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A Comprehensive List of Pre-21st Century Lesbian Films

There seems to be a lot of interest in older/more niche films with lesbian themes so I've been putting together this list. I'm going to keep adding to it as I find more films so feel free to let me know if I'm missing anything! Enjoy!

Quick disclaimer: Some of these films contain problematic elements such as racism, homophobia, sexism and so on. This list is not an endorsement of all these films, it is only for archival purposes. As I have not seen all these films I cannot provide accurate content warnings, so please do your own research before watching.

1880 - 1919

The Kiss (1882), Dir. Eadweard Muybridge [SHORT, SILENT, ZOOPRAXISCOPE]

Pierrette’s Escapades (1900), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, HAND TINTED]

At the Floral Ball (1900), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, HAND TINTED]

Midwife to the Upper Class (1902), Dir. Alice Guy [SHORT, SILENT, COMEDY]

The Jester’s Joke (1910), Dir. Walter R. Booth [SHORT, SILENT, COMEDY]

Zapata’s Gang (1914), Dir. Urban Gad [SILENT, CRIME, COMEDY]

Filibus (1915), Dir. Mario Roncoroni [SILENT, HEIST, ACTION]

1920-1939

Manslaughter (1922), Dir. Cecil B. Demil [SILENT, DRAMA]

The Girl in Tails (1926), Dir. Karin Swanstrom [SILENT, COMEDY]

Wings (1927), Dir. William A. Wellman [SILENT, WAR, ACTION]

Pandora’s Box (1929), Dir. G.W. Pabst [SILENT, DRAMA]

Diary of a Lost Girl (1929), Dir. G.W. Pabst [SILENT, DRAMA]

Morocco (1930), Dir. Josef von Sternberg [DRAMA, ROMANCE]

Mädchen in Uniform (1931), Dir. Leontine Sagan [DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

Queen Christina (1933), Dir. Rouben Mamoulian [DRAMA, PERIOD]

Dragnet Girl (1933), Dir. Yasujirō Ozu [CRIME]

Fukujuso (1935), Dir. Jiro Kawate [SILENT, DRAMA]

The Tomboy (1936), Dir. Jean de Limur [DRAMA]

Girls’ Club (1936), Dir. Jacques Deval [COMEDY, CRIME]

1940-1959

Jenny Lamour (1947), Dir. Henri-Georges Clouzot [CRIME, DRAMA]

Thirst (1949), Dir. Ingmar Bergman [DRAMA]

Caged (1950), Dir. John Cromwell [DRAMA]

Girl with Hyacinths (1950), Dir. Hasse Ekman [MYSTERY, NOIR]

Olivia (1951), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

No Exit (1954), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

La Garçonne (1957), Dir. Jacqueline Audry [DRAMA]

The Twilight Girls (1957), Dir. Andre Hunebelle [COMEDY, DRAMA]

Mädchen in Uniform (1958), Dir. Geza von Radvanyi [DRAMA, COMING OF AGE, REMAKE]

1960-1969

Blood and Roses (1960), Dir. Roger Vadim [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

Léon Morin, Priest (1961), Dir. Jean-Pierre Melville [DRAMA]

The Girl with the Golden Eyes (1961) Dir. Jean-Gabriel Albicocco [DRAMA]

The Children’s Hour (1961), Dir. WIlliam Wyler [DRAMA]

Walk on the Wild Side (1962), Dir. Edward Dymitrik [DRAMA]

Manji (1964), Dir. Yasuzo Masumura [DRAMA]

With Beauty and Sorrow (1965), Dir. Masahiro Shinoda [DRAMA]

Faster, Pussycat! Kill! Kill! (1965), Dir. Russ Meyer [EXPLOITATION]

Daisies (1966), Dir. Věra Chytilová [AVANT GARDE, COMEDY, DRAMA]

The Group (1966), Dir. Sidney Lumet [DRAMA]

La Religieuse (1966), Dir. Jacques Rivette [DRAMA]

Persona (1966), Dir. Ingmar Bergman [AVANT GARDE, PSYCHOLOGICAL, DRAMA]

Belle De Jour (1967), Dir. Luis Bunuel [DRAMA]

The Fox (1967), Dir. Mark Rydell [DRAMA]

Les Biches (1968), Dir. Clauthde Chabrol [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Killing of Sister George (1968), Dir. Robert Aldrich [DRAMA, EXPLOITATION]

Therese and Isabelle (1968), Dir. Radley Metzger [ROMANCE, DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Girl from Pussycat (1969), Dir. Smythe David [SEXPLOITATION]

Check to the Queen (1969), Dir. Pasquale Festa Campanile [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Others (1969), Dir. Renzo Maietto [DRAMA]

1970-1979

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders (1970), Dir. Jaromil Jires [AVANT GARDE, DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (1970), Dir. Russ Meyer [COMEDY, MUSICAL, MELODRAMA]

Midnight Virgin (1970), Dir. Shogoro Nishimura [DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Conformist (1970), Dir. Bernardo Bertolucci [POLITICAL DRAMA]

Multiple Maniacs (1970), Dir. John Waters [COMEDY]

The Dark Side of Tomorrow (1970), Dir. Jack Deerson, Barbara Peeters [DRAMA]

Nightmares Come at Night (1970), Dir. Jesús Franco [DRAMA]

The Vampire Lovers (1970), Dir. Roy Ward Baker [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

The Shiver of the Vampires (1971), Dir. Jean Rollin [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Girl Slaves of Morgana Le Fay (1971), Dir. Bruno Gantillon [EROTIC]

Daughters of Darkness (1971), Dir. Harry Kumel [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Vampyros Lesbos (1971), Dir. Jesús Franco [VAMPIRE, EXPLOITATION, EROTIC]

Daughter of Dracula (1972), Dir. Jesús Franco [VAMPIRE, EROTIC]

Intimate Confessions of a Chinese Courtesan (1972), Dir. Chor Yuen [MARTIAL ARTS, DRAMA, EROTIC]

The Bitter Tears of Petra von Kant (1972), Dir. Rainer Werner Fassbinder [DRAMA]

The Beguines (1972), Dir. Guy Casaril [DRAMA, EROTIC]

Don Juan or If Don Juan Were a Woman (1973), Dir. Roger Vadim [DRAMA, EROTIC]

Lemora: A Child’s Tale of the Supernatural (1974), Dir. Richard Blackburn [HORROR, COMING OF AGE]

Vampyres (1974), Dir. Jose Ramon Larraz [VAMPIRE, EXPLOITATION, EROTIC]

Foxy Brown (1974), Dir. Jack Hill [BLAXPLOITATION, ACTION]

Je Tu Il Elle (1974), Dir. Chantal Ackerman [DRAMA]

Black Emanuelle (1975), Dir. Bitto Albertini [SEXPLOITATION]

Successive Slidings of Pleasure (1974), Dir. Alain Robbe-Grillet [HORROR, AVANT GARDE, EROTIC]

Picnic At Hanging Rock (1975), Dir. Peter Weir [MYSTERY, DRAMA]

Word Is Out: Stories of Some of Our Lives (1977), Dir. Mariposa Film Group, et. al [DOCUMENTARY]

Bilitis (1977), Dir. David Hamilton [EROTIC]

Alucarda (1977), Dir. Juan López Moctezuma [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EXPLOITATION]

Fascination (1979), Dir. Jean Rollin [VAMPIRE, HORROR, EROTIC]

See Here My Love (1979), Dir. Hugo Santiago [MYSTERY, DRAMA]

1980-1989

Simone Barbes or Virtue (1980), Dir. Marie-Claude Treilhou [DRAMA]

Personal Best (1982), Dir. Robert Towne [SPORTS, DRAMA]

Scrubbers (1982), Dir. Mai Zetterling [DRAMA]

The Living Dead Girl (1982), Dir. Jean Rollin [ZOMBIE, HORROR]

Audience (1982), Dir. Barbara Hammer [DOCUMENTARY]

The Hunger (1983), Dir. Tony Scott [VAMPIRE]

Lianna (1983), Dir. John Sayles [DRAMA]

La Pirate (1984), Dir. Jacques Doillon [DRAMA]

Desert Hearts (1985), Dir. Donna Deitch [ROMANCE, DRAMA]

Anne Trister (1986), Dir. Lea Pool [DRAMA]

Kamikaze Hearts (1986), Dir. Juliet Bashore [DOCUFICTION]

Working Girls (1986), Dir. Lizzie Borden [DRAMA]

I’ve Heard the Mermaids Singing (1987), Dir. Patricia Rozema [COMEDY]

No No Nooky T.V. (1987), Dir. Barbara Hammer [COMEDY, SHORT]

1990-1999

The Company of Strangers (1990) Dir. Cynthia Scott [DOCUFICTION]

Women Like Us (1990), Dir. Suzanne Neild [DOCUMENTARY]

Salmonberries (1991), Dir. Percy Adlon [DRAMA]

Thelma & Louise (1991), Dir. Ridley Scott [CRIME, DRAMA]

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992), Dir. David Lynch [HORROR, AVANT GARDE]

Nitrate Kisses (1992), Dir. Barbara Hammer [DOCUMENTARY]

Flaming Ears (1992), Dir. A. Hans Scheirl, Dietmar Schipek, and Ursula Pürrer [AVANT GARDE, SCI-FI]

Forbidden Love (1992), Dir. Lynne Fernie, Aerlyn Weismann [DOCUFICTION]

Fresh Kill (1994), Dir. Shu Lea Cheang [SCI-FI, AVANT GARDE]

Heavenly Creatures (1994), Dir. Peter Jackson [CRIME, THRILLER, BIOPIC]

Go Fish (1994), Dir. Rose Troche [COMEDY, DRAMA, ROMANCE]

The Maidens of Heavenly Mountains (1994), Dir. Andy Chin Wing-Keung [WUXIA]

The Celluloid Closet (1995), Dir. Rob Epstein & Jeffrey Friedman [DOCUMENTARY]

The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love (1995), Dir. Maria Maggenti [COMEDY, DRAMA]

When Night is Falling (1995), Dir. Patricia Rozema [DRAMA]

Live Nude Girls (1995), Dir. Julianna Lavin [COMEDY]

BloodSisters: Leather, Dykes, and Sadomasochism (1995), Dir. Michelle Handelman [DOCUMENTARY]

Bound (1996), Dir. The Wachowskis [CRIME, THRILLER]

The Watermelon Woman (1996), Dir. Cheryl Dunye [ROMANCE, DRAMA, COMEDY]

Everything Relative (1996), Dir. Sharon Pollack [COMEDY, DRAMA]

Irma Vep (1996), Dir. Olivier Assayas [DRAMA]

Nowhere (1997), Dir. Gregg Araki [BLACK COMEDY, DRAMA]

Gia (1998), Dir. Michael Cristopher [BIOPIC]

High Art (1998), Dir. Lisa Cholodenko [DRAMA]

Election (1999), Dir. Alexander Payne [COMEDY]

Better Than Chocolate (1999), Dir. Anne Wheeler [ROMANCE, COMEDY]

Being John Malkovich (1999), Dir. Spike Jonze [COMEDY, FANTASY]

But I’m A Cheerleader (1999), Dir. Jamie Babbit [ROMANCE, COMEDY]

Adolescence of Utena (1999), Dir. Kunihiko Ikuhara [ANIME, DRAMA, COMING OF AGE]

#lesbian #wlw #dykeposting #sapphic #lesbian history #lesbian art #lesbian film #lgbt history #lgbt film #gay film #compilation #silent film #early lesbian film #film history #archival

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felassan · 5 months ago

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Thread: Sylvia Feketekuty on the influences of Emmrich and the Mourn Watch

The rest of this post is under a cut due to length and possible spoilers.

Sylvia Feketekuty: "I think I've gotten to most people’s questions, and I promised I'd talk about influences on Emmrich and the Mourn Watch before wrapping this up. So here we go! It took me while to figure out Emmrich's character voice. I'm happy with where I landed, but he was a tough one. A few books helped me out. MR James' Collected Ghost Stories (1890-1930) My favourite ghost stories of all time. James excels at building dread, at writing people finding strange things in books, or around the corner, or in the old lane at night."

"He was also an antiquarian and a scholar at Cambridge. I wanted Emmrich and the Watchers to feel formal, but not like they were from another epoch. James’ language, polished by a rich academic career, was an excellent benchmark for 'older, but not ancient'. E.g.: if using contractions was appropriate for James' time, it was appropriate for Emmrich. It freed me up, mentally speaking, to deploy them whenever they improved cadence or flow. Thomas Ligotti's Songs of a Dead Dreamer Fellow Ligotti fans may already be thinking Emmrich doesn't really share the philosophy underpinning Ligotti's work, and they’re right. However!"

"Songs of a Dead Dreamer is filled with fantastical imagery that’s a bit lusher than that found in Ligotti's later works. It was really good at bringing to mind the kind of moody, expansive dreamscapes I think our necromancer mentally occupies. It’s from a different book (Noctuary), but Ligotti’s “The Spectral Estate” also merits a mention. If you plunked it down in front of Emmrich to read, he’d know exactly what it was on about. The Romantic poets (or any poetry on similar themes: overpowering swells of emotion, the grandeur and awe of nature, love and loss and grief.) Palgrave's Golden Treasury was usually in reach."

"If I was in a jam, or psyching myself up for a scene, sometimes I’d read a few poems to get into the proper head space. Or just for the pleasure of it. Poems are great! Please take a link to Shelley's "A Dream of the Unknown", one of my favourites. [link] I also read a few books by morticians and funerary directors. A friend lent me Smoke Gets in your Eyes and From Here to Eternity by Caitlin Doughty (probably the most famous mortician on the internet?) I also checked out Nine Years Under: Coming of Age in an Inner-city Funeral Home by Sheri Booker."

"These books were full of lessons about how people react to death, how different cultures treat it, how anger and grieving express differently but come from the same wellspring. Very humane looks at how we deal with loss and other people. Moving on to non-books: My First Cadaver, a podcast of stories from medical students and medical professionals."

"I listened to a few episodes My First Cadaver, and there were some incredible tales in there. Gross (I could never be a doctor) but incredible. And I was struck by was how much students working on donated cadavers got attached to them. I can’t remember if it was in MFC or not, but there was one story about a medical student introducing his date to the cadaver he was working on like she was a beloved aunt. It was very sweet! Peter Cushing in Horror of Dracula (1958) and The Curse of Frankenstein (1957) These films are filled with handsome costumes, ominous sets, and the oversized passions I associate with gothic melodrama. Cushing's perfect in them."

"His portrayals of Van Helsing and Baron Frankenstein are brisk, determined, obsessive, and brimming with energy; they’re scholars who are experts in their field, yet still men of action. They felt like natural touchstones for a professor suddenly called to grand adventure. I also ended up reading Cushing's memoirs. In a bit of strange synchronicity, there were similarities between his life and traits I'd already decided to give Emmrich. Cushing came from a working-class family, had an intense phobia (his was of the dark), was vegetarian, and so on. I'd had no idea."

"(Humans tend to pattern-match, but it was a little eerie.) A side note: I've seen people speculate Emmrich was based off of Vincent Price. There’s a bit of the good Mr. Price in there, but Cushing got to play more heroic roles than he did. He felt more right to me. A second side note: did you know Vincent Price was a gourmand who loved to entertain? He and his wife Mary put out a beautiful cooking book, A Treasury of Great Recipes, filled with warm and charming commentary. If you're interested in that kind thing, highly recommended!"

"One influence when I was pitching the Memorial Gardens to the rest of the team was Swan Point cemetery in Rhode Island. It's where Lovecraft was buried, and like many a Weird Tales nerd before me, I was curious and wanted to see it."

"I wasn't prepared for was how lush the plants and flowers were, and how beautifully landscaped everything there is. Swan Point is a historical burial place, and also a carefully tended garden and arboretum. It stunned me. I'd never been in a cemetery like it. Emmrich complains about Hezenkoss making him play complicated wargames when they were students, and that one in particular had three separate rulebooks."

"I've seen people guess whether I was referencing D&D or Warhammer 40K. D&D was formative, and I know a frankly embarrassing amount about WH40K at this point (No regrets. Necrons and Admech 4-ever.*) But the origin is even sillier. *Why yes, Mechanicus 2 IS my most anticipated upcoming game. I used to own the first edition of a board game called Mansions of Madness, and was supposed to learn the rules so I could lead my friends through it. But come the day, I’d procrastinated, and was running short on time."

"Fantasy Flight's previous game in the same vein was Arkham Horror, and AH is not a simple game. But I remember being hopeful, as I peeled the shrinkwrap off, that maybe MoM would be easier to learn than AH. Have streamlined rules, or fewer things to remember. Then the top popped off, and three separate rulebooks fell out and slithered to the floor. (The DAV game’s not meant to be MoM, but the absurdity of that moment stuck with me.) (It's not the game's fault, by any means, that I was unprepared, and the session went as well as it could have with me flipping through the books going "Okay wait...hold on...I think that was here...no, wait.") The Nevarran hazelnut torte recipe is actually a family recipe from my grandmother, on my father's side. I’m beyond delighted people have actually made it. (Our recipe uses metric measurements, but the DA style guide uses imperial, so I was worried about the conversion. Looks like it went okay.)"

"On my mother's side of the family: my grandmother cooked and cleaned for a living, and my grandfather was a butcher. He passed away before I was born, and my grandmother when I was very young. So I gave Emmrich’s parents those professions as a little nod to the grandmother I only knew very little, and the grandfather I never met at all. I would’ve liked time with them both. And to end on a lighter note, "Ever thought of becoming a hat person?" is an extremely oblique reference to a line spoken to one of gaming's greatest characters: Murray, the demon skull from Curse of Monkey Island. (Curse is the first Monkey Island game I ever played, and therefore my favourite.)"

"Small bonus: here’s the music I listened to most while working on Emmrich and the Watchers. Some of it probably only makes sense to me, some of it seems thematically obvious. (I don’t have Spotify so best I can do is an itunes screenshot.)"

"Not on the screenshot because I changed PCs halfway through, but I also listened to a lot of music from Cryo Chamber, a great dark ambient label. [link] And their sister label, Cryo Crypt, which does "Dark Fantasy Dungeon Synth." [link] And also Allicorn IS on the screenshot but I think I've listened to his stuff on every game I've worked on by now. [link]"

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Bonus: follow-up comments and exchanges -

User: "I KNEW the torte was somebody’s family recipe!!" // Sylvia: "My only regret is that the icing was originally a stove-boiled icing made with eggs and chocolate and butter emulsified together. I couldn't get it working, however, these past few years. I think we lost some crucial part of the steps when trying to write out a clean copy. So I went with ganache for the game, because I didn't want to print something that didn't work, and I've used ganache myself. It's good! But I'm going to try to replicate the original again one day." [source, two] // User: "I noticed that sometimes, ingredients doesn't react the way they used to and part of that is probably due to some "industrial" changes in the recipe for ingredients like chocolate or butter to cut the cost of making them, imho. It's sad because it means we lost a very specific way to do things..." // Sylvia: "Yeah, that was the first thing a friend who bakes a lot suggested. I wonder if I was a victim of "Buttergate" when Canadian cows were being fed so much palm oil butter was harder to spread as a result. After a long search, I found a local place that makes butter that actually tastes good, which is an incredibly sad sentence to have to type out." [source, two]

Sylvia, re: Vincent Price being a gourmand and his cooking book: "It's extremely cool. My library had a copy and I remember it being pretty big, too." [source]

User: "I was following this thread and I'm delighted about all of these facts and information. Thank you for sharing!" // Sylvia: "Aw thank you! And thanks for reading, it was nice to unpack all the stuff kicking around my mental attic." [source]

User, re: MFC: "Sorry to post again but this one got me- my mom is a doc, and i remember her telling me stories of the cadaver she worked on (evidence of different surgeries she had, the cancer she had, etc), and mom always ended her stories saying how thankful she was to her. It really does stick around." // Sylvia: "No need to apologize, I liked hearing about your mom's reaction! It's exactly what I kept hearing and reading about, a sense of reverence for the gift." [source]

Sylvia: ""The irony that I had to convert the measurements back to metric" Haha. I tried to get as close as I could. Here's the written down metric version of the cake batter. It's an older recipe so I had to try to guess what a "knife tip" ended up as." [source]

A user on the torte being a family recipe: "Oh my gosh 🥹 that makes it all even lovelier!" // Sylvia: "Thanks! I was really excited to share the family recipe, it's a bit of work but it's one of my favorites." [source]

A user under the post about MR James' Collected Ghost Stories: "So you're probably the one behind the mysterious bronze whistle, I take it?" // Sylvia: "Haha, guilty. Cameron Harris, our editor, helped me figure out a phonetic guide to the latin. (If it fails anywhere it's very likely my fault.)" [source]

User: "As an avid Emmrich lover & someone trying to write some Emmrich POVs in my Emrook fanfictions, I can not thank you ENOUGH for this wealth of info / music inspo to go off of" // Sylvia: "Thank you! (Seriously though some of those songs probably only make sense to me, they're not all thematically on point, but some are. Hope you enjoy!)" [source]

User: "As another "needs a million hours of droning ambient music to write" writer I appreciate these greatly" // Sylvia: "We both have good taste! 🎶" [source]

User: "Thank you for writing out this list!! Peter Cushing makes so much sense as an influence. I love the variety of media here, it gives me so much new stuff to check out!" // Sylvia: "Thank you for reading! If you do check out some of this stuff, hope you enjoy!" [source]

Sylvia: "thanks so much, and for reading the thread! It was fun to write." [source]

User: "Thank you for sharing these books!I was looking for a good ghost book" // Sylvia: "Thanks! Hope you enjoy James. "Oh, Whistle, and I'll Come to You, My Lad" was the first story of his I read and I'll never forget that experience." [source] // Sylvia: "I just love the mood James could create, so much." [source]

User: "ELECTRIC SIX MENTION" // Sylvia: "My greatest favorites, now and forever." [source]

Sylvia: "Please archive away, I am intent on deleting the account eventually but it'd be nice to know people could look this stuff up later if they're curious. (Future generations need to know which Atrium Carceri tracks I listened to!)" [source]

User: "Amongst many things, not the least of which is the gratitude and delight of having your fantastic insight into the writing process of Emmrich, my grandmother’s hazelnut torte is fantastically close to the Nevarran version which was a delightful discovery." // Sylvia: "Ah now nice. I assume she was also central/eastern European then? I suspect it was a popular recipe at a certain time." [source]

User: "As an ex-mortician turned game writer, this was a FASCINATING read!" // Sylvia: "Haha, I definitely took inspiration from morticians! (Thank you for checking it out, that thread got long)" [source]

User: "ATRIUM CARCERI - Such a perfect band for the Mourn Watch!" // Sylvia: "I stumbled on Atrium Carceri when I was a student, and there's happily so much dark ambient available now, but Simon Heath's particular vibe can't be beat." [source]

User: "Rockefeller Street is just like that, man. It's sticky." // Sylvia: "Yes! It's so good, it just hits a certain mood dead center." [source]

Sylvia: "Ginkys of BlueSky has created a Spotify list of the music I listened to when writing Emmrich and the Watchers! Almost everything's on there. Thank you Ginkys. (FYI: Not everything I listened to matches the MW vibe, sometimes it was just a song that got stuck in my head for a few weeks.) - [link]" [source]

User: "I appreciate Replay being on here so muuuuch" // Sylvia: "My favorite song on the album! Though 911 was also real solid." [source]

User: "Love that there's Lady Gaga" // Sylvia: "Friend just sent me Abracadabra, I'm excited for the Gothic Camp here." [source]

Sylvia, about the torte recipe: "If it's useful, here's the full thing in metric. WARNING: Last two times I tried this cooked icing, it failed. I'm not sure whether I miscopy a crucial step, or if changes to local butter were the culprit. Either way, proceed with caution. A ganache is way safer, and very similar." [source]

^ User: "Thank you! That's helpful. I haven't baked many cakes before so I'll do some research about icing/ganache before trying. Hopefully looking at local (Swedish) recipes will give me a hint of what to be careful with." // Sylvia: "Ganache is SUPER simple (you basically heat cream and pour it over chopped chocolate), so I lean even more towards recommending you go with that instead of the cooked icing. Hope you the baking." [source]

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#dragon age: the veilguard #dragon age the veilguard spoilers #dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #long post #longpost

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 2 months ago

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hey 12 Angry Men is free to watch on youtube rn (hopefully everywhere and not just in my country) and I recommend every single one of you watch this piece of cinematic history because it is. quite frankly. fucking alarming how relevant it still is

it's also just an absolute banger of a film

if you've never heard of this gem, it's about 12 jurors deciding the fate of one young man who is accused of killing his father, 11 jurors believe he's guilty, one juror thinks it's possible he could be innocent, what follows is an hour and a half of one compassionate man gradually breaking down racial and class prejudice to change the minds of everyone in this room one by one

this is a movie from 1957 that if made today would be considered Aggressively Woke

the rants of the most ornery and small minded characters could be quoted word for word on a racist relative's facebook page, their language has not changed in almost 70 years, and it's treated as absolutely abhorrent by the narrative

each of the 12 jurors is a unique character with a distinct personality and their own reasons and perspectives for their choices to vote innocent or guilty and each have to be convinced in different ways to change their mind, they may be prejudiced or ignorant or just completely indifferent, some are easier to sway than others, some stand by their choice for logical reasons and some by pure stubborness

if you have an hour and a half to spare, I cannot recommend this movie enough

#12 angry men #movies #Youtube

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wutbju · 6 months ago

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Joyce Alexander, BJU Class of 1957.

Joyce (Sibbersen) Alexander passed away at the age of ninety on November 3, 2024.

Joyce was a beloved wife, mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Joyce was born October 23, 1934, in Plainwell, MI. She graduated from Bob Jones University in 1957 and received her master’s degree from Florida State University in 1960. Joyce was an energetic and loving teacher. From 1961-2001, she taught mathematics at Bob Jones Academy. She and her husband, Jerry were faithful church members of Hampton Park Baptist Church. She loved to sew and on her retirement from teaching took up quilting. Her goal in life was to serve her savior, Jesus Christ, in all that she did. Her goal was well met.

Joyce is survived by her daughter, Donna, two granddaughters, Robin, and Katie, and great-grandson, Willelm. She is also survived by a host of “adopted” children and grandchildren who also claimed her as Grandma.

Joyce was preceded in death by her husband, Jerry and her two sons, Timothy and Thomas, as well as her parents, Merrill, and Ruth (Minar) Sibbersen and her brother James Sibbersen.

Visitation for Joyce will be held on Thursday, November 7 from 5:00 - 7:00 PM at Mackey Funerals and Cremations, 1 Pine Knoll Dr, Greenville, SC 29609. A Memorial Service will take place on Friday, November 8 at 11:15 AM at Hampton Park Baptist Church, 875 State Park Road, Greenville, SC 29609.

In lieu of flowers please consider a donation to the Wilds Christian Camp of NC. Joyce loved the Wilds, and the yearly family camp was one of her great joys. Donations can be made at http://wilds.org/donate/

#Bob Jones University #BJU Alumni Association #Obituary #BJU Hall of Fame #Joyce Sibbersen Alexander #Class of 1957

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literaryvein-reblogs · 7 months ago

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More Words for Sex Scenes

love (Old English–) - Sexual desire or lust, esp. as a physiological instinct; amorous sexual activity, sexual intercourse. To make love.

play (Old English–) - Sexual activity or dalliance; foreplay; amorous recreation.

touch (a1400–1922) - Sexual contact or activity, esp. viewed as sinful or corrupting; an instance of sexual touching; an act of physical intimacy. Obsolete.

chamber work (c1450–1694) - Sexual activity. Obsolete.

venery (1497–) - The practice or pursuit of sexual pleasure; indulgence of sexual desire.

bedroll (?1552–1696) - A roll of bedding; a list of deeds or things; spec. a list of one’s sexual partners. Obsolete…

bed-glee (1582) ⚜ bed-game (1596)

fiddling (1622–) - Fussy trifling; petty adjustment or alteration.

twatting (1893) - Sexual intercourse or activity. Obsolete. rare.

sexual relations (1897–) - Sexual contact or activity, esp. sexual intercourse.

fun time (1905–)

massage (1906–) - euphemistic (originally U.S.). Sexual services, esp. as advertised by prostitutes.

sex play (1922–) - a. A drama about sex, or having sexual content; b. play having a sexual nature, spec. sexual activity that does not involve intercourse.

action (c1930–) - colloquial (originally U.S.). Sexual activity.

hanky-panky (1939–) - Sexual activity or dalliance, esp. of a surreptitious nature.

making-out (1957–)

lumber (1966–) - a. Amorous or sexual play. b. A person regarded as a prospective sexual partner; a casual pick-up, a date.

how's your father (1968–) - euphemistic. Sexual activity; sexual intercourse.

mifky-pifky (1985–) - Sexual activity, flirting (esp. of an illicit nature).

hootchy-kootchy (1986–) - slang. Sexual intercourse; (occasionally) sexual activity. Sometimes euphemistic.

SEXUAL PARTNER

sleeping partner (?1456–)

screw (1725–) - coarse slang. A woman with whom a person has sexual intercourse; a sexual partner; esp. (in earlier use) a prostitute.

sexual partner (1847–) - A person who or animal which engages in sexual intercourse with another.

shack-job (1946–)

shack-up (1969–) - A partner in cohabitation or sexual intercourse.

CASUAL

companion (1684–) - A short-term sexual partner; (now) esp. a person hired to act as such; an escort.

trick (1925–) - A casual sexual partner; usually spec. a prostitute's client. slang (originally and chiefly U.S.).

rough trade (1927–) - A rough or working-class man sought, and sometimes paid, as a casual sexual partner by a more privileged or affluent man (or occasionally a woman).

fuck buddy (1973–) - coarse slang (originally U.S.). A friend or acquaintance with whom a person (regularly) engages in sexual intercourse without the expectation of a romantic relationship.

INVITATION

proposition (1937–) - Originally U.S. A proposal or invitation to engage in sexual activity, esp. of a casual or illicit nature; a sexual advance or ‘pass’.

booty call (1993–) - A visit made to a person for the (sole) purpose of having sexual intercourse; an invitation to have sexual intercourse.

POSITIONS

position (1883–) - A particular posture adopted during sexual intercourse.

knee-chest position (1935–)

missionary position (1948–) - A position for sexual intercourse in which a woman lies underneath a man, facing him.

doggy position (1975–) - A sexual position in which one partner (who is usually on hands and knees) is penetrated from behind by the other partner; cf. doggy style, adv.

cowgirl (1993–) - A position for sexual intercourse in which a woman sits astride a man, facing him. Cf. reverse cowgirl, n.

reverse cowgirl (1993–) - A position for sexual intercourse in which a woman sits astride a man, facing away from him.

ERECTION

elevation (1543) - spec. = erection, n. Obsolete.

erection (1594–) - Physiology. The action of making rigid any bodily organ containing erectile tissue.

standing (1598–1654) - coarse slang. An erection of the penis. Obsolete.

tentigo (a1603–) - An attack of priapism, an erection; lecherousness, lust.

Jack (1604–) - slang. Also (and in earliest use) in plural. The penis, especially when erect; an erection. Now rare.

stand (1608–) - coarse slang. An erection of the penis.

fratration (1666) - Inflation of seminary vessels

surgation (1688) - Erection.

tent pole (1889–) - figurative and in figurative contexts. slang. An erection of the penis beneath clothing, sheets, etc., humorous.

cockstand (c1890–) - coarse slang (now somewhat archaic). An erection of the penis.

hard-on (1898–) - An erection of the penis.

hard (1927–) - slang (originally and chiefly U.S.). = hard-on, n.

boner (1936–) - slang (originally U.S.). An erection of the penis. Hence figurative: a strong attraction to or state of excitement about something specified.

hard up (1937–) - slang. = hard-on. Now rare.

half-mast (1963–) - colloquial. With reference to the penis: the state of being partially erect. Chiefly in at half mast.

bone-on (1969–) - An erection of the penis; = hard-on, n.

stiffy (1983–) - slang. An erection. Cf. hard-on, n.

morning-glory (1985–) - British slang. An erection on awakening, esp. one resulting from a full bladder. Cf. piss-proud, adj.

ORGASM

happy ending (1748–) - a. An ending in a novel, play, etc., in which the plot achieves a happy resolution (esp. by marriage, continued good health, etc.).

orgasm (1754–) - Originally: a surge of sexual excitement; the rut; oestrus. In later use: sexual climax; the highest point of sexual excitement.

spending (1856–79) - Obsolete slang. An orgasm; an ejaculation.

climax (1873–) - The highest point of sexual excitement, characterized by intense sensation.

Big O (1931–) - a. U.S. Railways a railroad conductor (now rare); b. originally U.S. an orgasm (usually with the).

EJACULATION

emission (1646–) - Physiology. = Latin emissio seminis.

spending (1856–79) - Obsolete slang. An orgasm; an ejaculation.

ejaculation (1888–) - The sudden ejection or emission (of seed, fluids, etc.) from the animal or vegetable system. spec. the discharging of the male sperm.

coming (1966–) - slang. The action or an act of ejaculating or achieving orgasm. Also (and in earliest use) in plural: ejaculated semen.

SEXUAL GRATIFICATION

fleshlihood (c1440–49) - Fleshly state or condition, fleshliness, gratification of the flesh.

pleasure (?a1450–) - The indulgence of physical, esp. sexual, desires or appetites; sensual or sexual gratification; to take one's pleasure: to have sexual intercourse.

pleasure of the flesh (?a1475–) - Pleasure or pleasures derived from physical, esp. sexual, indulgence.

ass (a1916–) - Sexual intercourse or satisfaction. Also (offensive): a woman or women considered as a source of this.

afterglow (1928–) - spec. A warm or pleasant feeling experienced after sexual intercourse.

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Insufferable

Street!Racer Natalie Scatorccio x Fem reader

Warnings: mentions of a previous crash. and idk silly douchebags?

A/N: Wrote this bc of @natorccios 😔 who unfortunately got me sucked into the world of cars

She was insufferable the day she came into your life. The garage smelled like motor oil, burnt rubber, and someone’s questionable cologne. you stood with your arms crossed, regretting every decision that led you to this underground race lot on a Thursday night. The LED lights above flickered once before buzzing into silence, like they too were over it.

“Tell me again why I’m here?” you asked, glancing at Lottie, who looked entirely too relaxed leaning against her sleek black Ferrari like it hadn’t cost more than most people’s tuition.

“Because you love me,” Lottie grinned, eyes glinting. “And because you seriously need to get out more.”

You raised a brow. “Your idea of getting out is… street racing?”

Lottie shrugged. “Controlled chaos. It clears the head.”

“Sounds like a rich person thing.”

Before Lottie could defend herself, a rev of an engine interrupted them, sharp and snarling, like it was announcing royalty. Another car rolled up beside Lottie’s Ferrari, a red car, low to the ground, and loud in the way that said I want attention and I will get it.

The girl who stepped out of it was all attitude and leather. Her hair was platinum blonde, and her eyes electric blue. She was beautiful.

She had a smug smile and as Lottie would say had hands that moved like they knew what torque felt like, what a carburetor could take, and how far she could push until something broke. Her eyes landed on you like they were scanning a machine. One glance, and she was already calculating.

“Nat,” Lottie called, already grinning. “This is y/n. My friend I was telling you about! The business comms partner. Y/n, this is Natalie. The reckless idiot I let race my car when I’m feeling generous.”

Natalie gave a mock salute. “Reckless winner, thanks.”

You didn’t move from where you stood, something about her attitude left you feeling unimpressed. You nodded. “Cool.”

Natalie blinked, clearly thrown by the dry greeting. “That’s it?”

Your eyes narrowed, “I’m not great with introductions.”

“You’re not great with enthusiasm, either,” Natalie said, voice teasing. “You look like you’d rather be at a library than talk to me.”

“I would. Libraries don’t smell like engine grease and ego.”

Lottie nearly choked on her laugh. Throwing her arm around your shoulder like she always did. You were pulled in close, your arms still crossed but now the smell of Lottie’s very expensive designer fragrance was stronger than the gasoline in the air.

Natalie tilted her head, clearly amused eyes not leaving yours. Not even fazed by the sudden burst of physical touch from Lottie the way most girls and boys were. “And what if I told you this ego’s about to win me another six grand and the best street cred on the East Coast?”

“I’d say your priorities sound exhausting,” You deadpanned.

There was a beat of silence before Natalie grinned wider, like she’d just found her next puzzle. “You’re fun.”

“I’m not.”

“She is fun.” Lottie interjects, you glare at her.

“I bet you are when you’re not glaring at people like they just stepped on your soul.” Natalie suggests.

“Still not fun.”

Natalie leaned in a little, undeterred. “Tell you what. If I win this race, I’m taking you out. One date. Just coffee, so you don’t think I’ll try to murder you.”

You raised a brow. “And if you lose?”

“I drive you to class for a month. Full chauffeur service. I’ll even carry your books like it’s 1957.”

“You’re serious.”

Natalie smiled. “Very.”

You didn’t answer right away. You looked at the car, then back at Natalie. She was all smirk and swagger and arms crossed like she was born to be too much.

“You’re not my type,” You said finally.

“Lucky for me,” Natalie replied, stepping back toward the driver’s side door, “I’m everyone’s type eventually.”

The engine roared to life.

You watched her peel off toward the starting line, your heart doing something it shouldn’t have. Lottie removed her arm from your shoulder and nudged your arm, biting back a grin.

“Admit it,” she whispered getting close to your face. “You’re intrigued.”

“Doesn’t matter she’s going to lose,” you muttered.

Lottie snorted. “No, she’s not.”

And when Natalie revved the engine again, eyes locking with yours through the windshield, cocky and gleaming — you realized something horrible.

You might want her to win. And when she did win you couldn’t help but feel…intrigued and almost excited to go on a date with this cocky jackass of a girl.

The more she came into your life the more you couldn’t help but feel inclined to like her. She tried so hard. At every turn you friendzoned, ignore and shut her down. She sent flower arrangements, called to check up on you. Would pick you up from your classes even when you said you’d just take the bus home.

She’d buy you dinner or somehow miraculously be at the same parties Lottie dragged you to. She was persistent as hell. And it became endearing the way she sounded so nonchalant talking to you. Held herself loosely. Eyes almost disinterested.

Yet she touched you with so much intention. She did things that were well so chalant. Natalie did everything she knew that showed she was the most interested in you.

It was a walking contradiction. And for some reason you couldn’t help but say yes to her when she asked you out again. You couldn’t help but kiss her back when she leaned into you.

You couldn’t stop the yes that tumbled out of your lips when she asked you to be her girlfriend. She had in her own unpolished way won you over.

You learned a lot about the girl in the next months. She was obsessed with three things. Weed. You. And her damn car. She was in trade school to be a mechanical engineer. So her school work and schedule was significantly different than yours.

She wanted to build cars like her dad did before he died. It was very big deal for her. She lived for the thrill of driving.

You didn’t know a lot about cars before dating her. That changed quickly, all she ever did was point out cars and ramble about the make, and the design model, and the engine. You had all this random information on cars you never thought you’d have.

So you knew her car was a red 96 pontiac firebird. You knew it because she named the car Sally. And Sally was always going to be the other woman of your relationship. You learned to live with it.

What made loving Natalie the way you do hard was the fucking races. The races that left you stressed beyond belief. It never was like this before. But that was until the accident.

And it brought to life just how dangerous it all was to you. What Natalie did was different. It was hard and she was damn good at it. But she wasn’t perfect. And she wasn’t unbreakable.

If Natalie was a calculated racer like Lottie you’d feel differently. But no Natalie knew how to push her car to the very line toeing impossible. She took risks. Big risks. And it left you sick to your stomach.

There were moments you wished you ended up with Lottie. Kind, gentle, like a soft glimmer of a lake at sunset. She would quit if you asked her to. You knew it.

Natalie was all passion, the raging wave of the ocean sea, pushing and pulling everything into its orbit. Including you. And you could never even consider telling her to quit. It would be like asking Nat not to breathe.

So there you stood just past the line, arms crossed, heart in your throat, stomach churning like you’d swallowed a whole fucking blender. Being as supportive as you can with a danger junkie girlfriend. The roar of engines vibrated in your bones, but all you could hear was Sally — that throaty growl you could pick out in a lineup of a hundred cars.

Sally took her place, and Natalie slid into the driver’s seat like she was slipping into bed. Like she belonged there. Like it wasn’t her death she was flirting with every damn time.

She had one hand on the wheel, other flipping off someone across the lot. A cigarette tucked behind her ear. That ridiculous grin on her face like this wasn’t a race that could get her killed — like it was a game. Just another Tuesday.

The flag dropped.

You barely remembered to breathe.

They took off so fast it knocked the breath out of you. Tires screamed. The pack veered dangerously close, too close, jostling, clawing for space on a street that wasn’t wide enough for this much ego and engine.

But Natalie? Natalie made it look like ballet. She slid between two cars like she’d been born for it, dipped into a turn so tight you were sure she’d roll.

You looked away.

Couldn’t fucking watch.

You tasted bile and asphalt in your throat, fingers digging into your arms, holding yourself together like that might somehow keep her from flying straight into a light pole.

Someone shouted.

Cheered.

You turned just in time to see Sally cross the finish line, Natalie leaning half her torso out the window, whooping like a maniac, throwing up devil horns with one hand.

She parked sloppy, all screech and spin, like the victory lap was just a part of the thrill. The car barely stopped moving before she was out, wild-eyed and grinning, sweat and oil on her jawline, and somehow still the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen.

“Baby!” she yelled, like nothing had happened. Like you hadn’t aged five years in the last sixty seconds.

You didn’t even get a word out before she was on you, yanking you into her, arms around your waist, lips crashing into yours so fast it made your teeth clack.

She tasted like smoke and adrenaline.

The kiss broke with her forehead pressed to yours, her breath still ragged from the high. She looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that could ever calm her down — which was fucking ironic, because she’d just lit your nervous system on fire.

She leaned you against the hood of Sally, pulled her cigarette from behind her ear and lit it one-handed, still grinning. She could see your face.

Paler than normal, your eyes watching all the other cars begin to fan out. Lip slightly aggravated from bitting it too hard. The way you always do when you’re nervous. Natalie loved that you cared, but she wish you didn’t worry so much.

“You gotta lighten up,” she said through a drag, voice hoarse. “I’m a professional, babe.” She said it softly with reassurance.

You didn’t answer. Just closed your eyes and let your forehead rest against her shoulder. Tried not to think about why your heart was racing. Or the image of her car on fire, Natalie being pulled out of the wreckage bright flames dancing along her back.

Your throat dried up. And you just held her tighter. Forcing your teary eyes to calm down. Because Natalie is fine and she’s a professional. She’s in your arms and you can hear her heartbeat.

Natalie’s head rested onto of your gently. Her hand rubbing your back in circular motions. “Sally did such a good job tonight. I’m gonna have to detail her tomorrow.” She mumbled absentmindedly.

You rolled your eyes thankful for the change in conversation. “Yeah well just don’t forget to pick me up with your girlfriend.”

Natalie laughed, “I won’t forget baby. Me and Sally take care of our girl.”

The sun was too bright for how late you’d stayed up, your brain fried from both lectures and the whiplash of loving Natalie too much with the way you stayed up for her races. You were halfway down the steps from your last class, textbooks wedged under your arm, and there she was.

Leaning against Sally, cigarette dangling from her lips, sunglasses low on her nose, that too-cool-to-care pose like she hadn’t almost killed herself twenty hours ago.

You watched as your classmates eyed her like a museum exhibit. Like they’d never seen someone as hot. Which fair. Your girlfriend was hot. Arms cross, nursing a cigarette, wearing that damn leather jacket the sleeves rolled up, white tank top underneath , and too big jeans.

She was so beautiful.

And your favorite part was the feeling was mutual. She looked you up and down like she hadn’t seen you in a week, like she was already planning on wrecking whatever outfit you were wearing.

You smiled soft, involuntary.

And that’s when the frat guy stopped you.

Some business major with a backwards cap and a too-practiced smile. “Hey, Y/n, right? From ethics? I, uh, missed the notes from last Thursday…”

You blinked, pausing before sighing. You didn’t want to blow him off. What if you need notes next time…reluctantly you look at him. “Oh, sure. Yeah, I can send them to you.”

He smiled, a kind smile. But stepped in just a little too close. You frowned at the sudden action. Your shoulders tensing. He said something about buying you coffee in return. His hand lifted, casual like it was nothing, and he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You froze for a second, caught off guard. And then like second nature pointed across the parking lot. “No need to get me coffee. That’s my ride and she’s buying my lunch.”

He looked.

Natalie had pulled the sunglasses off. She wasn’t leaning anymore. She was standing straight, jaw tight, middle finger raised like a goddamn statue of war.

The guy chuckled, clearly not reading the room. “Wait, that’s your girlfriend? Shit I heard you broke up with her.”

Your eyes widened. Feeling your heart begin to race. Natalie is not against any kind of brawl if it came down to it. And what you didn’t need is your girlfriend to be banned from campus because of a douche bag.

“What? No very much still dating…and if you’re not careful will hear you,” you warned.

Too late.

Recognition hit his face. “Shit—I know her. She races with Travis and them, right? Fast as hell.”

Natalie was already walking over. Slow. Controlled. A smile that wasn’t really a smile plastered across her face like a warning label.

“Well, well,” she said. “Didn’t expect to see you here, Carter.”

He smirked. “Small world.”

“You always this handsy with girls who date people that could smoke your ass in second gear?” she said, tilting her head.

“I was just saying hi.”

“Oh, is that what that was? Looked like you were trying to finger her hair follicles.”

You tried not to laugh. You failed. A strained giggle slipping out. Natalie’s smug grin widened at the sound.

Carter scratched the back of his neck. “You always this territorial, Scatorccio?”

“No,” she said. “Only when some third-string racer tries to hit on my girl in broad daylight like he wants to lose both a race and his teeth.”

He raised his hands. “Okay, okay. Chill. You want a rematch, just say it.”

She stepped closer. “Tomorrow night. Same spot as last week. I’ll bring Sally. You bring a helmet for your ego.”

He backed off with a whistle, hands stuffed in his hoodie. “You’re fucking nuts.”

“You have no idea,” you muttered under your breath.

Once he was gone, Natalie grabbed your wrist and spun you into her. Her hand grabbing your face, and then she kissed you. Hard.

Like she was claiming territory, carving her name into your mouth. Her hand gripped your waist, the other in your hair, and your textbook hit the pavement somewhere between breath and surrender. You didn’t even notice.

Her lips were insistent, and when you pulled back for air she chased your lips again. This time all tongue, like she was addicted to your taste. You moaned when she began to suck on your tongue, or the way she tugged you closer like she wanted you in her skin.

When she finally pulled back, lips slick, pupils blown, she said, “Next time someone tries that shit, just tell them you’re taken.”

You looked up at her, chest heaving. Feeling dizzy, eyes flickering back to her lips. You needed her now. Which you knew was her desired outcome.

“I pointed,” you said.

She grinned. “I know. I just like watching you let me get away with shit.”

You rolled your eyes.

But you didn’t let go. Instead you kissed her pressure point on her neck. Natalie chuckled, feeling your lips begin to kiss open mouth kisses all along your neck.

“I only do it because you look so damn good.” You mumble into her skin.

Natalie felt her heart hammer in her chest. She swallowed hard. Something about you saying that made her weak. Kissing her neck in front of the whole school.

She loved how you were so unashamedly into her. It turned her on so bad. Made her want to do reckless things. Her hand slides underneath your shirt, to feel your skin. To drag her nails against your back.

“Baby, let’s go home,” Natalie says, her voice low as more students walk by, side-eyeing the public makeout session like it’s part of the syllabus.

You pull back with a sigh, dramatic, like you’re actually disappointed. “I was just starting to enjoy myself.”

Natalie scoffs and crouches to pick up your dropped textbook. She flips it over in her hand like it personally offended her. “I want to continue this but not in the middle of your campus. I already got almost banned. Don’t want to get bannedbanned.”

You laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go, baby.”

The car ride back to your apartment is filled with the steady hum of the road and Natalie occasionally drumming the wheel like she’s playing drums in her head. Your thoughts trail back to the challenge — that stupid boy and his even stupider fingers in your hair.

It’s not that you didn’t like Nat racing. It’s hot. She’s so hot when she races. She is so insufferable when she isn’t racing. It really does help her settle into her skin in a special way.

You just wished she was a safer driver you guessed.

Natalie must sense your silent spiral because she reaches over without taking her eyes off the road and lifts your hand to her mouth, kissing your knuckles softly.

You breathe out through your nose. “Today in my econ class-.”

“Baby no offense but that class is boring as fuck,” she says, kissing your hand again. “Tell me something I actually want to hear.”

You glance over at her smiling. “Okay then. You’re so beautiful when you’re jealous.”

That grin, the lopsided, dimply one she tries to hide but never really can blooms across her face.

“Jealous?” she repeats, voice going high and fake-offended. “That guy was two inches from licking your ear, baby. I was seconds away from peeling his face off.”

“He asked for notes,” you say.

“He was going to ask you on a date,” Natalie fires back, one hand gesturing dramatically. “That was a full-on ‘what are we’ conversation in body language.”

You bite back a laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

“I’m Italian,” she says like that explains everything. “We don’t do subtle.”

You shake your head, fighting the way your lips pull up. “So what, you’re racing him tomorrow because he touched my hair?”

“Because he touched your hair, because he tried to flirt with you, and because I don’t like how he drives. He’s smug. Drives like he’s on a video game. I’m gonna wipe that ‘I got a B in Intro to Econ’ look off his stupid face.”

You lean your head back against the seat. “Ethics. He’s in my Ethics class.” you pause, “You know I’m not some prize to win, right?”

Natalie glances at you, her grin softening. “You’re not a prize. You’re the whole damn race.”

You groan. “That was sooo fucking cheesy.”

“I’m romantic,” she says.

“You’re insufferable.”

She smirks. “Still got you, though.”

You glance out the window, smiling despite yourself. “Yeah. You always do.”

And she reaches across the console, And interlocking your fingers with hers and pulling it into her lap. Like she just wants you closer to her.

Back at your apartment, the light was soft, the kind of pale gold that made everything feel like a Sunday morning. Natalie had kicked off her boots the second she walked in, flopped down on your couch like it was her own, and now had the bottom of your calculus notebook flipped over as she sketched something with your pink pen.

“You see,” she was saying, “the way the turbo spools, it’s like—you’re pulling air in at this crazy speed, right? So when I corner, if I feather it just right—” she paused to make a swooping motion with her hand, like a tiny car dancing along an invisible road, “—it lets me cheat the lag and slingshot through the bend. It’s like riding the edge of a whip crack.”

She looked up at you, eyes wild with excitement, cheeks flushed, knees pulled to her chest as she sat sideways on your couch. Her smile was all teeth and joy and grease-stained memory. Like she could talk about engines the way poets talked about love.

You didn’t know what half of what she said meant. You also didn’t care. You just watched her. Her hands moving, her voice getting faster when she got excited, her whole body practically glowing with it.

You couldn’t help it. You leaned in and kissed her. Right in the middle of her sentence. She stilled, lips parting like a question. You kept your forehead pressed to hers, hand slipping under her jaw.

“That’s fine,” you whispered, voice low. “I don’t need to understand it. Just… promise you’ll be careful.”

Her brows pulled together slightly, smile fading just a little. You looked her straight in the eyes.

“I… I don’t want you to get hurt again.”

The room went still. Not dramatic, just still. Like everything was holding its breath.

Natalie’s face softened. She touched your wrist gently, fingers brushing your pulse. “Baby…”

“I mean it.”

She leaned forward, pressing her lips to your temple, slow and quiet. “I know.”

You pulled her in, wrapping your arms around her waist. She fit there like she always had—like even the chaos in her bones knew how to rest with you.

“I’ll be careful,” she said, voice muffled against your hair. “I promise. For you.”

And for a second, you believed her. Even if you knew better. Even if the road always called louder than promises could whisper.

The night continued on. You made dinner for the night. And talked about how pissed your business statistics professor made you today. There you had fallen asleep mid-ramble, your words trailing off into soft breath against Natalie’s collarbone. Your hand was still curled in the hem of Natalie’s shirt like some part of your brain didn’t want to let go, even in sleep.

Natalie didn’t move. She just held you.

The room had gone still. The city hum outside the windows softened to a lull, like even the streets knew to be quiet when you were like this…open, warm, trusting.

Natalie stared at the ceiling. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the curve of your spine under the old T-shirt you were wearing, the one Natalie had stolen from your drawer earlier that week.

And for a moment, she let her thoughts go where she usually didn’t.

The fire. The crash. The smell of smoke and gasoline and the sharp, coppery tang of blood in her mouth. Waking up in the hospital, ribs shattered like glass under her skin, burns licking up her side, and her body stitched together like something temporary. Like a maybe.

You had been there. Everyday you had been at her side in the hospital. That first day, that first week, even when Natalie was mean. Even when she was scared.

She remembered waking up from a fevered dream and finding you asleep in the stiff plastic chair beside her bed, your head tucked into your arm, your phone still playing the playlist Natalie liked to fall asleep to. That had been it.

That was the moment.

The moment she knew. She was going to marry you. She didn’t know when, or how, or even if you would ever want to, but something inside her had clicked into place. Not a question. A fact.

She looked down at you now, peaceful in a way Natalie almost never let herself be.

And the guilt snuck in. Soft but sharp.

She hated that you worried. Hated that every time Natalie raced, she left behind this trail of fear in someone who loved her too much to say stop, but loved her enough to ask her to be careful.

Natalie kissed the top of your head. Whispered it against your skin like a promise.

“I’m not gonna crash again,” she said, almost like it could be true just because she wanted it to be.

But her ribs ached faintly at the memory. The skin on her side, tight and scarred, remembered everything.

She held you tighter. Closed her eyes. Tried not to think about how fast everything could be taken away — how much she was risking now that her heart wasn’t just her own.

The next night had crept in like an accomplice when you drove up to the same stretch of deserted industrial road. Yellow street lamps splintered into sharp cracks of light across the pavement. Natalie’s fingertips tapped an impatient rhythm on Sally’s hood, cigarette smoke curling up into the chill.

Lottie’s car was parked nearby, her cigarette was in between her fingers as she exhaled the smoke. Her arm rested above your window as you both waited. You felt thankful for her steady presence. Lottie always seemed to ground you in a weird way. She always was so calm and sure.

Carter pulled in behind her, his engine growling low. Natalie didn’t even glance sideways. She cut the light and stepped over to lean into your window.

“Stay close,” she said, voice steady like a threat. “No hero shit.”

You nodded, sliding out of her car and following her to meet Carter at the makeshift line—the faded chalk, the empty stretch of asphalt beyond. The silence before a race was always worse than the race itself.

Natalie winked at you. “Wish you could tape this.”

He snorted next to you. “Don’t blink, or you’ll miss how fast I’ll wipe the floor with her. And then I’ll show you what a date with a winner is like”

You furrowed your eyebrows in a mix of confusion and disgust. Natalie catches it and stifles a chuckle.

“That’s special.” Lottie mumbled next to you.

“Big words,” and then Natalie gives you that look and replied softly. “See you at the finish.”

Lottie grabbed the flag and took her position in the front. When the flag dropped—no crowd, no fancy announcer—just two cars, two engines, neon lights reflecting off steel.

Sally shot forward. Natalie handled her like she was part of her own skin, shifting gears as if reading the road’s mind. The car behind jerked and lunged, but she kept control—corner to corner, inch by inch.

You smelled rubber and smelled fear—Carter’s car was too close. Too close. The world around you dissolved into engine revs and the electric thrum of danger.

Then, a near miss—you saw Sally dip and drift into the gravel bank for a heartbeat. Your ribs tightened, breath caught. Carter surged ahead. But Natalie yanked Sally out of the mistake, tires screaming like banshees.

They rounded the final bend, headlights hitting that chalked finish line.

Natalie punched it, Sally roared. Carter’s car bounced and faded behind. She won.

Barely. But she still won.

Sally rolled to a stop. Smoke hissed off her tires. Natalie hopped out, breath ragged, gloves off, face wild.

You ran forward to her as Carter skulked off in silence. Natalie grabbed you, pulling you into a bruising hug. You pressed your forehead to hers. Pressing a hard kiss to her lips. She tasted like gasoline, heat, and victory.

“See?” she said, voice thick. “I told you I’m a professional.”

You swallowed the fear that still rattled your heart and pressed a kiss to her temple. “Fucking unbelievable.”

She kissed back, thumbs tracing light trails across your cheeks, like every second away from this moment would break her.

“The things I do to defend my girls honor,” she whispered. “Win the race. Get the girl. Fuck the girl. Could do this forever.”

You scoffed, “That’s insane. Who said you were fucking the girl?”

“Hm you did. Just now.”

“Oh my God-Shut the fuck up.”

Natalie laughed, her lips in a goofy grin. “God I love this feeling.” She squeezed you closer to her.

And for the first time in a long time, your stomach didn’t twist. It clenched tight—in awe, in love, in the dangerous beauty of letting someone like Natalie Scatorccio be who she really was. She was the most insufferable person you know. But damn if she isn’t the best at what she does.

#natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio x you #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio #natalie scatorccio #nat yj #natalie scatorccio core #natalie yellowjackets

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The 1945 Pan-African Congress: A Garveyite Perspective on Black Unity, Anti-Colonial Struggle, and African Self-Determination

The Fifth Pan-African Congress (1945), held in Manchester, England, was a critical turning point in the global fight against colonial rule and a major moment in the history of Black resistance, Pan-Africanism, and the call for African self-determination. Unlike previous Pan-African Congresses, which were largely dominated by elite intellectuals, the 1945 Congress brought together workers, trade unionists, and revolutionary African nationalists, who were not just debating ideas but actively organizing for African liberation.

From a Garveyite perspective, the Manchester Congress was a necessary step forward in the fight against colonialism, but it also lacked the full economic and political vision of Garveyism, which emphasized not just political independence but Black economic self-reliance, industrial power, and global Pan-African unity under an independent African state.

This analysis will explore:

The historical context leading up to the 1945 Pan-African Congress.

The key figures and their contributions to anti-colonial struggle.

The successes and limitations of the Congress from a Garveyite perspective.

How Garveyism provides a more complete roadmap for African self-determination.

1. The Context: Why Was the 1945 Pan-African Congress Necessary?

By 1945, Africa and the African diaspora had been suffering under centuries of colonial exploitation, land theft, racial oppression, and economic strangulation. However, World War II (1939–1945) created conditions that made African liberation inevitable.

A. The Global Impact of WWII on African Colonies

European powers were weakened by the war, making them more vulnerable to anti-colonial movements.

African soldiers who fought in the war returned radicalized, refusing to accept colonial rule anymore.

The war exposed the hypocrisy of Western “democracies”, which claimed to fight against fascism while oppressing African and Caribbean peoples.

Example: Thousands of African soldiers from Nigeria, Kenya, Senegal, and Ghana fought for Britain and France but were still treated as second-class citizens.

B. Growing Anti-Colonial Movements Across Africa and the Caribbean

By 1945, anti-colonial resistance was already spreading across the African world:

The Mau Mau Uprising in Kenya was brewing against British settlers.

Kwame Nkrumah and other young revolutionaries were organizing in West Africa.

Haitians and Caribbean intellectuals were demanding an end to French colonial rule.

Example: The 1944 West African Railway Strike in Senegal showed that workers were beginning to resist European exploitation.

Key Takeaway: African people were no longer just resisting in theory—they were actively organizing for revolution.

2. Key Figures and Their Revolutionary Contributions

The 1945 Pan-African Congress was led by some of the most important anti-colonial thinkers of the 20th century, including:

A. Kwame Nkrumah (Ghana) – The Future Leader of African Independence

Promoted immediate self-government and rejected slow colonial reforms.

Called for mass mobilization of workers, farmers, and students to fight colonial rule.

Later became the first president of Ghana (1957) and a leader of the Pan-African movement.

Garveyite Perspective: Nkrumah embodied Garvey’s vision but failed to implement full economic independence, leading to his downfall.

B. Jomo Kenyatta (Kenya) – The Face of the Mau Mau Resistance

Advocated for land reform and the return of stolen land to Africans.

Became the first president of Kenya (1963) after years of struggle against British rule.

Was later accused of betraying the Mau Mau fighters by making deals with former colonizers.

Garveyite Perspective: Kenyatta’s failure to redistribute land after independence shows why political freedom is useless without economic control.

C. W.E.B. Du Bois (USA) – The Intellectual Strategist of the Movement

Used academic and political strategies to push for African liberation.

Called for global Black solidarity and unity between African nations and the diaspora.

Later exiled to Ghana, where he worked for African unity until his death.

Garveyite Perspective: Du Bois, despite his Pan-Africanism, initially rejected Garvey’s mass movement approach, which proved to be a mistake.

Key Takeaway: These leaders helped lay the foundation for African independence, but only Nkrumah fully attempted to implement Pan-Africanism as Garvey envisioned.

3. The Successes of the 1945 Pan-African Congress

The Congress was a turning point in the anti-colonial struggle for three main reasons:

A. Declaring War on Colonialism and White Supremacy

For the first time, the Congress openly called for the complete end of colonial rule, rather than slow reforms.

It declared that Africans would use ANY MEANS NECESSARY to win their freedom.

Example: The Congress issued a resolution demanding full independence for all African nations—a radical step compared to previous conferences.

B. The Rise of Grassroots, Working-Class Activism

Unlike previous Pan-African meetings, which were led by elites, this Congress included workers, farmers, and everyday Africans.

Trade unions and student organizations were key participants, showing that the movement had real grassroots support.

Example: African workers in the Caribbean and West Africa launched major strikes and boycotts after the Congress, proving its impact.

C. Creating the Blueprint for African Independence

Many of the leaders at this Congress went on to lead their nations to independence in the 1950s and 60s.

The Congress connected African struggles with Caribbean and Black American struggles, proving that Pan-Africanism was a global fight.

Example: Kwame Nkrumah took the ideas from the Congress and used them to lead Ghana to independence in 1957.

Key Takeaway: The Congress helped turn Pan-Africanism into an active revolutionary movement rather than just an intellectual debate.

4. The Garveyite Critique: Why the 1945 Pan-African Congress Was Not Enough

While the Congress was a major step forward, it failed in key areas that Garveyism had already identified as essential for real liberation.

A. No Economic Plan for True Independence

The Congress focused on political freedom but ignored economic self-reliance.

Garvey emphasized building Black industries, businesses, and financial institutions, but this was not prioritized.

As a result, many African nations won independence but remained economically controlled by Europe.

Example: Many former colonies remained dependent on European banks, currencies, and trade policies, making them neo-colonies rather than free nations.

B. Lack of a Unified Pan-African Government

The Congress did not create a plan for a United States of Africa, as Garvey had envisioned.

This failure allowed European powers to keep African nations divided and weak.

Example: African leaders after independence often competed against each other rather than uniting, which made them vulnerable to Western control.

Key Takeaway: Garvey understood that political independence without economic and military strength is a trap.

5. The Garveyite Solution: Completing the Pan-African Revolution

To finish the work of the 1945 Pan-African Congress, Black people must:

Take full control of African economies, land, and industries.

Establish a unified African government and military.

End European economic control and create a Black-centered financial system.

Strengthen global Black trade between Africa, the Caribbean, and the diaspora.

Final Takeaway: The 1945 Pan-African Congress was a major step toward independence, but true liberation requires Garvey’s vision of a powerful, self-sufficient Black world.

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okay, on the one hand, the skaterboy aesthetic shouldn't be that attractive to me

but on the other hand, discovering Avril Lavigne's music in middle school was a pivotal moment for me (specifically sk8terboi, funnily enough), so I'd be lying if I said that I'd be completely unaffected, regardless of the man.

...also my first-ever celeb crush was Michael J Fox as Marty McFly, and I was *8* at the time (5 whole years before my Avril phase), so I think the groundwork may have been laid earlier than I thought 😂

Do u think joes insecure about his frame? He always seems to wear bigger clothes and i wonder if its because he wants to look like a bigger man or hes just more comfy in larger clothes? What say you?

no i think he used to be a 2002 "skater boy" who could barely skate but thought it was very cool and wore cool baggy t-shirts and oversized jeans and is now just very excited that he can be fashionable and wear cool baggy clothes again (also comfy as fuck, sure, that too)

#honestly having MJF as my 1st ever celeb crush would explain a LOT about my taste in men #and my first crush *ever* was on disney's 1957 Peter Pan #...goddammit my taste in guys is just a circle isn't it #not even a venn diagram #just a circle #it's just:#baby face #petite/ lanky/ slim frame #preferably short #mischevious/ playful streak #'class clown' kinda energy #sidenote: 5'10“ doesn't count as ”short“ in my book (didn't want to accidentally imply something)#with a taste for adventure/ fun (lol or someone I *associate* with being fun)!

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Pictured: Suzy Dietrich, part of one of two all-female teams during the 1966 edition of the race

Always There, Women in Motorsport: Women at the 24 Hours of Daytona

Women's history in motorsport is rich, and that has always been the case. This year we will have seven women competing in the race, but back in 1966, when it was run as a 24 Hour race for the first time, we already had five women competing in the race.

The 24 Hours of Daytona was first run in 1966 but its history goes back to 1962 when it was first run as a 3 Hours race counting towards the FIA’s International Championship for GT Manufacturers (Later known as the World Sportscar Championship). 1963 would also see a 3H race. In 1964 and 65 a 2000 Km race would be held, which was about half the length of the 24H of Le Mans at that time. In 1966 the race turned into a 24 Hour race and has ran as such since with two exceptions*

*In 1972 the race was shortened to a 6 Hour race as the FIA feared the reliability of the 3.0 liter cars and in 1974 the race was not run due to the energy crisis.

In 1966 the 24 Hours of Le Mans had already run over 30 editions and with success for women at that. In 1930 Marguerite Mareuse and Odette Siko would become the first women to compete in the race, finishing 2nd in class and in 1932 Siko would even go on to win her class. The 1930s would prove to be successful for women as in 1935 a record of 10 women would compete at Le Mans. In 1957 women were prohibited from competing at Le Mans and this ban would only be lifted in 1971.

During the period of this ban, the first 24 Hours of Daytona would be run which saw two all female teams compete. Rosemary Smith and Sierra ‘Smokey’ Drolet finished 30th overall and sixth in their class in a Sunbeam Alpine. While Janet Guthrie, Donna Mae Mims and Suzy Dietrich finished 32nd overall and won their class in a Sunbeam Alpine.

Clipping from The Boston Globe · Sunday, February 13, 1966 Mentioning these performances

Sunbeam Alpine Driven by Donna Mae Mims, Janet Guthrie, and Suzy Dietrich at the Daytona 24 Hour Continental Race, February 1966 (Source: thehenryford.org)

Donna Mae Mims, also known as the "Pink Lady" was the first woman to win a Sports Car Club of America national championship. Also one of the first women to compete in the 24H of Daytona (Source: Sports Car Club of America Archive)

Women would continue to compete at the race with another all-female team competing in 1967 consisting of Janet Guthrie, Sierra ‘Smokey’ Drolet and Anita Taylor driving a Ford Mustang. They finished fifth in class and 20th overall. Smokey would go on to win her class in 1969 driving a Corvette with John Tremblay, Vince Gimondo and John Belperche finishing sixteenth overall. That same year she would finish the 12 Hours of Sebring second in class together with Rosemary Smith. In 1970 Smokey would finish 25th overall while Donna Mae Mims competed but failed to finish

February 5, 1967: Sierra “Smokey” Drolet awaits her turn behind the wheel of the Ring Free-sponsored Ford Mustang she co-drove with Anita Taylor and Janet Guthrie during the 24 Hours of Daytona. (Photo by ISC Images & Archives via Getty Images)

In 1977 another female team took the start Christine Beckers and Lella Lombardi would share an Inaltéra GTP but unfortunately they did not make it to the finish. In 1980 Kathy Rude would drive in the 24 Hours of Daytona for the first time, finishing eight in the GTO Class together with her teammates. That same year Anne-Charlotte Verney would finish 9th overall and fifth in the GTX class while Lyn St. James finished 17th overall and Christine Beckers would finish 47th overall.

In 1981 Rude would finish seventh overall and third in the GTU class with her teammates Lee Mueller and Philippe Martin in a Mazda RX-7, Gaile Engle (36th overall) and Vicki Smith (56th overall) would also compete. The following year she would team up again with Lee Mueller, and she achieved a class win and sixth place overall with Allan Moffat as third driver. Vicki Smith also returned with a 25th place overall and Desiré Wilson would finish 45th overall.

In 1983 Rude would return to the race, now with an all-female team. Rude, Deborah Gregg, and Bonnie Henn would finish thirteenth overall and sixth in class in their Porsche 924. Smith and St. James also competed finishing 35th and 44th overall respectively. Kathy Rude would unfortunately suffer a huge crash at Brainerd that same year which left her in a coma for several weeks. She recovered but it meant she never got the chance to compete in IndyCar where she had arranged a seat for the 1984 season. The following years also saw women compete but without much success.

Kathy Rude, Bonnie Henn, Deborah Gregg Photo: Robert Fischer

In 1987 Lyn St. James finished 7th overall and first in the GTO Class, together with her teammates Tom Gloy, Bill Elliott, and Scott Pruett. Deborah Greg would finish 9th overall and 3rd in the GTO class while Linda Ludemann finished 16th overall.

Drivers Bill Elliott, Lyn St. James and Tom Gloy in victory lane following the SunBank 24 at Daytona International Speedway. (Photo by ISC Images & Archives via Getty Images)

Ludemann and James would continue to compete in the race in the coming years but it wasn’t until 1990 that there was success again. James would finish fifth overall and win the GTO class together with her teammates Robby Gordon and Calvin Fish in a Mercury Cougar. Ludemann would finish 17th overall.

Tomiko Yoshiwaka and Desiré Wilson would finish 47th overall in 1993. 1994 would see the return of an all-female team when Linda Pobst, Kat Teasdale, Margy Eatwell, Tami Rai Busby, and Leigh O’Brien finished 47th overall. That same year Lilian Bryner (15th overall), Kat Teasdale (17th overall) and Tammy Jo Kirk (34th overall) would also compete.

Tomiko Yoshikawa at Daytona in 1993

1995 saw another female class win when Lilian Bryer finished fifth overall with her teammates Enzo Calderari, Renato Mastropietro & Ulli Richter. They won the GTS-2 Class in their Porsche 911. The following year that same line-up would win their class again while they finished fourth overall. A little under 10 years later, in 2004, Lilian Bryner made history when she won the 24H of Spa overall.

In 1997 Claudia Hürtgen would finish 4th overall and first in the GTS-2 class with her teammates Ralf Kelleners, Patrice Goueslard, and André Ahrlé in their Porsche 911 GT2. This is the last female class win to date. Throughout the late 90s into the early 2000s women continued to compete in the race. The biggest success came for Milka Duno when she finished 2nd overall in 2007 with a Riley mK XI together with Dario Franchitti, Marino Franchitti, and Kevin McGarrity. This remains the highest overall finish of a female driver to date.

In 2019 an all-female entry returned when Simona de Silvestro, Katherine Legge, Bia Figueiredo, and Christina Nielsen finished 32nd overall and 12th in the GTD class in an Acura NSX GT3. The following year Tatiana Calderon, Rahel Frey, Legge and Nielsen competed in a Lamborghini Huracan but failed to finish.

Simona de Silvestro, Katherine Legge, Christina Nielsen, and Bia Figueiredo in 2019

From 2013 up until the race this year, at least a single woman has competed. With a record of entries coming in 2024 when nine women competed. This year 7 women will compete in the race with Karen Gaillard making her debut in the race.

#this was meant to be short #it passed 1k so not so short anymore #sorry for the half assed ending almost skipping over 2 decades but i feel like people know way more about recent stuff so post turn of #the century so i aimed at most of the things before that #rolex 24 #imsa #24h of daytona #24h daytona #women in motorsport #*history series #i have an incredible headache so pls ignore any grammatical errors while reading

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