: written

based on the 2023 season

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Daisy didn't know what she was thinking when she agreed to this. Scratch that - she didn't even remember Stella telling her about this in the first place so she was likely drunk or delirious, possibly both. The aftermath of Australia was messy to say the least so she knew she'd likely agreed when she was hungover and anxious out of her mind on the plane back.

Normally she headed back to her place in Newcastle when there was enough time between races to make it worthwhile as her mum was there and so was Faith but before the drama Daisy had arranged to visit the factory to complete some sim work for the team and she couldn't exactly back out of it now. Really it was the last thing she wanted to do - show her face at the factory when she had openly called out the unfair treatment and criticised the team on the radio but Daisy wasn't afraid of them either. Let Klaus come track her down and make excuses - it'd be a free comedy show for her.

To combat the negative attention she'd been receiving online, mainly from Daniel's fanbase and some of the more old fashioned minds on the grid who were absolutely thrilled at the turn of events as they could skew that incident to be their justification as to why she didn't deserve her seat on the grid, Stella had somehow worked a miracle and landed her a possible partnership with Jo Malone who were looking to expand their consumer base. And she'd fast tracked Daisy's upcoming Dior cover to flood the media with good press to move things on from Australia.

So now she was in the back of a car with Stella running through a list of potential questions they might ask her for the accompanying article to go with the shoot and the PR approved answers. Did she normally take them with a bit of salt? Yeah, yeah she did because it was more fun that way but given recent events Daisy figured she had to keep to the script as much as possible.

Being photographed and interviewed for a cover feature for one of the biggest luxury brands in the world was surreal for Daisy and something she had never seen coming. She wouldn't lie and claim that she couldn't model more if she wanted to - she was pretty and an athlete so she was always in good shape but her usual style wasn't exactly what brands were looking for.

Daisy was accustomed to harsh, dark eye makeup, excessive chunky jewellery, wild hair, and mainly black clothes. Her style was a far cry from the polished, elegant aesthetic typically associated with luxury brands like Dior. She couldn't help but wonder if she would fit the mould they were looking for.

Listening to her friend's meticulous planning, Daisy resolved to toe the line and play by the rules, at least for now while it was fresh news. She had to present a polished good girl image to the world while her team dealt with the tarnishes the race weekend had brought.

The photoshoot actually ended up being pretty cool. Not that she wasn't aware that it was an experience most people could only dream of but she'd never modelled before and while she wouldn't admit it to anyone, Daisy had been nervous. Over getting her picture taken of all things! She could drive a car around at over 300 kilometres an hour with ease, whipping around sharp turns like there was no tomorrow, but the idea of posing for a photographer was stressing her out.

To her utmost surprise Daisy learned that the artistic team at Dior wanted to honour her darker and more edgy aesthetic and were planning a look inspired by that rather than paint her out to be someone she wasn't. The looks were mostly monochromatic. Lots of black with the occasional pop or white or red. And her absolute favourite - the final outfit they had shot her in was this sharply tailored suit reminiscent of her own racing suit.

She might have felt like a fish out of water there but at least she looked the part.

From the moment she stepped foot in the factory Daisy found herself in high demand. It was a whirlwind of activity with people seeking her out from basically every department. One minute she was en route to the simulator to carry out the work that had been requested of her by the engineers, and the next she was intercepted and dragged off by the media team to film for 'Grill the Grid.'

"Sorry, Daisy, but we need you for filming a 'Grill the Grid' segment," one of them explained, a sense of urgency in their voice.

Daisy sighed inwardly, knowing that her day was about to become even busier and that any hopes of her leaving the factory at a reasonable time had just died.. Despite her reluctance, she followed the media team to the designated filming area, mentally preparing herself for the rapid-fire questions and challenges that awaited her.

She was barely in the door when she was swiftly ushered away by members of the media team to prepare for the shoot by changing into her race suit. Slipping out of her casual attire she took the suit off the clothing rack where it had been waiting for her and she pulled it on. It always felt weird to be wearing it when they weren't at the track. Daisy quickly checked her appearance in the mirror before she left the makeshift changing room.

As Daisy settled into the filming setup, the media team outlined the challenge for the day's episode of 'Grill the Grid.'

"Today's challenge is all about naming a race winner by surname for each letter of the alphabet," the host explained, a mischievous glint in their eye. "And remember, you've got to think fast as there's a 2 minute time limit!"

Daisy's confidence surged at the prospect of showcasing her racing knowledge in such a fun and competitive format. With a determined grin, she nodded in response to the challenge, her mind already racing to recall the names of past race winners from every corner of the globe.

As the filming began, Daisy's quick reflexes and encyclopaedic knowledge of Formula 1 history were on full display. With each letter presented to her, she effortlessly rattled off the names of iconic drivers who had triumphed on the world stage, showcasing her prowess as a true aficionado of the sport. Being a know it all when it came to F1 history as a result of far too many condescending men asking her to name the world champion from specific years and other more obscure records came in handy sometimes, and this was one of them.

Grill the grid 2023

EP 1 -> A-Z Challenge

Producer: I think you'll be good at this Daisy.

Daisy: Really subtle way of calling me a nerd thanks guys, but you're absolutely right - I've been training my whole life for this with people asking me to name 5 songs off my band shirts and name world champions so sorry to the boys, but it's so over for them and I fully intend to honour Seb though by knowing absolutely everything just to annoy people.

Producer: Confident words, I like it! Well in that case, your two minutes start...now! First letter - A

Daisy: Alonso, rookie of the year am I right?

Producer: That was fast.

Daisy: Yeah well my mum was like in love with him. When we were growing up we used to have one of those candles, like the ones for saints? But it was Alonso so who knows maybe in another life he's my stepdad or something.

Producer: Have you introduced them in the paddock?

Daisy: I haven't yet, managed to keep mum away from him last year at Silverstone but I've a feeling if I don't this year Jenson somehow will.

[CUT TO ZHOU AWKWARDLY LAUGHING]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I'm stuck already

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Alboreto?

Producer: Yes, exactly!

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]; Andretti

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Alesi?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Alesi? Is he one?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Alesi

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Alesi

[CUT TO LECLERC, MAGNUSSON, STROLL]: Alesi

[CUT BACK TO ZHOU]

Producer: Someone on the grid now...

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Alonso

[CUT TO OCON, PEREZ, SARGEANT, NORRIS]: Alonso

[CUT TO A GRINNING ALONSO]: ...Ascari

Producer: You can skip

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Yeah, pass

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

Producer: 'B'

[CUT TO DAISY SMIRKING]

Daisy: JB baby! Justin Bieber...I mean the supreme slag, Jenson Button. Wait can we even keep that in?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Brundle?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO ALBON]: Not Brundle, I imagine

[CUT TO A VERY SELF ASSURED LANDO]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Barrichello

[CUT TO A CONFUSED PEREZ]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Next

[CUT BACK TO DAISY]

Producer: Fernando skipped this one you know

[DAISY ROLLS EYES BEFORE GRINNING CHEEKILY]

Daisy: Not even the Fernando Alosno can escape early onset dementia apparently. Hope that doesn't cause too much of a lover's quarrel with him and Jenson.

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh! B! Button

[CUT TO OCON]: Button

[CUT TO STROLL]: Button

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Button

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Bottas

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Bottas

[CUT TO GASLY]: I don't know

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Bottas

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Brabham

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Berger

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Brabham

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Brabham

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Brabham

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Barrachielo

☆

Producer: 'C'

[CUT TO ALBON]: C? Skip

[CUT TO A BLANK HULKENBERG AND ALONSO]

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Uhhh Col....?

[CUT TO A THINKING STROLL]

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Charles..but that's not a surname

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Charles...it's gotta be a last name though right?

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Chiroun?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO A SURPRISED LECLERC]: Ah, he didn't win no?

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass

[CUT TO DAISY]: Clark

[CUT TO ALONSO, OCON, MAGNUSSON, TSUNODA]: Pass

[CUT TO A HESITANT HULKENBERG]:C...Coulthard?

[CUT TO GASLY]: Coulthard

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Coulthard

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Coulthard

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Coulthard

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Coulthard

[CUT TO STROLL]:Coulthard

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Clark

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: 'D'

[CUT TO A THINKING SARGEANT]: D....

[CUT TO A BLANK FACED PIASTRI]

[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]

[CUT TO A CONFUSED LECLERC]

[CUT TO AN EVEN MORE CONFUSED ALBON]

[CUT TO BOTTAS MAKING AWKWARD EYE CONTACT WITH THE CAMERA]

[CUT TO GASLY]

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I don't know

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Davidson?

[CUT TO STROLL]: Davidson?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO SAINZ WITH NOT A THOUGHT BEHIND HIS EYES]

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: Pass

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO GASLY]: Skip

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

Daisy: Depailler? There's only been him and De Angelis right..

Producer: That's correct! I think you're the only one who got that

Daisy: Huh, these boys need to up their game

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: There's no E, moving onto F

[CUT TO SAINZ, ALBON, LECLERC]: FANGIO

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Farina

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Fittapaldi

[CUT TO GASLY, PIASTRI, ZHOU]: Fischella

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Skip

[CUT TO OCON]: FITTIPALDI

Daisy: Farina

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

☆

PRODUCER: 'G'

[CUT TO ALBON]

[CUT TO NORRIS]: 'G?'

[CUT TO LECLERC]: 'G,G.G'

[CUT BACK TO A CONFUSED ALBON]: 'G...?'

PRODUCER: Think of someone current on the grid

[CUT BACK TO LECLERC]: G? Gug?...

[CUT TO A SILENT HULKENBERG]

[CUT BACK AGAIN TO ALBON]: G..as a surname?...Currently... uhhh

[CUT TO STROLL]

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: I'm blanking now

[CUT TO ZHOU]: I can't remember any

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No grosjean...

[CUT TO PEREZ]: G

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ]:...Ga

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Which team is he?

Producer [laughing]: I can't tell you that

[CUT TO A SMILING GASLY]: Pierre Gasly

[CUT TO A FRANTIC LECLERC]: Gasly!

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:..Gasly

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Gasly

[CUT BACK TO ALBON]: Oh! Pierre Gasly

[CUT TO BOTTAS, VERSTAPPEN, ZHOU]: Gasly

[CUT TO OCON]: Gasly -  Ahh its race winner not world champion ah ok,ok,ok

[CUT TO A STILL UNKNOWING TSUNODA]: Umm skip.. Giovanazzi?..

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: GASLY!

Daisy: That would be mr liked by Pierre Gasly himself

Producer: Have you been liked by Pierre Daisy

Daisy [nodding with a coy smirk]: many times, but you know who I've been liked by more?

Producer [laughing]: Do tell us

Daisy [now winking at the camera]: His girlfriend, hey Kika if you're watching, we should go out sometime

[CUT TO GASLY]

Producer: As a heads up I think you may have some competition for your girlfriend Pierre

Pierre: Really?

Producer: Yeah, they're quite confident too

Pierre: It's Daisy isn't it

☆

PRODUCER: 'H'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Heikkenen

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I don't know anyone

Producer: You don't know anyone?   

[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, ZHOU, GASLY, ALONSO]: Hill

[CUT TO ALBON]: Lewis Hamilton

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Hamilton

[CUT BACK TO A SHEEPISH NORRIS]:..Lewis Hamilton

[CUT TO LECLERC]: It's impossible with the cameras!

[CUT TO SARGEANT, SAINZ, MAGNUSSON, STROLL,TSUNODA]: Hamilton

Daisy: Sir Lewis Hamilton

[CUT BACK TO A FLUSTERED LECLERC]: Hamilton..oh my god!

[CUT TO OCON]: Hamilton

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Um Hamilton...wouldn't have been good if I didn't get that one

☆

Producer: 'I'

[CUT TO PIASTRI]:

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Skip

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Nah

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Why is this so hard?

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip this one

[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: Pass

Daisy: Irvine

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Pass

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Irvine

[CUT TO ALBON]: Irvine, Eddie Irvine

[CUT TO GASLY]: Ickx

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Irvine

[CUT TO STROLL, SAINZ, BOTTAS, HULKENBERG]: Irvine

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Eh Irvine

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: Pass

☆

Producer: 'J'

[CUT TO LECLERC]: JJJ

[CUT TOBOTTAS]

[CUT TO ALBON]:J..um.. skip

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: I don't know

[CUT TO OCON, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: No

[CUT TO NORRIS]: No idea

[CUT TO STROLL]: No..I don't know

[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh I don't know

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I keep thinking of first names

[CUT TO SAINZ]:Jaques- no, no

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: J, J, J, uh I pass

[CUT TO ZHOU]: Skip

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Pass

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Jabouille

Daisy: Jones

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: J.. Uh Alan Jones

☆

Producer: 'K'

[CUT TO ALBON]: Um..K? Kimi oh no - skip

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Keke Rosberg

[CUT TO GASLY]: Keke Rosberg, haha ok pass

[CUT BACK TO PIASTRI]: I don't know

[CUT TO LECLERC]: K, K

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]:

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]:

[CUT BACK TO HULKENBERG]: No

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Did Kovalainen ever win?

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO OCON]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO STROLL]: Kovalainen

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Klean? No

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Keke

[CUT TO BOTTAS, ALONSO, PEREZ]: Pass

Daisy: Kubica

[CUT TO NORRIS]: I dunno, I dunno

☆

'L'

[CUT TO ZHOU]: No, Lando is N

[CUT TO NORRIS BLANKING]

Producer: One of your good mates

Lando: I don't know people's surnames

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Lauda

[CUT TO OCON, MAGNUSSON, GASLY, SARGEANT, TSUNODA]: Lauda

Producer: Someone you race with..alongside

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN GIVING A DEADPAN STARE]: I'm terrible

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Leclerc

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Ah yes, sure, Leclerc

Daisy: The prince of monaco

Producer [amused]: is that your final answer?

[DAISY NODS]: yep

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

Daisy: Oh come on! That's robbery, it's rigged! How is that wrong?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Leclerc

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Leclerc

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Leclerc

[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]: I'm so selfish, I was waiting for the 'L'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO STROLL]: I don't know

☆

Producer: 'M'

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Magnusson?

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Mansel

[CUT TO A VERY SERIOUS NORRIS]: Mustache

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Mansel

[CUT TO OCON]: Mansel

[CUT BACK TO SARGEANT]: Mansel

[CUT TO GASLY]: Mansel

[PRODUCER TO LANDO]: Come on!

[CUT BACK AN UNAWARE LANDO NORRIS]

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Mclaren

[CUT TO NORRIS AGAIN]: Ehh

[CUT TO ALONSO]: It has to be...

[CUT TO ALBON]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO ALBON]: Montoya

[CUT TO LECLERC, TSUNODA, SAINZ]: Massa

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: I've lost everyone's surnames now it's terrible

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG SHAKING HEAD]

[CUT TO STROLL]: Pass

☆

Producer: 'N'

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Hmm

[CUT TO LECLERC]: N-N

[CUT TO SAINZ]: N-

[CUT TO ALBON]: God this is hard

[CUT TO NORRIS]: My brain doesn't work with this kind of stuff

[CUT TO PEREZ, TSUNODA]: Norris?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT TO OCON]: Norris?

[CUE INCORRECT BUZZER]

[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Oh not yet

[CUT TO ALBON]: No Lando you haven't won yet mate

[CUT TO HULKENBERG, VERSTAPPEN, MAGNUSSON]: No

[CUT TO PEREZ, STROLL, PIASTRI, GASLY, ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: I've got nothing

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Nannini

[CUT TO DAISY]: Nilsson right?

☆

Producer: 'O'

[CUT TO TSUNODA]

Producer: It's recent

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Recent?

[CUT TO STROLL]: How recent?

[CUT TO ALBON]: Oh god - next

Daisy: Ocon - Hungary 21 right?

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: No, I'm blanking

[CUT TO PEREZ, PIASTRI, BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ]: I don't know this one

Producer: He's on the grid

[CUT BACK TO SAINZ]: Ah yeah

[CUT TO LECLERC]: On the grid..

[CUT TO ALONSO GRINNING DEVILISHLY]

Producer: Might have been a teammate of yours...French...tall...   

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO SAINZ AGAIN]: No don't tell me,..Olonso?

Producer: Won in Hungary, French

[CUT TO LECLERC]: Ocon

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Ocon

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Ocon

Producer: Teammate

[CUT TO GASLY]: O... Esteban Ocon

[CUT TO OCON]: O, Ocon

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Ehhh I don't know

[CUT TO STROLL]: O..Ocon

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ocon

[CUT TO NORRIS]: Oh yeah..:I'll skip it anyway

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Producer: 'P'

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Prost

[CUT TO BOTTAS, PIASTRI, OCON]: Prost

[CUT TO ALBON, MAGNUSSON]: Piquet

[CUT TO GASLY, SAINZ]: Patrese

[CUT TO STROLL]: Patrese

Daisy: Prost

[CUT TO NORRIS, TSUNODA]: Perez

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Uh Checo!

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Perez

[CUT TO LECLERC]: P...

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO BACK TO LECLERC]:?

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Producer: 'R'

[CUT TO ALBON]: There must be so many with R

[CUT TO LECLERC, GASLY, NORRIS, MAGNUSSON, PIASTRI, SARGEANT] : Rosberg

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Kimi..Raikkonen

[CUT TO STROLL/SAINZ]: Raikkonen

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Rodriguez

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Ricciardo

Daisy: Russell, Raikkonen, Rosberg one and two.. will I keep going?

Producer: Forgetting someone Daisy?

Daisy:I would never. Doesn't sound like me at all

[CUT TO ALBON]: Ricciardo

[CUT BACK TO DAISY EERILY MIRRORING FERNANDOS GRIN]

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Pass

[CUT TO OCON]: I don't know

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Producer: 'S'

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Schumacher

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Senna

[CUT TO PEREZ]: Schumacher

[CUT TO GASLY]: Senna

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: Schumacher

[CUT TO STROLL]: Senna

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Senna

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: Senna

[CUT TO OCON]: Senna

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: Stewart

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Sainz

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Sainz

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Sainz

Producer: He drove for your team

[CUT TO LECLERC LAUGHING]: Sainz

Daisy: Well, since I can't say myself, Senna

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Producer: 'T'

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN:T

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: T

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Teee

[CUT TO LECLERC]:

[CUT TO TSUNODA: T

[CUT TO STROLL]:

[CUT TO PEREZ]: T T T

[CUT TO OCON]:

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: T I don't know...

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Pass

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN AGAIN]: No

[CUT TO SAINZ]: It's so difficult this game

[CUT TO STROLL]: I dunno

Producer: The most recent T was Yarno Trulli but it was quite a long time ago

[CUT TO GASLY]: Trulli

[CUT TO LECLERC]:

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]:Tambay

Daisy:: Taruffi

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Tambay

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Producer: 'V'

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Vettel

[CUT TO HULKENBERG]: V, Villeneuve

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: Villeneuve

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Villeneuve

[CUT TO GASLY]: V, V

[CUT TO OCON]: Hmmm

[CUT TO BOTTAS, SAINZ, SARGEANT, LECLERC, ALONSO]: Verstappen

[CUT TO VERSTAPPEN]: myself

Daisy: Vettel

[CUT TO GASLY]: Verstappen

[CUT TO OCON]: Oh my god..Verstappen

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Producer: 'W'

[CUT TO PIASTRI]: W...

[CUT TO SARGEANT]: W,W,W

[CUT TO ALONSO]: Pass

[CUT TO LECLERC]: I don't know any

Producer:...Australian

[CUT TO TSUNODA]: Australian...W

[CUT TO OCON]: William?

[CUT TO BOTTAS]: Webber

[CUT TO SAINZ]: Webber

[CUT TO A FRAZZLED OSCAR PIASTRI]:W, Webber!

Daisy: Multi 21 Mark Webber

[CUT BACK TO OCON]: Webber

[CUT TO MAGNUSSON]: Watson

[CUT TO GASLY]: Uhh

[CUT TO TSUNODA]:I don't know

☆

OUT OF TIME

ROUND ONE RESULTS

Daisy Shaw     Porsche    20 points

Carlos Sainz    Ferrari        16 points

Kevin Magnusson    Haas     14 points

Pierre Gasly     Alpine          14 points

Logan Sargeant          Williams 13 points

Esteban Ocon     Alpine            12 points

Charles Leclerc Ferrari         12 points

Oscar Piastri    Mclaren          11 points

Alex Albon    Williams         10 points

Lance Stroll    Aston Martin          10 points

The cameras stopped rolling once they had made their way through every letter and Daisy was dismissed by the media team. Saying a quick goodbye to everyone Daisy headed out before they changed their mind and asked her to refilm something they weren't fully satisfied with. Crossing media duties off of her mental to-do list, Daisy made a beeline for the simulator.

Settling into the seat Daisy felt herself wake up. There was something about getting behind a wheel whether it was for a race or just in the sim that put her on full alert and could snap her out of her otherwise sleepy demeanour.

Back in Australia the engineers had briefed her on a new upgrade they were looking for her to test so that if it improved performance, it could be implemented ideally before Baku but if that wasn't possible they would definitely be ready for Miami with it. Daisy had been a little surprised at the talk of upgrades when they were barely three races into the season but if it improved her chances of making it to the podium, she'd accept them with open arms.

It was a modification to their rear wing design. Daisy had been told that it was aiming at improving their aerodynamic efficiency and downforce generation and that had lead to her going on a rant to the engineers with further questions. She was sure they must be sick of her yapping all the time. After all she was there to drive, not work on the cars to the same extent like them but Daisy believed knowing the car as in depth as she did was a unique advantage she possessed.

Without sounding like too much of a diss to Daniel, Daisy hadn't seen him having a nerdy freak out over corner grip and the potential stability improvements to the car in the high speed sectors like she did, although she sincerely doubted anyone else on the grid got as excited about little discussions like that as much as she did.

The simulator came to life once Daisy kick started it, the high definition screen transporting her to the circuit in Baku. Ideally they'd have this upgrade in time to help them keep up the pace at the high speed circuit full of tight corners. If it worked as well as they were all hoping it did, there'd be another chance at fighting for a podium, maybe even a win to compensate for the one she just lost.

With the new rear wing configuration loaded into the simulator, Daisy gripped the steering wheel and began her test runs on Baku. Pushing  the car to its limits, she feels the subtle changes in handling and stability introduced by the upgraded wing.

As she navigated the virtual track, Daisy's focus was unwavering, her years of experience in the cockpit guiding her every move. The upgraded components responded to her inputs with precision, and she could feel the subtle improvements in handling and performance with each lap.

The engineers monitored her progress from their stations, analysing the data streaming in real-time. Daisy's feedback was invaluable as she provided insights into how the upgrade affected the car's dynamics and overall behaviour on the track.

Despite the controlled environment of the simulator, Daisy approached each corner with the same intensity and determination as she would on race day. Lap after lap, she pushed the limits of the car, exploring its capabilities and fine-tuning her driving technique to maximize its potential.

After several test runs and adjustments to fine-tune the wing settings, Daisy completes her evaluation of the upgrade. The engineering team gathers around the simulator, discussing the data and Daisy's feedback to determine whether the new rear wing meets their performance targets.

Daisy was about to join them to take a look at the raw data for herself as well because everything had felt so promising as she was driving but that hope was promptly ripped away from her as the unmistakable figure of Klaus Muller appeared in the doorframe.

If you asked her back in Jeddah Daisy would have nothing but positive things to say on her team principal. She'd always appreciate the gamble he took in signing her because she knew it had ruffled a lot of feathers in the paddock that a rookie team was bringing in a rookie driver, and not just any rookie - a girl. He'd faced a lot of heat and pressure for his decisions but Daisy had never not felt valued at the team. Up until last week when she was clearly sabotaged just to placate the other driver.

"Daisy," he called loudly "we need to talk."

Even his voice was irritating her in that moment and to be honest she didn't want to hear the half arsed excuses from him. So much so that she gave him a response that would definitely have Stella ripping her hair out if she heard it. "No we don't Klaus. You need to talk to me but I have absolutely nothing to say to you."

"Look Daisy," he sighed "it was for the good of the team and for Daniel's morale. Getting him a podium at his home race worked wonders."

Daisy actually saw red when those words left his mouth and even though she knew it was probably going to across as bratty and self cantered she couldn't help herself in giving him a snappy reply "and what about me Klaus? Would getting my first win not have been even better for the team? Screw that! Would a fucking double podium not have been a dream for everyone? Yeah it would, but I guess we'll never know for sure since you were clearly so unconfident in Daniel keeping the podium that I had to play second fiddle to him for the end of that race. I'm more of a fool I suppose since I followed the stupid orders but I'm telling you now it's not going to happen again. I'm not a second driver Klaus, I don't care how long he's been in the sport or how badly you want him to succeed."

Klaus Müller didn't get visibly angry often. He carried more of a quiet authority and rarely raised his voice but there he was standing in front of Daisy, face tinted red and bordering on shouting "It's a team effort Daisy. You'll follow the instructions or you can find yourself another seat for next year."

She scoffed at that "if it was a team effort both of us would have been treated equally, forcing me to stay back so you can favour Daniel is nothing but selfish so don't try say I don't care about the team. And Klaus, you might be saying that a threat but I fucking promise you that I will find a better seat if this happens again. I'm sure plenty of teams would be dying to crown the first female world champion."

"Careful Daisy," he scowled "you'll have to win a race first for that to happen."

Clenching her fists Daisy sneered at him "and whose fault is that? Oh wait! It's yours. Get fucked Klaus."

Turning on her heels for the exit Daisy stomped out of the room, ignoring the calls from team principal. Perhaps starting an argument with him wasn't the wisest of moves considering he could literally fire her or not resign her for the following season but Daisy was so annoyed by her win getting snatched away from her for a singular third place finish. They traded a win for mediocrity!

Immediately Daisy paced through the corridors to get to the main entrance so she could leave. She physically couldn't spend another minute in the factory or else she'd punch a hole in the wall, or Klaus' face. Whichever was closer.

With her seat possibly in risk after her little blow-up with Klaus, of course she didn't know for certain how personally he'd take it and if he was fully serious with his threat, she figured she should definitely text Jenson to start formulating a back up plan if that did happen. She could practically picture the man's hair greying at the text she sent to him - what could she say. She loved the drama.

messages!

daisy heyyyy bestie🥰

jenson what did you do

daisy woah

not you immediately assuming i'm the problem

jenson am i wrong though?

daisy eh it's debatable

he had it coming🤷‍♀️

jenson you're actually going to be the reason i go grey daisy

daisy now that's just uncalled for

i'm a little angel jense

but i might have had a proper go at klaus...

jenson not gonna lie i was expecting worse from you

like it's not ideal but I'm not saying you weren't justified and that he didn't have it coming after that shitshow

daisy YES KING‼️

supporting women's rights and wrongs

as you should

jenson my husband is literally a war criminal it comes with the territory

daisy HUSBAND??

not you calling fernando your husband yourself🤭

that's my job old man

get up! your mancrush is sooo embarrassing

jenson sometimes i wonder how much easier my life would if i managed literally anyone else on the grid

daisy lying isn't a good luck on you jense

you know you love me and the drama is a little bonus! you'd be bored out your mind if you were working with anyone else

jenson whatever you want to think daisy

on a serious note though don't worry about klaus, i'll talk to him and if things are similar next race we'll start reaching out to other teams for next year

daisy thanks dad😌✨

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loading new message...

unknown number so how about that coffee

daisy logan?

unknown in the flesh

well not really but yk what i mean

unless you were expecting someone else? then this is really awkward

daisy nope :) i don't usually give my number out

unknown number CHANGED TO logan

logan you're in the drivers chat though..

daisy with a different number💀

they use it way too much

this is my personal :)

logan woah should i be honoured to have THE daisy shaw's number

daisy definitely, it's only for pretty boys

logan consider me very honoured then🤭

daisy baku? i'm flying in early on the tuesday

logan same!! see you there :)

[bayoubodycount]

FANDOM: Interview with the Vampire

Title: A Mouse in Newcastle

Rated: M

Word Count: 1,548

Ship: Devil's Minion

Characters: Daniel Molloy, Armand

Warnings: none

Tags: Canon compliant, during the global chase era, exhausted Daniel, pissed off Daniel, clothed aex, biting/marking, taunts, kissing, groping, frotting sesh on church grounds, surprised Armand, temporary rest is granted, Daniel learns something about Armand, Daniel whump

Summary: August, 1974. One year into the global chase with Armand, Daniel finds himself in Newcastle, UK. Certain his number's up, he decides the quiet grounds of Saint Mary's along the river Tyne is a good place to die. So, why isn't he?

Kinktober 2024 Day 3 prompt: Clothed Sex combined with Day 9 prompt: Outdoor/Public and Day 11 prompt: Biting/Marking

@vampirefest @toxicgaysource

[new-berry]

Instead of reading my 37 open tabs I thought I would share a short fic with you. So NSFW. M/F and implied M/F/M Anthony / Kieran / Charlotte work of fiction untrue etc etc

In case you don’t follow her Instagram here is Charlotte. You know what the other two look like by now. Also this is about porn. Not spelling. Although I did go back and fix a few bits which messed with the formatting a touch. Just look at Charlotte! It’s fine!

“Who’s that?” Cole obnoxiously crunches a peppermint right in Anthony’s ear. It makes his breath almost spicy as it blows past Anthony’s nose.

“Get off.” Anthony shrugs his shoulder but it only half dislodges Cole from his determined perch with his chin on Anthony. “It’s from Kieran.” He finally says when Cole gets bored of waiting to be answered and starts to poke him in the side. “You have bony fingers.”

“I don’t get nagging messages from my Captain. What did you do wrong? Cole looks down; “want a mint?”

“I’ve never done a thing wrong in my life.” Anthony says in his best attempt at a posh voice to make Cole laugh. “And Jamaal’s the club captain,” Anthony tells him, eyes on the text: C has a message for you. Check your emails after training. “But yeah. Gimmie one.”

They are incredibly hot and just about make his eyes water, Cole makes fun of him the whole session.

Anthony doesn’t think about Kieran’s message. He’s helped by the training and the media duties and catching up with people he normally plays against. When he closes the door to his room the text slides into the front of his mind finally taking centre stage.

He checks the door is locked, then checks again just in case, then he feels like an idiot and opens his emails leaning against the door.

There is spam and England team messages and seeing them sends a burn of excitement through him still, and four down: char-t123 has shared a movie with you.

Anthony checks the lock again and walks over to the bed, then for good measure pulls the curtains closed like anyone could see in on the this floor.

He texts “be there in 20.” So E and Cole don’t bother him, mutes alerts and kicks his shoes off as he climbs on the bed.

The screen is a still shot of someone’s back in a dimly lit room while the movie downloads, and then it starts. It’s five minutes and thirty seconds long. When it begins a man’s voice picks half way through a sentence “…here gorgeous.”

The person in front of the camera, probably a phone Anthony thinks, eyes intent on the screen walks forward. It’s a she, in a black and white Newcastle strip with Gordon and number 10 on the back.

All the blood from his brain to his fingertips goes straight to Anthony’s cock. The woman has red hair and the shirt must be a kids size or cut off because it’s sitting above her naked backside. It’s a great backside, and Anthony knows it from memory and touch.

Her ass sways as she walks forward. She pauses for a moment and moves to the side. The angle of the phone shows someone laying on the bed, leg’s bent at the knee and he’s stroking his cock. His face isn’t visible.

Anthony scrambles his clothes off, eyes fixed on his phone, he’s not going to wank off on the three lions on his first day at St George’s.

The woman puts her hands up to pulls her her hair out of the way, to show off his name and the line of her neck and she lets her hair tumble out of her fingers.

It brushes the O and R of his name. Her movement pulls the shirt higher up and her ass is sort of glistening, she teases taking the shirt off, inching it up her side, turning her hip to the camera showing off the curve of her stomach, but with her chin tilted up so her face can’t be seen.

It’s dragged up her side slow, showing the bottom of her breast and the silky looking white skin of her side. Anthony sucks his lips in, bitting them closed, breathing harder through his nose, jerking himself off hard. He spits down on his fingers to make the glide of his hand smoother.

“Leave it on.” The man on the bed says and the red haired woman drops the shirt down. Anthony isn’t sure if it’s his hand in his cock or the other man’s making the slick dirty sounds but he wonders for a moment if he can turn the sound up but decides against it. There are a couple of rooms past his on this floor.

The woman puts one knee on the bed, her red hair hitting the top of her shoulders, and Anthony chokes down a moan, one knee on the bed and her wet pussy with a few brown curls is showing, slick and ready for someone’s mouth or cock, but it also shows off the green jewel from the plug in her ass.

Anthony can feel his mouth drop open as she crawls slowly up the bed, legs spread to show how wet and ready she is.

The other man shuffles down the bed a little and Anthony can see his cock where it slides into the redhead’s pussy. There is the wet soft sound of them kissing. Then she sits up a little to rock back and forward slowly. One of the man’s hands, with a hint of tattoos at the wrist, reaches around to tug the plug slowly out of her ass. When he pushes it back in Anthony’s number twists on her as she arches her back, sending her hair tumbling around his name as she moans low and dirty.

“You need someone else here to fill you up.” The man says and she agrees high and breathy, still shifting backwards and forwards as the plug is worked on and out of her ass slowly.

The video ends and Anthony scrolls back to her crawling in the bed, his name picked out in red, her wet cunt and the shiny lube on her bum where the plug has been worked into her.

He watches her walk in her knees to the waiting man two more times before he’s coming over his fist and gasping in the empty room.

“Fuuuuuck.” Anthony lays back for a minute quickly checking the time and stumbling off to wash his hands.

In the elevator to meet for dinner he sends a message back to Kieran. “I’ll thank C in person.” He wants to send an emoji of a tongue but he can’t guarantee Cole won’t snoop on his phone again. He has no luck putting the video out of his mind at dinner. But it’s all right if he’s quiet he’s the new guy here.

[hoodienanami]

a picture of style icon and original punk Jordan taken by Jane England sometime during the late 70s

Jordan was quite devoted to her job at pre-fame Vivienne Westwood’s King’s Road boutique SEX (aka Seditionaries) and would often refuse to sell to anyone that she thought didnt understand the political meaning behind the clothes

Some people would come in the shop and just want to grab something because they had money and I would say to people, ‘You can’t buy that. You shouldn’t buy that, it’s not for you’. Vivienne and Malcolm and I were very clear about that and we used to do it quite a bit. We’d really talk to people about why they wanted to buy something and did they think it looked good on them, then why? Essentially we wanted to know why they were really buying it. There was a clear ideology behind these clothes, which is why we were so strict about it. I wasn’t prepared to sell things that looked awful on people just because they had the money to buy it. It would have been bastardizing something beautiful just for the money. The clothes were really like works of art to me, to be cherished and taken care off. For instance, there were these incredible A-line skirts that I loved wearing the rubber suited the shape so well. It was a kind of legitimizing of latex and not wearing it just because it was latex but it was a beautiful fashion item. And it wasn’t only the latex stuff. Having said that I did once have a skirt that literally melted off me! - Jordan

but that didnt mean Jordan was heartless towards young punkers who werent up to date on their Situationist texts or didnt have enough dosh to afford anything

Sometimes people would say things like, ‘I’ve come down from Newcastle and I deserve these trousers and I want them’. If people stood their ground with me then fair enough. I really don’t believe in giving things away. People have to work hard to be a genius, to make things like that, as Vivienne did. It’s not to be given away – it becomes meaningless if it is. But there’s been endless stories of me being kind to people in the shop when I worked at SEX, which is interesting because I had a reputation as being rather dour and unapproachable, and very much a dominatrix type of a person. There were also instances in which, if someone didn’t have enough money, I’d let them have some money off or even give them something under the table. […] I think that punk is an attitude and if punk teaches us anything, it’s not to point the finger at anybody, and it’s to include people, and it’s to include the sexes as equals, and it’s to make people feel that those who are feeling like they’re outsiders feel comfortable. - Jordan

[theresa-of-liechtenstein]

art by em year in review 2023!

for the fourth time, i present to you a selection of the art i did this year! this definitely was the Year of Understanding Procreate, and i think it paid off. as usual, reflections under the cut.

january: i saw @malcolm-f-tucker tag a picture of abigail thaw with a comment about a theresa faceclaim and it left no survivors, i.e. i decided that theresa should have greying hair and did not look back. this was from when i was still trying to figure out what brush to use for lineart in procreate. luckily i had learned my lesson from the sketchbook learning curve and realized that what i liked for lineart would most likely be in the pencil section. however i wasn’t a huge fan of the brush i used in this one, so i didn’t use it again. instead, for later pieces, i decided to customize the 6b pencil brush to my liking, and…

february: …this came out of it! this is still one of my favorite things i have ever drawn, and it’s my favorite thing i’ve drawn yet for herc and linda. this piece really convinced me to use overlay layers more in my art, and the amount of detail i managed to capture in this one still amazes me now. and before anyone asks, yes, they are doing specific things in the startup procedure for an airbus a320-family aircraft, except linda is doing things off the CM1 checklist and herc is doing something off the CM2 checklist, which i learned later is not really something that is done. let’s just say herc is not the tightest stickler to convention.

march: one half of an intended two pieces centered around the f1 au (which, regrettably, i have yet to continue… i just reread what little of the second part is on ao3 and god, it slaps actually, i really need to continue it so bad) depicting a pivotal scene from around the outside, where theresa and linda decide to put aside a childhood feud at the top of the banked curve at monza. at sunset. on theresa’s birthday. i know, very meaningful, incredibly homoerotic. read the fic to see how well that turns out!

april: i always knew i wanted to redraw the first filipino!hercolyn thing i did back in 2020, the one that completely solidified in my mind the notion that These Characters Are Filipino, Actually, and when i got comfortable in procreate i quickly jumped on that. (if you notice, a lot of the stuff i did this year were redraws of old pieces i really liked but wasn’t fully satisfied with.) of course i wanted to draw them in the traditional clothes in my parents’ and grandparents’ wedding pictures. the implication of this being, of course, that this is the soft shoe shuffle wedding. i have a fic planned centered around that, from douglas’ perspective. now that grad school apps are basically done, if my honors thesis doesn’t kick me too hard, i’d love to get on that as soon as i can.

may: YOU JUST GOT COLINED! SEND THIS TO A FRIEND TO TOTALLY COLIN THEM! ah, colin fairbairn: the figure whose presence haunts all of newcastle but is never actually. named. (much to the chagrin of a lot of people who genuinely thought linda’s dad was named colin bc i Wouldn’t Shut Up About It) i just love him so much and i love this piece, i wanted to depict the wistfulness of an older colin whose airline is on the verge of collapse, who has been secure in his job as chief pilot of air cal, who looks out over glasgow airport (that’s glasgow’s runway in the background) and wonders if it’s time to put himself out to pasture. wondering what he could have done differently. it’s okay bby. there’s no way that you could have prevented this. but he’d never believe it. he’s too duty bound. he lives in my head rent free.

june: another redraw, this time of a piece from 2021. i was so happy with this one, and i am very happy with it still! everything about the older piece i loved was improved massively by this redraw: the poses, the proportions, the line work, the coloring. honestly, just thinking about the two of them just existing in the airport, overlooked by bustling passengers, just part of the landscape, but having such a rich history and relationship between them… it’s something i think about a lot and i love it.

july: this comprises the third part of an unofficial trilogy of drawings i did centered around douglas/martin/theresa. in each one, i centered a different member of the ot3: i did one centering martin last year, one centering douglas in the spring, and this one centers theresa between douglas and martin. i really enjoy how i did the expressions in this one: martin, looking out toward the planes; theresa, following his gaze, eager to share in the passion they both have; and douglas, looking down at both of them (yeah i think they’re both shorter than him. i think it’s cute). i feel like when i draw these three, where they look and how they look is very important to me.

august: can you believe before this point i had never drawn herc and douglas together? yeah, me too. anyway, them 🤍 i’ve literally only ever drawn them as older men so trying to draw them younger was. lowkey kind of hard. i’m hoping to revisit air england herc and douglas in the future, especially since i didn’t intend for this to be anything more than a quick bit due to those bisexual divorcee brackets (which i don’t know what became of them in the end except that douglas got through and herc didn’t, lmao)

september: unposted self-portrait done as a part of my aerospace fellowship application i wound up getting rejected from because they required me to do a creative component. not much to say here. anyways.

october: yet another redraw, this time of a portrait of herc, carolyn, linda, and arthur i did a year prior, in october of 2022. i like to think that lfeu!herc carries pictures of linda, arthur, and carolyn in his wallet: he had never wanted to be the family man for most of his life, but in his new life, this new form, he can play it well. something about the coloring seems a little off to me: i think i may have to go in and adjust arthur’s skin tone because i think it doesn’t look 100% right. but i love this one too. i hemmed and hawed for ages over what they should be wearing but in the end i put them in what they’d wear for work bc i couldn’t think anymore. but it turned out super cute and i think it emphasizes what brought the four of them together in the first place: aviation.

november: a cute little doodle of young!colin with baby linda, from a bigger piece. something i generally feel like i’ve gotten stronger with this year has been drawing a larger variety of poses. i discovered that procreate allows you to import reference images in a smaller window that can be very easily dragged around and resized, which was a massive improvement over my previous strategy with sketchbook, which had been to import reference images as their own layers. often, moving it around or resizing reference images resulted in some loss of quality. anyways there’s something just so tender about colin and linda and i love to revisit them.

december: last but not least, we finish off the way we started, with theresa (and an added douglas lol). and boy, how different does december look from january? granted, it’s a different angle, but i personally think there is so much more dimension at the end of the year compared to the beginning. i was less afraid of using overlays to enhance the coloring. and the brush i wound up settling on for lineart really ended up serving me well this whole year, culminating in this piece. not much to say on this one, i like it a lot :)

overall thoughts: i didn’t think i drew as much as i wanted to this year, but looking back i still think i made really good progress and improved a lot from last year, so i’m still happy. definitely want to draw more next year, explore new subjects, and maybe work on redrawing more pieces from previous years because those projects have been very fun to undertake.

once again i want to say a big thank you to everyone who’s ever shared or commented or left a like on anything i’ve drawn: it will have been 10 years next year since the end of the show i primarily create fanwork for, and to still have people out there who like what i do is such a gift. yes i create for myself, but i do also like receiving feedback from others and sharing it with others, so thank you thank you thank you. and happiest of new years to all :)

[glowyjellyfish]

Narniapocalypse Set-Up Part One

...this is not gonna be anywhere near as lengthy as setting up the Megakingdom or my Build A City Through Time Founding Pleasantview hood, but there's a little set-up involved. I decided to kill off all the adults just so the kids can be traumatized, and organized the kids into 7 households of 6-10 sims each. I couldn't stop Samantha Ottomas from giving birth instantly--even if I killed her, she still insisted on giving birth before dying. So I gave up and now have infant Ottomas twins added to my hood, which is slightly annoying. Had I known this would happen, I would have made Pascal, Brandi, and Ana Patel give birth before dying, too, if only for the variety, but whatever.

Behold, the DeBateau household, consisting of the premade teens, children, and toddlers from Belladonna Cove. (I always play the Newsons in BDC, but they have their own household.) The idea here is that the kids found this cluster of abandoned farmhouses they're using for shelter--and any kids whose clothing has been ruined by default replacements is gonna use rags they found inside. They'll have to buy new outfits from a merchant or else make their own in the future. I feel like I may have made this one too nice, even though it has no floor (only terrain paint) and not enough beds. I have calculated secondary aspirations and traits for all the kids, and I'm going to have to adjust their ages manually since Neighborhood Age Correct doesn't appear to be cooperating. Let's see, I'm going to use the rule that they can't place a well until somebody strikes water while digging, and they have to be able to afford it. I might make them pay for it in blocks of stone, too, to imply they ha to build it.

Each abandoned farmhouse lot is going to have one Giving Tree and several berry bushes of the same type. All other foragable/harvestable goods must be dug up or harvested from the Woods before a sim can plant it at home. It's also going to take these kids a while to figure out hunting/trapping, but I haven't thought up any particular requirements for that yet. Livestock will have to be purchased from a merchant.

And of course, none of these kids will get to go to college. The nearby Elf Kingom--where the Elven High King who demands tribute (aka taxes) lives--has several universities that will be happy to accept qualified students who can pay the fees, but that's probably not going to be possible for a generation or so. There's a Royal Academy for royalty and nobility; a wizard college for supernatural sims; a religious college that requires graduates perform service for the church; and a bardic college with high creativity requirements. In practice, these are just going to be themed dorms within one large college, and whenever my city works its way up the Medieval Charter ladder enough, I'll build a local college that may be less specialized.

I would like to tell a proper story with this hood, but I do worry that might make it too much effort to play. Right now, I couldn't start actually playing because I couldn't find the Institution Sign and I need that to prevent the school bus from coming. Hopefully I have what I need now.

The hood itself is called Newcastle, but let's face it, Narniapolcalypse is far more memorable and fun.

[musicblogwales]

Chroma - 'I Wanna Be Where You Are'

Pontypridd, Wales bi-lingual alt-rock trio CHROMA are pleased to reveal the official video for their new single ‘I Wanna Be Where You Are’ out now via Alcopop! Records. The news comes ahead of a huge support slot with Foo Fighters for the band this week, and they also support Newport comedy hip hop troupe Goldie Lookin Chain on their forthcoming 2024 headline dates later this year, with limited tickets remaining. The track is the latest to be taken from the band’s gigantic Alcopop! Records 2023 debut album Ask For Angela. Commenting on the single, vocalist Katie Hall said: "This song is about limerence. It’s a new word I’ve learnt from the Lalala Let Me Explain podcast. It means to be emotionally and romantically infatuated with someone. It’s like when you have an intense crush on someone who’s not good for you. It’s not necessarily because they're a bad person, it’s because you’re in a bad place so you try to mask your problems with love.  In an age of modern technology, love and dating seems disposable. When I fall into limerence it’s usually because I feel lonely. I think it’s something a lot of people go through. We wanted to write a punk song about turbulent love that people could maybe relate to." The track comes with an official music video directed by Ren Faulkner, with artistic direction from the band's Katie Hall, movement director Bronwen Wilson Rashard, hair and makeup by Yasmine Davies, featuring model Emily Koko, styling by Alaw Griffiths and clothes by Rosie Evans. “One of the coolest things about being in a band is being able to creatively direct your own music video,” says Hall of the challenge. “The idea for ‘I Wanna Be Where You Are’ came from a hinge date I went on in Port Talbot. I’ve always been fascinated by the steel works every time we drove past that area as a kid, and it’s been on my music video bucket list.” “On the date we chatted a lot about the steelworks closing. It’s an estimated 20,000 jobs in the area. It’s hard to think of the pressure this puts families under during a cost of living crisis. I think Port Talbot is lush, the people and the place. The video also features Welsh designer Rosie Evans' clothes. I love Rosie’s work, and it’s been a dream of mine for some time to wear one of her corsets.” Recorded at Giant Wafer Studios, Llanbadarn Fynydd in the heart of Wales, CHROMA’s much lauded debut was produced and mixed by Steffan Pringle (Adwaith, Future of the Left, Boy Azooga) and mastered by Tom Langrish at E1 Mastering (IDLES, Fontaines D.C, DITZ) in London. The band recently presented an episode of S4C’s returning TV series Curadur, with Hall inviting some of her favourite bands and artists to join her Clwb Cysgu Cwl (Sleepover Club). Featuring performances from The Joy Formidable, Panic Shack and of course Chroma, the episode is available on catch-up via BBC iPlayer and S4C Clic. Riding high on a run of packed shows at SXSW Festival, FOCUS Wales, and a support slot with The Mysterines, the band announced their signing to Alcopop! Records in early 2023 and were recently hand-picked to support legendary US rockers Foo Fighters at Old Trafford Cricket Ground, Manchester on 15th June 2024 alongside Courtney Barnett. They also played further shows alongside Bob Vylan and more. The trio have just been announced as one of the latest patrons of the Music Venue Trust, and will support the work of the charity in sharing the importance of Grassroots Music Venues and their crucial role in the music industry's ecosystem. 2024 UK Live Dates:

SOLD OUT - MANCHESTER - Gorilla * SOLD OUT - PRESTON - The Ferret * 19 Sep - NORWICH - Epic Studios * SOLD OUT - NOTTINGHAM - Metronome * 19 Oct - NEWCASTLE - The Cluny * SOLD OUT - GLOUCESTER - Guildhall * 02 Nov - BRISTOL - SW * SOLD OUT - NARBERTH - Queens Hall * SOLD OUT - BIRMINGHAM - Hare & Hounds * 09 Nov - SWANSEA - Sin City * 16 Nov - LONDON - Electric Ballroom * SOLD OUT - BIRKENHEAD - Future Yard * SOLD OUT - NEWPORT - Corn Exchange * SOLD OUT - NEWPORT - Corn Exchange * * w/ Goldie Lookin Chain

[yellowkitkieran]

Rumors (Kieran Tierney)

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Summary: Kieran doesn’t tell you about his set-in-stone transfer to Newcastle and you can’t trust him.

Kieran Tierney set to leave Arsenal- exclusive interviews reveal all

To be honest, you aren't sure you remember where you read it from first. You've dived deep into the dredges of the football tabloids, the rabbit hole swallowing you up without a second thought. The deeper you go, the darker it gets, and the harder it becomes to read articles as tears blur your vision. 

Arsenal's next captain? More like their next sale

Your worst fears are coming to fruition. Everything you've worked for, gone. Your entire future, that family you thought you'd planned with the love of your life? Gone up in smoke over the course of an hour as you find credible sources that back up the sketchy claims you'd stumbled across.

It hurts more this way, finding out second hand, than hearing it all from Kieran's own mouth.

Say goodbye to London- Newcastle comes knocking for Arsenal's talented bench

Each word hits you like a stone. Kieran hasn't mentioned a word of this to you. Up until an hour ago, as far as you knew Kieran was set to renew his contract with the gunners for at least another season. Just last week, Kieran came home bouncing on his toes over how well talks had gone at the club. Now, you have every reason to believe it had all just been an act. 

From the beginning, Kieran has ensured that honesty is the cornerstone of your relationship. After a history of exes that left you in the dark, Kieran was a breath of fresh air. He always communicates and includes you in planning his time. Hell, if he was ten minutes late coming home from training, he’d send you a text to let you know he was behind so you didn’t worry. 

You find yourself asking again and again what has fundamentally changed that he would keep this from you. Are you not good enough anymore? Does he not want to stay in London to be close to you? You can't up and move, your job doesn't allow for that sort of flexibility. And you've spoken about your desire to help provide for your future family; you don't want to rely on Kieran for everything. When you landed your dream position he was over the moon for you- was that an act as well? Everything you've worked towards, all for nothing.

"Ohhhh my darlinggggg! Your lover boy is home-" Kieran stops short when he sees you curled up on the sofa, his smile fading as he takes in your red-rimmed eyes and splotchy skin. "Sweetheart? What's wrong?"

"You tell me." Your voice is rough and foreign to your own ears. Makes sense, considering how raw your throat is. You’re surprised you can get any words out at all; the tightness in your chest only gets worse now that Kieran is standing in front of you. 

Visually, he isn’t any different than he was a few hours ago when he left. Sure, his hair is washed and he’s changed his clothes, but that’s standard after a training day. But looking at him now, you feel as if you don’t know the man in front of you. It sickens you to think that he would deliberately keep something this life changing from you. 

Kieran shakes his head, immediately coming over and sitting at your feet. You pull your knees to your chest, not wanting him to touch you for fear that you'll crumble. "I dinnae understand- I have no idea what's happened? Please tell me my love, what's got you so worked up?"

While Kieran's voice is soft, you can't help wondering if he already knows the answer. How can he not? Did he really think he could not say a word about a move and keep you from finding out until he was gone? If he did, he severely underestimated you. 

"You're leaving, that's what's wrong." You spit the words like venom, wishing to wound him as painfully as he's wounded you by keeping secrets. "You didn't even think to tell me? Newcastle?! Fucking six hours away- you didn't wanna tell me?" You're angry, not thinking rationally as your vision clouds with hot tears. "Fuck you, Kieran. Honestly, fuck you! How could you?"

Kieran rakes a shaky hand through his hair. He rocks back on his heels, wounded and reeling. "I was gonna tell you-"

"When?! The day you pack up and move?" You're desperate now, on your feet and looming over him. You can't see straight. A storm has been brewing for hours and you're ready to explode. 

"Nothing is set in stone yet," he says as if it will help. It doesn't matter though, the damage is done. He stretches a hand towards you but you step out of his reach, his fingers closing helplessly around air. "Mo ghràdh, I didn't want you to be worried before I knew it was for sure."

You shake your head, needing a second to detach. The nickname you used to cherish lands hollow now, sounding like an insult instead of a sweet reminder of his love. "Don't you dare call me that name. Don't try being kind now when you've broken my heart, Kieran Tierney." His face crumbles but you can't bring yourself to care. He's hurt you more than your cold tone could hurt him. "How dare you keep this from me! Did you think I was too fragile or weak to handle this? Did you think I'd pack up and leave at the first sign of something going wrong? We planned our future!"

"And that future didn't include me going to a smaller team like Newcastle!" 

The room falls silent in the wake of Kieran's outburst. Finally, some emotion from him that isn't shame. Something you can latch onto and run with. Proof that this is killing him the same way it is killing you. 

"Do you truly think so little of me," you start in a dangerously even voice, "that you think I wouldn't love you if you left Arsenal? Do you think a paycheck, that any of this-" you gesture to the house around you, decorated with expensive curtains and fancy decor you paid someone to pick out- "matters more to me than my love for you? That if we had to pack up and move to an apartment, I wouldn't love you anymore?"

"That's not at all what I'm saying." Desperation creeps into Kieran's voice as he begins to pace, trainers scuffing on the hardwood every few steps. "I'm saying that I dinnae want to worry you if something isn't serious? Sure, it's been in the works for a month or so-" your stomach sinks, expression souring but Kieran doesn't notice- "but I thought I had more time. I was going to tell you over dinner tonight, because Arteta said-"

"Arteta said what? What did he say exactly," you interrupt, aware of how childish you're being but not possessing a care in the world. Your fingers tingle from how hard you grip your phone, the weight of Kieran's betrayal causing you to shake with rage. 

Kieran has the audacity to let his shoulders fall, as if he's pained by what he's about to say. "Arteta said that they're likely to sell me. He told me he wants me to develop more and maybe one day come home, but he doesn't want me wasting away on a bench. I'd get playtime at Newcastle," Kieran notes with hope, thinking that might soothe things over like putting a plaster on a scraped knee. "They'd make me a regular starter. It's all in my contract."

Your laugh comes out as shrill as nails on a chalkboard. "Oh, regular playtime yeah? Starting every game, huh? Well that's good, cause without me around you'll need to keep yourself busy." 

The house falls silent. A spring cold snap presses at the windows, but even the heating doesn't dare break the quiet. You stare hard at Kieran, hoping he finally understands how badly he's hurt you. 

"You- what? What do you mean, without you around? You don't mean… you're not breaking up with me." He says it as a statement, like he has the power to trap you here and not let you leave. 

"I need a break Kieran, that's what I mean. I don't know if I trust you anymore-"

"Because I didn't tell you about a potential move?!" Kieran's laugh is humorless as he rakes a hand through his hair. "Rumors come out every day- am I supposed to inform you each time a club comes asking about me? If I had known it was that big of an issue I would've told you, but I didn't realize you were gonna hate me for keeping it to myself until I knew for sure!"

"Of course it's an issue Kieran! You're moving across the country, who knows when I'll be able to see you- I can't just quit my job and follow you! I'll be stuck here, you'll be there-"

"You're not coming with me?"

Kieran looks as if you've just shattered his dreams. His hands are limp at his sides and his mouth hangs open like a fish as he struggles to find any sort of excuse. But you don't want to hear it. You don't want apologies or sweet words that he has carefully selected to force you to fold. All you've ever wanted is Kieran, in every sense of the word; now, you're not sure you'll ever believe you have all of him again. 

"How am I ever meant to trust you again, Kieran?" Your voice is soft, devoid of the anger it held a few moments ago. You know what you have to do, no matter how much it'll hurt. 

"Because I love you. I didn't think- I was only trying to protect you. Please, just stay and we can work all this out."

"No, Kieran." You shake your head. Kieran steps forward, you step backwards. "I'm sorry, but you did this to yourself. If you had been honest with me from the start, maybe it would've been different."

"Let me talk to Arteta, maybe I don't need to go." He's grasping at straws and you both know it. Nothing can change your mind once it's been made up. "If I stay, would you stay? Please, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for any of this, I swear I was going to tell you tonight."

"I can't let you do that either. This is your career… if Newcastle is going to provide you with the stage you need to succeed, then that's where you need to go. I shouldn't hold you back."

Turning on your heel, you head for the hallway. Kieran follows you upstairs like a lost puppy. He sits on your bed as you pack your most important things into a suitcase, intending to come back at a different time for the rest of it. Each shirt and pair of socks you pack away feels like tearing out a piece of your heart. You go to grab the ratty, faded green celtic shorts you love sleeping in and stop yourself, leaving them in the drawer for Kieran. They're not yours, not anymore. 

"Where will you go," Kieran asks flatly around the gravel in his throat. He's trying so hard not to cry, to ensure the last image you have of him isn't a teary one. 

"Probably to Chloe's. I'll be okay, so you don't need to worry about me. I'll come back for the rest of my things in a couple days, when I've had time to process."

"Okay."

You pause in the doorway, glancing at Kieran over your shoulder. He hangs his head in his hands, his body shaking with the effort of holding back his sobs. 

"I hope you do great at Newcastle," you murmur, unable to leave him with such a sad memory. You smile when he looks up, trying your best to make it warm and sincere. Despite your initial rage and what he probably thinks, you don't want to leave. The problem is, you respect yourself too much to stay in a relationship where your partner clearly doesn't share the same basic values as you do. 

"I love you." 

You sigh, gathering the last bits of your courage to offer Kieran a nod. "I know you do. I love you too. Unfortunately… that's not all I need from a relationship."

Your grip on your bag is tight as you take the steps slowly. You pause at the front door, taking one more look around the house you'd thought of as home for the past year. You'll miss it. You'll miss late night snuggles on the overly firm leather sofa, neither of you watching whatever film you'd put on. You'll miss Kieran's laughter ringing through the kitchen as you try desperately to fix the meal you'd burned. You'll miss sitting on the deck with him on warm summer afternoons on the rare days you both had spare time. 

You'll miss all the memories this house contains, but you'll miss the man living there most. 

[cryley]

source: My Old Man: Tales of Our Fathers by Ted Kessler

MY DAD HAS BEEN FAMOUS LONGER THAN I’VE BEEN ALIVE Tim Healy by Matthew Healy

My name is Matthew Timothy Healy. I was born naked in north London in April 1989. I am told it was quite warm - which has been the case for most of my birthdays. I am an adult now, semi-clothed. My father spent those early years of my life working between England and Australia - back-to-back winters that had deprived him of the sun for almost four years. He told me he remembers my birthday being a bright and memorable time, golden-hued. He currently lives in the house in which I spent most of my childhood. In some ways it exists as a shrine to what once was - our family and what has been achieved. It is a feeling that is comforting and unsettling in equal measure. 

My dad, at five foot seven, a baby-turned-milkboy-turned-welder-turned-comic-turned-actor, was born in the early 1950s to parents Malcolm and Sadie, in Birtley, Newcastle upon Tyne. He lived modestly up north, as a youngster and as a young man, with his brother, John, and their dog, Smartie (a dog that would later come to head-butt my dad in a moment of jestful play, resulting in him losing his bottom row of teeth. John once threw my dad over a wall, with the assumption that the drop on the other side was of equal height to that which he’d just hoisted his little brother over. It wasn’t. He landed right on his head and has had to wear glasses ever since).

He would work between various factories during the day and at night he would pursue his dream of becoming a stand-up comedian. He is a very funny man, my dad, whose charm and passion is articulated through his comedy, and his face exudes a type of warmth that one would expect from a northern English comedic actor. He laughs like Muttley off Wacky Races and whistles inane tunes that have never been heard before, for good reason. 

My dad has been famous longer than I’ve been alive. He was at the height of his fame just before I was born, during Auf Wiedersehen, Pet. My parents being famous was always part of my reality: there are photos of their wedding with a crowd of a thousand people outside looking in, which is what their life has been like. I know nothing different, and it bled into the way I saw myself. My dad was a rags-to-riches character, so as soon as he saw a stem of creativity in me, he knew the importance of nurturing it so that I gained a sense of self. Me being creative was always emotionally, financially endorsed by my dad. 

‘You’re John Lennon,’ he’s say, from the time I was six. He expected me to be a rock star, not in a superficial sense, but A Rock Star. Mark Knopfler from Dire Straits and Brian Johnson from AC/DC would occasionally come around to our house when I was growing up so it always seemed tangible. Rock stars walked among us. Welders, too. Dad has a dichotomy between being a working-class manual worker and a bohemian actor. I remember watching a Michael Jackson video with some of his welder mates when I was a kid and them saying he was from another planet. I thought, Yeah. My planet. 

My parents always taught me that you get the good with the bad. So, if you want to live in a nice house and have nice holidays, then maybe Hello! Might have to come around your nice house or go on your nice holiday to take photos for their magazine. The Daily Mail and the Mirror went in a bit hard on my mum for a while, which was difficult for my dad as he’s not from the tabloid world that comes with being behind the bar at the Rovers Return. He had to deal with a wife who was clinically depressed, being hounded by the tabloids. What does he do to look after his wife? We got through it. And there’s stuff that people don’t know. We found a lot of security in that, knowing that they only knew so much. 

I thought about this a lot when my band was breaking. My mum is on Loose Women. That’s not credible, that’s not cool. My dad is a credible actor but he’s well known too. Am I going to be perceived as an ITV boy-band thing? In the end I had to get over it. You can’t judge musicians by what their parents do. It isn’t going to work. 

There are two things he always said to me, and always after a drink: ‘Be who you want to be.’ And ‘It’s in yer fucking bones, man!’ He empowered me. He acted in awe of me. Not in a sycophantic way, but as if I didn’t need his advice. If I had conviction, it would see me through - and that really rang true. Because I had a middle-class family I could get to twenty years old and still be working it out with the band. 

I didn’t go to university. I worked in a Chinese restaurant, which stressed my mum out. ‘Is this band thing really going to become something?’ she’d ask. 

My dad never questioned it. ‘Leave him alone, man, he’s fucking John Lennon, man.’ He believed in me unquestioningly from the moment I wrote a song called ‘ Robbers’ when I was eighteen. He bought us our first van. He converted the garage into a rehearsal space. His overt passion for us is instilled in our band. When our album went platinum all of the band made sure he got a disc. He’s the band’s dad. 

The character he plays in Benidorm, who rides around on roller skates with a wig on and big boobs, is probably the one he sees the most of himself in. He told me he based it on a combination of Les Dawson and Tommy Cooper, which is my dad incarnate. If people ask me to describe my dad I say, ‘Combine those two. That’s him.’ The slapstick he plays is quite like his real persona. He’s a very, very good actor. It’s not strange to see my dad put on a wig and be someone completely different. When it looks and feels like my dad but there’s something else going on, that’s when it throws me. It’s the subtlety of my dad in the midst of a great performance that can really mess me up. If you’re involved in the physique and the aura and the knowledge of who that person is, when the minutiae of it change it’s quite alarming.

I steal a lot of lighters, which is something coincidentally I’ve stolen from my dad. We’ve stolen everybody’s lighter we’ve ever come into contact with. Superficially, I think I’m more like my mother. I’m quite erratic. I’m passionate and emotionally driven, whereas my dad is more subdued about those things. I think what I’ve got from my dad is my fear of not being proud of myself. Those are the times I’ve seen him at his lowest, when he regrets something he could’ve done, mainly from a creative perspective. I’ve seen him cut himself up over things that I wouldn’t have imagined he’d find that relevant or important. And then I find myself doing the same over a vocal take, or some small detail in a recording, and that’s when I feel him inside me. That’s when I know who I am. 

Matthew Healy is the singer and guitarist with the 1975.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

It's no surprise that King Charles III kept sustainability in mind when choosing what to wear on the day of his coronation.

Considering the monarch's lifelong passion for protecting the environment, it's natural that he would choose to make some eco-friendly sartorial choices.

Eco-friendly or not, the king's coronation day look was far from plain.

Upon arrival and departure, Charles wore two different grand robes, per royal tradition.

During the ceremony, King Charles III reused golden vestments, which have been worn for nearly every coronation since 1821, including the Colobium Sindonis, the Supertunica, the Imperial Mantle, the Coronation Sword Belt, and the Coronation Glove.

Buckingham Palace notes that "it is customary for the Supertunica and the Imperial Mantle to be reused, but the reuse of the other objects were made "in the interests of sustainability and efficiency."

Ahead, we break down the different parts of the king's coronation look.

The Robe of State

This magnificent crimson velvet robe was originally worn during King George VI's 1937 coronation.

It has since been conserved by the Royal School of Needlework and Ede and Ravenscroft.

The Colobium Sindonis

(Latin for "shroud tunic")

📷: via Buzzfeed

This piece appears as a white linen tunic with a collar fastened with a single button, fashioned after a priest's alb.

This particular piece of clothing has a sentimental meaning to Charles, as it was previously worn by his grandfather, George VI, during his 1937 coronation.

The Supertunica

This sleeved gold coat was originally made in 1911 for George V's coronation.

George VI and Queen Elizabeth II subsequently wore it at their own crowning ceremonies.

Though it is a relatively modern piece compared to other coronation regalia, it is designed in the same style as coats from medieval coronations, which is in turn influenced by priestly and religious vestments.

This Supertunica features goldwork techniques and embroidery, which was originally completed in 1911 by the Ladies Work Society.

The Imperial Mantle

Worn over the Supertunica, the Imperial Mantle appears like a robe.

It's composed of cloth of gold, gold, silver and silk thread, silk, gold bullion fringe, and a gold clasp.

Additionally, symbolic shapes cover the surface of the Imperial Mantle, including roses, thistles, shamrocks, crowns, eagles, and fleurs-de-lis.

This piece was originally created for George IV's 1821 coronation.

It is the oldest amongst the coronation vestments.

The Coronation Sword Belt

Also known as the Girdle, the Coronation Sword Belt wraps around the Supertunica, with the Jewelled Sword of Offering then fastened at the monarch's waist.

Traditionally, this piece is made anew for each coronation, but Charles has instead chosen to reuse the same Sword Belt that his grandfather, George VI, wore during his 1937 ceremony.

This one features cloth of gold, red silk, and a gold buckle and clip.

The Coronation Glove

The Coronation Glove, also known as the gauntlet, is worn on the monarch's right hand to hold the Sovereign's Sceptre during the moment he is crowned.

Like the Coronation Sword Belt, Charles chose to reuse the hand piece that his grandfather, George VI, wore during his own coronation in 1937, rather than have one made entirely new.

This piece is made up of white leather and further features gilt metal thread embroidery depicting the national emblems of the Tudor Rose, thistle, shamrock, oak leaves, and acorns.

On the back of the glove's hand, there is an embroidered ducal coronet in red velvet above the coat of arms of the family of the Dukes of Newcastle.

The Robe of Estate

To leave Westminster Abbey, Charles put on this purple silk velvet robe that was, again, once worn by George VI. It includes elegant gold embroidery.

[mimble-sparklepudding]

Munday Ask Meme.

Share your wallpaper: My PC wallpaper is a picture a friend did of me as a teddy bear drinking decaf tea and eating Pringles.

Unfortunately/Fortunately I can't work out how to share that.

My Mobile background is a picture of the Liz Climo Bear (slightly ursine theme apparently). Below Cut for Length.

The last song you listened to: Does Instrumental Music count?

In which case Berlin Song by Ludovico Einaudi because I was feeling maudlin.

Currently reading: I always have about three different books on the go at any one time. Currently it's a history book about the development of empires, a book for work about therapeutic parenting and The Moomins (no really).

Last Movie: Oh blimey, I don't watch many movies. I think I watched A Muppet Christmas Carol in December?

Craving: I am on a diet so currently I am craving All The Food.

What are you wearing right now? Adidas Tracksuit bottoms and a black T-Shirt with a red Superman logo.

How tall are you: 6'4"/ 193.04 cm

Piercings: I have pierced ears, but I'm thinking of taking the rings out. I had some quite nice silver ones, but I had to take them out for a CT Scan and they broke, so now I have some black rings in, but they are a bit big and make me look like a goth pirate.

Tattoos: None. I don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment. Plus I'd like to provide a better canvas.

Glasses? Contacts? I probably do need my eyes checked, but I can see well enough and glasses would be another thing I would lose all the time.

Last drink: Decaf Tea! (Yorkshire Tea for Hard Water, because the tap water here is yukko).

Last show: Again not much of a TV person, but I have been rewatching Smack The Pony on Youtube to cheer myself up!

Last thing you ate: Packet of Fridge Raiders and some Pom Bear Crisps.

Favorite color: White or Turquoise

Current obsession: Do I have obsessions? Not sure. I play a lot of FFXIV and that's probably the most relevant one for here!

Unrelated obsession: Possibly the Pom Bear Crisps (low calorie crisps AND they are shaped like bears!)

Any pets: No pets :( I want a puppy, but living in rental accommodation means no pets allowed.

Do you have a crush on anyone? In my day to day life not really, although I do appreciate many of the gentlemen I chance to observe, it wouldn't be polite to stare. Otherwise Jack Laugher - if he took off his clothes in front of me there's a high chance I would eat them...

Favorite fictional character: Oh gosh, too many to mention really. In FFXIV Tataru, Dulia-Chai, Vtra... Otherwise Uhura in Star Trek made a big impression on me as a child, as did Keehar in Watership Down. Sam Gamgee for representing simple decency in extreme circumstances. Many more.

The last place you traveled: The last place I travelled that was any significant distance away would be Newcastle. The last foreign place I went to was Denmark.

Tagged by @irisopranta and I think some other people too!

Tagging: @lookbluesoup @draculas-husband and @pumpkinmagekupo and anyone else who wants to try. Hopefully your answers are more interesting than mine!

[new-berry]

So @longeyelashedtragedy Anthony Gordon and Tommy Doyle played in some of the England age teams (under 18’s up to under 21’s). Anthony obviously plays for Newcastle and Tommy is in Man City purgatory on lots of loans currently Wolves, last year he was at Sheffield where he scored several times but one bloody exciting goal for them they got them out of the championship.

Anyway they were both in the team that won the under 21 Euro’s. Where Anthony Gordon kept this moustache until the other players saw it, and it was instantly gone. (I don’t know that for a fact, but I know it to be true.)

Touchy!

They spent quite a lot time celebrating. When Anthony taken off in the final Tommy replaced him. (He took it better than that game where he shoved Eddie Howe’s hand away).

They both posted this picture on their instagram and this is the comment Anthony left.

Look Anthony Gordon is probably a (at least slightly, probably more than slightly) arrogant dick head who has grown up and has just the issues that all men’s football players have.

But I guess I’m always slightly protective of my guys. Also he got so much shit from Everton fans when he left, like the shitty Everton statement which was so half assed even talk sports (which is basically genetically evil) was like “that’s a bit rough”.

The ‘fans’ that like boxed the players in their cars and yelled abuse at them. Like seriously did he sleep with every fans wife? There is not a lot of grace there, just saying. And I guess I was interested in this because like.. people seem to like him? He’s not shunned by his team mates (they are right to mock his clothes, I understand that.) I mean he’s a normal talented player. And he has been so much better this season. Has Newcastle? Look I love them I love them. I don’t care.

And until Lewis Miley plays soon, it was nice to have some youth players that were being considered for England squads.

And @purefractals and I can agree that the cheekbones are appealing. So is his back.

Anyway, everything spirals around Frank Lampard who was his coach briefly at Everton. Gordon was one of the better players there (guys I’m not here to yuck anyone’s yum, I try to be amusing about other people’s teams and not an epic dick, but you all watch football you are all fully aware of Everton’s issues.) and so of course Anthony got pulled into the (fictional) Lampardverse madness (by me). Pretty sure I am the only person who has written him ever, but there are many ways to look at it.

He was the first player to post when Frank was shitcanned even though Everton were (you can look it up, I’m not making this up) fucking dire under Lampard.

One of things that is striking about him as a player is he is fucking fast. Anyway, the player growing up, the player who shoved his coaches hand away, and the potentially excellent player who needs to score more (all of bloody Newcastle) even getting the number ten over Miggy he’s someone who has stuff happening around him.

And to draw my talk to a close, he needs to track down the guy who did his hair in Georgia and get him a work visa for England becuase that was the best haircut he has had since he arrived in Newcastle.