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Through The Looking Glass

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Lea Willems - Verstappen (OC)

Summary: Max Verstappen and his wife’s relationship as told by Twitter.

Notes: So this came about, because I was on Instagram and looked at pictures from Alexandra Saint Mleux and was like…so what if a driver’s girlfriend looked more like me and less like her?

Then it became a whole thing, and I went down a rabbit’s hole about people online boyshaming athletes’ wives and girlfriends. This is the result. Also, it’s incredible difficult to even find aesthetic pictures to use in a smau that depict women that are even just mid-size, not even plus size. As a in-between girlie, I tried my best.

(Also I finally made a nice Lea 😂 I know somebody who will be very glad about that.)

Warnings: The internet being a horrible place. Nikita Mazepin bashing, but like…he is canonically a horrible person, so is it even bashing? Bodyshaming, fatphobic comments and the media being horrible. If I missed something, please let me know.

As always big thanks to @llirawolf , who listens to me ramble

@/gridarchives: The most underrated long game in F1 history is how everyone thought Max Verstappen’s marriage wouldn’t last.

How Max and Lea Verstappen went from “mad max mistake” to “paddock’s power couple”. A thread:

@/gridarchives: Let’s start with the basics: Max Emilian Verstappen, born 30 September 1997 in Hasselt, raised in Maaseik, Belgium. Lea Willems, born 12 April 1997, raised in Maaseik.

@/gridarchives: They met as kids. Both came from racing families — Lea’s older brother ran the local karting rink where Max used to train. They were inseparable. They met at 8. Were dating by 14. Married at 18.

@/gridarchives: 2015 — Max’s F1 debut. Lea’s still in school. Doesn’t follow him to every race. Doesn't start an Instagram. Doesn’t chase a spotlight.

They do long-distance. Quietly.

And when he gets his first victory in 2016, she’s the one waiting in the garage. Not in the VIP suite. Just… there.

@/gridarchives: max is 18. Fresh off a win in Barcelona. Deep in his Mad Max era—aggressive on track, icy in interviews, throwing elbows and collecting penalties like candy.

And then, seemingly out of nowhere, He marries his high school girlfriend.

And announced it on Instagram:

@/gridarchives: Red Bull had no idea. Reportedly, Christian Horner found out when the rest of the world did.

Max showed up to the next debrief wearing a ring.

When asked about it, he just shrugged and said, “We got married.” Like it was no big deal.

@/gridarchives: Cue chaos. The media ripped it apart.

“Too young.” “Too fast.” “Is she pregnant?” “He’s ruining his focus.” Lea was called everything from clingy to irrelevant. She never said a word in response.

@/gridarchives: The Internet:

“This won’t last” “teenage hormones” “he’s too immature” “What is he even doing getting married?” “career suicide” “She’s just a karting fling, right?”

@/gridarchives: After the announcement, the backlash wasn’t just about the when. It became about the who.

The internet took one look at Lea Willems — now Lea Verstappen — and collectively lost its mind.

And not in a good way.

@/gridarchives: She didn’t look like what people expected. She wasn’t tall and wafer-thin. Wasn’t a size 0. She didn’t wear designer brands. She wasn’t a model, or a socialite, or someone famous in her own right. Wasn’t doing sponsored beauty campaigns or sitting front row at fashion week. She was a normal teenage girl who had the audacity to exist beside the fastest boy in the world. And that wasn’t enough for some people.

@/gridarchives: They called her fat.

They called her plain.

They called her a phase.

They called her “a distraction.” They said she was “a mistake made by a hormonal teenager.”

@/gridarchives: Some actual headlines from 2017:

“The Wife Verstappen Doesn’t Want You to Know About” Like she was a scandal, not a person.

“Not Exactly A Model Marriage” “Can Verstappen Do Better Off Track?” “Too Much Wife, Not Enough Wow”

because she wasn’t a size 0, because she didn’t wear makeup, because she had hips and curves and didn’t fit the “WAG” mould.

@/gridarchives: It wasn’t just tabloids.

Comment sections. Fan forums. Reddit threads.

People picked apart her weight, her clothes, and her posture. Zoomed in on photos to circle “problem areas.” Compared her side-by-side with other girlfriends in the paddock like it was a contest.

@/gridarchives: And she never defended herself. Not once. She didn’t clap back. Didn’t give an interview. Didn’t even post a Notes app statement. She just stayed by his side. Quiet. Steady. Private. Which, of course, only made them nastier.

@/gridarchives: Comment sections were disgusting. Fashion blogs ripped her apart. Paddock gossip accounts used blurred photos of her in jeans and sneakers with headlines like:

“This is the woman who tamed F1’s hottest young star?” It was sexist. It was fatphobic. It was constant.

@/gridarchives: Two headlines from 2017:

“Not Quite Paddock-Ready: The Woman Behind Verstappen’s Downfall” Another: “The Weight of Love: Can Max Stay Focused With Her Around?”

It was cruel. Dehumanizing. And relentless.

@/gridarchives: She wasn’t flashy. She didn’t care about glam paddock fashion. She wore baggy Red Bull hoodies and old Adidas. She didn’t post bikini pics. She didn’t post at all. She still doesn’t even have an Instagram account. And for some reason, that made people furious.

@/gridarchives: And it all came to a head in Malaysia. 2017. Max won his second career race. It was one of his best weekends. And then… that interview happened.

@/gridarchives: The interviewer, midway through what was supposed to be a fluff piece, decided to get clever.

“Now that you're a more high-profile name, have you ever thought of… upgrading the wife situation a bit?”

“I mean, she’s not exactly the grid’s most glamorous, is she?”

@/gridarchives: Max went completely still. Didn’t blink. Didn’t smile. Didn’t speak. The silence lasted a full 5 seconds—uncomfortable, searing.

Then he stood up. Took off the mic. And walked out.

Didn’t say a word.

@/gridarchives: Red Bull PR went into meltdown. The outlet tried to backpedal, claiming it was a joke. But Max? He was done. Hasn’t given that outlet a single interview since. Won’t speak to that journalist. Won’t allow access. Nothing. Complete blackout.

@/gridarchives: When asked about it later, he said only: “I’ve tolerated a lot of things in this sport. Insults. Pressure. Hate. But you don’t get to insult my wife. Ever.”

And that was that.

@/gridarchives: For nearly three years afterwards, Max refused to answer any questions about Lea. No interviews. No comments. If asked, he would shut it down with the same two words:

“No comment.” Sometimes cold. Sometimes biting. Always final.

@/gridarchives: At one point in 2018, a reporter tried to ask about Lea’s “lack of media polish” during a press conference. Max didn’t flinch. Just stared them down and said: “Keep my wife’s name out of your mouth.” The room went silent.

@/gridarchives: He wasn’t just protecting her—he was making a point. If the world couldn’t treat her with basic respect, it didn’t get to know her.

@/gridarchives: Max Verstappen might be aggressive on track. But when it comes to her? He’s pure protection. No compromise. No apology.

@/gridarchives: Till this day, Max rarely posts about Lea on his Instagram. And when he does, he shuts the comments off. Not for the attention. Not for the aesthetic. But because the internet has never deserved her.

@/gridarchives: Once a year. Maybe twice. Usually on her birthday. Or their anniversary. Or something small and intimate—like a quiet photo of her walking ahead of him, holding their son’s hand, not even looking at the camera.

@/gridarchives: And the comments? Disabled. Every time.

Not to avoid backlash. But to cut it off before it starts.

@/gridarchives: A fan once asked in a Q&A why he disables comments.

Max said, “Because she didn’t ask for this. And if you’re going to look at her, you’ll do it with respect. Or not at all.”

@/gridarchives: He protects her like he protects his lead on the final lap— With focus. With fire. With zero margin for error.

Because that’s love, in Max Verstappen’s language.

Not public declarations. But boundaries.

@/gridarchives: And then came one of the wildest moments of the 2021 season that never made Drive to Survive:

@/gridarchives: mid-2021. Tensions are sky-high. Max and Lewis are locked in one of the most intense title battles in F1 history. Every race is war. Every point counts. And through all of it, Lea is quietly there. Present. Steady. Visibly keeping her distance from the media.

@/gridarchives: But as the summer break ends, rumours start. Whispers online. Tabloids are posting unflattering shots of Lea in the paddock. Comments like:

“Max’s wife letting herself go?” “Not paddock pretty.” “What happened to her figure?” And then… Nikita Mazepin opens his mouth.

@/gridarchives: Overheard at a hospitality lounge, according to multiple sources: Mazepin, laughing with some junior sponsor rep, said: “No wonder Max is driving angry. Imagine going home to that every night.” Gesturing toward Lea.

Someone told Max.

@/gridarchives: That weekend, Max cornered Mazepin. Not at the press. Not on camera. But behind the motorhomes. Multiple witnesses said you could hear him yelling. But the only quote that’s ever been confirmed?

“Talk about her again, and I’ll end your career before your car does.”

@/gridarchives: Mazepin reportedly tried to laugh it off. Max didn’t flinch. Didn’t joke. Just turned and walked away—straight back to Red Bull. Team management never commented.

@/gridarchives: And then came the Instagram post:

@/gridarchives: The internet went feral. F1 media tried to scramble for quotes. But Max didn’t say another word. Not about the incident. Not about the pregnancy. He just showed up at the next race and put the car on pole.

@/gridarchives: And then? Abu Dhabi 2021. The title fight went down to the wire.

@/gridarchives: According to multiple team sources, Lea stood quietly at the back of the garage the entire race. Didn’t pace. Didn’t panic. Just watched. Hands on her baby bump. When asked if she was nervous, she reportedly said:

“Why would I be? He was born for this.”

@/gridarchives: A Red Bull mechanic was overheard saying, “I’ve seen engineers cry. I’ve seen Horner nearly faint. But Lea? Lea stood there like it was a normal Thursday.”

@/gridarchives: When Nicholas Latifi crashed and the safety car came out, most of the paddock erupted into chaos. Lea? Sat down. Ate half a banana. Said, “He’ll take it. You’ll see.” Then leaned back like she knew something the universe didn’t.

@/gridarchives: After the race, everyone was losing their minds. Celebrating. Crying. Lea? Still calm. Still glowing. Walked through the crowd, straight to Max. Hugged him. Kissed him. Whispered something in his ear.

No one knows what she said. But he started crying.

@/gridarchives: Someone once asked Max what got him through that day. He said, Seeing my wife. Knowing she was there. If she was calm, I had no excuse not to be.”

@/gridarchives: Two months later, Max did maybe the funniest thing he has ever done: announcing he became a father during a random team redline stream like it was a tire strategy update.

@/gridarchives: February 2022. pre-season. Max is on a team redline stream. Chat is flying. Comms are chill. He’s driving like a demon. And then someone asks why he missed the previous session.

@/gridarchives: And Max, completely calm, goes: “Yeah, sorry, I was a bit busy. My son was born that day.”

Another driver on comms:

“Wait—WHAT?” “You had the baby?”

max: “Yeah. His name’s Kai.” casually overtakes three cars

@/gridarchives: Someone in the background (probably Jeffrey Rietveld) goes:

“Max, did you just soft-launch your child mid-race??”

Max:

“He’s perfect. Looks just like his mum.”

Icon. Legend. Zero chill. Zero Press. Just vibes.

@/gridarchives: Chat went FERAL. Clips instantly went viral. F1 Twitter lost its mind. Red Bull PR had to play catch-up for days.

@/gridarchives: Barcelona 2022. Two months after Max casually announced the birth of his son mid-sim-racing stream, he walked into the paddock in black sunglasses, a Red Bull hoodie, and a baby carrier.

@/gridarchives: Inside the carrier: a tiny, snoozing Kai Verstappen, 8 weeks old. Wearing noise-cancelling headphones and a Red Bull baby onesie. Strapped to Max’s chest like the calmest accessory in the world.

“My son’s first race,” Max said. “He should get used to the noise early.”

@/gridarchives: Lea was right beside him. Soft jeans, a linen shirt, hair up, a tote bag with what was presumably enough diapers to survive a national emergency. No makeup. No fuss. The quiet core of a very loud world.

They looked like a family on a casual stroll. Not the title favourites in the middle of a high-stakes season.

@/gridarchives: The media tried to swarm. Max didn’t stop walking. Lea didn’t even blink.

@/gridarchives: A Sky reporter asked if he was more nervous racing now that he had a kid. Max said, “No. I’ve always raced to win. Now I just get a hug either way.”

And then he smiled. Like a real one. And the internet broke.

@/gridarchives: He won that race, btw. Then went straight back to the garage to take Kai out of the headphones and kiss his forehead.

“He slept through the whole thing,” he told Sky Sports, grinning.

@/gridarchives: But Max wasn’t done for 2022. When the FIA banned jewellery in 2022, Max Verstappen responded by getting his wedding ring tattooed on.

@/gridarchives: So the FIA updated their rules: no jewellery in the car. No earrings. No chains. No rings. Supposedly for safety. Cue half the grid complaining, Lewis dragging them in interviews, and Max just going radio silent.

For about a week.

@/gridarchives: Then someone spots it. On the Thursday of the next GP. A thin, clean tattoo around Max’s ring finger. Black ink. No embellishments. Just a simple band.

Someone asks about it, and Max goes: “The rule said I had to take the ring off. Didn’t say I couldn’t make it permanent.”

@/gridarchives: Someone else asks if it hurt. “Not as much as leaving it off.”

@/gridarchives: Bonus: Christian Horner was reportedly told after the fact:

“Max walked in, took his gloves off, and I saw the ink. I said, ‘Is that what I think it is?’ He said, ‘FIA can’t ban skin.’”

@/gridarchives: Let’s also talk about how much Max’s family loves Lea:

@/gridarchives: Let’s start with Jos Verstappen. A man who, famously, trusts no one. But when asked once in a Dutch interview about his son’s success, he said:

“Max has two advantages. His talent. And Lea.” “She makes him better. She makes him calm.”

from Jos. That’s practically a sonnet.

@/gridarchives: Sophie Kumpen, Max’s mum, was the first to believe in Max & Lea. Sources say she knew from the start that Lea was “good for him.”

In a rare interview, Sophie said: “She’s grounded. She sees Max for who he really is—not the driver, not the number. The boy. The man. She’s calm. I like calm.” Mothers know. Mothers see.

@/gridarchives: Then there’s Victoria Verstappen, Max’s sister. Fashion, fitness, mama of three—loved by fans. Has repeatedly said that she considers Lea a sister, not an in-law.

“She’s my family. Has been since we were teenagers. We grew up side by side. I trust her with everything.”

@/gridarchives: And they were all fiercely protective of her during the years. According to a Dutch journalist, Jos once called an editor directly and said, “Write another headline about her weight, and I’ll see you in court.” #DadEnergy

@/gridarchives: Victoria has posted maybe a dozen photos with Lea in the past decade—quiet, untagged, casual:

@/gridarchives: And every single time, without fail, the comments are a mess. Bodyshaming. Comparisons. “She’s not hot enough.” “Why does she look tired?” The usual sexist, vile garbage.

@/gridarchives: But Victoria? She’s not having it.

“You don’t get to speak about my family that way.” “If you wouldn’t say it about yourself or your sister, don’t say it here.” “Delete this comment and never come back.”

“Take your body issues elsewhere”

“You must be exhausted being this bitter online”

That’s in the comments. Publicly. Repeatedly.

@/gridarchives: At one point in 2021, she even posted a story about it:

@/gridarchives: I am not done. Lea Verstappen is as much a part of Red Bull Racing as any race engineer or strategist.

Here’s what the people behind the scenes have said about her

@/gridarchives: Christian Horner (2017) – early days: “Max keeps his private life very private. We respect that. I’ve only met Lea a few times, but she seems like a lovely, grounded young woman.” (translation: Who is this girl and where did she come from?)

@/gridarchives: Christian Horner (2023) – post-Kai, post-3 world driver’s championship titles: “Lea’s been the calm in Max’s storm. She doesn’t need to be in front of the cameras to make an impact. She’s the reason he’s still sharp. Still here.”

@/gridarchives: Gianpiero Lambiase (GP), Max’s race engineer: “Lea is Max’s reset button. I’ve seen him go from zero to rage and back to calm in under a minute because of one text from her. She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to.” Iconic.

@/gridarchives: Helmut Marko (2023): “I thought she’d be a distraction when they got married. I was wrong. She’s the opposite of a distraction. She made him… sharper. More dangerous, in a good way.” (yes. Helmut Marko said that.)

@/gridarchives: Red Bull comms team (2022), anonymously: “Lea has never, not once, asked for press management. No image control. No story spin. Her only request was: Don’t use Kai for content. And she said it so kindly, we printed it and taped it to the media room wall.”

@/gridarchives: Jonathan Wheatley (2022), Former Red Bull Sporting Director: “She’s the one person I’ll never say no to in the garage. She brings us banana bread and keeps Max from threatening to move to endurance racing when he’s moody.”

@/gridarchives: One mechanic from Red Bull’s pit crew (2020): “When the media was tearing her apart in ’17, she brought us coffee in the garage. No cameras. Just said, ‘Thanks for looking after him.’ I’ve worked 200+ races. That’s the only thank you I still remember.”

@/gridarchives: And the thing is? None of these quotes comes from trying to promote her. Lea has never once been part of the brand. She’s not a Red Bull ambassador. Not an image. Just a quiet presence who everyone, from Horner to the interns, has come to respect.

@/gridarchives And it’s not just Red Bull. Ask around the entire grid, and the way people talk about Lea Verstappen is with quiet awe.

@/gridarchives: Lewis Hamilton (2022): “She doesn’t show up for the cameras. She shows up for him. You can tell—there’s real love there. Real quiet. Real strong. I respect that.”

@/gridarchives: Daniel Ricciardo (2023): “Lea’s been around longer than most of the guys on the grid have even had race seats. She’s part of the Verstappen firmware. Comes with the engine. And her banana bread is terrifyingly good. Like… disarm-a-grown-man good.”

@/gridarchives: Charles Leclerc (2021): “She used to sit on the karting fences next to my mum. Always quiet. Always watching. People talk about Max changing over the years, but I think the best parts of him were always there. She just kept them safe.”

@/gridarchives: And then there’s Kai. Lea and Max’s son. Now a paddock regular with noise-cancelling headphones and strong opinions.

@/gridarchives: A little boy who adores his parents… and who calls Daniel Ricciardo “Uncle Danny”. Who calls Oscar Piastri “Car” and hugs his leg when he’s tired. (Oscar panics every time.) Who once tried to drive Lewis’s scooter, and Lewis let him.

@/gridarchives: It’s been almost ten years since Max and Lea Verstappen got married. They’ve weathered the spotlight. The storms. The silence. The wins.The losses The noise. The pressure. And through it all, they’ve never wavered.

@/gridarchives: Lea has never given an interview. Never done a press tour. Never gone on a podcast. There is no tell-all memoir. No YouTube vlog. No WAG content series.

Just: banana bread, Red Bull hoodies, and a quiet kind of grace that broke the mould.

@/gridarchives: Lea Verstappen didn’t come to the paddock to be famous. She didn’t come to be seen. She came to stand beside the boy she loved at 14— Who became a man. A world champion. A father.

And she never once let the world shake her.

@/gridarchives Max Verstappen doesn’t perform love. He protects it. And Lea Verstappen? She’s not just the woman behind the champion. She’s the reason he stayed human in a sport that tries to turn people into machines.

@/gridarchives: People tried to ignore her. Then tried to ridicule her. And when that didn’t work, they tried to erase her.

But she’s still here. Still Lea. Still standing exactly where she always has— Right next to Max.

@gridarchives Power couple doesn’t even cover it. Max & Lea Verstappen? They built something that lasted.

And in Formula 1? That’s rarer than a clean lap around Monaco in the wet.

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f1yh1ghg3th1gh · 18 days ago

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LISTA FILMOWA TEMATYKI PRO-ANA LUB GENERALNIE ED

1. Starving in Suburbia (2014)

• Znany też jako: Thinspiration

• Opis: Nastolatka wciąga się w internetową społeczność pro-ana, co prowadzi ją do głębokiej anoreksji.

2. To the Bone (2017)

• Opis: Młoda kobieta trafia do ośrodka leczenia anoreksji. Obserwujemy jej zmagania z chorobą i własną tożsamością.

• Uwagi: W filmie pokazane są wpływy stylu „pro-ana” oraz mechanizmy obronne chorych.

3. Feed (2017)

• Opis: Po śmierci brata bliźniaka, dziewczyna zaczyna tracić kontakt z rzeczywistością i popada w anoreksję.

• Motyw pro-ana: Głos wewnętrzny, który nakazuje bohaterce nie jeść, przypomina „ana voice” znaną z pro-ana blogów.

4. Sharing the Secret (2000)

• Opis: Nastolatka cierpiąca na bulimię prowadzi podwójne życie – idealna córka kontra obsesje żywieniowe.

• Motyw pro-ana: Ukrywanie choroby, idealizacja kontroli nad jedzeniem.

5. Perfect Body (1997)

• Opis: Gimnastyczka popada w zaburzenia odżywiania pod wpływem presji, by być „idealna”.

• Motyw pro-ana: Wewnętrzna presja perfekcjonizmu, gloryfikacja chudości.

6. My Skinny Sister (Min lilla syster, 2015)

• Opis: Dziewczynka odkrywa, że jej starsza siostra cierpi na anoreksję.

• Motyw pro-ana: Pokazany z zewnętrznej perspektywy dramat osoby chorej i ukrywania objawów.

7. When Friendship Kills (1996)

• Opis: Dwójka przyjaciółek popada w zaburzenia odżywiania – bulimię i anoreksję – pod wpływem rywalizacji i presji.

• Motyw pro-ana: Wspólne motywowanie się do nienaturalnej chudości.

8. The Best Little Girl in the World (1981)

• Opis: Perfekcyjna uczennica rozwija anoreksję, by odzyskać kontrolę nad swoim życiem.

• Motyw pro-ana: Obsesja kontroli, autoidentyfikacja przez wagę.

9. Thin (2006, HBO)

• Opis: Wstrząsający dokument pokazujący życie pacjentek kliniki leczenia zaburzeń odżywiania.

• Motyw pro-ana: Niektóre pacjentki miały kontakt z pro-ana społecznościami.

10. Dying to Be Thin (2000, PBS)

• Opis: Dokument analizujący wpływ kultu ciała i „idealnej sylwetki” na kobiety, zwłaszcza tancerki i modelki.

11. Anorexia Nervosa (1987)

• Opis: Eksperymentalny film krótkometrażowy analizujący zjawisko anoreksji jako formy „buntu ciała”.

12. For the Love of Nancy (1994)

• Opis: Na podstawie prawdziwej historii Nancy Walsh, studentki, która zapada na anoreksję.

• Motyw: Konflikt rodziny, terapia, sądowa interwencja.

13. A Secret Between Friends: A Moment of Truth Movie (1996)

• Opis: Dwie nastolatki wspólnie schodzą w anoreksję pod wpływem presji bycia szczupłą i rywalizacji.

• Tematyka: Przyjaźń, współzależność, destrukcyjne wzorce.

14. Kate’s Secret (1986)

• Opis: Gospodyni domowa prowadzi podwójne życie – idealna matka i żona, a w tajemnicy bulimiczka.

• Motyw: Wstyd, społeczne maski, nieleczona choroba.

15. The Road Within (2014)

• Opis: Choć nie w centrum, jedna z głównych bohaterek (Marie) cierpi na anoreksję.

• Uwagi: Film drogi z elementami dramatu i komedii, ale bardzo szczery.

16. Sophie (2010)

• Opis: Intymny portret młodej dziewczyny zmagającej się z anoreksją w rodzinnym domu.

17. Black Swan (2010)

• Opis: Nina, baletnica, dąży do perfekcji za wszelką cenę. Jej psychika zaczyna się rozpadać.

• Motywy: perfekcjonizm, samokontrola, zaburzenia odżywiania (sugerowane), samookaleczenia, halucynacje

18. Som en du kjenner / Someone You Know (2014, Norwegia)

• Opis: Reportaż pokazujący, jak choroba dotyka osoby w różnym wieku i środowisku.

19. I Am a Child Anorexic (2006, Channel 4, UK)

• Opis: Mocny dokument o dzieciach (poniżej 12 roku życia) zmagających się z anoreksją.

20. Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia (2005)

• Opis: Dokument inspirowany książką Marya Hornbacher, która w wieku 14 lat zachorowała na anoreksję, a później również bulimię.

21. No Body’s Perfect (2017)

• Opis: Dokumentalny obraz życia młodych kobiet, które dzielą się historiami o walce z obrazem własnego ciała i zaburzeniami odżywiania.

22. Starving Secrets with Tracey Gold (2011, USA – reality/document)

• Opis: Seria dokumentalna z udziałem aktorki, która sama zmagała się z anoreksją. Pomaga kobietom z ciężkimi ED.

• Motyw pro-ana: Walka z obsesją szczupłości i autodestrukcyjnymi rytuałami.

23. Disfigured (2008)

• Opis: Przyjaźń kobiety otyłej z kobietą cierpiącą na anoreksję.

• Motyw: Skrajności w zaburzeniach, wspólna walka z uprzedzeniami i obrazem ciała.

24. Calendar Girl (2003, Australia)

• Opis: Film oparty na historii Miss Australii, która walczyła z bulimią i anoreksją.

• Motyw pro-ana: Środowisko konkursów piękności i presja „bycia idealną”.

25. Miss Representation (2011 – dokument)

• Opis: Nie o anoreksji wprost, ale świetny dokument o tym, jak media wpływają na postrzeganie kobiecego ciała.

• Warto obejrzeć jako kontekst kulturowy dla zjawisk pro-ana.

26. Model Behavior (2000)

• Opis: Lżejszy film młodzieżowy, ale pokazujący problem „chudości jako waluty” w modelingu.

• Motyw pro-ana: Presja wyglądu, niskie poczucie własnej wartości.

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rabbitcruiser · 2 years ago

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The Guggenheim Museum Bilbao was inaugurated on 18 October 1997.

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 2 months ago

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Smashing Pumpkins - Bullet with Butterfly Wings 1995

"Bullet with Butterfly Wings" is a song by the American alternative rock band the Smashing Pumpkins. It was released as the lead single from their 1995 double album Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness. This song was the band's first top-40 US hit, peaking at number 22 on the Billboard Hot 100. It also spent six weeks at number two on the Billboard Modern Rock Tracks chart and peaked at number four on the Billboard Album Rock Tracks chart. In Canada, the song peaked at number 18 on the RPM Top Singles chart and spent four weeks at number one on the RPM Alternative 30 chart, becoming Canada's most successful rock song of 1995. It also reached number one in Iceland.

The song won the Grammy Award for Best Hard Rock Performance in 1997. It was named the 91st best hard rock song of all time by VH1 in 2009 and ranked number 70 on the 2008 list of "The 100 Greatest Guitar Songs of All Time" of Rolling Stone. The song came second in the Triple J Hottest 100, 1995, was later voted number 51 in the Triple J Hottest 100 of All Time, 2009 and placed at number 25 in the Triple J Hottest 100 of the Past 20 Years, 2013. The song was featured in the video game Guitar Hero 5. "Weird Al" Yankovic performed the chorus in "The Alternative Polka" from his Bad Hair Day album.

"Bullet with Butterfly Wings" received a total of 77,1% yes votes! Previous Smashing Pumpkins polls: #327 "Zero".

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 months ago

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Besotted 10

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, virginity loss, age gap, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: your new neighbour brings intrigue and a bit of danger.

Characters: ex-con!Bucky Barnes (silverfox)

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By the time Bucky finds a place, you’re exhausted. A shell encases you. The world feels far away. The day in the sun feels like it never even happened in the chill desolation of the night.

The motel sign flickers as the buzz of crickets thrums in the air. Bucky walks behind you, like a warden, herding you to the door marked with the same number as the key in his hand. He opens it up and points you inside. He slaps the light switch and the space blooms with a tinge of yellow.

He puts the saddlebags and helmets in the wooden chair against the wall. He’s silent as he tilts his head, his neck cracking as he stretches out the kinks. He sighs as you hug yourself and flutter along the wall. He pulls shut the curtains and turns to face the room again. His eyes scan the fading wallpaper and double bed.

“Long day,” he says.

You nod and reach up to rub your neck, “yeah.”

He marches suddenly across the room and you flinch. You watch him disappear through the door way, another light flipped on. The metallic chink of the shower curtain rings tweaks in your ears. You chew your lip and examine the room. The place looks like it hasn’t been updated since 1997.

The shower whines to life, the pipes rattling behind the wall, and Bucky’s groan wafts through. The spray of water patters onto the porcelain. You pace along the bed, teetering on your heels as you turn to sit. Before you can, his shadow paints wall. You stop and look over your shoulder.

“Come on.” He has his shirt off already. His chest hair sparkles with stray silver strands and his muscles constrict under his flesh. You’re terrified but he’s still hot as hell.

You follow him to the small bathroom. He sits on the closed toilet and unties his boots. You slip off your sandals and wince as he peeks over at you. You catch his errant gaze on your chest as it threatens to slip free of your tankini. The coverup does nothing to help.

You stand straight and peel of the sheer shawl and lay it on the small counter. The damp heat coiling in the air is welcoming as the salty grime of the beach lingers on your skin. You pull of your tankini, angling to hide yourself.

He stands, the floor groaning under his weight, and startles you as he puts his hands on your shoulders.

“Hiding?” He growls.

You shake your head. You shrug him off and face him. You roll down your panties.

“Doll,” his voice thins to a wisp. “You are the most gorgeous thing...can you really blame me for getting a bit wild? Seeing that brat touching you--”

“Let’s not talk about it,” you say. “Please, I’m tired.”

“Hm, you’re right. We got a big day ahead of us. Let’s move on,” he agrees. He steps closer and brings his hand up to frame your face. He forces your chin up. His thumb strokes just beneath your lip. “I missed you, doll.”

He bends before you can register what’s happening. He kisses you, his grip on your tightening, and you let him. After what he did to Colin, to Angelique, and what he threatened to do, you know better. Too little, too late.

He brushes his hand down your arms and draws you closer. He urges you toward the shower and turns so your back is nearly touching the curtain. He parts and purrs, his blue eyes dark, his hair falling forward around his chiseled features.

“Go on,” he reaches around you and taps your butt. You twitch and step back, your calves touching the cold porcelain. “I’m comin’ right after you.”

He releases you and grabs the top of his brief. You spin and push past the curtain. It ripples closed behind you and you heave into the steaming spray. You let it wash over you but it can chase away your fear.

Bucky can be nice but you know now that he can be mean and violent and scary. That you can only have the former if you behave. If you do what he says. That other side that you ignored is what he tried so many times to warn you about. His self-awareness is less than reassuring. He knows what he is but he can’t control it. You don’t think you can either.

You wince as he steps in behind you. You sway slightly. He touches your hair, spreading his hands wide as he drags them over your head and along your neck, tracing the shape of your body from shoulder, to waist to hip.

He steps closer, flush to you as he hooks his arms around you. He fondles your chest as he nuzzles your neck and hums.

“You miss me too?” He growls into your skin.

You gulp, “yes.”

“Mmm, it’s lonely without you. Quiet.”

“Oh?” You utter.

It’s strange. He’s so soft now. So gentle. Only an hour ago, maybe a bit longer, he was something else. An animal.

He rocks his hips and you feel him. He’s hard. Wanting. You cringe now as you think of how badly you wanted that before. Of how stupid you’ve been.

He rolls your nipples between his fingers and kisses your neck. “Tell me again, baby.”

“Tell you...” you murmur.

“What you said before. You said I was perfect,” he snarls. “Perfect for you, right?”

You try not to show your discomfort. You said those things. It isn’t that you didn’t mean them, just not how he heard them. That moment was perfect. And it’s over.

“Yes, Bucky, perfect,” you assure him, almost impressed at how convincing you sound.

He drops his hand down and tickles your pelvis. You shudder and close your eyes as the spray of the shower pings off your chest. He pets along your hip bone and trails further down. A tingle crawls through you. You might be afraid but you’re still human.

He dips his fingertips between your folds and teases your clit. You clasp onto him at the spark it lights in you. You cling to his wrist, arching your back slightly as you gasp. He kneads your chest with his other hand, nibbling at your neck as he growls.

He rubs you until your wet and swollen. You heave as your heartbeat pounds behind your ears. He pushes his fingers down and spreads them around your entrance, opening you to him.

He bends his legs and shifts his hips. You suck in a breath as you feel him prodding. He pushes his chin down on your shoulder as he inches into you. You feel as tight as the first time. You reach to slap the tile as he slowly impales you.

He brings you to your toes as you whine. He stands straight and hooks his arm around you, his fingertips curling over your shoulder. He pulls you back against him as his fingers creep back to swirl around your clit. You squeak as he pumps into you.

“I missed this, baby.” He snarls. “You’re perfect for me too, huh? You feel that?”

You whimper and nod as you grab onto his bicep. He jolts you with each thrust as his pace grows sharper and faster. Your nerves flicker beneath his touch. You can’t resist it.

You spasm as you cum. He grunts and speeds up. His flesh claps wetly against your ass as lean back into him. He rams as deep as he can and stops.

“Uh uh,” he tuts. “I’m taking my time,” he rasps and rocks slowly. “Doll, I’m gonna make sure you feel how much I missed you.”

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“Doll,” Bucky’s voice startles you awake. He’s standing at the foot of the bed. There’s a shopping bag in his hand. You look at the hue trickling in between the tacky curtains. “What time is it?”

You sit up and catch the blanket before you’re exposed. Your muscles ache from the night before. It didn’t stop after the shower. You’re surprised the squeaky old bed held up.

“About noon,” he says coolly. “We got time.”

“Time? For what?” You ask as you rub your eyes.

You’re still spinning. The beach, Colin, Bucky, Angelique... all of it is too much.

“You’ll see, baby. All you gotta do is be you.” He walks up the side of the bed. “Get yourself dolled up.” He puts the bag on your lap. “Not that you need much.”

He bends and kisses your forehead. You stare at the bag then look up at him. Huh? Shouldn’t he be anxious to get home? You must still be hours out.

“For what?” You wonder.

“For me,” he insists as he stands straight and crosses his arms. “It’s a surprise. No more questions.”

You look at him, careful not to frown. You grab the bag and let the blanket fall. There’s really no point in hiding anymore. No point in trying to get out of this. He won’t let you.

“Bathroom’s all yours. I’ll figure myself out here,” he goes to the saddlebags and flips the flap up. “Ride got my hair all mussed again.”

You hesitate and get up. You scurry into the bathroom and shut yourself in. The sliver of privacy will give you some time to get your head straight. Or as close to as you can.

Your bag is in there already. You set down the shopping bag and search in the fabric one. Your phone’s not there.

You shrug and reach into the shopping bag. You take out the dress inside. Huh? White’s never really been your colour. Too delicate. It’s cute; long bell sleeves and a short skirt. A low back with a thin tie across the shoulders. It would kill in black.

That’s not all that’s in the bag. A white lace thong in the exact same shade and some cute heels with silver bows. Hmmmm. It’s... a bit much. Your red bra won’t go either. Not with the dress so scant in the back.

You lay it all aside. You’re thinking this is some sort of date? If he’s really serious, you expect he’ll be trying to be normal. As normal as this can be.

You dig out your pouch of makeup. You didn’t bring much and never wear too much anyhow. Moisturizer, blush balm, some shimmer, very simple and dewy. A touch of mascara and gloss, a spritz of setting spray. A bit much for a lunch date, isn’t it?

You face down the all white attire. You’ve never been a fan of going without your bra but there’s not much choice. You didn’t pack anything but swimsuits and shorts. You get yourself into the thong and dress. Oof, right up your crack.

You pack everything away and hook the bag over your elbow. You pick up the shoes and carry them out. Bucky’s back greets you as he stands in front of the wall mirror and growls.

“Think I about got it,” his shoulders strain beneath the black fabric. “Alright.”

He turns as he straightens his tie. Oh. He looks out of place in the button-up and slacks.

“Wow, doll,” he blinks. “You look amazing.”

You look down and tilt your head, “thanks. You got the right size.”

“It fits perfect,” he praises.

“Right, uh,” you set your bag by the door. “But won’t we get dirty on the bike?”

He chuckles. “I took care of that.”

“Ah, okay. Good,” you put the shoes down too. “You look nice too.”

“You think?” he smooths his hair and checks the mirror again. “I thought about a cut. Shoulda done it before I got out of the pen but then you wouldn’t have anything to grab onto.”

He chuckles and winks in your direction. You sit in the wooden chair and bend to put on the shoes. You make a crackly noise which could be mistaken as a laugh. This is strange. Something’s going on but you know he won’t tell you.

He faces you entirely. You look up. He puts his hands on his hips and grins.

“Sorry, I can’t stop looking. You just. Everything is so... perfect. Isn’t it?”

You sit up and make yourself nod. “Yes, Bucky.”

“You’re glad I came to get you?”

You barely keep from reacting. You smile. “Of course, Bucky. I... I’m sorry I left.”

“I know you are,” he says. “After last night... I know you told me the truth. I know you want me like I want you.” He crosses the room and stops in front of you. He cradles your head between his hands and strokes your cheek. You struggle not to quiver. “I know that after today, life’s gonna be exactly how it should be.”

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