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bunny-jpeg · 8 months ago

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love is a kick to the stomach

max verstappen - sequel to: lust is a loaded hand gun

tags: smut/fluff, pregnancy & kids, falling in love, dad!max, body worship, tenderness, plot, cowgirl position

a/n: this was made possible by the support of over a dozen people asking for a sequel! i hope you enjoy it <3

"are you sure you're going to be fine on your own?" your former teammate charles asked as he helped you pack the last of your suitcases. your apartment in monaco was bare, and for good reason, you were going home.

you replied with a shrug, "i'll be fine. i mean if i could sustain a driving career for as long as i did. i can handle raising a baby." you rubbed your lower back a little bit.

charles said,"i guess so, you know, monaco isn't a terrible place to raise a child." he gestured to himself with raised eyebrows.

"as much as i'd love to." you said, "i think people will start to raise eyebrows when they see max's look-alike running around. plus, i guess it's a way to get away from it. something simpler for my kid."

you hadn't spoken to the father of your son, max didn't know you were pregnant. and it was the best for everyone if he never knew that you had a child with him.

you remember the first time you held nicolas in your arms, it took you close to ten hours for you to deliver him. you had to say, the aches and pains of racing were nothing compared to the rising anxiety and pain of delivering a child. didn't help he was stubborn like this father. you tried not to think about max too much during the moments of lessened pain. part of you wanted him there, while you were determined to raise your child alone. the moments of weakness you felt during delivery made you want to hastily unblock max's number and call him before the next contractions came.

"okay, okay. just you and me, baby, just you and me." you told yourself as you laid in the hospital bed with your belly swollen from the months of carrying your son. you hissed through your teeth as another contraction hit.

in the end, you had nicolas. or nico as you called him. tired, over-heated as you pushed out your baby. the nurse told you it was a boy. wrapped in a blanket as he was placed on your chest. you could only describe it as maternal warmth as you cried. this was your baby. your little nico. "congratulations." the nurse told you as you held onto him gently. when you gave birth to your son, max was in monaco streaming with the rest of the redline team. fully unaware that you just had his child.

you lived a quiet life after that, but sometimes you could still feel the rumble of the track in your soul. it pulled you in, there was no reason for it to come back. there was no way you could, nico needed his mother and you made the choice to start a family of your own.

"nico!" you giggled towards your toddler, nico was now close to three years old! you picked him up from his spot at the coffee table, surrounded by papers and markers. you gave him a kiss on the cheek and said, "remember uncle charlie?" you swayed a little with the child in your arms.

the little boy nodded, "uh-huh." charles sent you and nico christmas presents every year. he even visited once or twice during summer break and spent a week with the two of you, he loved the time away from the hustle and bustle of racing. nico knew uncle charlie mostly because of leo, you had to teach him how to be gentle with the dog.

"well, he is inviting us somewhere. we're going to see him race, just like what mama used to do." it was the pre-season testing, it would be nice to see everyone. see how things changed in the three years since you left, "i know you've been asking about the cars." you smiled at the little boy.

nico really was the son of two racers, even now he was colouring pages of cars and he learned some of his colours from the cars in your neighbourhood. his expression light up, "the cars?"

you chuckled and said, "yes! we'll see the cars go really fast." it felt somewhat silly to say that raising a child felt more fulfilling than any of the titles you won.

it was almost more challenging with more rewards. driving was intense and lit an inferno in your stomach. but, you were constantly swarmed by the media with people yelling in your ear at all times. you were both hated and loved by the press, the organization and the fans. and while parenthood was harder in a lot of ways, it was nice. it was quieter. you saw friends, you found interest in painting, you read all the books you bought on your travels as a racer. the best part about having a kid was having a travel buddy. you weren't your stats or your trophies, you were just you.

but driving was a drug, and you also wanted to see the cars go very fast. so within a couple of weeks you were on the track for the pre-season.

"and that nico, is a racing car." you pointed towards the red ferrari car. a similar one to the one you drove. and you watched your young son light up the way you did all those years prior.

you knew you were going to see max. it was stupid to think that you could not see him. he had won the previous year's wdc, he was everywhere. so while you spoke to lewis and charles, you caught sight of him. and he caught sight of the toddler in your arms.

charles looked over to where your gaze was and said, "oh shit." then tried to shift over to sort of usher you and nico away from the gaze of max. but you reached out and touched your former teammates shoulder.

"it's fine..." you assured him. the past year, as it felt like nico was growing so much everyday. the feelings about max had resurfaced. while you believed that you and your network of friends and family could raise nico just fine. max didn't know that nico existed. a night of passion was just that in max's mind.

you shifted your toddler in your arms and looked over to max. you smiled and gave him a small wave. and you could see the expression cross max's face.

nico let go of the front of your shirt and made child's grabby-hands towards the man. and max took a bold step forward, and then another, and then another before he was crowded in your space. an expression across his face as he looked down at you and nico.

"hey." you said.

"hi." he replied. he raised his hand for a moment, but stopped himself. he swallowed and asked, "who is this?"

you looked down at the boy who was holding onto your shirt once more. you smiled at max, "nicolas. but everyone calls him nico. he's my son."

our son.

max swallowed and looked at the boy. he patted him on the top of the head and smiled, "well, hello nico. your mama was an amazing driver." he looked at you once more before you were pulled away by charles to see the rest of the ferrari team. max watched you walk away, just as he did all those years prior.

"can i watch nico?" charles asked while

"i can watch him just fine. i've been doing it for three years." you chuckled as you grabbed a chip from the bag and ate it.

charles crossed his arms and looked at you, "when was the last time you had a break? plus me and alexandra are thinking about, maybe, having a child once my career winds down." he smiled a little, "want to make sure that i can handle a three year old."

you looked to your son on the carpeted floor playing with the duplo blocks that you had brought with you. you then looked to charles and asked, "so you're probably assuming that if you can handle the son of me and him, you can handle your own child?"

charles nodded, "the child of ferrari's princess and mad max. must be a handful." he laughed a little.

"he's not the son of satan, charles." you playfully shoved your former teammate. and he shrugged. you were thankful in a way that you didn't go with charles' plan for him to father your child. you felt like that would've been more complicated than what you had now, since you liked charles' current partner.

"take the night off or at least a few hours. go do something for yourself." charles gave you a sympathetic glance. and you had no choice to concede.

he was right, since nico's birth you had no time for yourself unless he was asleep. but usually you fell asleep too. in the end you dressed nicely, in a pencil skirt and a white blouse. you had your purse on hand and told charles to text you if there were any issues. and you made nico promise you to be good. you kissed the boy's cheek before you headed out.

you ended up at a bar. it wasn't busy and you blended in with the other patrons. the press didn't bother you too much, you had been out of the spotlight for long that it was mostly making the public aware that you still existed and now you had a kid.

"well, well, well." a man's voice caught your attention. you looked up from your phone to see max by your table, "has ferrari's princess finally come back to her castle."

you swallowed, "hi, max."

"where's the little one?"

"with charles tonight."

max nodded, "i was going to make a joke about him being the father... but i know that's not true." he sat down across from you at the table. he rested his forearms on the table, his watch shined in the low light of the bar, "what happened?"

"nothing happened. i just retired."

"with my son... a son i knew nothing about." his voice was low, "why didn't you tell me? do you think so low of me i wouldn't have tried to help? you ran off back home and blocked me..." there was a look in his eyes.

"i didn't want to burden the world champion." you lied as you took a sip of your stiff drink. you felt tension in your shoulders as you took a sip. your heart rattled in your chest, "i didn't expect you to do anything. i didn't need you to."

max reached across the small table and took a hold of your wrist to bring your closer. then he locked his fingers with yours. he said, "maybe i wanted to... did you never think i wanted to be a father?"

you swallowed, "no." you assumed he didn't. not after everything, you heard enough of his father's berating in your karting career. the angry dutch words followed by insults in english so everyone knew what was being said. and that apprently only scratched the surface of what had been done to him. you thought max was a good fit because he would be so disinterested in being a parent. but as he looked at you, hand in yours. you realized you made a grave error. you said, "being a parent isn't easy."

max chuckled, "i know. i'm not stupid. i thought about that night we shared, it comes back to me. i've never wanted someone the way i wanted you. and to know you carried my child, it only pulls me in more."

you took another sip of your drink with your free hand and said, "and what are you going to do about it, verstappen?" you may be a mother now, but you were ferrari's princess, the temptress on wheels. you'd still go toe-to-toe with any man.

max simply smiled.

you ended up in max's hotel room. his hands on you like they were all those years ago. he touched you the way a lover would as the two of you passionately made out. you moaned against his lips and you held onto his strong shoulders.

"i thought about you every day of your retirement. i wanted to know what happened. i thought you were sick." he kissed along your neck, his hands at your waist.

"i mean, i did have quite the stomach bug. took ten hours to get him out." you moaned a little bit as his lips grazed over your pulse point. you could feel a surge of pleasure through you. you had been with anyone intimately since max. you didn't have time for dates let alone hook-ups.

"i should've been there. i would've been there in a heartbeat. you, me, nico... a family." he said as he looked to you once more and you toyed with the material of his shirt, "i always had a fondness for you. you let nothing stop you."

you smiled, "i always thought you wanted a model... not a driver."

he pressed his chest against yours and looked into your eyes, "maybe in another time. i wish i could've seen you pregnant." he swallowed as his hands touched your breasts.

you chuckled lowly, "someone wanted a milf?"

he shook his head as he pressed his forehead to yours, "no, no. i wanted to see your body change from what we made. the child we made together."

"but racing..."

he groaned, "fuck it. choose between another trophy taking up space in my apartment... or a home with you and nico. such a hard choice, don't you think?" he chuckled as he held you so close to him. he groped your breasts, "a man who finds more fulfillment in pieces of plastic and metal than having a home to go to is a stupid man."

you chuckled, "i guess i didn't want to be your wag either."

he shook his head, "i don't think you can be a wag if you played the sport. if you are worried about there being expectations placed on you, then don't worry. if you can't drive, then i'll drive twice as hard for us. any ten second gap i have will be twenty seconds, because i know you only expect the best."

you felt warmth in your cheeks. and eventually he led you to the bedroom. you ended up on the bed with max undoing your button up. you giggled, "ah, does someone like mothers?"

he groaned with his nose against your heated skin, "only when they had my kid... nico looked exactly like me." he said as he got the button up off your shoulder.

you moaned, but then yelped as he pushed you back onto the bed. you looked up at him, "i'm on birth control." you licked your lips as you got out of your bra and max took off his t-shirt, "fuck, now i remember why i wanted to have a baby with you."

he put his hands on his hips and smiled. tiny waist, broad shoulders. a certain strength to him, but he didn't look like a dehydrated mess. he was strong in a way that excited you, but you also knew that he loved a good meal. long before he gorged himself on your cunt, he happily ate the meals you cooked. you remember he even said, "you'd make a great wife." which honestly sowed the seed that led to nico.

the night of passion that led to the making of your son. you could feel max's eyes wander across your body and he licked his lips. he said, "you look good. bit more curves than when we last were like this."

"yeah, i had an eight pound baby." you chuckled as you got the rest of your clothes off. max's hungry gaze lingered, "i got a few more curves that a track as carry him for nine months, you know he was three days overdue."

"stubborn." max laughed as he unzipped his jeans, "just like his mama."

you narrowed your eyes, "no, just like his old man." and max was all over you. the kissed became hungry and needy. neither of you had been intimate with another person since the night you made nico. three years ago. you were busy with a baby while max couldn't get you out of his head. he tried to find another woman, he tried to be close to someone. but you always pulled in the back of his mind.

both of you were into the hotel room and max kissed at your breasts. your breasts were roughly average size before you got pregnant. the training and weight guidelines for racing prevented you from having a big chest. but you went up at least a cup and a half during your pregnancy. and max loved kissing the heated skin.

"fuck." you gasped. both naked on the bed, moved against one another. it was like being in a familiar place. you knew max's body just as you did all those years ago. you kissed him and ended up straddled max's waist.

he was up against the pillows and your knees on either side of him. your hands roamed his chest and he shuddered. he looked up at you with those blue eyes, "please, fuck. please, give me a chance. give me a chance to be there for you and nico.."

you swallowed, you never expected that from max. a man on the top like that wouldn't easily quiver at the aspect of being a father. but max wanted it. he wanted the family. he wanted a home. you sighed to yourself, you guessed an apartment full of trophies wasn't enough.

you put a hand on his chest before you sank on his cock, "max. if nico decided not to peruse racing.... would you still love him?" that was a conversation you had to have with yourself. you loved racing, that was your passion for years. but you promised yourself to never be the parent that you saw early in your career. twisting their children to make them conform to the parent's standards. to force them into racing.

he said, those blue eyes gazed up at you, "if nico wanted to race. i'm behind him a hundred percent. if it doesn't, nothing changes... he is still my son. i'm behind him through everything."

you leaned down to kiss max on the lips, "fuck, max." you sank down onto his cock and continued to kiss him. you splayed your hands across his broad chest and continued to move against him.

"shit." he shuddered. he felt a certain euphoria that left him needy for more. never had he had soemthing like this. not since the last time he had you. it was a amazing. to have you so close once more. he wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you. the kisses shared between you two were hot and heavy, it left him feeling tense in a good way. to have you on top of him, close to him was a feeling he wished he could never forget.

even after three years you still occupied his mind in ways that left him shuddering against you. after three years, after all this time, he still wanted to map your body with his tongue. even the changes post-pregnancy. he held onto you and kissed at your heated skin. he wished he was there, seeing the progress of you carrying nico. to be a father. he moved against you, he held you. he loved you, but he had been holding onto that love for some time. unable to properly display it, and to find out you had a child with him only fueled the passion for you. the two of you moved against one another, you both felt the intense pleasure from the heated movements against one another.

this was how you should've been a long time ago. if max had known you wanted a baby, he would've happily had one with you. but he should've been there for every moment of it. even if you couldn't race because of the pregnancy, max would kiss every winning trophy in your honor, he'd race for both of you. and then come to the paddock with you and nico, a family of three. a family he always wanted.

he wanted to kiss you in front of the cameras. even if you were retired, he wanted to make you feel that every winning was for both of you. he kissed at you heated skin and you moaned, he felt the warmth of love in his gut. you two should've been married by now, a house somewhere quiet. it didn't even have to be in monaco. max would happily pack up his racing sim gear and his cats, and move to anywhere you desired. he hoped that you two could be a family.

to come home after a triple header and see you and nico. the boy looked so much like him. those round cheeks, those wide eyes. the excitement on the track and his need to be close to his mother (you). it screamed a young max, but max wanted to be a better father. he wanted to be present, he wanted to be there for his son.

he groaned, "please, please. let me into your little family." he kissed as your larger breasts and moved against you. the pleasure was deep inside of him. to have you once more felt like a dream.

you held onto his short hair for a moment, you groaned a little bit as you felt the immense heat between you two. you leaned down and kissed him on the head with such tenderness. this wasn't the kind of sex you had all that time ago, this was something more softer. more gentle. less like a means to an end, and more like you two were becoming familiar with each other's bodies again.

"you look perfect," he said lowly, "i'm surprised you hadn't picked uo a husband after all the time." he held on a little tighter and worked your body against him. the pleasure shot through the both of you which only spurred you on the move faster.

your bucked your hips against his, you felt the inferno in your belly as you held his face and kissed him once more. if he wanted to be in nico's life then you'd allow it. you'd let max be involved, be the father he wanted to be. you thought his trophies were more important, but seeing him, his eagerness to be in nico's life made you realize that he wanted a family, a home. you kissed him once more as the two of you thrusted against one another.

you knew racing would always pull you back in eventually. it had that effect on people. it was infectious, even tucked away in your domestic life. you still sat on the couch with your rambunctious toddler and watched the races at odd hours.

"why do you want a life with me and nico, you could have any-"

"i don't want to hear it. nico deserves a father and you deserve a loving partner... hell, maybe even a husband." he said with total conviction as he moved against you. the pleasure felt like it was going to boil over soon.

you moved against him, eagerness in your movements. you couldn't think of anymore things to prevent max from being part of your family. your movements staggered and you felt the pleasure bloom into something more. you hissed, "fuck," while you moved against him. you felt the inferno in your soul, the need for him in ways you didn't need any other man.

this was the father of your son, and you carried feelings for him just as you carried nico. the combination of you two, the affection you had for one another in a brief moment. it was something you wanted to expand on. you wanted to love max verstappen.

you held onto the father of your child. you came around his cock and arched your back. you felt the fury of lust through your body as you moved against him. you laid a heavy kiss on his lips as your pussy clenched around his cock, "fuck." you said, words muffled by the kiss. max wrapped his strong arms around you and moved against you further. you felt his cock nudge against some of your softest areas and it made you toes curl through climax.

he groaned into the kiss and continued to move against you. a few more heavy strokes and he finished inside of you. he practically melted against you and you smiled against his lips with affection. his brain felt swamped with emotion as he said, "i love you."

and without thinking you replied, "i love you too, max." then kissed him once more with total affection for one another.

max swallowed as he held you as you slowed your pace to a stop. he craned his neck to press his cheek against your soft stomach, "don't leave again... please."

"max." you panted and combed your fingers through his hair. he held onto you tighter as if you were going to slip away.

he said, in a tone you never thought you could hear from a world champion, "don't.. don't leave." this was supposed to be simple. max was a means to a child, but he wanted to be in nico's life. he wanted to be a father.

you wrapped your arms around him and held him close to your abdomen. you exhaled deeply and said, "i don't want to pressure you into being a father... if you're going to be in his life, you're going all in. he needs stability."

max lifted his head to look at you. those blue eyes dazzled in the low light of his hotel room. he held onto you a little tighter, not enough to bruise however. he said, "i'm all in. you, me, and nico." like a promise.

maybe it was the post-orgasm hormones or maybe because you became a tad more in touch with your emotions after having a child. but when max said that, you cried.

"go nico! go, go!!!" you shouted as your nine year old sailed past the finish line in first place and you broke into a grin. your husband wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close into a kiss. you laughed into the kiss and said to your husband, "oh man. ow, ow. okay, okay!" you looked down at your swollen middle, "someone isn't happy about the excitement."

"sorry there, little one." max's hand rubbed your swollen middle. his wedding band gleamed in the afternoon light. you were welcoming a son in four months and could already feel the commotion of racing.

you smiled at max for a moment before your son got out of the cart and you were moving as fast as you could to greet him. with his helmet off, you cupped your son's chubby cheeks. he was looking more like max every day, but smashed records the way you did.

you were soon a family of four. you didn't live in your home country and max had moved away from monaco when you got married. max was a good father, as he picked up nico with ease.

"you did amazing, nico. good job!" he beamed at the little boy and the boy beamed back at him. you knew that people shouldn't have children to heal a part of themselves. you learned that when you were pregnant the first time. but when max gave praise to your son, he was giving the young boy the support he never got. that if nico was going to eventually end up in formula one, it wasn't going to be the way that max was brought up.

he'd do it right.

stern when he needed to be. you'd both push nico to be the best, but also give him the love a wide-eyed, chubby cheeked boy needed. and as you leaned down as best as you could to kiss your son on the cheek. you felt like a family. it felt like home.

you were confident that you could've raised both nico and your future son by yourself. but it was an adventure you'd rather share with max. <3

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81pastrys · 3 months ago

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pls make a story with lando's child (but i prefer a son) wants to do equestrian instead of racing

Racing Talks

Summary— Lando wants to get his son a kart for his birthday, but his son doesn’t want to do kart racing…

Warnings— disappointment?

A/N— you ask and you shall receive 🙂‍↕️

Dad Lando List

Lando had been waiting for Luka to come of age to ask to do karting. When they had sat down and Lando talked about buying him a kart for his birthday his son sank in his seat a bit disappointed.

“Oh.. thanks dad.” He nodded his head, he didn’t want to break his dad’s heart, but it seems he already had. “I’ll do karting!” He perked up hoping that would cheer Lando up, but Lando had already caught the previous emotion and stuck with it.

“You talk about karting all the time, I thought you would be happier?” Lando wasn’t scolding his son, but was more confused. Luka did talk about racing a lot, but it wasn’t car racing he was interested in. “Would you want me to get you something else?” Lando offered.

“Well, I..” Luka really didn’t want to push the talk on more, merely uninterested in the conversation now. “A horse? Like Aunt Flo has?” He hesitated and Lando nodded his head. He knew his son like the back of his hand, or so he thought. “I’ll be happy if you bought the kart already!”

“No, no! I wanted to tell you so you could pick it out.” Lando explained. “If you want a racing horse instead, I can do that Luka.” He didn’t want to shadow what his son really wanted. If horse racing was that, he was all for it. “What if we call Aunt Flo and talk with her?” He offered.

That seemed to do the trick, Luka’s face lighting up with joy as they called the Equestrian Racer. They talked for hours about good starter horses and whatnot. Lando was thankful his son picked a sport that was in the family.

When it was all said and done, Luka got his own horse. He started doing lessons on racing and within the next few years got to his first race, Lando’s family there with all the support.

“Do good out there yeah?” Lando said. “Make me proud.” He kissed Luka’s helmet and Flo gave him a run down, again, about how it will work.

“I’ve been training for like 4 years Aunt Flo, I got this.” He scoffed. He was glad he ended up with his horse rather than a kart. Lando was too, his passion for racing was passed on to his son. Just a different division.

He ended the race in 3rd. A first time junior rider getting 3rd was unheard of, managers scrounging to find Lando and Flo to offer sponsors for the boy. They were ecstatic to accept once Luka approved. When he loaded his horse and returned they gave him all the praises.

“5 people want to sponsor you.” Flo said. “Me sponsoring you just isn’t enough apparently.” She joked rolling her eyes.

“My son got the god genes!” Lando quipped. They brought him out to dinner and then headed out for a race the next day. Two different races but the same passion shared.

Luka still had a lot of knowledge of F1 racing, just admired equestrian racing more. What made everything settle in him from getting 3rd was when a graphic popped up on the tv. “Luka Norris! Youngest Junior Equestrian Rider ever to get 3rd on his first race!” He smiled at the camera pointing to him and waved.

I actually did my research so Lando’s son is about 8-9 in the start and then 12-13 when he races

@il0vereadingstuff

#f1 #lando norris fanfic #lando #lando norris fluff #dad lando norris #lando norris #ln4 fluff #ln4 imagine #ln4 fic #ln4 #equestrian fic #Luka Norris #Norris son #formula 1 #lando fanfic #lando imagine #81pastrys dad!fic

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cloudslou · 29 days ago

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Abbi Pulling is on track for greatness

Abbi Pulling has a racing-related confession to make. “I've gotten worse at Mario Kart with age. Now I always lose,” the 22-year-old F1 Academy champion, whose go-to racer is Baby Yoshi, tells me. She’s quick to pinpoint her weaknesses though, as a racing driver would to their engineer. “I've not quite got the drifting right with the power boost,” she says. “And I always jump the start.”

Fortunately no such niggling console game difficulties exist when it comes to her actual driving skills. Pulling started racing actual karts when she was eight – taking a lead from her father, Andy, who used to race motorbikes – and has been winning titles ever since.

“When I excelled in my karting career, it was me and my dad,” she says. “He'd get the kart ready perfectly and we just knew how to communicate with each other.”

To get to where she is now, currently racing in GB3 Championship with Rodin Motorsport in a fully funded seat, Pulling has made her way up the motor-racing ladder, making a habit of winning, be it in Ginetta Junior, F4 British through to the W Series, which afforded her a big break in F1 Academy in 2023. In her house, one room is basically a shrine of trophies. “I don't know where you'd put them, I probably need a cabinet.” Instead, she’s prioritised something “probably actually cooler” than her trophy haul – a full huge oil painting by Paul Oz, a well known artist within motorsport. “It’s me celebrating a moment when I won the [F1 Academy] Championship,” says Pulling. It's frozen in time.”

It’s a moment that features prominently in Netflix’s new docuseries F1: The Academy, which is out this week. With Pulling’s championship-winning season set to get the attention it's due, we sit down to talk about her career to date, and the wild 12 months she’s just had. From run-ins with Brad Pitt trackside to hot laps with celebrities at Silverstone, it’s little wonder her Mario Kart form has gone off the boil.

GQ: How old were you when you first drove over 100mph?

Abbi Pulling: The first time I was probably 15, so I couldn't even drive on the road yet. People always go on about the acceleration and top speed, but for me that isn't the impressive part of motor racing. It's the cornering. You feel like a fighter pilot, because you pull loads of Gs, your whole body's getting thrown about.

Do you ever have to pinch yourself when thinking about what you’ve already accomplished in your career?

As a 22-year-old I feel like I've achieved so much and I'm really, really proud of that. It's been a whirlwind, especially last year, but there's still so much more that I want to go on to achieve. Winning F1 Academy and driving in GB3, all the hard work is paying off. It's the years where you're working so hard yet the results don't come, they're the ones that really mould you and make you a better athlete.

Last year, there was hardly a race where you didn’t feature on the podium. What does a season of success like that do for your confidence?

Having a year like last year proves you're capable of doing great things. Taking that forward into this year, I know I can compete at the front, especially in this [GB3] mixed category that I've stepped into. Boy or girl, I'm just a racing driver and want to show I can win and be the best.

Does it blow your mind how tiny the margins are between winning and losing?

It is amazing how all of us drivers get the car so close to the limit. It’s literally tenths if not hundreds of a second that divide us on the grid. We call it the tight rope. It's so easy to fall off of it, but whilst you're on it, you feel invincible. Hitting the brakes 3 per cent more or being delayed to the throttle by two metres can make such a drastic impact.

Why is it so important to have a women only championship?

A lot of people are against F1 Academy – they think it's segregation. I've grown up predominantly racing against lads so at first I thought I didn’t want to step away from that. But if it wasn't for F1 Academy, I would have stopped racing and wouldn't be going up the ladder. I'm a driver that has struggled with the financial side in the past but the F1 Academy kept my dream going. Without it, I wouldn't be doing this. This is what Susie is doing, helping so many females to continue racing or to get experience racing, ultimately getting us closer to Formula One. I owe a lot to Susie, I'm living breathing proof that it is working. Not only has it helped girls like me within it, it's helped girls watching that want to believe it could be them. They realise actually, it's not just a man's world – motorsport can be for anyone.

Do you feel like it’s another big win for women's sport?

Yes, as a whole women's sport is constantly on the rise and getting more popular. Everyone in their respective sports is amplifying that and being a part of that puzzle and creating the buzz around it. The Lionesses for example, I went to that [Euro 2022] final. What they did was such a big, big thing. The women's rugby team is doing well [ahead of the World Cup later this year] and then you've got the F1 Academy. This year there's 18 drivers, up from 16, so we’re showing what we can do, and what the younger girls that want to move up and go into it.

When you were growing up, how many girls were you racing against?

You'd get 200 drivers over a weekend in karting, there would be maybe four girls max. I was young and lived in blissful ignorance. If anyone did try to hurt my feelings like a lad at school or something, I didn't really care. Because I was there doing what I loved. And I thought at the end of the day they're probably just jealous. It was things like, Oh, I could beat you. I’d come back with, I don't think you realise what level I do this at. I do this at British Championship level.

When you were younger, did you come up against any drivers who are now in F1?

Gosh, yeah, I've driven with Ollie [Bearman] before, not directly raced against him. Same, I guess for Franco Colapinto, driven on a track with him before a few times. I might have actually raced against him.

Is it every motor racing driver’s dream to want to drive in F1?

We didn't want to go karting abroad, so probably at the age of 11 I started understanding what Formula 1 was, and started getting into that. By the time I was 15 I was like, I'd love to go into single-seaters down the Formula 1 route but it's very costly so we ended up deciding the GT route would be more realistic but since 2019 it's been full speed trying to go down the route to Formula 1. Any young driver sat here in a single-seater category would say the same but sometimes drivers can be so fixated on it and pass by opportunities that come about. I definitely am going to be open-minded if opportunities come my way. Maybe a stint in Formula E or WEC [World Endurance Championship], they're both two really, really prestigious championships, so to be racing in them would be really a great achievement.

You mention you struggled with the financial side of the sport. How so?

When I was 15, I started to understand the financial commitment that [being a racing driver] took and didn't want to put my family through any of that so at school I would sit in ICT and do sponsorship presentations when I wasn't supposed to be. Whenever I had access to a computer, I would be updating everything. And recently, any spare time I have, I do graphic design. I created my own little business digitally designing helmets. My own but also for other racers. I did some for Jessica Hawkins, Ben Barnicoat and Ferdinand Habsburg too.

Do you have a signature design?

Yeah, I really like a double pinstripe. It's just I've had it on a lot more recent helmets. I think it stands out, it's quite bold, but also makes it look quite tidy.

As a driver, do you have to know everything about the mechanics of the car?

You've got to have a good feel for what the car is doing, and you have to have a good enough relationship with your engineer. Their primary focus is to get the car in a better window for you, yours is to tell them what the car’s doing and where the good points and limitations are so they can balance that. You've got a drive through your bum is what they say. You feel your body moving and every little bump you go over. And if the car's twitching on the rear, you can feel it.

One of the stipulations of winning F1 Academy is you can’t return, right?

Yes, I can't go back to the championship, which I think is right. At the end of the day I'm there to try and keep progressing my career and move up the ranks. We've ended up going to GB3 and making the correct step in my career. Last year I didn't step off the podium once. So yeah, I graduated more than being kicked out.

Who from F1 congratulated you?

Esteban Ocon was really supportive and he reached out. And someone I didn't expect was Valtteri Bottas. Walking through the paddock, he stopped to congratulate me. He is a saint, Bottas, he's really nice.

What were some of the craziest things that happened to you as a consequence of winning?

I took Chloe Kelly around Silverstone. Mabel was so nice too, I did hot laps with her. Just rubbing shoulders with people like that, it is crazy. I don't think I'd ever have expected it but it just shows what F1 Academy is doing, getting the attention it deserves. It's the biggest thing I've achieved to date and it's been massive. I can't put it into words, and the attention that has come from it, and the support. And people that want to support me now this year. It is crazy to see in the last 12 months how much it has grown. The Netflix documentary that's coming out, that's going to increase the audience again.

Talk us through what it was like behind the scenes of filming F1: The Academy?

They filmed us for a bit in 2023 but I had no clue how big it was going to end up becoming. Going into 2024, we were told the film crew was gonna start following us around a lot more. Every race weekend we would sit down for 30 minutes with the production for recaps of what had just happened, feelings going into the race weekend and stuff like that. Then one question in Miami was ‘Who do you think this is going to be made for? And I was like, Netflix? The next week we had a sit down with Susie [Wolff] in Barcelona and she told us.

Did Susie Wolff have any tips for you?

Her advice was: show them your vulnerabilities, show them your strengths, and show them how hard you work. In Drive to Survive, there's a lot of politics within teams and drama, and there's so many more people involved. Whereas F1: The Academy is all about the journey [to becoming a driver]. There’s no engine or chassis differences like in Formula One so the racing is all down to the driver, which puts additional pressure on the driver.

It’s produced by Reese Witherspoon’s Hello Sunshine. How hands on was she?

Reese is a very busy woman so we never saw her trackside, but behind the scenes she was very involved in saying ‘let's do this’. I couldn't have thought of any better people [as Hello Sunshine] to be on board. I've seen Reese so many times on TV – Legally Blonde has got to be my favourite – then she’s stood next to me asking questions and being really interested in what I'm doing now. It’s mad.

What about the F1 movie starring Brad Pitt – did you clock much of the BTS of that too?

They literally did everything so low-key, you wouldn't even realise that they're there, to be honest. But I realised some of the people in the film I actually knew because some of the actual engineers were acting, which I thought was hilarious. I've worked with one of them before in the W Series. But when Brad Pitt walked down the paddock, there'd be a flock of people trying to get a photo of him – that's when you'd notice it.

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Bucking Tradition: A Yellowstone Fanfic

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror in the bunkhouse, staring at the brand on my chest. The skin around it was red, irritated, and tender to the touch. But it was there—a permanent reminder of what I did, what we did.

“Put some of this on it, baby,” he murmured, stepping behind me. He started to hand me the burn cream but hesitated, deciding to apply it himself. His fingers were gentle, careful, as he smoothed the cool ointment over the raw skin, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“I wish you hadn’t,” he admitted, his gaze dark and wistful as it trailed over the mark. “They were perfect.”

“So was yours,” I countered, my eyes drifting to the red ‘Y’ seared into his chest. A symbol of everything we had given and everything we had lost.

Around us, the others took turns applying the cream to their own brands, each one wearing the same silent acknowledgment of what had been done. We were connected now, tied to this place in a deeper, darker way than we had been just days ago. A brotherhood forged in pain, in loyalty, in blood.

I winced slightly as my bra strap settled against the edge of the ‘Y’ before buttoning up my shirt, the sting a lingering reminder of the cost we had paid.

The door swung open, and the barrel racers stumbled in. Their gazes flickered to us, their expressions shifting. Laramie’s eyes widened in awe, fascinated by the marks on our skin. Mia, on the other hand, curled her lip, disgust flickering across her face before she turned away.

I met her stare head-on in the mirror, unflinching. Let her look. Let them all look.

“How’s your face?” I looked over at Teeter as she pulled on her ball cap.

“I think it’ll be fuckable soon enough,” she cast a smirk in Colby’s direction. I saw how the nightmare they’d experienced brought them closer. “Else I’ll just have to have him fuck me from behind.”

I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. “I knew you’d wear him down eventually.” I cast my eyes over at Ryan. “Cowboys around here are hard to crack, but when they let you in, they don’t let you go.”

—-------

It was supposed to be a lazy day at the ranch. The cattle were grazing in the field they were meant to be in. Beth and Dad had gone to Helena to meet with the Governor and Jamie to see what could be done with the Market Equities threats.

Lazy days don’t last.

They never do.

My phone rang. Rip. I could count the number of times he called me on one hand.

“You find the thing you were looking for?” I asked. I knew he was going to propose to my sister. He wanted his dead mother’s ring to do it with. It was sweet in a morbid kind of way. The kind of sentiment Beth would appreciate.

“Yeah,” he answered, his voice tight. Then after a beat, “Have you talked to your Dad or Beth?”

I frowned. “Not since they left. Why?”

“I’ve been trying to reach them, but they ain’t answering.”

“Dad hates his phone,” I tried to reassure him. “You know that.”

Rip wasn’t convinced. “Yeah, I know. But he wouldn’t send me to voicemail.”

My stomach twisted. Rip wasn’t the kind to worry without reason. He didn’t call just to chat. If he was reaching out, it meant something was off.

“Mother fucker, I gotta go, there’s a horse down in the field,” he cursed, his voice sharp. Then the line went dead.

Rip never said goodbye. But that wasn’t what made me uneasy. It was the way he’d asked about my father. Like his gut was telling him something was wrong.

And I trusted Rip’s gut.

I heard the squeal of an unfamiliar vehicle outside. My body tensed as I ducked down, sliding the rifle from under Ryan’s bunk. I loaded it, clicking the shells into place with steady hands.

Slowly, I moved toward the door, tucking the rifle into my shoulder and holding it up, ready. My pulse pounded in my ears as I caught sight of a dark van pulling up. The doors swung open, and six men wearing clown masks spilled out armed with military-grade weapons.

They weren’t friendly.

I inched my way out the bunkhouse door, every muscle coiled with tension. Then, a shot rang out from the house.

“Stay behind me,” Ryan said, pressing himself against the wall. I nodded, my breath shallow. I was out of my element. There was no time to discuss our options, no time to second-guess. Another shot was fired.

Lloyd.

I turned my head just in time to see one of the masked men crumple to the ground near the corral, Lloyd’s rifle still aimed, smoke curling from the barrel.

The fight had begun.

Ryan held his finger over his lips and pointed at one of the masked men standing just feet away from us. I nodded, tightening my grip on the rifle. In a flash, Ryan lunged, his arm crushing the intruder’s throat as I swung the butt of my rifle into the man’s face. The sickening crunch of bone echoed in my ears.

Another shot rang out.

Ethan tumbled off his horse, clutching his side, his face twisted in pain. A fresh wave of rage surged through me. I didn’t hesitate. I raised my rifle, locked onto the shooter, and squeezed the trigger.

He didn’t have a face anymore.

Smoke clung to the air—thick, acrid, curling from the barrels of our rifles and from my grandfather’s cabin. Rip’s cabin.

Everything was a blur. Time seemed to stand still even as it rushed past me in violent flashes. My heartbeat roared in my ears, my breath shallow and quick.

The ground trembled beneath me, but whether it was from the gunfire, the pounding of hooves, or the weight of what we had just done, I couldn’t tell.

I locked my eyes on Monica’s who stood in the field across from me clutching Tate tight to her chest to shield him from the nightmare that unfolded. I stood there frozen for a moment counting the bodies that littered the ground. Five…there were six.

“There’s one more,” I called out.

“He’s in the house,” Monica said. I tried to focus on her words.

“That’s all of them…” I muttered, the weight of my rifle felt heavier in my hands.

The tension in the air was thick, the quiet after the storm settling over the field like a shroud. My heart was pounding in my ears, but I forced myself to stay still, to keep my eyes on Monica as she held Tate protectively. There was something about the way she gripped him, that motherly instinct, it made me feel both protective and helpless at the same time.

Monica’s voice trembled slightly, though she tried to keep it steady. “You need to get him out of here. The last one... I think he’s still alive.”

I looked toward the house. My fingers tightened around the rifle, a reminder of how close we had come to losing everything. “You sure? I don’t see him moving.”

“He’s in there, Alex. Please, don’t let him get away.”

The plea in her voice broke through the fog of my thoughts. I nodded, turning my gaze back to the house. One more left. I wasn’t going to let him slip away.

I took a deep breath, my hands steadying as I made my way toward the door.

I slipped quietly inside, the man who made it inside had bled out on the kitchen floor. I nudged him with my boot to make sure he was really gone.

“That’s the last one,” Lloyd echoed behind me, Jake was beside him and they lifted his body and dragged him outside.

“Give me the rifle, baby,” Ryan’s voice called out to me. I relaxed my grip and handed it over to him. His arms wrapped around me as I buried my face in his chest.

Ryan’s embrace was a steadying force, grounding me as the weight of what had just happened started to settle in. My muscles ached, my chest tight with a mix of adrenaline and exhaustion. I let myself melt into him, the scent of him—comforting, familiar—easing the knot in my stomach.

“You did good,” Ryan murmured, his voice soft but firm, like he was trying to reassure both of us. His hand stroked my hair gently, like he could hold me together with just that touch.

I swallowed hard, trying to push back the emotions threatening to surface. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this, Ryan.”

His grip tightened, just enough to remind me that he was there, that I wasn’t alone in this. “I know. But we’re still here. We made it through. You kept them safe.”

The sound of the bodies being dragged outside echoed faintly through the house, but I wasn’t thinking about them anymore. I was thinking about us, about what came next. The aftermath, the quiet that followed the chaos, and the decisions we’d have to face moving forward.

“We’ll figure it out,” Ryan whispered, like he could hear the questions swirling in my mind. And for a moment, that was enough.

“Y’all stay here,” Lloyd called as he ushered Monica and Tate back inside, his tone commanding but low. “Ryan, Colby—keep watch. Just in case.”

I glanced over at him, fighting to keep my voice steady. “Is everyone OK?” It was a dumb fucking question—of course, no one was OK. Everyone was shaken, everyone was hurting, but I couldn’t help myself.

“Everyone alive?” I added quickly, regretting the first question as soon as the words left my mouth.

Lloyd’s gaze flickered to the kitchen floor, and for a second, I could see the weight of the situation in his eyes. “Yeah. Teeter took Ethan to the vet,” he said, voice quieter. “Your father was shot. He’s been airlifted to the hospital. When we’re sure this place is clear, we’ll take you to him.”

I nodded, my gaze fixated on the pool of blood slowly spreading across the kitchen floor. It felt like everything was still, like the room was frozen in time, but inside, I was anything but calm.

—-----------------------------

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks slipped into months. My father remained in a coma, unresponsive, trapped somewhere between life and death. Beth’s office building had been reduced to rubble, her world shattered with it. She’d lost another assistant in the explosion. She was healing—physically, at least—but there was a hollowness to her now, something that didn’t seem to lift.

Kayce... Kayce had taken bullets, his body a battlefield from the men who’d tried to take our father down. He’d done what needed to be done, but it had cost him more than just blood.

He wasn’t the same after that. The fire that once sparked in his eyes had dimmed, and the smiles that used to come so easily were gone, replaced by a kind of silence that spoke louder than any words could.

Me, I was holding it together. There wasn’t time to break down—not when there was a ranch to run and lives on the line. I figured it out, even without Jamie or Beth to help. I’d spent years watching my father, Beth, and Jamie do what needed to be done, and now it was my turn. The lessons sank in deeper than I realized. I couldn’t let them take it from us, not when everyone else was fighting just to stay alive.

I sat behind my father’s desk, the familiar weight of it pressing down on me in a way it never had before. It felt different now, almost like it had grown heavier with responsibility.

Then, my phone rang. Beth.

I hesitated for just a moment before grabbing it, my hands trembling slightly. I sucked in a breath, bracing myself for whatever news she was about to give me. My pulse raced as I swiped to answer.

“Daddy’s awake,” she said, her voice quieter, calmer than it had been in weeks. I could hear the relief in her words, though it was wrapped up in something deeper, something we both needed more than we’d realized. “He wants to come home. I need you to help me get a room ready for him. A nurse.”

My heart hitched, the weight that had been pressing on my chest for months easing just a little. I felt like I could finally breathe again. “When?” I asked, my voice steadier than I expected.

“Day after tomorrow,” she said.

“I’ll have it done,” I promised, a small smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Love you, Beth.”

“I know,” she sighed, the familiar edge to her voice almost soothing in its bluntness. “Love you too, Alex.”

We weren’t the type of family that needed to say it all the time, not with the way we showed it. But after everything, after all that had happened, I couldn’t leave it unspoken. I needed her to hear it, to know I meant it with everything I had.

And just like that, the heaviness of it all didn’t seem quite so suffocating.

—---

I stood in the doorway of my father’s room, taking in the cold, sterile reality of it. Machines hummed softly, IV lines snaked from poles, and a hospital bed dominated the space where his old one used to be. He was going to hate it. Every last piece of it. But it was the price of bringing him home, the compromise the doctors had made.

And then there was the nurse. Maggie. Some overly chipper girl with a permanent, too-bright smile. He was going to hate her too.

“Alex,” Beth called from downstairs, her voice carrying through the house. “We’re home.”

I stepped into the hallway just in time to see the EMTs maneuvering my father’s stretcher through the front door. They struggled up the stairs, nearly losing their grip. My heart lurched.

“Hey! That’s precious cargo you’ve got there,” I snapped, stepping aside but keeping a sharp eye on them. “Be careful.”

My father’s gaze met mine as they carried him past, his expression unreadable beneath the exhaustion. I reached out and squeezed his hand, grounding both of us in the moment. “Welcome home, Daddy.”

The second they rolled him into his room, his face twisted in irritation. His sharp eyes scanned the equipment, the wires, the bed that wasn’t his.

“Get this shit outta here,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse but laced with that signature Dutton stubbornness. “Alex. Beth. I fucking mean it.”

Beth sighed, already exhausted before the real battle had even started. I stepped forward, arms crossed, ready for the fight I knew was coming.

“Can’t, Dad,” I said firmly. “It’s either this bed or the one back at the hospital. And I want you here, where I can keep an eye on you.”

His scowl deepened, but he didn’t argue. Not yet, anyway. He just let out a slow, aggravated breath, settling back against the pillows like a man resigned to war.

This was going to be a long recovery—for all of us.

“Get some rest, Dad,” I said, giving him one last look before stepping out the door. He muttered something under his breath, already irritated, but I let him be. If grumbling kept him alive, so be it.

Beth was waiting for me on the porch, a cigarette perched between her fingers. We stood in silence for a moment, staring out at the land we had almost died to protect. The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and violet, the kind of Montana sunset that should have felt peaceful. But all I could feel was the weight of everything that had happened.

“How long do you give him?” I asked, arms crossed as I glanced over at her. “Before he sends that chipper bitch packing?”

Beth took a slow drag, exhaling smoke into the cooling evening air. “Day, tops,” she said flatly, her lips curling into something that wasn’t quite a smile.

I huffed out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. That sounds about right.”

For a moment, it was just us, the silence stretching between cigarette drags and unspoken truths. We weren’t the same people we were before all this.

“Kayce still out there?” I asked, my eyes tracking the faint rustle in the brush. He was out there—I knew it before Beth even answered. Since coming home from the hospital, he’d barely left his post. Always watching, waiting for another ambush.

They had made it to our home, crossed that sacred line, and shattered what little sense of security we had left. Robbed us of our sanctuary. And Kayce wouldn’t let that happen again.

Not after what they made Tate do.

Not after what they made all of us do.

Beth didn’t say much, just took another slow drag of her cigarette and nodded. She didn’t have to say anything. We both knew Kayce wasn’t coming inside anytime soon.

“You’re fired!” Dad’s voice thundered from the other side of the door.

I barely flinched. Just sighed and muttered, “Didn’t even last the day.”

A moment later, the door swung open, and Dad stepped onto the porch. He was shaved, dressed, looking like himself again—but there was something different. A weariness in his eyes I had never seen before. It wasn’t just exhaustion. It was deeper, heavier. The kind of weight a man carries when he’s lost too much.

“You two should stay in the lodge until we have this figured out,” he said, his voice rough but steady.

Beth shook her head, her tone flat. “Rip and I moved into the foreman’s house.”

Dad nodded. “Good. That’s closer. The cabin’s too remote.”

Beth stilled. I watched her swallow hard, the moisture in her eyes barely held at bay.

“The cabin is gone, Daddy,” she said, her voice quieter than I’d heard it in a long time. “They killed that too.”

A muscle in Dad’s jaw ticked, his fingers curling into fists. “What else did they decide to kill?”

I placed a steadying hand on his arm, helping him ease into the porch chair. “It’ll still be there tomorrow,” I said gently. “You’re home. That’s all that matters for today.”

“We’ll talk defeat tomorrow,” Beth agreed, exhaling a slow breath. “I want to end this day on a victory.”

Silence settled over us, thick with everything left unsaid. Then, from the shadows, Kayce emerged, moving toward the house. He was still dressed in full camouflage, dirt smudged across his face, his expression unreadable.

But I knew that look.

He was still at war.

Even now, even here—he hadn’t come home yet. Not really.

—---

“I’m going out. Won’t be back ‘til late,” Beth announced as she stepped off the porch, the gravel crunching beneath her boots.

I frowned. “Where are you going?”

She didn’t hesitate. “I’m going to look that snake in the eye and confirm what I already know.”

I exhaled sharply. “He wouldn’t do that to us.”

Beth stopped mid-step, her laugh cold and humorless. “You mean he wouldn’t do this to you.” She shrugged off her jacket, the dim porch light catching the scars etched into her skin—scars that were as much Jamie’s fault as anyone else's. “When are you gonna wake up to who he really is? Time and fucking time again, he has let us down.”

I didn’t argue. Because deep down, I knew she was right.

Not about Jamie being behind this—not completely. But about the person he was turning into.

He had called me. He had called Kayce. He had even called the hospital. But not once had he called Beth. He wouldn’t give her that. Wouldn’t let her hear it from him.

And when he spoke to me, he asked about the ranch more than he asked about our father.

Jamie would always be my brother. No matter what he did, no matter how far he drifted from us, that fact wouldn’t change. He had spent his whole life trying to prove he belonged—first to our father, then to the rest of us, and finally, to himself. But when he discovered he was adopted, I think he thought that truth would break the bond between us. That we’d stop seeing him as one of us.

I never had to question my place in this family. Jamie did. Maybe that’s why he always seemed like he had something to prove.

I remembered a day, long before I understood what made us different.

“Why can’t I have bright blue eyes like Jamie?” I had asked my mother when I was five, staring up at her with the hazel eyes I’d inherited from my father.

She had smiled, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Jamie’s special, honey,” she said softly. “God gave him to me.”

I didn’t understand what she meant at the time. I just accepted it the way children do, as if it were some simple truth of the world, no different than the sky being blue or the mountains standing tall.

But now, looking back, I wondered if she had said it more for herself than for me.

My father cleared his throat behind me as he stepped back outside, pulling me from my thoughts. His boots scraped against the wooden planks as he groaned, gripping the railing before stepping off the porch.

“Where are you going, Dad?” I asked, quickly following after him. I reached out, catching his arm to steady him when he wavered slightly.

“Bunkhouse,” he answered, his tone firm but tired. “Need to talk to them.”

I frowned. “That’s a long walk. You just got out of bed two days ago.”

“Guess that’s why you’re gonna have to walk with me, sweetheart,” he grumbled.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head. Stubborn old bastard. But I didn’t argue. Instead, I tucked my arm around his, matching his pace as we made our way across the yard. His steps were slower than they used to be, but his grip was steady, his determination unshaken.

He wasn’t ready to sit on the sidelines. And no matter how much I wanted to force him to rest, I knew better than to try.

The bunkhouse was quieter than it used to be. Everything had been quieter since the attack. The hands had fought for this land—fought for us—like it was their own. And in some ways, it was. They had shed blood for it, lost sleep over it, and carried the weight of it just like we had.

When we stepped inside, all eyes drifted toward us, the low murmur of conversation fading into silence. It wasn’t just me they were staring at—it was him. John Dutton didn’t make appearances in the bunkhouse, not unless it was for a reason. And this time, it wasn’t for discipline or orders.

I felt my grip on his arm relax as he stepped away from me. I lingered near the wall, watching as he crossed the room, his presence commanding even in his weakened state.

“No picnic working here, huh?” Dad started, his voice carrying through the room. The hands exchanged glances, a few nodding, but no one spoke.

He let out a slow breath. “I’m here to say I’m sorry. And I’m here to say thank you.”

That caught their attention. The hands straightened slightly, their gazes locked onto him.

“I’m sorry people came after you to get to me. That’s not what you signed up for. I’m sorry you went through that.” He paused, his eyes sweeping the room, landing on each of them in turn. “Now, to thank you. And I mean it from the bottom of my heart: thank you for fighting back. Thank you for protecting this place,” he glanced at me, “for protecting my family. I’ll never forget it.”

For a long moment, no one spoke. Some of the men nodded, others looked away, like they weren’t sure what to do with his gratitude. But I could see it mattered.

Dad clapped his hands together. “Now, you stop worrying about fighting. Worry about cowboying. You leave the fighting to me.”

He moved toward the kitchen, his steps slower but steady. When he caught sight of the overflowing trash can, beer cans stacked haphazardly on the counter, and empty boxes littering the floor, he let out a long-suffering sigh.

“Good Lord,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Looks like you boys could use some beer, huh?”

I smirked, watching as he yanked open the fully stocked fridge. Some things never changed.

Letting out a breath, I settled into the chair next to Ryan, finally letting myself relax, even if just for a moment.

Dad pulled a beer from the fridge, popped the cap off, and took a long swallow like it was the first decent thing he'd had in weeks.

“Dad…” I started, knowing full well he wouldn’t listen to my warning.

He cut me a look before Lloyd spoke up. “You alright to drink, boss?”

Dad smirked, leaning back against the counter. “Lloyd, I’ve come to the conclusion that the only thing on this earth that can kill me is me.” He took another sip, his expression lighter than it had been in a long time. Then he turned toward the table, eyes scanning the group. “Any of you dipshits feel like losing a week’s wages to the boss?”

That got a round of laughter, the kind that came from men who thought they had a chance—until they didn’t. They liked to think they could bluff their way into a bonus, but Dad had been playing cards longer than most of them had been alive.

His gaze drifted over to Laramie as she leaned into Walker, then landed on Ryan, whose arm was already draped over my shoulders. A flicker of something crossed his face—curiosity, amusement, maybe even approval, though he wouldn’t say it outright.

“Can someone explain to me how this whole deal is working out?” he asked, nodding toward the tangled web of relationships in the room.

Jake smirked. “Well, that’s what you’d call a constant state of evolution.”

Dad chuckled. “Well, look at the big words from Jake,” he said, pulling up a chair.

“We playing Hold ‘Em now?” Ryan asked, sliding the deck to Lloyd.

“Depends on how much money you want to lose, cowboy,” I teased, shooting him a wink.

Colby grinned. “Just so you know, when we play cards, we talk a lot of trash. So don’t go getting your feelings hurt, alright?”

Dad leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “If one of you boys thinks you can insult me, give it your best shot.”

Ryan chuckled. “Don’t mind if I do.”

“Alright, the game’s Hold ‘Em,” Lloyd said, dealing out the cards.

I tossed my money into the pot, watching as my father analyzed his hand. He looked more at ease than I’d seen him in months, like the weight of the world had lifted—if only for the night.

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Ryan’s hair had gotten longer over the past few months, and I still hadn’t decided if I liked it. But when he looked down at me with that same easy smile, none of that really mattered.

“So, when do you plan on talking to my father?” I asked, running my fingers through the tousled strands.

“Talk to your father about what?” he smirked as he climbed out of bed, stretching before reaching for his jeans.

I propped myself up on my elbow, watching him get dressed. “I know what you’re planning. I just don’t want you to be disappointed with the size of my dowry. Might just be a sack of potatoes and a broodmare.”

He paused, one boot in his hand, brow lifting. “Who told you? Was it Colby?”

I smirked. “I’m not divulging my sources, cowboy. I took an oath.”

“Yeah, it was Colby,” he sighed, shaking his head before crossing the room. His hands found my waist as I knelt on the bed, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“I’m just waiting until your dad’s feeling better,” he murmured.

“That might take longer than I’m willing to wait,” I whispered, tracing my fingertips along his jaw.

Ryan’s lips curved into that slow, knowing smile before he dipped his head, his mouth grazing the spot on my neck that turned my thoughts to static.

“Let me do this my way, baby,” he whispered against my skin.

I sucked in a breath, the heat stirring low in my stomach. “You drive a hard bargain.”

He gave my ass a playful swat. “Get dressed, Travis is bringing horses to show your dad.”

“You know the way to my heart,” I teased, climbing out of bed.

As I pulled my nightgown up over my head, I felt his gaze linger. The air between us thickened for a second before I smirked and turned away, grabbing a clean pair of jeans and a shirt from the closet. My fingers brushed over one of his good shirts hanging there, a quiet reminder of how much time we spent together. We split our nights between my room and the bunkhouse, but his best shirts—the ones he didn’t want to wrinkle—always ended up here.

I glanced over my shoulder to find him still watching me, that familiar heat in his eyes.

“Keep looking at me like that, and we won’t make it outside in time to see those horses,” I warned.

Ryan grinned, running a hand through his hair before reaching for his hat. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

He eyed me for a moment, seeing the shirt that I wore fit tight across my chest, exposing a little more cleavage than I normally did for ranch chores, but didn’t say anything out loud.

“What’s that look for?” I cocked a brow.

“You’re going to be a distraction,” he smirked slipping his arms around me.

“That’s the idea,” I tilted my hat back and stepped up on my toes to press a soft kiss to his lips, “Easier to talk Travis down if he’s looking at my boobs.”

Ryan chuckled, his grip on my waist tightening just a little. “Can’t say I love the strategy, but I can’t argue with the logic.”

I smirked, adjusting my hat as I stepped away from him. “Travis is a businessman, but he’s still a man. A little distraction never hurt negotiations.”

Ryan smirked, shaking his head as he grabbed his belt off the chair. “You sure know how to play the game, baby.”

“That’s the plan,” I shot back, pulling on my boots. “Now come on before my dad wonders if you finally talked me into running off to Vegas.”

He grinned at that, tossing his arm around my shoulders as we headed out. “If I had, we wouldn’t be coming back.”

Travis and his team unloaded the horses, each one more impressive than the last. Their coats gleamed in the sunlight, muscles rippling as they stepped off the trailer with the confidence of champions.

“Well, your new crew is a hell of a lot prettier than your old one,” I called out, eyeing the riders. Most of them were women��tall, lean, and sharp-eyed, each one looking like they belonged in a magazine as much as they did in a saddle.

“Goddamn, I love when Travis comes to the ranch,” Jake muttered, practically drooling.

Travis caught my eye, then glanced at Jake, smirking. So much for using my assets to negotiate—I had competition.

“So, you’re from where? Texarkana?” Travis asked Teeter, squinting at her like he was trying to place an old memory.

“Yeah, Texarkana,” she answered, chewing her gum like she had all the time in the world.

“Which side of the river?”

“North.”

Travis barked out a laugh. “That ain’t Texas, that’s goddamn Arkansas. Stop tellin’ people you’re from Texas.”

Teeter just shrugged. “Whatever you say, man.”

Rip strolled up, arms crossed over his chest. “You ever sell that five-million-dollar bastard?”

Travis smirked. “I try to leave every show with an empty trailer.” He nodded toward a sleek new saddle perched on the fence. “Had Andy Masci make you something special.”

Rip cocked a brow behind his dark sunglasses. “Yeah? What for?”

“Little wedding present,” Travis grinned.

Rip huffed a laugh. “How’d you figure that out, motherfucker?”

Travis threw up his hands. “I’m a horse trainer, brother. When a woman goes off the market, I get a fucking email.”

One of his girls led a pair of horses over, their hooves thudding softly against the packed dirt. Travis gave me a once-over, then gestured to the horses.

“Alex, I do appreciate the effort, but I think these two will do what you need.”

I stepped up onto the fence, leaning forward just enough to make my point. “Suppose I can’t talk you into a two-for-one special?”

“You could try,” Travis said, looking down at me with a knowing smirk. “Can’t say how much it’ll work.”

Before I could push my luck any further, the sound of hoofbeats drew his attention past me. I turned to see Dad and Kayce riding in from the fields, their silhouettes framed by the late afternoon sun.

“I don’t think the doctor cleared you for riding,” I said, narrowing my eyes at my father.

Kayce gave me a look—one I knew all too well. He’d already had this argument and lost.

“I didn’t ask him, sweetheart,” Dad said simply as he swung down from his horse, landing with a grunt.

None of us pressed the issue. Instead, we all turned our attention to Travis, watching as he worked his horse with a level of skill that was damn near mesmerizing.

“Goddamn,” Kayce muttered, eyes locked on the stallion as it spun and surged forward with effortless power. “He just gets the livestock, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah,” Rip responded, almost in awe. “What are y’all shopping for?”

“I need a pair for Roman trick riding,” I answered, my excitement creeping into my voice.

“The hell is that?” Rip asked, brow furrowed.

“It’s when you stand on two horses and ride around the arena,” I explained.

Rip looked at me like I’d lost my damn mind. “That sounds… interesting.”

“It’s fucking awesome,” I corrected him.

Dad sighed, shaking his head. “Sweetheart…”

I braced myself. I knew that tone.

“I don’t need you to buy me a pony, Dad,” I said before he could go any further. “I’m not eight years old anymore.”

“I know that,” he admitted. “Just thought you were done with all that.”

I crossed my arms, leveling him with a look. “I’ll still be doing it when I’m eighty.”

Dad exhaled sharply, his expression caught somewhere between pride and exasperation. “I’d just like to see you live that long.”

“I know what I’m doing, Dad,” I assured him, my voice softer now.

He nodded, but I could still see the worry lingering in his eyes.

“What exactly are you looking for?” I quirked a brow, steering the conversation away from the worry still lingering in his eyes.

“Legacy,” he answered simply. Then, after a beat, he continued, “You know the King Ranch down in Texas?”

I nodded.

“They got 825,000 acres.”

Kayce nodded too, following along.

“The land down there is so thick with oil,” Dad went on, “you could stab the damn ground with a shovel and strike it. So how’s that ranch still there? That’s the real question.”

“Yeah,” Kayce said. “You’d think some big oil company would’ve bought them out by now.”

Dad pointed a finger at him. “That’s because they got ahead of it. Started their own oil company, bred their own cattle, hell, even bred their own horses. There ain’t a single horse in that arena you can’t trace back to the King Ranch.” His gaze moved between us. “That’s what we’re gonna do. Outside of this valley, who even knows we’re here? I’m gonna make sure the whole damn world does.”

“You want to put Travis on the road?” I asked.

Dad nodded, then looked to Rip. “You know him best. What do you think?”

“That fucker doesn’t do anything but win,” Rip said, then glanced at me. “Just like you.”

Kayce wasn’t convinced. “Can we trust him?”

I smirked. “He puts the whore in horse trainer.”

Rip chuckled. “If he’s riding for the Y, he’ll be true to it. But he’ll fuck over everyone else, sir.”

Dad took a slow breath, then stepped toward Travis, who was still mounted.

“Hey, John,” Travis greeted with a knowing grin.

Dad motioned toward the horse he’d been working. “How’s he priced?”

“Through the roof.”

“Well, what if I put him on the road with you? How’s he priced then?”

“Price stays the same, but you’ll earn it back in less than a year,” Travis answered without hesitation.

“I’ll take him,” Dad said, no room for argument. “Now show me more.”

Travis’s grin widened. “How many you want?”

I shook my head slightly, already seeing the gleam in his eyes.

“When people see horses,” Dad said, “I want them thinking of the Yellowstone.”

Travis nodded knowingly. “John, you know the deal—there’s no money in the oak. All the money’s in the acorn. I’ll find you a stud. Give me three years.”

Dad shook his head. “Don’t have three years. Just get me in now. Find me acorns on the way to that winner’s circle.”

Travis studied him, then asked, “You want cutters?”

“I want all three,” Dad replied.

Travis let out a low whistle. “John, that’s gonna cost a lot of money. A few million to do it right.”

Dad didn’t hesitate. “Can you win it back?”

Travis leaned forward in the saddle. “If we’re doing this, then let me do it right. I’ll get you the best of the best in all three, and I’ll stack checks on your desk as thick as a damn phone book.”

Dad gave him a firm nod. “Do it.”

Travis didn’t waste a second. “Alright. I’ll start making calls.” With that, he turned his horse and rode off.

Kayce exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “We can’t afford to do this.”

Dad didn’t waver. “Yeah, well, we can’t afford not to, son.”

I took a breath, stepping forward. “Dad?”

He turned, already bracing for a fight. “I don’t need you to try to talk me out of it, honey.”

“I’m not gonna try to talk you out of it.” I hesitated just long enough for him to notice. “I just… I want to be a part of it. This is my legacy too. I want to invest in it.”

Dad studied me for a long moment, then finally, he nodded. “Alright then, you’re in.”

That was all I needed to hear.

#yellowstone fanfiction #ryan x oc yellowstone #ryan yellowstone #yellowstone #yellowstone smut #yellowstone tv

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a-sad-mage · 3 months ago

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I need to spew some ideas. Sorry

So, with W.B.'s dads, when he sees them again, he immediately wants to forgive and see them, but he can't entirely process the situation just yet (somewhat because of him being a stealth pregnancy). But I did think that Brandon and Kindle (who I ain't redeeming immediately or ignoring what they did. I'm not Hazbin Hotel with Stolas) could take W.B. back in. But that's made me think that they should maybe end up getting somewhat normal jobs.

I've already decided on morgue for Kindle (since he has medical experience, it's also what I'm making his surface bound job), but I'm not as sure with Brandon. I'm thinking maybe mall security or construction worker/miner.

But it also made me think what normal jobs the old and new stunters would have if they were normal people.So...

Normal jobs Slugterra characters au?

So, as I mentioned in a previous ask?/comment? (These are just in general) End continues working as a miner, and Wilder continues working as a mechanic. (Fun idea for the Shane gang to meet Wilder through Grendle and Wilder and Kord end up having an inventor/mechanic rivalry?)

Now, Minotaur. He'd probably end up continuing his mercenary work or (if we mean normal, normal) he'd work at a trade store, I think.

Moulton and Slasher. Moulton and Slasher would probably get a warehouse job, since I think it fits them (do you agree). They also just skateboard around town a bunch.

W.B. doesn't need/can't get a job at the moment. So he's, of course, just at school. Sometimes, he just skates around with Slasher and Moulton. Since they basically become somewhat cousins, since in this, the old stunters are just old friends to each other, not a gang (and because Minotaur adopts Slasher and Moulton from the streets). (When W.B. was little called Minotaur 'Auntie' because Minotaur looked feminine wearing his makeup).

And finally, Drag who either ends up working as a racer, or ends up working with End (pun intended).

But yeah, that's all. Sorry, I just love when people listen to my ideas. (And I'm really sorry if this is an information load, and I'm just commenting too much.)

Hey, never apologize for word vomiting, sometimes you just need to let it out-

First, Kindle and Brandon not being immediately forgiven by W.B. is, grate. You really can't just disappear from you kids life and expect them to be a-okay with you right away-

And, I mentioned this before, but the jobs are a grate idea! Especially if where talking about the Surface Bound AU.

Characters need something to do, wether it's a hobby, or a job. As those can help explain certain things about their skill set, or how they deal with things the way they do, and even form preexisting relationships with other characters through minor interactions. Like Kord and Wilder becoming Mechanic Rivals-

#slugterra au #slugterra stunters au #not my au #ask blog #ask me anything #a rant i guess #ask #slugterra headcannon #ima be out most of the day :( but ill clean oy anything in my inbox by this evening-

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carboardserpent · 2 years ago

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Chick Hicks headcanons

(Humanised!)

5'10" (178cm) tall.

Medium build, but well toned.

Slicked back black hair and most well-groomed moustache in the country.

Don't say a negative word about his moustache, or you will get punched.

Has a tattoo of a Piston Cup on his left bicep, dated '2006'.

(Depending on the AU, the date may be tattoed over and removed)

He has a tattoo of the letter 'C' in a storm cloud on his right bicep.

He's got so much t r a u m a ✨️

Superiority complex - overcompensenating for feelings of inadequacy.

Craves validation and praise.

If he had a partner, he would treat them like royalty. (He just can't get one)

Like he'd go to unhealthy lengths to make sure they're happy, even if he wasn't.

Gift giving is his love language.

He is LOADED. The number of zeroes in his bank balance is stupid.

He's literally a textbook target for a gold digger.

Fix him, please.

He's genuinely a really good racer. He came from near dead last to tie for first. He's consistently been runner up for years and yet gets no recognition for his skill.

Contrary to what he wants the public to believe, he does actually feel guilty for almost killing Strip.

Guilt is a sign of weakness, though. Or so his dad used to tell him.

He needs someone to stroke his hair and tell him he's doing a good job.

Retiring was technically on his terms, but he still felt pressured into it. Not by Hostile Takeover Bank, but by the racing fans as a whole.

Just like most of the other racers, he wasn't ready to quit the racing world, which is why he went on to make his show.

Despite being more or less universally hated, he still pulls in a great number of viewers because he actually knows what he's talking about and knows what information is relevant to the fans of the sport.

Sustained a throat injury somewhere between the end of Cars 1 and the start of Cars 3 that changed his voice, the cause of which was never made public.

(It was an off-season crash on regular, public roads, and one he didn't actually cause. But the public would never believe that.)

Incidentally, he rarely shows his neck in public, often wearing turtleneck shirts or zipped up jackets. Any time he has to show it, such as in hot weather, he has makeup artists cover the scarring on his throat.

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Hope you enjoyed these HCs! Chick deserves redemption and I will die on this hill.

( @kachow-i-love-being-me hope these were what you were looking for!)

#cars fandom #cars pixar #pixar cars #cars 2006 #disney cars #chick hicks #i love him so much

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gamersonthego · 2 years ago

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GOTG Review: Hypnospace Outlaw

This is the next game in my Backlog Roulette series, where each month I spin a wheel to randomly select a game on my massive backlog that I must play (though not necessarily to completion). These wheel spins occur on the monthly preview episodes I co-host with my friends on The Casual Hour podcast.

Both of my parents were educators at my elementary school (they're retired now.) Mom was a 3rd grade teacher and Dad taught gym. They both would stay after classes were over to work on lesson plans or grade papers or move equipment, and I got to freely choose which one to spend time with before we got to go home. With Dad, I would mostly practice free throws in the gym (though I never got any good at them). But with Mom, I’d often get to play on her computer (when I wasn’t watching Digimon Adventure on her classroom TV.

That was probably my first real experience with computers. I’d play things like Oregon Trail II (the best one, by the way) or an awful typing program called PAWS featuring a freaky Cheshire-Cat-like mascot. But sometimes, I would load up Netscape Navigator and just poke around on the late ‘90s internet.

I hated this cat so much as a kid.

I only remember bits and pieces of that time online. A Sokoban block-pushing puzzler, a Super Mario Bros. fan game with all-new levels, some first-person hovercraft racer that had multiplayer LAN capabilities (I’ve never been able to find that game since, it’s definitely not Hover! by Microsoft.) a fansite for the Sonic Underground cartoon. Even with my fragmented memory, I remember the joy and adventure I had just digging around. Anything could be around that next corner, and that was half the fun.

Hypnospace Outlaw is the closest I’ve ever come to reliving those formative computer experiences. Set in an alternate 1999, you are thrust into Hypnospace — an internet stand-in that’s part GeoCities and part forum chatroom — and are asked to moderate and police this online Wild West.

Developer Tendershoot has nailed the tone and aesthetic of this era. The highly compressed bitmap images, the way pages auto-play (incredible) music when they load, the terrible, terrible fonts, the fileshare servers that are completely inscrutable unless you know exactly what you’re looking for — it’s all just perfect. And it’s not just Hypnospace. The game has its own little desktop computer experience complete with email, virtual pets, a download manager and more. It reminds me of Cibele or Her Story, but much more freeform and robust. But all that is just aesthetic — the game itself is pretty cool too. As a Hypnospace moderator, you’re given little jobs as you explore the various pages and zones of the browser: Take down some copyrighted material here, censor some threatening speech there, find some lost files that are hanging around…somewhere. Some of these tasks just require you to pay close attention to the pages themselves, while others force you to put on your hacker cap as you cross reference ID codes with unlisted pages, crack passwords or decrypt files, all while a corporate conspiracy bubbles up around you.

It’s truly satisfying to use your online sleuthing skills to their fullest. And whether you’re stopping a virus from breaking the virtual world or just banning a kid who can’t seem to stop making offensive webcomics, you just feel this sense of power.

In many ways, Hypnospace Outlaw the platonic ideal of the concept of late-90s computing. I do wonder if that hyper-specific aesthetic and mechanics gives it too narrow of an audience, but as someone who is part of that narrow audience, I found my experience with it to be incredibly fun. And it’s one I won’t soon forget.

#game review #backlog roulette #pc #hypnospace outlaw

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viewer-of-many · 3 months ago

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HWLR Alterverse AU: Car Wash Catastrophe

🎤"It's a beautiful morning here in Hot Wheels City. And I tell ya, nothing can ruin this grand opening of the Hot Wheels Ultimate Car Wash...except a giant rampaging octopus!"🎤 Said octopus began lurching toward the car wash, its rider clearly enjoying all of this. 🪞"Ooh, this is fun! For me that is- it's scary for you!"🪞

Meanwhile, at the Ultimate Garage: 💛"Ever get thirsty on a long race? My new dashboard water shooter can solve that! Just press this button and...whoa!"💛 The water ended up going everywhere, but it was turned off quickly enough. 💛"Whew! Sorry, Dash! That wasn't right. Looks like some adjustments are in order- like changing the angle."💛 "Ah, don't worry, Spark. Every failure means you're one step closer to success! Keep trying!" Just then, Squeakers rushes towards them in a panic, slipping on some water as he does so. 🐭*hurried squeaking*🐭 "Uh, I might be paraphrasing, but did Squeakers just say there's a GIANT OCTOPUS?!"

🎤"The octopus is running, uh, slithering wild! And not even the police can tame these tentacles!"🎤

The campers ran over to where a holographic display of what's going on was located. 💛"The octopus, it's destroying the city!"💛 "We have to stop it!" "Challenge Accepted!" "I choose: the RocketFire!" "I choose: the Baja Jump Truck!" 🩶"I choose: the Mountain Mauler!"🩶 "I choose: the Power Surge!" "I choose: the Roller Toaster!" 💛"The best thing to stop a sea creature- another sea creature! I choose: the Shark Bite!"💛 Cars selected, all lined up, and away they go to save the day!

Back at the car wash: 🪞"I'm destroying Hot Wheels City, and all the cars in it! What a glorious day!"🪞 🎤"You heard it here first folks: this pesky professor is gonna destroy the car wash!"🎤 🪞"Hey, don't undersell it: I'm destroying the WHOLE CITY! This is just, you know, first."🪞

At this point, the campers had arrived. "Hey dude, this is a no octopus loading area!" 🪞"Race back to where you came from kids, because I, Professor Rearview...wait, is that Cruise? Oh, you better race back home right now, you're in so much trouble, do you hear me?!"🪞 "Cruise, you know this guy?" "Yeah...that's my dad." The other campers were very surprised by that! 🪞"Glad you're still willing to admit it! Now then, where was I...oh, right: I'm going to make this city pay for its love of cars! I hate them so, so much: they're loud, they pollute like crazy, and don't even get me started on parallel parking! This city, and all its cars, will be destroyed! And I'll evilly laugh like this: *attempts an evil laugh- keyword being attempts.*"🪞

💛"Ok, I analyzed the octopus. I think the best way to stop it is to use its tentacles against itself! Let's all race really fast at the tentacles so they get tangled up like a pretzel! Come on!"💛 They go to do exactly that, but the professor isn't going to make things easy. 🪞"Octopus, get those racers!"🪞 Using two of its tentacles as a fan, the octopus was able to blow the racers back! 🪞"Ha! Nothing can distract me from my plan, nothing...hey, is that a pizza truck down there?"🪞

"Well, that didn't work, like, at all." 💛"It's like Dash said: every failure means we're one step closer to success. Hmm...let's try racing at the octopus from different directions!"💛 "If we do that, it'll be a lot harder for the octopus to catch us!" "One extra-large order of calamari, coming up!" Meanwhile, Professor Rearview was chomping down on pizza, one slice at a time. 🪞"Mmm...back for more, racers?"🪞 The campers split up into two teams: Cruise, Mac, and Sidecar on one side; Axle, Brights, and Spark on the other. As they raced around, the octopus took a bit to decide who to focus on first. "Yes! We're confusing it! Keep it up...whoa!" 🪞"No, we'll keep you up! Also, while you're here...*tries to hand her some of the pizza* ...want some? It's got your favorite toppings!"🪞 "I'm not hungry." 🪞"Fine, more for me then! Octopus, get those other racers!"🪞

"Uh, I don't remember reading about this on the camp website." 🩶"Maybe it was in the brochure!"🩶 The octopus had gotten hold of one whole team! 💛"Don't worry guys: this is why we raced in different directions. If some cars get caught, we still have a chance to stop the octopus!"💛 "Smart thinking, Spark!" The two of them crisscrossed their path, thus causing the octopus to do the same with some of its tentacles. "It's really working...Ah! Never mind! Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!" 🪞"There's still one more racer!"🪞 Axle managed to get on the upper side of the octopus's tentacles...before also getting grabbed...and the octopus had more in store for him! "Ugh, you need a breath mint!" Down the hatch he went! 🩶"Axle! NOOOO!"🩶 Thankfully, he was in a big car that didn't stay down easily. 🪞"I think you might've eaten too fast, octopus. Kind of like I did with all those pizza slices."🪞 What goes in now comes out, very dirty, but otherwise fine. "Axle, you ok?" "Oh, I'm fine, Cruise. I love getting burped up by some thing your dad made!"

🩶"I know Dash thinks we could do this, but all we've done is fail."🩶💛"Failure doesn't mean quitting- it means trying even harder!" 💛 "I agree, Spark! The way we win is to try, fail, and repeat until we get it right!" "Then come up with a new plan, fast!" "Yeah, those tentacles are snatching up cars like Professor Rearview snatches up pizza slices!" 🪞"Hey! Don't judge me, it's my cheat day!"🪞

💛"We need a way to keep the octopus from grabbing us. Cruise, any ideas?"💛 "Well..." *flashback starts* "Dad and I had to wear some special Slip Suits he invented so it didn't grab us while we took care of it" *flashback ends* "...but I don't think we can put something like that on our cars." Spark looked up at the Ultimate Car Wash. 💛"Or can we? Everyone, follow me!"💛 "Yeah! I don't know what you guys are talking about, but I like how you said it!"

🎤"What's this?! It looks like the racers from the Ultimate Garage Racing Camp are taking their cars for a spin- a spin cycle that is!"🎤 Through the car wash they go, getting their cars all nice and soapy. 💛"Now that we're slippery, we can race in different directions and the octopus can't catch us!"💛 🪞"These kids don't quit! Put an end to all this, octopus!"🪞 Once again, the campers drove all over, only this time, when the octopus tried to grab them, it couldn't hold on for long! "We're giving this octopus the slip!" "Let's wrap this up once and for all!" 💛"With all this soap on our cars, we're way too slippery for the octopus to pick up!"💛 A bit more driving around, and the octopus's tentacles were too wrapped around each other to move!🪞"Just wait a minute...oh, I'm losing, aren't I? Great."🪞 💛"Now it's time to send the supersized sea creature back where it belongs! Mega Crunch, activate! Go Hot Wheels!"💛 A super sized bite on one of the car wash's pipes unleashed a torrent of water straight at the octopus, sending it far away into the air! 🪞"I'll get you and your cars for this! I'll be back!"🪞

As the racers drove over to where Dash was, they started talking about what they achieved that day. "Epic aim, Spark!" 💛"Thanks, Mac! I realized that pipe was like a bigger version of my dashboard water shooter. This time, I got the angle right!"💛 "You sure did! But if I know my dad, then I'm sure we haven't seen the last of him." When they reached Dash, they saw her and some other guy talking to the police. "Oh, hey campers! Good work today- I'm so proud you never gave up!" 💛"We just had to try, fail, learn, and repeat, until we succeeded!"💛 "Exactly! And trying until you succeed is why you earned a Flame Badge!" *Cheers all around* 💛"Thank you, Dash! I'm honored...but, what's going on here?"💛

"There's...another issue." The police explained from there. 🚓"Missing persons case. Any of you seen him today?"🚓 A picture was shown that most of them recognized. 💛"Coop? No, we haven't."💛 "Who's Coop?" "He was supposed to be at camp like us, but he got sick. We all sent him well wishes over a video chat!" Oh yeah, Cruise did see them looking at a tablet when she showed up- guess this was what that was about! At this point, the other guy that was there- Coop's father- spoke up. "He's feeling a lot better now. I thought it would be nice to take him to the grand opening of the car wash today, and then straight to camp tomorrow. But we got separated during the octopus attack, and now, I can't find him anywhere!" Oh, that sure can't be good...

#hot wheels let's race #alterverse au

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screwyouhippie · 2 years ago

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𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔

𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒔 𝑮𝒂𝒏𝒈

𝙲𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚐

Craig is a very heavy sleeper which makes it really hard to wake him up. His house could be getting nuked and he'd still be sound asleep. Which is good for him, but terrible for Tweek whenever he stays the night since it makes him think he died. Because of how heavily he sleeps, he seems to wake up to himself being in very awkward and uncomfortable positions which make him look like he was dismembered and put back together by some sort of high alien. Which also doesn't help Tweek at all. And since Tweek often struggles to fall asleep, Craig does his best to stay awake until Tweek falls asleep. He's only successful 30% of the time though.

There is only one thing that can wake Craig up, the Red Racer Intro. Craig literally watches this show every day of the week and he absolutely CANNOT afford to miss a single episode of it, even if he's watched the entire show multiple times. So whenever you need to wake Craig up in any situation, just play the intro of Red Racer and he's up in .1 seconds. Though he might be a little if not VERY angry if you wake him up like this, unless you're Tweek.

Tweek

Tweek hangs around Craig a lot, so Tweek has picked up on some of Craigs.. bad habits.. Craig is notorious for being the bad kid in class and flipping everyone off, including teachers. So, now Tweek also flips people off whenever they annoy him, especially the main four which Craig and his gang find absolutely hilarious. But as to their dismay, Tweek also flips them off whenever they're being annoying or arrogant which they can be often times. Tweek has even flipped off Craig a couple of times out of habit of doing it to everyone else (He ended up having a panic attack afterwards and Craig had to comfort him). Though Craig seemed to find it amusing.

So now instead of it being just Craig getting sent to the principals office, it's both Tweek AND Craig who get sent for flipping teachers off together. The councilor always lets them off with a warning since they're gay and Cartman absolutely hates that they get special treatment because of it. Tweek and Craig always flip him off together just because it's funny. The Asian girls have definitely drawn fan art of them out of this.

Tolkien

Tolkien is the mom friend of the group, if not the voice of reason often times. And because he's one of the few kids with actual good parents, he has great advice given to him by his parents. So whenever something goes wrong for one of the group members, the first person they go to is Tolkien. Tweek and Craig have even tried to hire Tolkien as their personal Couple Councilor. Tolkien is the type of person to carry bandages and alcohol wipes in his bag and pockets. And in his mind, anything that can't be cured with those or an ice pack, requires a trip to the emergency room.

The others have definitely asked Tolkien for money at least once, seeing as how he's loaded. But instead of just lending them money, he refers them small part time jobs where they can earn it themselves. I can see Tolkien asking his parents if they could hire his friends as his butlers so he doesn't have to do chores anymore. They denied this of course, so Tolkien just offers them money if they can do his chores for him secretly.

Clyde

Since Clyde's dad owns the shoe store at the mall, Clyde has all a full collection of shoes, Jordans, Air Forces, Nike, Adidas, Pumas, he even has some of the most rare and expensive shoes which his friends have tried to steal on multiple occasions. Especially Cartman. Because of this, he has a secret compartment under his bed which he stores all his most rare items. It's just a loose floor board under his bed, but shhh, no one needs to know :›. Tolkien has tried to pay Clyde to let him wear one of his shoes for a day, but not even Clyde has worn some of his own shoes just so that they're value doesn't go down, so that was an instant no.

His friends don't understand him on this. Why have something if you're not gonna use it? Clyde having a huge ego on this topic always goes, "Just to brag!" So this is the part where Craig usually flips him off, sometimes even Tweek when he's fed up. Though Clyde doesn't care, he doesn't see them with a thousand dollar worth of shoes? But one thing he doesn't understand is why can't Tolkien just get his own pair?

Jimmy

Jimmy has a lazy eye. But he can control it. He just likes to keep it that way because well, it's just funny to him. Sometimes, he puts his eyes back to match with his other eye and go through the whole day like that and everyone will notice something's different, but they can never figure out what. Everyone's crowded around Jimmy just asking him questions like- "You look different today, what did you change?" "Did you get a haircut?" "Is your shirt a different shade of yellow?" "Did you grow?" At this point Cartman buds in "You guys, Jimmy's legs obviously got more shriveled up from him not using them!" Jimmy loves the attention that's given to him.

On a random occasion while Jimmy was with his friends, he just made his eye go the other way while everyone was watching him. When he finished he smiled and said, "I can see you" everyone was grossed out. This became a gag and is something he does on the daily now. Still, it's always the same reaction everytime and everytime Jimmy loves it.

#south park #jimmy valmer #tolkien black #craig tucker #tweek tweak #sp creek

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vro0m · 3 years ago

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vro0m’s rewatch - 138/310

2014 British GP

Huh, Lewis is on a plane?

Uhhhh…

He just jumped from the plane.

And that's how he gets on track. Or as he says so himself "and that's how you make an entrance!"

"I can't even tell you how much fun that was," he adds.

Quali report. It was very wet and then sunny. The Williams, who had the frontrow locked in the last race, were both out in Q1. The Ferraris also struggled, Raikkonen being out at the wrong time and going wide in the rain while Alonso spun. Marussia, on the other hand, got both cars in Q2. Bianchi got the team's best ever qualifying with 12th, Chilton was 13th. For some reason, in Q3, Seb didn't go out on track while the track was dry. Most cars went back in as the rain started falling again. Both Toro Rosso drivers and Daniel ended their quali there. Lewis was then on pole. He thought he'd done the trick and let Nico through and aborted his own last lap (that sounds like a rookie mistake my boy). However, the last part of the track dried out faster than the rest to everyone's surprise, and Hulkenberg went fastest in the last few seconds, then Seb did, and then Nico. Lewis ended up 6th. Well learn your lesson there's really no excuse to not push until the end and being that cocky in such a tight WDC battle. Your own fault.

He looks shocked.

He says he "obviously" did not expect the track to dry that fast.

He's not in the mood to talk. "I don't really have anything to say to you at the moment so…"

During the parade of course he's happy about the crowd and the fans. Coming here is like it's the first time and seeing the support and it seems there's more people every year.

Of course, given it's the British GP, we get a segment about Lewis. He talks about his karting origins. He says they'd show up at the track with his dad and they were nobodies. He was 8 years old. His dad would spend all his free time during the week preparing the kart and making it look good. "Then I'd come and destroy it," he laughs.

They’re at the Rye House kart raceway, with David Coulthard. That's where he started his career. Coulthard says he himself used to come here 14 years before Lewis was born. So it's basically been here forever. Lewis says the place has changed a lot and they've done a great job with it but the track is still the original one. Coulthard asks if Lewis has the same warm passionate feeling when he thinks about his karting career than when he thinks about his F1 career. He says he does. He says the karting days were the best. You think you're going fast then all these guys in faster cars go past you out of nowhere. He says one guy hit him on the inside of turn 1 and sent him into the wall. He smashed his helmet and face on the steering wheel. He had a nosebleed.

It was the day before his first ever race. "I got pushed around a lot when I was younger but I gave just as much back," he says.

Coulthard says they should go out there and he'll show him some of his skills.

Lewis says "you haven't been in touch with Nico recently have you?" They laugh. Coulthard asks if he thinks he's part of some conspiracy to take him out. Lewis jokingly shrugs. "Maybe, maybe, I gotta be careful!"

So they race each other and there's loads of giggles. He's really happy karting. "I've always been known as a late braker," he says. It's because his dad used to watch where the best racers braked and made Lewis brake even further than them. He often ended up in the pond that was on the track while he learned how to brake late.

At first Coulthard was in front. At some point Lewis overtook him and then let him in front again. Now he's back leading and Coulthard is starting to struggle. "Come on! Drive, man!" Coulthard pushes but skids around. Lewis giggles. "Damn nearly crashed." I swear I haven't heard him laugh and genuinely enjoy himself so much in my life. That's the happiest I've seen him so far. And it's not doing F1.

He meets the kids from the karting school. He talks with them.

Oh and here we go.

"I just remember being with Nico and we were just always just talking about, you know. just how cool it'd be one day to be teammates in Formula 1, that'd be crazy!" He says it was all a fantasy at the time.

They raced with the kids as well and some of them were going for it, he says, and some of them were more shy, and they laugh as one of them even overtook Coulthard.

A girl asks Lewis who was his toughest competitor so far. Guess his answer? It's always the same. Fernando Alonso.

He says he’ll never forget winning his first British GP and how special it is there, both because it's his home race and because of the history. Oh. We see old footage of Coulthard and Lewis.

They've known each other for a very long time. Coulthard jokes that some of these kids are bigger than he was when they first met.

On the grid Niki says Lewis is "highly motivated". "Let's wait and see what he can do!" He also says they're on different tyre strategies. Interesting. Weird thing to say before the start of a race…

Oh no.

Noooo. Come on.

On the way to the grid there was worrying team radio from Lewis asking about his brakes. Cut to an image of him stranded in the pit exit with smoking brakes indeed. He asked the team if there was a problem but the journalist also says he then smiled at her and Eddie Jordan as he was walking away from the grid and seemed relaxed. Well, I'm not.

Formation lap

And they're racing!

Oh wow, great start from Jenson who started 3rd on the grid (!). He immediately passed Seb, who started 2nd. Hulkenberg (4th) slots behind him and is also ahead. Maybe it's rather that Seb has had a bad start. And here comes Lewis! He's wheel to wheel with Seb! (Yellow flags?) Oooh did they touch? (The yellow flags are not for them but Seb made a little move to push Lewis off track.) Lewis is ahead anyway and there's a crash behind them! It's Raikkonen! OHH MY GOD. it's a big one and he's taken some cars with him! Yeah he wiped out Massa. Safety car is out immediately. Oh no. Massa turns around to try to get back on track and hits Raikkonen lost tyre that was stranded. Is Raikkonen okay? Oh… that's bad. He's out but he's limping, supported by a marshal. He's clearly hurt. It's a red flag. Let's see what happened.

Raikkonen goes wide in the corner and loses control of the car as he joins back. He spins and hits the barrier and gets bumped back onto the track. Massa lost control of his own car and spun actually luckily because he was gonna t-bone Raikkonen. He must have made a sudden move to avoid him and that's why he spun. Then instead the only contact that happened was between his rear left and Raikkonen's front wing. It could have been way way worse. Oh yeah. Brundle points out what happened is as Raikkonen joined back he hit a bump that made him lose the rear and that's why he started spinning. Good catch.

Unfortunately, because the red flag happened before the first lap was completed, they're gonna restart. So everything that has happened until now is null. Everybody will restart in their original grid position.

Later in the redflag Hulkenberg is told the race will restart behind the safety car.

Max Chilton entered the pitlane after the race was red flagged so now that's under investigation. Ultimately he gets a drive through penalty.

News about Raikkonen : the spokesperson only says things we already know at first. It was a big hit but we've seen him walk out so that's already good news. Then he says the first reports stated that his ankle was where he was hurting most. Checks are underway. "But all in all for now he seems okay".

At some point in the red flag, they talk with Anthony Hamilton. He says it's been a bit strange this weekend so far for Lewis. He was well prepared, with good pace. And it didn't go as they expected. He's asked how he's been after quali. Anthony agrees that he was devastated. "The thing with Lewis is he's real, you know?" he says. "What you see is what you get. There's no faking it in this business, you're either gonna be the best driver and if you're the best driver, you know, you're gonna have a personality around you that makes you want to be the best all the time." He says you can't get out of the car and pretend to feel the opposite that you do when you're like that. "And it's a difficult job, difficult job. Last night was tough for him." The journalist asks what he sees as a father : a son under pressure or a son figuring out how he can get back on level terms with his team-mate. He says he doesn't see Lewis under pressure. "We started on the backfoot" and him saying ‘we’ makes me feel so many things. And they've been chasing ever since. He says the problem is when you chase, sometimes you chase a bit too hard, and he thinks sometimes you're better off doing your own thing. "And that's the only advice I would ever give Lewis, is just say 'look, just go out and do your own thing', cause the cream will rise." The journalist asks if "he's needed [his] shoulder more than usual over the last couple of weeks". (I get a flashback image of him holding Lewis after Abu Dhabi 2021.) Anthony says no. "He's a grown man, he knows his business, he's got a great management team behind him." (What an amazing thing to hear him say after everything they went through after Lewis decided he didn't want him to be his manager anymore.) He adds his managers are doing a great job for him. "You know we're the family, and it's nice to have your family around every now and then and that's what we've come here to do." Well, that was a lovely interview. Crofty adds that Lewis told him last night that he would spend his evening with his mom. Cute.

The drivers are getting ready to go again now.

So here they go again, under safety car, in an unclear order. Okay. It's Nico, Jenson, Magnussen, Lewis, Seb, Hulkenberg, Ricciardo, Kvyat, Bottas, Bianchi. So not the starting order at all, in the end. Massa and Chilton are DNF because of the damage due to Raikkonen's crash.

The safety car comes in at the end of the second lap, and here they really go again!

Valtteri overtakes Kvyat for P8. Lewis is attacking Magnussen. He's halfway up to him on the straight but has to back off in the corner but Magnussen goes wide and Lewis is ahead! P3! Valtteri overtakes Ricciardo for P7. Nico sets the fastest lap. Lewis is closing on Jenson! And it's a done deal, P2. Alonso gets himself up in P10. And Valtteri keeps going, he overtakes Hulkenberg. He goes a bit wide and locks up but he's still ahead. At the front, the gap is 5 seconds. And we learn Lewis' engine blew up in FP2 and he didn't get to do race runs so he's only going off of Nico's data today. There's a close battle for P7 between Hulkenberg, Ricciardo, Kvyat and Alonso. And DRS is enabled. Alonso overtakes Kvyat for P9 in a few beautiful moves over a few corners. Ricciardo attacked Hulkenberg but couldn't make it so here comes Alonso, P8. Lewis is losing time over Nico, 5.5. And Alonso is all over Hulkenberg now. It won't be long. Oh ho ho, but he's now under investigation for being out of grid position "on original start". Well well well. Ted says he's seen pictures and he's a clear half a car ahead of his box. Anyway he's past Hulkenberg, in P7.

We hear Raikkonen's impact was 47G. Brundle reminds us that the medical alert in the car that triggers automatic medical check up is set for 25G. For reference.

Lewis is still losing over Nico. Ricciardo attacks Hulkenberg, who goes very wide. And here it is, Daniel up in P8. It's lap 10.

And Gutierrez is out on the gravel and it's a DNF. Yeah he ran into Pastor Maldonado, or the other way around, idk. Maldonado jumped on his tyre btw he must have felt it through his spine. Yellow flags. Seb pits from P5. He's out in P11. The gap is down to 4.8. Alonso gets a 5 seconds stop and go penalty for the start infringement. Bottas overtakes Magnussen for P4. Meanwhile the gap to Rosberg is down to 3.7 already. And Valtteri overtakes Jenson for P3! Bono tells Lewis he's the fastest man on track while Nico's engineer tells him to push hard now. 2.5. And here you go. The journalists were wondering when it'd come. "It's hammertime". Nico is in the pits. A 2.7 stop, he's back out on another set of mediums. He's out in P2, 16 seconds behind Lewis.

It's lap 20. Nico says he has gearbox problems on the downshift. Lewis is losing some of his advantage by not coming in. He needs to pit. Nico is told they're looking at the problem. And Ricciardo overtakes Hulkenberg for P8. Lewis is still not stopping and everyone is surprised by that, including me. It's stupid. Not coming in never works. Lewis says his tyres have started to drop off. The gap is down to 14 something seconds now. Lewis is told one more lap. Alonso is closing on Jenson for P4. And Lewis pits. And it's a slower stop again, 4.1. Seriously what's that about? He gets the hard tyres. Ahhha wait. They talked about splitting strategies. Nico went from mediums to mediums so we know he'll stop again. Might Lewis be trying to one stop the race? He almost went halfway through the race on his first stint with mediums didn't he? Is he trying to go to the end on these hards? Mmmh. I don't know how I feel about that. Brundle thinks he'll do a short stint on these and then change back for fresh mediums. Idk. Seb is closing on Magnussen for P6, and he's ahead! We're halfway through now. On the radio, Lewis says "don't worry about the pit stops guys, but let's get a good one next one okay?" So first of all I think they should worry about the pit stops because they are consistently shit, it's not a one time thing, it's time to worry about it now and second of all does that mean Brundle is right and he is indeed going to stop again? Alonso pits. He serves his 5 seconds penalty and gets back out in 9th. Lewis is only 5.3 seconds behind Rosberg and catching him at the moment. Rosberg sets the fastest lap but Lewis immediately takes that from him, going NINE TENTHS faster on HARD TYRES?! Jesus fucking christ. That's the gap already down to 4.5 in like. Half a lap. Unbelievable. 4.1. 4. Alonso overtakes Hulkenberg for P8. And by the time we're back to the lead, it's 2.6?! I can't believe what I'm seeing. Why would Lewis pit again for mediums in these conditions? 2.1! Like I feel like I'm not conveying this enough but I'm literally writing this continuously, there's no wait time between these comments, the gap is reducing faster than I've ever seen a gap reduce. It's unreal. He's truly gaining 0.5 in a matter of a couple of seconds, like, in maybe 2 or 3 corners. I've never seen this before in this rewatch. If I was Rosberg I would be sweating out of my ass. He complains about the upshift at turn 8 again. He’s slowing down. Lewis gets ahead. Nico is stuck in fifth gear and he asks for his team to just get him to the finish line. He's not in fighting condition. That also explains how very fast Lewis was catching him. Yeah. Nico is going 60km/h now. He's going off, and rejoins, tries to reset things on his steering wheel, is given instructions, he's on the grass, yellow flags, DRS disabled, he comes to a stop, on lap 30, it's over.

Rosberg is still fumbling with his steering wheel. A marshal kneels down next to the car and talks to him but he gestures him away. No. He took the steering wheel off and puts it back on. The marshals rock the car back and forth but that doesn't change anything. That's it. He finally resigns himself. Bono tells Lewis to look after the car, and that Nico has had to stop. Essentially you can relax, you're gonna win, as long as you don't overdo it. He's 24.8 seconds ahead of Bottas anyway. He slows down a bit indeed and coasts. There's 20 laps to go. Nicolas is there too of course we see him watching in the garage. Valtteri pits for hards and comes back out in P3, now 41 seconds behind Seb. DRS is enabled again. They probably will pit once more right? They have plenty of time to do so now. And Valtteri overtakes Seb for P2. Seb pits right after. He's back out on mediums 0.3 seconds ahead of Alonso. Dangerous situation lol. And he gets overtaken indeed. He's not giving up though. He'll come back at him for sure. Yep. Yep yep. Here he comes. Here he comes… He's ahead! NO! He's not. Alonso holds on to his position! Seb complains over the radio. "He can't do that, I would have crashed into him!"

It's lap 40. Lewis says his tyres are good. Now Crofty thinks they might indeed go to the end on these as they're not in danger anyway. But he does pit. It's still slow, 3.4, but who cares at the moment, he's still 20 seconds ahead of Valtteri, with 10 laps to go. Seb attacks Alonso again but can't make it. Seb complains he didn't leave space again. Love, I hate Alonso but that's what racing is about actually. Alonso's team says "we are reporting track limits to the race direction". Tsssk. They're fighting off track now. Crofty reminds us it's Alonso who's been shown the black and white flag for not respecting track limits at the beginning of the race. A little bit later we see again Alonso go all four wheels out. Seb : "And another one". Oh my god again, Seb gets ahead but Alonso defends and keeps his spot. Again! They're wheel to wheel, for so long! None of them is backing off. But Seb has the inside line at the end of the straight and this time, it's done. 5 laps to go. He's still yelling over the radio. "He did the same thing again, he can't do that! If I don't move out of the way, he (inaudible) off the track!" When I say yelling he's properly yelling btw. 4 laps to go, it's Alonso yelling now. I don't understand anything except that he's talking about DRS. A bit later he says "I need to get past him (inaudible) immediately." Crofty says he still thinks that he should be given the place back for some reason. Delusional. Apparently he says Seb got the DRS at the start of all of that because he went wide or something? I don't get it. It's ridiculous. 3 laps to go. Oh he says he gained an advantage by going off track essentially. Ted says he keeps ranting over the radio saying Seb used DRS illegally where he shouldn't have. Mmmh. Ted says he doesn't even think it's possible in that he doesn't think you can activate the DRS out of the DRS zones and without the detection etc. Jenson is now one second a lap faster than Daniel, who might not be able to keep his P3. 2 laps to go. Oh no. Seb says to check the brakes because he can smell something burning. Oof. Come on not after all of that… but it might be coming from somewhere else as Maldonado's car is smoking intensely. He goes off track, and that's another DNF. Jenson is 2 seconds away from Daniel. Lewis starts his final lap as Bono tells him to be careful in certain corners as there might be some oil after Maldonado stopped.

And it's the end of the race!

Lewis WINS the British GP for the second time in his career! Valtteri is P2 and the fight for P3 is ongoing but it's Daniel who crosses the line first, ahead of Jenson.

"You can't touch this Lewis, home grand prix win! Beautiful work, lap it up, boy," says Bono, in a really breathy voice that would make all fanfic writers lose their minds. "ENGLAND!" answers Lewis in sing-songy tone before he starts chuckling. "What a great feeling guys! I couldn't be happier, I'm sorry about yesterday but fantastic job today, this weekend, and as always and thank you s–" The comm cuts abruptly.

Let's just take a second to appreciate Valtteri's very very nice ass. Look at it. So round.

My god Valtteri is looking at him like he's in love with him already. (Sorry i have no idea why this gif is so fast and I’m too lazy to redo it rn).

He's emotional. I love him, he's so sensitive.

Valtteri asks what happened with Nico. Lewis hums. The Merc representative says gearbox problem.

Coulthard says it's Lewis 5th win of the season, equal to the number of wins he had in his 08 championship year, and asks him about his emotions. He says it's very mixed at the moment (?) but he's seen everyone cheering them on for the whole race, he says that carried him on. DC asks what he felt when he saw Nico had issues. Lewis says he got quite a good gap at the start and he tried to just look after the tyres but after that he used them to catch him. And then he went on the hards and was catching him a second a lap, he couldn't believe he had that kind of pace. But he says obviously you never wanna see your team-mate fall behind and they wanted another 1-2, but at the end of the day he really needed this result so he's grateful for it. He's now 4 points behind in the WDC. The crowd chants his name as they leave the podium.

In the post race interview, the journalist says he won the first time here July 6, 2008 and now he won it again July 6, 2014. How does he feel? He says he didn't realise the date.

He stops in his tracks and apologises to her first, for being so speechless the day before after the qualifying. He says he went from one end of the spectrum to the other today, "turning negatives into positives". He thanks his family for their support and all the fans because they've made a difference. He says he could see them all and hear them all.

The journalist says he never has to apologise to them or his fans and she's very right for that. It makes him smile. She asks how he turned it around given he was in a bad place mentally the day before and he had to come there in front of so many people and try to win a race.

He says it's really not easy, "especially when, you know, you make it really hard for yourself when you put yourself that far back". He got a good start "but really last night erm…" he smiles and takes a second. He said he got positive messages from his family and friends and Nicole (omg are they still a thing?!) and his mom and sat down to chat with his dad and his brother and his sister came to surprise him with his dogs and so they spent time together also with his nephew "trying to get away from the negativity and then uh, you know, said a big long prayer this morning and came here and just got back to work as usual". He says he can't really explain how you do it but he's grateful he was able to. She says he comes here and sees his name on the flags and he wants to win this race for the fans but also because he needs the momentum for the WDC. “There must be so many different things on your shoulders at the moment." He says definitely, there's a lot of pressure not only in the championship but also when you come to your home race you wanna win it that much more and he's on the back foot because he's been chasing all year as his car has stopped twice ("through no fault of anyone it was just unfortunate") and to catch up you feel like you need to do more so he's really grateful he's been able to win these points today

That’s it for today!

#f1 #lewis hamilton #vro0m's race reviews #2014 #2014 british gp

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