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The Bridge to Innovation: Why Revit Needs an OBJ Exporter

Introduction

Autodesk Revit is a powerful BIM (Building Information Modeling) software used extensively in the architecture, engineering, and construction industries. It enables professionals to design, model, and document complex building structures with precision and efficiency. However, there are situations where you may need to export your Revit models to other software applications for various purposes, such as visualization, simulation, or 3D printing. This is where an OBJ (Wavefront Object) exporter for Revit becomes invaluable. In this blog post, we'll explore the reasons why you need an OBJ exporter for Revit and the benefits it brings to your workflow.

1. Compatibility with a Wide Range of 3D Software

One of the primary reasons for using an OBJ exporter for Revit is compatibility. OBJ is a widely recognized 3D file format supported by an extensive list of 3D software applications. When you export your Revit models as OBJ files, you can easily share your designs with collaborators or transfer them to other specialized software for tasks such as rendering, animation, or simulation. Some popular software packages that support OBJ include Blender, 3ds Max, Maya, Unity, and many more.

2. High-Quality Mesh Export

Revit models consist of BIM elements like walls, floors, roofs, and families. These elements are typically represented as parametric objects with detailed information. When exporting to OBJ, Revit converts these parametric objects into polygonal meshes, allowing for a more efficient transfer of geometry. OBJ files maintain the visual fidelity and structural integrity of your design, ensuring that complex architectural details and textures are preserved accurately.

3. Streamlined Visualization

Visualization is a critical aspect of architectural and construction projects. An OBJ exporter for Revit simplifies the process of rendering and visualizing your models in other 3D software. You can import your OBJ files into rendering software like Blender or 3ds Max to create stunning, photorealistic renderings, which are essential for client presentations, project approvals, and marketing materials. OBJ files can also be used in virtual reality (VR) and augmented reality (AR) applications, enhancing your ability to communicate design concepts effectively.

4. Simulation and Analysis

In certain scenarios, you may need to analyze your Revit models for structural integrity, energy efficiency, or other factors. Many simulation and analysis tools, such as finite element analysis (FEA) or computational fluid dynamics (CFD) software, require 3D models in a compatible format. By exporting your Revit models to OBJ, you can seamlessly integrate them into these specialized software packages for in-depth analysis and optimization.

5. 3D Printing

The field of 3D printing has seen rapid growth in recent years, and architects and engineers often use it to create physical prototypes, scale models, or custom building components. OBJ files are widely accepted by 3D printing software and services, making it easy to translate your Revit designs into tangible objects. Whether you're working on an architectural model or a structural component, exporting your Revit model as an OBJ file ensures that it can be easily converted into a 3D-printable format.

6. Cross-Platform Collaboration

Collaboration is key in the AEC (Architecture, Engineering, and Construction) industry. Teams often consist of professionals using various software tools, and seamless data exchange is crucial for project success. An OBJ exporter for Revit facilitates cross-platform collaboration by providing a standardized format that can be imported into different software environments. This compatibility reduces the risk of data loss and ensures that all team members can work with the same model.

Conclusion

In conclusion, an OBJ exporter for Revit is a valuable tool that enhances the versatility and compatibility of your BIM workflow. It enables you to share, visualize, analyze, and produce physical models from your Revit designs with ease. By using OBJ as an intermediary format, you can tap into the full potential of your Revit models, allowing you to collaborate more effectively with colleagues and unlock new possibilities in architecture and construction projects. Whether you're creating stunning visualizations, conducting simulations, or 3D printing prototypes, an OBJ exporter for Revit is a valuable addition to your toolkit.

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[dandyshucks]

posting here bc theres less ppl following me on this blog compared to main FDJSKL but it is thundering (and therefore lightning is striking as well) currently and we've been in an intense heatwave and there's evac alerts and orders all around the area and i've just kind of been like 🧍‍♂️ for the past couple weeks trying to be chill about it bc this is the fourth or fifth year in a row of this so i am somewhat used to it but also aough :( also now i have an expensive drawing tablet that i would not be able to buy a new one of so i am trying to figure out if i should include it in my grab-n-go evac bag... its so big though and would take up so much room but RRRGHHH I DUNNO i hate these sorts of decisions 😭😭😭

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[malcriada]

Help Firas and Nisreen Raise $545 in a Week

prices for the simplest items in North Gaza can fluctuate wildly, if they are available at all.

my friend Firas @firasmuhaisenn and his sister Nisreen are two first-year medical students who went to study in Egypt before the genocide started. their family is stuck in North Gaza and lost their source of income. i have posted about them extensively here Firas and Nisreen must not only pay for rent, food and necessities for themselves in Egypt, but they also have to make sure their family survives and has enough to eat.

to make sure the entire family can survive, they absolutely have to reach a weekly goal of $545 USD (= $734 CAD) while the possibility of the Rafah crossing opening soon remains, it is important we also think of these funds gathered as a form of Palestinian survival amidst a genocide. until the crossing reopens, Firas and his family need our help just to survive another day! anything you can give this family truly helps them feed themselves. let's help Firas and Nisreen, they are so young and can only carry so much on their shoulders! $0 / $545 USD (until 09/05/24)

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[periwinklecosma]

list of palestinian fundraisers (part 5)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4)

next batch of fundraisers! if you are unable to donate, please at least reblog. a few of the fundraisers below have less than 5% of their goal met and could really use more people helping to spread their stories.

disclaimer: i do not vet fundraisers, nor am i in extensive contact with any of the people below. these are just people that reached out to me via my asks and messages, and i am only going off of information that has been provided to me through posts made by them and other people spotlighting them.

Ahmed, Eman, Zain, and Leen (@children-gaza) - €6,438/€15,000 (42.92%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here) and @/northgazaupdates (here)

Ahmed Jehad (@ahmad-syam-blog) - $1,274 CAD/$40,000 (3.19%) // vetted by the collective Bees and Watermelons (#171 on this spreadsheet) // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Ahmed Atila (@save-ahmed-family1) - €742/���20,000 (3.71%) // not yet vetted but appears legitimate // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Aya Alanqar (@ayaalanqarsblog) - €8,953/€15,000 (59.69%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here)

Yousef Jehad (@yousefjehad3) - $3,160/$15,000 (21.07%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here)

Samah Hijazi (@savesmahfamily) - €155/€50,000 (0.31%) // not yet vetted but appears legitimate // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Yousef Hussein (@adham-89) - $11,186/$50,000 (22.37%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here)

Sameh Darar (@samhderar) - €337/€50,000 (0.67%) // not yet vetted but appears legitimate // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Wafaa Resh (@wafaaresh6) - €27,462/€100,000 (27.46%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here) -> Note: Wafaa's mother is chronically ill and requires treatment.

Mahmoud and Yasmin Al-Balawi (@yasminalbalawiigaza) - €36,123/€50,000 (72.25%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here) -> Note: Mahmoud's parents are both chronically ill and require treatment.

[a-shade-of-blue]

Everyone, I'm really worried for Mahmoud's family (@mahmoudfamily1) in Gaza. His campaign barely has any donations, and there have been continuous attacks on Nuseirat refugee camp where his 17 family members are staying. I've posted about it here and here. Things have only gotten worse today.

Two houses in Nuseirat have been bombed today, killing at least 13 people and injuring dozen others. A lot of the people killed are women and children. More than one-third of the people martyred today as of right now is from Nuseirat.

In the past few days people in Nuseirat has suffered from drone attacks, air raids, bombing of family homes and ambulances. Mahmoud's family, including several children and a two-year-old baby are stuck in Nuseirat right now. They have no money to evacuate. And in addition to the bombing they also have to deal with the cold, the heavy rain and the shortage of food and clean water.

Mahmoud's campaign is really struggling. Donations are tickling in really slowly and sometimes he doesn't even get 1 donation a day. He hasn't even reached 1% of his campaign goal. The lives 17 people depend on these funds, please donate, and if not at least share so it can reach more people!

Low Funds! Only $1,202 CAD raised of $80,000 goal! Last donation was 17 hours ago!

Mahmoud's campaign is vetted by association. Mahmoud is a friend of @hazempalestine (vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and is listed as #281 on the verified fundraiser list by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi). I've also been chatting with him extensively both on and off Tumblr. We even follow each other's private IG accounts. Please, I worry about his family.

[khanger]

Hello world 👋

The children and adults of the Siraj family walk 700 meters every day to get water. Do you hear? They are exposed to danger on their way. They stand in line for water for hours. Most of the time, the water is polluted. Does this mean anything to you! Why am I telling you this? Because this family needs easy access to water safely without hardship, danger, and fatigue. They need to reach 70k to be able to buy a submersible generator and a water extension network. They only have $900 left, be their help and support, and contribute to supporting their campaign.

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[intermundia]

so prima facie the fact that mind control is one of the powers that the good guys use in star wars seems absurd. we feel instinctively that it's evil to control someone else's will; that's clearly not morally acceptable. so how can we understand it being on the light side? i think it has to be understood as an extension of the nonviolent power of persuasion rather than violent combat.

the jedi can reach out and connect with the part of someone that already agrees with what they need, and push that resolution to rise from their subconscious like any other inclination. they are not forcibly imposing a new thought or a new desire, which is why three jedi together couldn't force cad bane to do something he absolutely would not do in an episode of the clone wars.

the subject of a mind trick therefore always has to want on some level to do the thing the jedi suggests. they want to do less work, take a break, skip a hassle, trust a friendly stranger. in a situation where it is necessary for the jedi to get by someone and they don't want to harm them? a mind trick is a solution that avoids instigating violence, which the jedi philosophy precludes them from doing.

it's persuasion, not domination, if that makes sense. persuasion is arguably a kind of violence, but it's the most a civilized one and the one a light side monk would prefer to use to minimize collateral damage. the dark side would grab someone's mind and impose a foreign desire without regard for the individual's wishes, turning others to slaves of their will. that's just not what a mind trick is.

[inkolnito]

Paddock Confidential - Chapter 11: Drive Fast, Don't Crash

Pairing:

Oliver "Ollie" Bearman x Lira Räikkönen (Original Female Character )

Minor background pairings reflecting the real-life F1 grid (e.g., Charles Leclerc/Alexandra Saint Mleux)

Summary:

Rising F1 star Ollie Bearman navigates the intense pressure of his rookie season with Haas, juggling demanding team expectations and his close ties to Ferrari under the watchful eye of Fred Vasseur. His biggest challenge lies off-track: guarding his relationship with the enigmatic and fiercely private Lira, whose surprising motorsport knowledge and aversion to the spotlight hint at a complex past connected to one of the sport's icons. As Ollie fights for his future, their secret world threatens to unravel amidst paddock gossip, rivalries, and the ever-present Drive to Survive cameras. When exposure becomes inevitable, they must confront the consequences and find a way to navigate the relentless glare of the F1 world together.

Warnings and Notes:

Warnings: Depictions of anxiety, stress related to high-pressure environments (F1), mentions of past trauma (related to privacy/media intrusion), media scrutiny/harassment, potential minor F1-typical language.

Notes:

This is a work of fiction using real people (F1 drivers, personnel) as characters; their portrayals, actions, and relationships are fictionalized for the story.

The brief, quiet interlude in the Cotswolds felt like a lifetime ago, a half-remembered dream snatched between the relentless demands of reality. Late 2024 bled into early 2025, marked not by changing seasons in the traditional sense, but by the escalating rhythm of Formula 1’s pre-season preparations. For Ollie Bearman, newly confirmed (though not yet publicly announced) Haas F1 driver, life transformed into an intense, demanding cycle of forging himself into the athlete and technician required to survive, let alone succeed, at the pinnacle of motorsport.

The Haas factory in Banbury lacked the mythical aura and historical weight of Maranello, or even the familiar, almost familial atmosphere of the Prema workshops. It was a more functional, pragmatic space – a modern industrial unit filled with the hum of machinery, the scent of carbon fibre dust and epoxy resin, and the focused energy of engineers hunched over CAD screens or assembling intricate car components. Yet, walking through its doors for the first time wearing provisional Haas team kit felt momentous, solidifying the transition from hopeful junior to fully-fledged F1 driver. This was his new home, his new team.

Ollie threw himself into the preparations with a ferocity born of ambition and a healthy dose of fear. The physical training regime ramped up to brutal levels. He found himself strapped into contraptions that looked like medieval torture devices, designed solely to strengthen the neck muscles needed to withstand the savage G-forces of an F1 car. Sweat dripped into his eyes, his muscles screamed under the strain as he fought against the resistance bands, his trainer, Eoin, calling out relentless encouragement. "Hold it, Ollie! Five more seconds! Feel the burn! That's what keeps your head on straight through Eau Rouge!"

Lira often sat quietly in the corner of the private gym during these sessions, tablet in hand, ostensibly reading but her eyes frequently flicking up to observe. She tracked his reps with the stopwatch app on her phone, her expression unreadable, but when Eoin finally called time on a particularly punishing set of neck extensions, Ollie caught her subtle, sharp nod of approval as he collapsed back against the bench, gasping. As Eoin moved away to adjust another machine, Lira would appear silently beside Ollie, handing him a precisely measured recovery shake she’d prepared earlier, the ingredients meticulously chosen based on nutritional research papers she’d been studying. "Drink," she'd murmur, her voice low, before retreating back to her corner. No fuss, no effusive praise, just quiet, practical support that felt more grounding than any cheerleading could. Her analytical mind had latched onto sports science, ensuring his nutrition precisely matched the extreme demands of the training.

Evenings often found Ollie sprawled face-down on his apartment sofa, every muscle fibre seemingly protesting, the sheer physical toll of the day rendering him almost immobile. The scent of deep heat rub often filled the air. Lira would move quietly around the room, sometimes bringing him a glass of water or simply sitting nearby, reading. On particularly brutal days, she'd wordlessly retrieve ice packs from the freezer, wrapping them in towels and placing them gently on his aching shoulders or strained neck muscles. Occasionally, if he groaned particularly loudly while trying to stretch out a cramp, she might put her book down and, with surprising strength in her slender fingers, begin kneading the tense, knotted muscles in his shoulders and upper back, her touch firm and methodical, working out the soreness without needing to be asked. Her quiet care was a silent acknowledgment of the physical price he was paying, a balm to his exhaustion. He knew, viscerally now, that F1 wasn't just about speed; it demanded relentless physical endurance.

Then there were the endless hours logged in the simulator. Haas’s sim setup was a sophisticated beast, a dark, womb-like room dominated by a carbon fibre monocoque surrounded by panoramic screens, capable of replicating the bumps, kerbs, and G-forces of every track on the calendar with startling fidelity. Strapped into the tight cockpit, facing the complex Haas steering wheel – different again from Ferrari’s, requiring new muscle memory for button placement and rotary functions – Ollie drove lap after virtual lap. Learning the nuances of the 2025 Haas car, understanding its theoretical handling characteristics, practicing fuel saving techniques, ERS deployment strategies, qualifying runs, race starts, pit stop procedures. He worked closely with his new race engineer, Mark, and the performance engineers, dissecting telemetry, overlaying his laps with data from the team’s existing drivers, searching for those elusive tenths of a second. It was mentally exhausting work, requiring intense concentration for hours on end, often leaving him feeling more drained than a real track session.

Factory visits became routine. Seat fittings involved multiple sessions, meticulously moulding the carbon fibre seat to his exact contours for optimal comfort, safety, and connection to the car. He spent hours in engineering meetings, trying to absorb the technical jargon, learning about the team’s development philosophy, understanding the intricate workings of the power unit, the suspension geometry, the aerodynamic concepts. He met his mechanics, the engineers who would be his trackside family, shaking hands, learning names, trying to build the rapport and trust essential for a successful working relationship. It was a steep learning curve, a constant influx of new information, new faces, new procedures.

Through it all, Lira was a quiet, constant presence in the background. She understood his need for absolute focus, the immense demands of this preparatory phase. She didn't accompany him on every factory visit – that would be too risky – but occasionally, when the purpose was less formal, perhaps a simulator debrief or a casual engineering discussion, she would come along, melting into the background with practiced ease. Dressed in her usual understated dark clothing, she’d find a quiet corner, ostensibly reading or working on her own research on a tablet, attracting minimal attention.

Yet, her presence wasn't merely passive support. Ollie quickly learned that her quiet observations often held surprising technical value.

During one particularly frustrating simulator session where Ollie was struggling to get the virtual Haas car to rotate cleanly through the slow corners of a simulated Bahrain circuit, complaining over the radio about persistent understeer on entry, Lira, who had been watching the telemetry feed over a performance engineer’s shoulder for half an hour, offered a quiet suggestion during a break while Ollie stretched beside the rig.

"The rear feels lazy on entry at Turn 5 sim, Ollie," she murmured, her voice low but clear in the relative quiet of the control room, pointing subtly at a specific data trace on the monitor displaying differential slip percentages. "Looks like it's under-rotating mid-corner, forcing you to wait too long to get back on throttle. Have you tried adjusting the differential ramp settings? Maybe less locking on entry could help the car turn in more sharply? The data trace here suggests the diff isn't allowing enough rotation early enough."

Ollie stared at her, momentarily frozen. Pride swelled in him at her sharp insight, but it was immediately swamped by a cold wave of panic.

Too specific. Too technical.

Mark, his experienced race engineer, looked up from his own screen, frowning slightly, not in disagreement, but in surprise. Dave, one of the younger performance engineers Lira had been standing near, visibly raised his eyebrows, leaning closer to the screen Lira had indicated, comparing it with Ollie's feedback notes.

"She's right, actually," Dave murmured, tracing the graph with his finger. "The entry diff lock does look quite high compared to the baseline setup we started with. We were focusing on the aero balance changes, didn't revisit the diff map after the last wing adjustment."

Mark nodded slowly, his gaze shifting from the screen to Lira, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "It's a valid point. The understeer Ollie's feeling could well be exacerbated by the diff resisting rotation on turn-in, especially with the front wing change we made." He looked back at Lira, a hint of professional respect entering his tone. "Good spot… Lira, wasn't it?"

Ollie jumped in quickly, forcing a casual, slightly louder laugh, trying to diffuse the sudden focus on her. "Blimey, Li, you listening in? Must be all my moaning about the front end finally sinking in! Or maybe she's just got a secret knack for spotting dodgy diff settings." He clapped Mark on the shoulder, turning the engineer physically back towards the controls. "Anyway! So, reckon we try a sim run with a more aggressive diff setting on entry for the next stint? Less locking?" He deliberately steered the conversation back to the technical solution, away from the person who suggested it.

Mark nodded, already tapping adjustments into the simulator controls. "Yeah, let's try it. Easy change to make. Worth a shot." He shot another quick, thoughtful glance towards Lira, who had already retreated slightly, picking up her tablet again as if the conversation no longer involved her, her expression carefully neutral.

Lira simply gave a small, almost imperceptible shrug, her eyes already scanning whatever research was on her screen, leaving Ollie with a familiar, potent cocktail of emotions: immense pride in her brilliance, deep gratitude for her support, and a renewed, heart-thumping jolt of anxiety about how easily her unique knowledge, her ingrained understanding of racing dynamics, could betray her carefully constructed cover.

Her insight was invaluable, a secret weapon in his arsenal, but every time she deployed it, even subtly, it felt like playing with fire, a constant, nerve-wracking reminder of the tightrope they walked.

The slightly increased curiosity in the engineers' eyes lingered for the rest of the afternoon, a silent question mark hanging over the quiet, unassuming 'researcher' in the corner.

As the weeks turned into months, and the start of pre-season testing loomed closer, the conversation Ollie had been dreading, yet knew was essential, finally took place. They needed to establish the rules, the hard boundaries, for Lira’s presence – or mostly, her absence – during the actual F1 season.

They sat opposite each other at the small dining table in Ollie’s apartment, mugs of tea growing cold between them, the mood serious, pragmatic.

"Okay," Ollie began, taking a deep breath. "2025. Paddock access. We need to be absolutely clear."

Lira nodded, her expression composed, analytical. "Agreed. Minimal attendance is the baseline. Only races where it makes logistical sense, where my presence can be genuinely low-key."

"Guest passes only," Ollie confirmed. "Never team passes. And obtained through Tim or someone completely unconnected to Haas or Ferrari, maybe using one of your university contacts?"

"Yes. Untraceable back to you or the team," Lira agreed. "And absolutely zero presence in Haas hospitality or the garage during official sessions. Ever. That’s non-negotiable."

"Definitely," Ollie shuddered at the thought of the scrutiny within the team environment. "Maybe find a quiet spot in the Paddock Club if absolutely necessary, using a sponsor pass from a neutral company? Somewhere anonymous?"

"Possibly. But avoiding the main hospitality hotspots is crucial," Lira stressed. "No lingering near the Ferrari or Mercedes areas either, obviously. Too many people know faces there."

"No official team photos, no appearances in any team communications, social media, anything," Ollie added, ticking off points on his fingers. "If a camera crew approaches, you walk the other way. Immediately."

"Always have an exit strategy," Lira continued the grim checklist. "Know the quickest routes out of the paddock, the service roads, the discreet exits. Never get cornered."

"And if someone does recognize you? Someone from the past?" Ollie asked, the fear resurfacing.

Lira’s gaze was steady. "Polite, brief acknowledgment if unavoidable. Then move on. Feign poor memory if necessary. Create distance. Never engage in prolonged conversation."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the restrictions, the sheer complexity of the deception required, settling heavily between them. It felt cold, clinical, stripping away any romance, reducing their relationship to a series of logistical challenges and risk assessments.

Ollie reached across the table, covering her hand with his. "Li, are you sure… are you sure you want this? Living like a ghost? It’s not fair."

Her fingers curled around his, her touch firm. "It's not about fairness, Ollie. It's about necessity. It's the price of… this." She gestured vaguely, encompassing his F1 career, their relationship, the whole complicated mess. "We knew the price. And yes," her voice softened slightly, her grey eyes meeting his with unwavering resolve, "I'm sure. I want this. With you. Whatever it takes."

Her certainty, her willingness to endure this hidden existence for him, for them, filled Ollie with a fierce mix of love and guilt. He squeezed her hand tightly, his own resolve hardening. He would make this work. He would protect her. He had to.

A few weeks before they were due to fly out for the official car launch and then pre-season testing in Bahrain, another unexpected communication arrived from the Räikkönen sphere. Lira was on a brief video call with her mother, Minttu, catching up, when Minttu casually mentioned Kimi was nearby and wanted a quick word with Ollie.

Ollie, hastily summoned to the laptop, felt a familiar jolt of nervous energy. Interactions with the Iceman were rare and always unpredictable. Kimi’s face appeared on screen, looking typically impassive, perhaps slightly bored, framed against what looked like a minimalist, very clean living room somewhere in Switzerland.

"Ollie," Kimi stated, his standard greeting.

"Hi Kimi," Ollie replied, trying to sound relaxed, maybe a bit too cheerful. "Good to see you! All good?"

"Bwoah," Kimi responded noncommittally. A beat of silence stretched, feeling cavernous through the laptop speakers.

Ollie felt the need to fill it instantly.

"So, yeah, just getting ready for Bahrain," Ollie rambled slightly, nerves making him talk faster than usual. "Lots of sim work, seat fitting went well, feeling pretty good actually, bit nervous obviously, big step up, but the team at Haas seem great, really welcoming, Mark's brilliant, loads to learn..." He trailed off, realizing he was babbling.

He cleared his throat. "Actually, Kimi, speaking of learning, I never properly thanked you for that advice you gave me years ago, back when I was karting? You probably don't even remember, it was ages ago at some random track, but you said something about feeling the grip through your backside? Honestly, it sounds daft, but it properly stuck with me! Made a real difference, understanding how the kart was reacting, you know? So, yeah, just wanted to say thanks for that, finally!" He finished in a rush, feeling slightly breathless.

Kimi blinked slowly, seemingly processing the torrent of words and the ancient memory. "Yeah," he finally conceded after another pause that felt long enough for Ollie to mentally replay his entire rambling speech. "Is important."

Another pause.

Ollie opened his mouth to fill it again, but Kimi spoke first.

"Formula 1. Drive fast." Pause. "Don't crash." Longer pause.

Ollie waited, heart pounding.

"Listen to engineers…" Kimi added, almost as an afterthought, "…sometimes."

Ollie managed a small, slightly shaky smile. Peak Kimi. Utterly terrifying and somehow brilliant. "Right. Good advice. Simple! Drive fast, don't crash. Got it. Thanks, Kimi."

Kimi’s gaze then flickered past Ollie, presumably spotting Lira hovering just out of shot. He gave a barely perceptible nod, a micro-movement almost lost on the screen. Then, turning his flat gaze back to Ollie, he asked, with no change in tone whatsoever,

"You feed her okay?"

Ollie blinked, completely blindsided by the bizarre, almost domestic question.

Feed her?

Was Kimi checking if I'm looking after Lira properly? In the most deadpan, Iceman way possible? "Uh… yes? Yes, Kimi! Absolutely! She eats well, promise! Three square meals a day, plenty of vegetables... well, mostly," Ollie stammered, utterly bewildered and slightly panicked by the question's implications.

"Good," Kimi stated flatly. Before Ollie could respond further, or dig himself into a deeper hole about Lira's eating habits, Kimi simply said, "Okay. Bye," and the screen went blank.

Ollie stared at the blank screen for a full ten seconds, processing the surreal exchange. He slowly turned to Lira, who had stepped back into view, a faint, unmistakable curve of amusement playing on her lips, her grey eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter.

"Did… did your dad just ask if I'm feeding you properly?" Ollie asked incredulously.

Lira’s rare smile widened fractionally. "I believe he did," she confirmed, her voice laced with dry amusement. "Consider it the Räikkönen version of a pre-season blessing. And possibly a subtle threat."

Ollie shook his head, a bewildered laugh escaping him. Kimi Räikkönen. An absolute enigma. Yet, somehow, that strange, blunt, almost paternal query felt oddly reassuring, a bizarre form of acknowledgment, perhaps even approval, filtered through the Iceman’s unique, impenetrable lens. It was another reminder of the extraordinary, complicated, hidden world he was now inextricably part of.

The final days before leaving for Bahrain dissolved into a controlled chaos of logistics and anticipation. Ollie’s apartment became ground zero, looking less like a living space and more like a staging area for a military operation.

Open suitcases gaped like hungry mouths on the floor, surrounded by daunting piles of pristine white and red Haas team kit – polos, jackets, fireproof underwear, travel gear. His race boots stood sentinel beside helmets gleaming under the harsh overhead light. Training gear spilled from another bag, alongside chargers, adapters, notebooks filled with hastily scribbled notes from engineering meetings. It was the physical manifestation of his F1 dream, overwhelming in its sheer volume.

Ollie buzzed around the room like a trapped wasp, fuelled by nervous energy and too much caffeine. He'd grab a stack of t-shirts, attempt to fold them, give up halfway through, and shove them haphazardly into a case. He'd check his passport for the tenth time, then immediately forget where he'd put it, patting his pockets frantically.

"Li, have you seen my... oh, wait, here it is." He’d hold up two nearly identical training jackets, frowning. "Which one do you think is better for Bahrain heat? This one's lighter, but this one has more pockets..."

Lira moved through the whirlwind with the serene calm of a seasoned logistics expert navigating a natural disaster. While Ollie created eddies of disorder, she brought quiet efficiency.

She picked up the shirts he’d abandoned, folding them into neat, compact squares before placing them precisely in the suitcase. She located the missing phone charger tucked under a pile of race gloves. Without a word, she held up the lighter of the two jackets Ollie was debating. "This one," she stated simply. "Pockets are overrated when it's forty degrees Celsius." She systematically worked through his packing list, ticking items off on her tablet, ensuring essentials like his specific electrolyte tablets or noise-cancelling headphones weren't forgotten amidst the branded merchandise.

Her calm presence was the only thing keeping the pre-departure frenzy from escalating into full-blown panic.

She wouldn't be travelling with him for the entirety of testing – the risk of exposure under the new Haas arrangement was deemed too high, too soon – but she would fly out independently for a few days towards the end, slipping into Bahrain under her carefully maintained 'private research' cover story, a brief intersection planned amidst the intense testing schedule.

On the last night, surrounded by the now mostly packed bags zipped shut like sleeping beasts, they stood by the window, looking out at the city lights glittering in the cold night air. A sense of profound transition hung between them. This was it. The end of the preparation, the beginning of the real thing. Ollie’s full-time Formula 1 career. The most intense, most public, most demanding phase yet of guarding their precarious secret.

Ollie felt a potent mix of raw excitement – the thrill of the unknown, the chance to prove himself on the biggest stage – and a deep, gnawing trepidation. Could he handle the pressure? Could he perform in the Haas? Could they maintain their secret under the relentless scrutiny of a full F1 season? He slipped an arm around Lira’s waist, pulling her close, resting his chin on the top of her head.

"Ready for this?" he murmured, the question directed as much at himself as at her.

Lira leaned back against him, her gaze fixed on the distant lights. "As ready as we can be," she replied softly, her voice steady.

"Helmet on, Ollie. Eyes forward. Focus on the first corner."

He smiled faintly, recognizing her adaptation of racing advice to their situation. She was right. All the worry, all the 'what ifs,' wouldn't change anything now. It was time to drive. Time to face the storm. Together. He tightened his grip around her, feeling the familiar anchor of her presence, and took a deep breath, bracing himself for the plunge into the exhilarating, terrifying unknown of the Formula 1 circus.

Bahrain, and the future, awaited.

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[wildrangers]

I have a matt smith request, this is like a part 2 kinda on your "surprising matt you're pregnant" fic, can you do where they call their friends/castmates to tell she's pregnant and to see their reactions. Thankyouuuu

I’m thinking this is going to be a small series of sorts but nothing extensive. I have a few other family-focused asks waiting to be written so I’m planning to have it be the same reader character. That way, it’ll be its own little universe of sorts but also each can be a stand alone. Here is the pregnancy surprise ask, a part one of sorts 🙂

Tropes & Topics: pregnancy, fluff

Word Count: 1.2K

“But love, everyone is going to be so excited!” Matt argues, pouting dramatically. 

“I know Matt, I’m not saying they won’t be” you reply, resting your hands on his chest. “But I’m still in the first trimester and I want to keep things small right now. Our parents know, as does your sister who I’m so thrilled will be little one’s godmother. That’s plenty for now, okay?”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry to push” he apologizes, covering your hands with his own. “I’m just rubbish at keeping secrets.” 

“Think of it like an NDA for a show” you suggest and he chuckles, nodding. 

“I feel awful not telling Fabs, especially since we know we want him to be the godfather.” 

“Why don’t we plan to tell him first then?” 

“Brilliant idea, my love” he replies, kissing between your brows. 

So, two months later and officially into your fourth month of pregnancy, you were putzing around the kitchen, putting the final touches on dinner for the small party you and Matt had planned. Everyone but Fabien had been given a start time of six so when the doorbell chimed shortly after half past five you knew who Matt would be greeting. 

“Oh it smells lovely in here!” you hear Fabien compliment from behind you a moment later and you turn to greet him with a smile. 

“Why thank you! How are you doing?” you ask, giving him a long hug. 

“I’m well, it’s generous of you two to host this before the first leg of international shooting for season two.”

“Oh we’re happy to, it’s always wonderful having everyone altogether. I know you lot will get to see each other all the time but since I’m not on set…” 

“I mean you could finally quit the job you don’t really like and join us,” Fabien suggests, smiling. This was not a new conversation amongst your and Matt’s friends and little did he know your bags were packed alongside Matt’s in your bedroom. 

“Time will tell” you allow, grinning at the surprised look on his face as Matt joins you two in the kitchen, handing Fabien a glass of wine. 

“Well it’s not a no like usual, so I'll certainly take that. Matt, are you finally getting through to your lovely fiancée?” 

“You know I always defer to her wisdom” Matt smiles, squeezing your shoulder before stirring the pot left on the stove. 

“I guess that’s a good segue to some exciting news” you grin and Fabien’s eyes widen. “I’m actually going to Spain with you all!” 

“No! You cad, I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Fabien chastises Matt before wrapping you in another excited hug. “Oh, we’re going to have the best time, Y/N.”

“I’ve never been to Spain and this seemed like the perfect time to since I actually did recently resign from work.”

“What?! Why?” Fabien asks, eyes bulging even wider somehow. 

“Well, we need to focus on packing up the apartment here so we can move into our new home just outside the city” Matt explains, chuckling more as Fabien’s shock deepens. 

“I didn’t even know you two were thinking of moving, this place has been a staple of yours for years now. What’s changed?” 

“Well, we want to make sure there’s plenty of room for the baby” Matt says casually and Fabien nods along until the words finally hit him.

“Are you being serious?!” Fabien asks, hands clapped over his mouth. 

“Surprise!” you laugh and Fabien’s eyes begin to moisten. “Oh Fabs…”

“Oh mates, I’m so happy for you both” he replies, pulling Matt into a firm hug, clapping him on the back a few times before releasing him to place a kiss on your cheek. “Wait, who else knows? Is that why I’m the only one here?”

“Just you other than immediate family” you reply, looking pointedly at Matt. 

“Oh gosh, I can't wait to be Uncle Fabien!” 

“Uncle is great, but how does godfather sound?” Matt asks, voice thick with emotion. The two share a long look as Fabien’s eyes dampen further.

“Matt, you’re joking” Fabien says quietly, eyes darting between you both. 

“Fabien, you’re one of the best men I’ve ever met. I can’t think of anyone else that we'd rather be their godfather” you say earnestly and Fabien brushes a few tears away before pulling you into a tight embrace. 

“I am beyond honored,” Fabien says, clasping Matt on the shoulder. “Oh gosh, everyone’s going to flip!” 

“I know, right? I’ve wanted to tell everyone for months now” Matt replies eagerly and you shake your head, smiling, as you take the pot off the stove and begin reaching for the last platter you need. 

“Y/N, stop, let me” Fabien cuts in, easily reaching the top shelf you’d been stretching towards. 

“I’m pregnant, not an invalid” you say fiercely, glaring at him while you take the serving dish. 

“Oh lovely, I won’t have to be the only one who hears that line now” Matt says enthusiastically and you stick your tongue out at him. 

“I keep saying it because it’s true!” 

“Yes, but we love you and we love little one so let us take care of you both, please?” Fabien requests and you sigh, stepping aside and letting the two men lift the heavy serving platters of food just as the doorbell rings. 

“You don’t say a word Fabien, okay? We have it all planned out” Matt warned and Fabien mimes zipping his lips. 

Soon enough, everyone’s seated around the table and Matt’s tapping his glass to get everyone’s attention. “Thank you all so much for joining Y/N and I, I’ll make this quick. I know we lured you here as this being a send off for the start of season two but it’s a bit more than that. This is actually going to be our last party at this place, as we’re moving to a home outside the city shortly.”

“Oh congratulations, how exciting” Emma smiles and you thank them as everyone choruses their agreement. 

“What, are you two about to pop out a couple of kids now since you’re moving to the suburbs?” Olivia jokes and everyone laughs, you loudest of all. 

“I don’t know about a couple but definitely one this year” you say slyly. There’s a moment of silence while everyone processes your words before your friends erupt in celebration. 

“Oh my gosh, I would never have said anything if I knew, I’m so sorry!” Olivia insists, cheeks flaming red. 

“No, no it’s fine that was actually a perfect set up so thank you” you reply sincerely. 

“When are you due?!” Tom questions, scooping food onto his plate before passing the bowl around. 

“Late May so we’ll have either a little Taurus or Gemini” you reply, excited. 

“Oh, she has to be a Gemini, that would be amazing!” Phia says emphatically and you laugh at her enthusiasm. “Matt’s too stubborn already, a Taurus wouldn’t mesh well.”

“Wait, she?” Matt questions, brows raised. “Do you know something we don’t know yet?” 

“No, no, just a feeling,” she explains. 

“Well, I think it’s a boy,” Ewan jumps in. 

“Place your bets now, we have that appointment in a little less than a month.” 

As your friends debate around you, Matt squeezes your hand drawing your attention to him. “I love you, darling” he says quietly, placing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

“And we love you” you reply and his face breaks into that familiar grin that sends your heart racing each time you see it. You’d started saying we since surprising him with the pregnancy announcement and it never fails to earn you that beloved smile of his. 

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[mindsafe]

so the last 48 hours have been a doozy but it's come to the point where i have to swallow my pride && ask for some help. my cat will need an extensive dental procedure that will cost somewhere between $2000-3000 CAD. i'll spare the details, but i'm willing to discuss the treatment plan privately if you're interested/need assurance about how your money will be handled. otherwise, i've made an official gofundme under my name for my cat's surgery: https://gofund.me/ba7cc0c5

[romulus]

help me make it through to the end of the month!

my work is stupid and i won’t be getting paid due to the letter of the extension of my contract being caught up in administrative bullshit. i need money to make it through until the next pay date, june 25. my current goal is $200 CAD. this would be used to pay for gas, bus fare and groceries. if you would like to donate my ko-fi is here. if you would like to share i would appreciate it! thank you

[deepdreamnights]

Three Upstanding Bachelors

Except, perhaps, Mr. Rawrcy, who is by all accounts a bit of a cad despite his status.

The image(s) above in this post were made using an autogenerated prompt and/or have not been modified/iterated extensively. As such, they do not meet the minimum expression threshold, and are in the public domain. Prompt under the fold.

Prompt: a cute dinosaur-anthro butler, 18th century butler uniform, character design, white background, fantasy character art, colored line art, in the style of 1st edition D&D, tony diterlizzi, norman rockwell

[malcriada]

Help Firas and Nisreen pay their university fees until August 1st!

i had an exchange today with Firas @firasmuhaisenn that brought me to tears.

Firas is a first year medical student, currently studying in Egypt together with his sister Nisreen. they have to struggle through an extremely tough university year, studying for exams, all while the rest of their family is stuck in Gaza. they have lost their beautiful home and their jobs, their livelihoods. his campaign is extremely time sensitive. it has been verified and reblogged by @/90-ghost here their father's factory which was bombed by the occupation used to specialize in construction work. in the future, when it is rebuilt, it could play a crucial role in the reconstruction of Gaza. but because it was reduced to rubble, their father is out of income and cannot possibly help them with their fees.

to make matters worse, they have to pay university fees until August 1st, otherwise they will have to pay a fine and won't be allowed to continue their studies. their university knows of their plight and is not sympathetic to them at all. they are not granted any exception to the rule, not even a time extension. they are treated like every other student even though their family is going through genocide. these siblings are their families last hope, they desperately want to become medical doctors to better aid people in Gaza and they are also responsible for getting their family out of an active war zone. i think most of us would not be able to imagine or even withstand the amount of pressure Firas and Nisreen are under. they need to raise $ 6,000 CAD as a short term goal, to not only pay for both of their university fees but also accounting for the cut gfm takes. so far they have:

$ 4,018 CAD / $ 6,000 CAD which means $ 1,982 CAD more to go!

@marnota is offering some really nice art commissions in exchange for proof of donation so please check those out here You can get some wonderful art for the price of $10 CAD so please consider getting some! Firas is genuinely a wonderful person, kind, determined and very hardworking (he is constantly studying for his exams and close to achieving distinction in his first year). he misses his family and his cat terribly. even amidst all the war and destruction and death, he would rather be together with them than in Egypt, where he is now.

please, if you have anything you can give, give to Firas and Nisreen so they may continue their studies and also reunite with their family.

[ID: two images of a completely ruined building, it is almost entirely rubble. one person stands before it. the text reads „Donate to Help evacuate our family and complete our studying, organized by Firas Muhaisen“ End ID]

taglist for reach under the cut (apologies for the tag. if you'd like to not be added to these, please let me know and i will remove you)

@meaganfoster @briarhips

@mazzikah @mahoushojoe

@rhubarbspring @pcktknife

@transmutationisms @sawasawako

@feluka @terroristiraqi

@irhabiya @wellwaterhysteria

@deepspaceboytoy @junglejim4322

@kibumkim @neechees

@mangocheesecakes @kyra45-helping-others

@northgazaupdates2 @tortiefrancis

@toiletpotato @fromjannah

@omegaversereloaded @vague-humanoid

@criptochecca @aristotels

@komsomolk @riding-with-the-wild-hunt

@heritageposts @ot3

@amygdalae @ankle-beez

@communistchilchuck @dykesbat

@watermotif @stuckinapril

@mavigator @lacecap

@socalgal @chilewithcarnage

@ghelgheli @northgazaupdates

[periwinklecosma]

list of palestinian fundraisers (part 3)

(part 1) (part 2) (part 4) (part 5)

here's the next batch of fundraisers from people that have reached out to me! there are a good deal of fundraisers here that are low on funds so please consider prioritizing them. at the very minimum, please share this post and consider donating if you are able.

disclaimer: i do not vet fundraisers, nor am i in extensive contact with any of the people below. these are just people that reached out to me via my asks and messages, and i am only going off of information that has been provided to me through posts made by them and other people spotlighting them.

Rasha Ibrahim (@rasha-ibrahim) - €2,349/€35,000 (6.71%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here) and @/northgazaupdates (here) // LOW ON FUNDS

Ahmad Ashour (@ahmad2203) - €40/€30,000 (0.13%) // not vetted yet but appears legitimate (a reverse image search of one of his photos led me to this Instagram account) // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Osama Thaer (@osamafamily2024-support) - €790/€50,000 (1.58%) // not vetted yet but appears legitimate (has been vouched for by @/aya2mohammed, an actual vetted fundraiser) // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Abd Alhadi Aburas (@abdalhadiaburas) - $2,998 CAD/$65,000 (4.61%) // not vetted yet but appears legitimate (@/sneakerdoodle managed to connect Abd's fundraiser to an Instagram account that dates back as far as 2014) // EXTREMELY LOW ON FUNDS

Youssef Helles (@4-zien-yousef) - €13,889/€23,000 (60.39%) // vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (#206 on this spreadsheet)

Abeer Ibrahim (@abeeribrahim2006) - $13,615 CAD/$70,000 (19.45%) // vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (#157 on this spreadsheet), @/90-ghost (here), and @/northgazaupdates (here) Note: Please be warned that there is a photo of a martyr victim in the description of the GFM.

Walid Al-Qatrawi (Paypal and Ko-fi) (@waled-family) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here) Note: Walid's GFM (here) has been disabled and thus can no longer accept further donations there.

Karam Al-Nabih (@karamrafeek) - €13,010/€20,000 (65.05%) // vetted by @/90-ghost (here), @/nabulsi (here), and @/northgazaupdates (here) Note: Karam's mother is chronically ill, and her condition is worsening the longer she stays in Gaza.

Ahmed Ziad (@ahmed-ziad) - £9,309/£30,000 (31.03%) // vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (#99 on this spreadsheet) and @/90-ghost (here)

Eslam Balousha (@aslambalousha) - €20,233/€52,000 (38.91%) // vetted by @/el-shab-hussein and @/nabulsi (#124 on this spreadsheet)