Lets go unhinged with this picture please.
My prompt:
James having a spare minute not to be criticised and having a breath of the track to feel the f1 spirit again. Recharging his solar batteries before heading back to trenches.
Toto's approaching to tell him he's doing shit job, looking like shit and totally in full villian-manipulative mood to play James around and get Kimi in and etc etc...
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- Everything’s fine, you’re alright.
- No. I’m going to annihilate that fucker, now. Watch me.
James Vowles & Rubens Barrichello | Brawn: The Impossible Formula 1 Story
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I love Meggs
I opened the door to the cafeteria. Few people were there in the middle of the comfortable chatter. A lot more is probably eating outside as surely not only me & Clair is fancy to catch some sun while it's here. I spotted Clair by the counter.
Hey!
Hello yourself!
Can you please order 2 slices of margarita for me, orange juice and tea? I need to speak with Maggie real fast.
Sure.
I strolled to the back of the cafeteria there the chef-s cabinet was, knocking twice.
Go away, I’m eating!
I opened the door.
Hi, Meggs.
Inside there was a messy storage filled with boxes, oils and ingredients placed on shelves with small desc mostly covered by papers. On top of which sits an outdated lamp-monitor, half-opened wooden box and a bowl. By the desc sit Meggs, in her 70s, the unyielding chef of W for several decades now, chewing a bone with gusto.
E! Darling, haven’t seen you in ages. Do you eat at all?
Seriously, instant noodles, Meggs?
What? It’s cheff’ed. Look. She shows we a big chunk of bone & spring onion from the broth.
Do not tell me they’d cut your budget as well.
Ha, like hell they did. Over my dead body will they cut the kitchen. But I’m still pissed off of these new requests.
She took some of the small pieces of paper from an opened requests box on her desk.
Godji berries, avocadoes, smoothies, my arse. In my times men were men. Not the herbivores fairies. I remember how your dad once eaten a whole huge can of expired chili pepper by bet. I hadn’t seen somebody runs to the WC so fast.
Her chest rumbled with laugher.
Meggs, sorry, not much time, Clair’s waiting me. Can you organize me something?
What’s?
Creative team, our boss and others having a filming day in the hall. And they would be gratefull for some tea & coffee refill. Can you arrange it? There’s 6 of them there now.
Your boss is there? Y you’re not?
He’s a grown up, Meggs.
Doubtfull.
Shows me a paper with the familiar handwriting stating – akai & goat cheese.
Pretty please? I know you ace this freaking barista from the town they all fancy.
Just for you, love. I’ll send them specials.
Thanks, not too much though. No food, just refreshments. They already eaten, and write it on me.
I was backing away slowly. Waiting for the inevitable. Just in time to close the door
ALREADY EATEN! WHO THE HELL I’M COOKING FOR!
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This is where everybody listens to music, and I realize I need to be here or else nobody’s going to listen to my music. But I’m still going to fight the good fight for believing in music in a deep way. I’m not going to allow music to become trivial in my universe. If I’m going to engage with these platforms, I’m going to do it on my terms.
We’re at this moment where you can see quite clearly that Spotify existing at all has actually changed the music. Watching library music get generated just to fill these ambient relaxation playlists, you realize how many people use Spotify just as a functional thing. And me worrying about these various versions of songs I love—I use it in such a different way. That’s my constant frustration with them: They cater more to the people who don’t care about music than the people who do.
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F O U R T E T | Summer View
Free Moog One if you can name the tree outside 😉
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Today's writing inspo
Free people do science. You can't do science if you're not a free person. Why? Because you have to...
Imagine: everyone keeps telling you "There's no ninth planet. There's not. It's like what you learned at school - nothing beyond Pluto".
And you go, "Nah. Bullshit."
You straight up tell this to EVERYONE.
Why? Because your brain works in such a way that you can say, "Nah, all of you before me were wrong. You were all slightly off before I came along, and I'll correct you a little bit. I'll correct all the textbooks."
(с) Andrey Konyaev, former prof. of mathematics and physics in MSU, science journalist interviewed for a Konstantin Batygin portrait interview
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Damn. I'd never seen that before. Portraying a way goode a younger character I'm writting at the moment. Thanks!
I think that might be a smoulder. Edit from my favourite picture of Matthew Goode today -
📷 Original picture - Ian McKell for Arena/ edited version by me.
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Edward Norton getting his makeup done for Fight Club (1999)
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