#activity track surfacing

[my-silly-poker]

gaza scam warning

Hey gamers, recently there have been a number of scam blogs on tumblr claiming to be Gazan victims. They've been making a number of iterations of the exact same blog and story but with different names and sometimes different PayPal links.

Thus far, the content of these scams are being stolen from 2 real fundraisers. Please lend your aid to these people who need help instead of the disgusting scam farm

Help Haya Orouq's family escape Gaza

Help Rawan AbuMahady's family escape Gaza

These are examples within the past month which have been deleted.

Ma22ya

Khalilhan

jovialsuitdonutai

miniaturepostkingjaiur

Donation scams on tumblr are extremely common and anyone who has a tumblr account will encounter them at some point. You have likely encountered them before and not realized it. They throw together a brand new blog with a story of needing aid, then use bots to go through follow lists and post notes to send messages to random users. Scambusting blogs like kyra45 do a lot of work to track and call out these scams when they surface.

Scam Spotting Tips

They send an ask often accompanied with a follow despite having never interacted with you before. Ask yourself: How did you find your blog? These interactions usually come out of nowhere when you have no original posts or interests they could've found you through, because they're just going down the lists of random blogs.

They reblog just enough posts to make you think that their blog is in-use when it is actually only a day or a few old. Enable timestamps and try find the blog's oldest post; if a blog seems old but still seems suspicious, be wary of post backdating

They often disable or delete comments on their donation post to hide comments that call them out. Open the notes and see if it says "some replies have been hidden, blocked or removed." Blocked/hidden comments sometimes still appear in reblogs of a post but not the original, so open a random reblog and see if telling comments appear there.

It isn't unusual for the story and the ask to either be exact copy-pastes of each other, or otherwise have very telling suspicious details, such as: using different names, having different goal amounts, contrasting story details, etc. Pay attention to and trust the suspicion of details that stand out as odd.

Like many of the above examples, they often use an automatically generated username consisting of random words

Reverse image searching can be a helpful giveaway if it works, but don't trust it entirely - scammers often steal images from private Facebook groups/profiles or alter the images so that people don't find the source. An image not having a source should also be suspicious, as you should wonder why this person's social media presence is exclusively a 3 day old tumblr blog

When you receive an ask from a blog like this, reporting them for spam or phishing and reporting the PayPal account for fraudulent activity does help get these accounts taken down.

In name of the situation, here are great verified resources to support real people who need help:

Many organizations and gofundmes for Gaza

Verified fundraisers for individuals in Gaza put together by @palestineasdiqa on Instagram and Twitter

Click to donate for free using ad revenue

Participation and political resources for US, UK and Canada

USPCR's toolkit

[thehufflepuffavenger1]

The Grid Angel (1/?) M.V. x reader

Y/N L/N Is Max Verstappen's new race engineer but the rest of the grid likes her too. The grids angel.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the paddock as the Formula 1 season kicked off in spectacular fashion. Qualifying Saturday brought an air of anticipation, not only for the teams and drivers but also for you, the race engineer for Max Verstappen. The Red Bull garage buzzed with activity, and the echoes of engines revving filled the air.

As the pit crew fine-tuned the Red Bull machine, you were engrossed in a conversation with Oscar Piastri, the rising star from the McLaren team. The two of you exchanged technical insights and shared a few laughs, completely absorbed in the world of racing strategy. Unbeknownst to you, Max Verstappen observed from a distance, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

Max, with his competitive spirit not limited to the track, couldn't shake the subtle twinge of jealousy. He had become accustomed to your undivided attention during race weekends, and the sight of you engrossed in conversation with Oscar stirred an unfamiliar feeling within him. The pit crew noticed Max's shifting demeanor, sensing the tension building beneath the surface.

Lando Norris, with his keen sense of humor, picked up on the atmosphere and decided to playfully fan the flames. He sidled up to Max, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Mate, looks like someone's got a bit of competition off the track," Lando teased, nodding towards you and Oscar engaged in animated discussion.

Max shot Lando a mock glare, his attempt to brush off the comment. However, the seed of doubt had been planted. The friendly banter between drivers on the grid was nothing new, but this time, it seemed like a rivalry was brewing in more ways than one.

As the sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the paddock, the qualifying session drew near. The tension in the air was palpable, not just from the impending on-track battle but from the unspoken dynamics playing out among the drivers and their teams.

The qualifying session unfolded with its usual mix of intensity and drama. Max, fueled by a desire to prove himself both on and off the track, pushed the Red Bull to its limits. The pit crew executed flawlessly, but the lingering undercurrent of emotions added an extra layer of complexity to the proceedings.

As the day transitioned into night, the atmosphere in the paddock shifted. The pit crew, always attuned to the dynamics of the team, could sense the unspoken tension. Max, after securing a respectable qualifying position, found a moment alone with you amid the hustle and bustle.

"Everything good, Max?" you inquired, your attention shifting from the race strategies to the emotions written on Max's face."Yeah, yeah," he replied, a hint of vulnerability beneath the confident exterior. "Just focused on the race, you know?"

Little did Max know that your connection with him went beyond the technical intricacies of the race. The season had just begun, and the off-track drama promised to be as thrilling as the battles on the circuit, setting the stage for a tale that would unfold with every twist and turn of the Grand Prix calender.

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The next race weekend dawned, and the paddock came alive once again with the roar of engines and the bustling energy of the Formula 1 circus. Max Verstappen, carrying the remnants of his jealousy from the previous qualifying, couldn't help but keep a watchful eye on your interactions with other drivers.

During the drivers' parade, Lando Norris pulled alongside Max, a sly grin playing on his lips. "Mate, you better step up your off-track game. I saw Y/N chatting with Carlos, and it looked like they were having a blast.

"Max shot Lando a half-amused, half-exasperated look. "I'm here to race, not to compete for attention off the track."As the weekend progressed, the competitive camaraderie between drivers extended beyond the racing realm. Carlos Sainz, always charismatic, engaged you in a lively conversation about race strategies and shared anecdotes from his experiences. Max, observing from a distance, found himself gritting his teeth in frustration.

Sergio Perez, known for his ability to read the subtle nuances of the paddock, sensed Max's unease. "Max, my friend, are you feeling a bit left out?" Sergio teased, a knowing glint in his eye.

Max scoffed, attempting to downplay his emotions. "I'm just focused on the race, like always."However, the tension simmered beneath the surface. The pit crew, attuned to the dynamics within the team, exchanged knowing glances as they continued their preparations. The upcoming race promised not only high-speed drama on the track but a behind-the-scenes storyline that captivated the entire paddock.

During a multi-team event, the charismatic charm of Charles Leclerc drew you into a conversation about the nuances of driving styles. The two of you exchanged insights, laughter, and even a few friendly challenges. Max, watching from across the room, clenched his jaw, a cocktail of emotions swirling within him.

Fernando Alonso, with his seasoned wisdom, approached Max with a pat on the back. "Max, my friend, in racing, you have to be fast on and off the track. Maybe it's time to show a different side of yourself."

The advice lingered in Max's mind as the race day arrived. The grid was charged with anticipation, not only for the thrilling battle on the circuit but for the undercurrents of emotions that had become an integral part of the season narrative.

As the lights dimmed, engines roared to life, and the cars thundered down the straight, the drama unfolded on multiple fronts. Max, focused on reclaiming his spotlight, pushed the Red Bull to its limits. The pit crew executed seamless strategies, but it was the emotional dynamics that added an extra layer of complexity to the race.

The checkered flag waved, and Max crossed the finish line with a triumphant roar. The pit crew erupted in celebration, but Max's eyes sought you out amidst the chaos. The unspoken tension reached a turning point as you locked eyes with him, a shared understanding passing between you.

The paddock, having witnessed the emotional rollercoaster of the race, anticipated that the off-track dynamics would continue to evolve. The Grand Prix season had just begun, and with each race, the interwoven threads of competition and connection promised a narrative that transcended the mere pursuit of victory on the track.

Next Chapter (don't know how to make a link if you do let me know):

[staysaneathome]

I feel like if they make an All Systems Red movie, the opening scenes need to build up to it.

It should make you think it’s going to be a regular gritty sci-fi movie, with tracking shots of Preservation AUX moving around their harshly lit habitat and doing things in drab crew uniforms as they prep for Volescu and Bharadwaj going out to survey the surface…

And in the background of every shot, so unobtrusive as to be almost unnoticeable in the mass of activity, stands Murderbot. Unmoving. Armored. Faceless. Looming.

As it boards the cargo hold, we zoom in on its opaque helmet.

And then the voiceover tells us that rather than murdering everyone when it hacked its governor module, it decided to consume 35,000 hours of media instead.

Instant cut to The Rise and Fall of Sanctuary Moon.

[anarchywoofwoof]

yesterday, november 18 2023 was the first day in recorded history where the global 2m surface temperature exceeded 2 degrees Celsius above the 1850-1900 baseline.

the 1850-1900 period serves as a baseline for the intergovernmental panel on climate change (ipcc) primarily because it represents the pre-industrial era, just before the widespread industrialization that began in the late 19th century.

this era is important for understanding the effects of climate change because it provides a relatively stable reference point for the earth's climate system before human activities - particularly the burning of fossil fuels - began to significantly alter the composition of earth's atmosphere. therefore, this period offers some of the earliest reliable meteorological data, allowing scientists to establish a baseline climate against which current and future changes can be compared.

the last time it was close to this hot was +1.99°C above the baseline, on Feb. 28, 2016 during hottest part of El Nino

yesterday, the value was +2.01°C before the hottest part of El Nino.

the 2°C threshold is widely regarded as a critical limit beyond which climate change impacts become increasingly severe and potentially irreversible. this includes increasing extreme weather events, over time a 40~ foot sea-level rise, and massive loss of biodiversity. some of which we are seeing take place before our eyes right now, every single day. all of these headlines are from this year alone:

Ocean scientists concerned over uptick of whale deaths on Northeast coasts

Penguin Chicks Are Dying Off as Antarctic Sea Ice Disappears

More than 10 billion snow crabs starved to death off the coast of Alaska. But why?

Texas oysters in dire straits

Tens of Thousands of Dead Fish Wash Ashore on Gulf Coast in Texas

Drone footage shows millions of dead fish blanket river

Mass death of Amazonian dolphins prompts fears for vulnerable species

‘Crisis period': Dead or dying marine mammals increasingly washing up on SoCal beaches

bear in mind that this is because we're already seeing a near-average of 1.5°c warming this year. this was not expected until the year 2050. like.. it's happening now.

the 1.5°c warming threshold, which is often discussed alongside the 2°c threshold, holds its own significance in the context of climate change and the efforts to mitigate its impacts. this threshold was brought into prominence by the paris agreement, which aimed to limit global warming to well below 2°c, preferably to 1.5°c, compared to pre-industrial levels.

we have effectively blown past this barricade and are barreling toward another. the capitalist train is leaving the tracks and taking us with it.

[enchantedwitchling]

The Power of Intuition: Developing Your Psychic Abilities.

🌟✨

Intuition is a powerful gift that we all possess. It's the inner knowing, the gut feeling, the psychic sense that guides us. Whether you're new to exploring your intuitive abilities or looking to enhance them, here are some exercises and tips to help you tap into the magic of your own intuition.

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1. Meditation for Clarity 🧘‍♂️🌌

Take time each day to meditate. Clear your mind, focus on your breath, and allow your intuition to surface. The more you practice, the more in tune you become with your inner wisdom.

2. Trust Your Gut Feeling 🤔💭

Start small by listening to your gut instincts in everyday situations. Trust that inner voice when making decisions. Over time, this will strengthen your intuitive muscle.

3. Tarot and Oracle Cards 🔮🃏

Experiment with divination tools like Tarot or Oracle cards. These can be excellent tools for honing your intuitive skills. Draw a card daily and interpret its message based on your intuition.

4. Dream Journaling 🌙📓

Keep a dream journal by your bedside. Record your dreams as soon as you wake up. Often, dreams contain intuitive insights and symbolism that can be deciphered over time.

5. Practice Empathy and Active Listening 👂❤️

Empathize with others and practice active listening. Tuning into their emotions and thoughts can help you fine-tune your intuitive abilities.

6. Nature Connection 🌿🌳

Spend time in nature. The natural world has its own intuitive energy. Take walks, sit quietly, and observe. Nature can amplify your intuitive senses.

7. Develop Your Third Eye Chakra 🧘‍♀️👁️

Work on balancing and opening your third eye chakra through meditation and visualization exercises. This energy center is often associated with intuition.

8. Trust the Process 🌟🌈

Remember, developing intuition takes time and patience. Trust in your own unique journey. Your intuition is like a muscle; the more you use it, the stronger it becomes.

9. Seek Guidance 🤝🌠

Consider seeking guidance from experienced intuitives or psychics. They can offer insights and techniques based on their own experiences.

10. Keep a Journal of Intuitive Experiences 📔✨

Document your intuitive experiences in a journal. This helps you track your progress and learn from your insights.

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Your intuition is a valuable compass on your life's journey. Embrace it, nurture it, and allow it to illuminate your path. The more you connect with your intuition, the more you'll discover the profound wisdom that resides within you.

Embrace the magic of your intuition, and let it lead you toward a deeper understanding of yourself and the world around you.

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[e-hibiscus]

Synopsis: Even more Honkai Star Rail ladies react to an s/o that likes playing with their hands and getting head pats.

Pairing: Acheron x reader, Black Swan x reader, Robin x reader

Warnings: None, SFW

Part I and Part II

Acheron

Asking her for Head-pats

She’s not one to initiate physical contact with you quite frankly, the idea doesn’t cross her mind at all. At first, Acheron stops you in your tracks, an iron grip around your wrist as she asks you what you’re doing. A simple “What are you doing?” escapes her lips before you explain you want her physical touch and affection.

Acheron is baffled you'd want her to give you them in the first place, but from then on Acheron lets you guide her hand onto your head. She gets the message rather quickly after a few times, and she finds it endearing that you’re comfortable enough to do this with her. A small smile grows on her lips from having you close. 

Playing with her hands

Her expression softens considerably when you first ask. A small “Of course” escapes her lips before taking your hand in hers. Although the sensations are light and fleeting, Acheron does her best to commit it into memory. She could barely feel how your fingers trace along her palm let alone when you kissed her knuckles as you pulled away. 

Whenever the two of you are holding hands Acheron’s grip is firm. If you try and slip your hand away, Acheron absentmindedly holds on tighter. You have to tell her when to let go, and in turn she hesitantly complies. Acheron treasures each and every intimate moment you share.

Black Swan

Asking her for Head-pats

Black Swan is by far the most amused by your antics, even if she had been caught off guard by your request. She’ll cock her head slightly to the side, watching with a smile as you ask in detail what you want. She’s going to make you spell it out the first few times because your flustered expression is just so sweet.

A small “Oh?” escapes her lips when you make this small request. A small smile etched onto her lips before Black Swan cards her hands through your bangs. She likes hearing you beg a little for her attention, but ultimately complies with your request. She’s surprisingly gentle 

Playing with her hands

Black Swan settles on your lap whether she’s shorter or taller than you, she’s taking a seat on you. Her warm gaze observes how your fingers dance along her palm. She loves the warmth which envelopes her hands as your hands intertwine with her’s. There’s a mixture of curiosity in her eyes while she watches you once you’ve taken her extended hand.

Her hands are slender and elegant but they’re cold to the touch, however, within her gaze lies a hint of warmth. Since you seem to take solace in such actions Black Swan lets you idly play with them whenever you're nervous and uneasy.

Robin

Her reaction to Head-pats

There’s an initial shyness that gives away her sincerity. She extends her hand and gives you the head-pat you so desire and Robin’s touch is light and affectionate. Perhaps it's her caring demeanor, but she adores it when she gets these sweet types of activities with you. It really makes her happy, you can tell because there’s a little flutter of her wings as she feels your soft hair. 

Over all, Robin doesn’t mind at all and is delighted that you’d even ask for her to do something close and intimate like this. She already loves having her hand brush through your hair (and you do too) so this closeness  is something Robin greatly appreciates. For the most part, Robin will keep such activities behind closed doors, this is meant to be something kept between the two of you after all. Perhaps you’ll do the same for her too?

Playing with her hands

When you asked to play with her hands, Robin’s face went flush because she finds your request to be rather intimate. Robin curiously watches how you trace your fingers on the soft surface of her palm. No words needed to be said between the two of you because the interaction alone holds a myriad of words. It’s a level of intimacy she’s not quite used to, but she values it nonetheless because there’s a level of affection and trust that comes with such an activity.

Sometimes Robin will hold soft conversations with you. Sharing her thoughts or talking about her day as well as future plans. Occasionally, she will lightly squeeze your hands or absentmindedly intertwine your fingers with hers because it's a way for her to show she’s there in the moment with her too.

[prettieinpink]

How do I stop procrastinating getting my life together. I'm not sure if you understand what I mean....as in how do I stop procrastinating getting out of my comfor zone to do better

GUIDE TO DEALING WITH PROCRASTINATION

Procrastination is delaying a task because of fear or anxiety about doing it. If you frequently procrastinate, it may result from your current mindset. In this post, I will discuss the reasons behind procrastination and how to overcome it by getting started.

AVOIDANCE MINDSET

If you’ve been in their comfort zone for quite a long time, you may be familiar with this term. An avoidance mindset is when we focus more on preventing possible negative consequences, rather than pursuing positive outcomes. This leads to procrastination, avoiding risks or challenges and generally staying in their comfort zones to avoid discomfort and failure.

This mindset usually stems from a fear that is holding you back which is keeping you ‘safe’, which is why we feel discomfort when trying new things. Fear of failure, wasting time, rejection and change are a few common ones.

Doing self-reflection or quizzes are the most efficient way to identify your fears if you haven’t already. Challenge negative beliefs that cause that fear to grow. 

The recommended way to shift your mindset from an avoidance one to a growth mindset is by focusing on the benefits that you’ll get from it. E.g.

‘Exercising is too hard’ -> ‘I’ll feel good about myself after’

‘Studying is boring’ -> ‘I’ll be proud of myself after achieving high grades’

‘Meeting new people is scary’ -> ‘I can’t wait to have a new friend’

PRODUCTIVITY WITH PROCRASTINATION

BREAK TASKS INTO SMALLER CHUNKS, and if it seems too difficult, do it over a week/fortnight. When tasks are smaller, they seem simpler and easier, so we don’t feel the need to delay them. For example...

Deep clean my room -> Wipe down all surfaces & put new bedding OR Monday I’ll wipe down surfaces, then Wednesday I’ll put new bedding. 

 MAKE THE TASK SPECIFIC. If the task is vague, it can seem too daunting to start because we have no idea how to start. For example, instead of saying studying for my science test, say do 3 rounds of science flashcards. We know exactly what to do, so it doesn’t give reason for us to delay it.

HAVE A ROUTINE. Having a consistent daily routine helps us to stay on track because our brains love routines and familiar activities, and it pushes us further because our brains will feel discomfort if that routine is not done. 

However, if you are someone who procrastinates, avoid micromanaging your day. It can seem way too overwhelming, but even if you do it, it can lead to being burnt out. 

KEEP ORGANISED. Being in an environment which is constantly cluttered, or having no way to remember everything that goes in your life, will make you have a cluttered mind, A cluttered mind will influence your actions to also be out of place.

DEVELOP A GROWTH MINDSET. I do have a post on this which is linked on my masterlist. The whole idea of a growth mindset is to embrace the idea that failure further improves us, instead of setting us back.

[forzalando]

💛 hi 🥹 CONGRATS ON 3K THAT'S HUUUUUGE !!!!

I am obsessed with this idea and also my favourite activity (as of recently lmao) is drunk karaoke and of COURSE my dream would be to do it with lando !!!!

drunk karaoke with Lando would, and i'm not exaggerating, mean everything to me. i am in love with just the idea of this.

thank you for supporting me through the many phases of this blog and for entertaining my every thought/idea. adore you, mel💛 i hope you enjoy this blurb that was meant to be 300-400 words but ended up being 800+ lol

celebration post: here

Drunk Karaoke with Lando Norris under the cut😊

You quickly downed the shot thrust into your hand – sambuca, which meant it absolutely came from Lando since he was the only one who knew of your preference.  

He was on your left, sweaty and somehow wide awake despite the fact you’d been out for hours. Oscar was on your right, slowly swaying to the music with his eyes half shut. Somewhere across the club Charles and Pierre were dancing on an elevated surface while George videotaped them like a suburban soccer mom at her son’s first game. Here in Monaco, everyone partied post-race as if they themselves had made it to the top step over the weekend.

Out of nowhere, Lando fell into you as he shouted in your ear – “Do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

Oscar caught you before you could topple over, steadying you on your feet before shooting Lando a dirty look.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lando giggled. He centered himself and then put his hands on your shoulders, looking the most serious you’d ever seen him. “Anyway, do you know what I’ve always wanted to do?”

“Win at Silverstone? Become world champion?”

“Well, yes, but think smaller, you lunatic. Something I could do right now.”

“Out drink Max?”

“What? No, I don’t care about outdrinking Max, where did that come from?”

“Well, I just thought since he usually wins every race that you’d want to beat him at something – ”

“Oh my god, you’re impossible,” Oscar interjected. “He wants to do drunk karaoke. When we went out in Miami he was practically on his knees begging me to sing with him.”

A giant grin spread across your face as you playfully swatted Lando’s chest.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I happen to be an excellent karaoke partner,” you boasted.

Lando clapped his hands and jumped around like a toddler at your remark – “So, you’ll do it with me?”

Instead of answering, you snatched his hand and pulled him through the club at an impressive speed. You weren’t in a karaoke bar, quite far from it, but you planted yourself in front of the DJ booth and gestured to Lando. Security immediately pulled you both into the booth, perks of having Lando at your side, and the DJ of the night asked what she could do for you.

“Hi! Lando Norris wants to do drunk karaoke and I’m trusting that you can make that happen. It’s very important to him,” you professed.

“I think I might have a couple instrumentals or could make some magic happen. Any specific requests? You won’t have any lyrics on screen, though. And you’ll have to share a mic.”

Before you could ask what your options were, Lando was shouting, once again, in your ear.

“DO YOU HAVE THE SPICE GIRLS? THAT ONE SPICE GIRLS SONG?”

“Lando, we won’t have the lyrics,” you reminded him.

“I don’t need them,” he declared, crossing his arms with attitude. “Maybe you need them, fake fan.”

“I most certainly do not,” you yelled back to Lando. “DJ, roll the track. Pretty please. You're amazing."

She chuckled and handed you the singular mic, Lando immediately snatching it from your hands.

“It’s my dream, I get to hold the mic.”

You rolled your eyes and fought back a smile, stepping into his side as he threw an arm around you.

The deafening bass from the speakers grew quiet as the DJ addressed the crowd of people – “we’ve got a special surprise tonight! These two lovely friends of mine up here are going to perform a special number for everyone. Please welcome – ”

She paused, waiting for you and Lando to introduce yourselves.

“LANDO NORRIS AND Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Please welcome Lando Norris and Y/N Y/L/N to my booth. Show them some love!”

The clapping and cheering brought the volume in the club back to an obscene level – the loudest cheers coming from a VIP table not far from the booth where all of your friends had gathered.

Before you had a chance to feel the slightest bit self-conscious, the infamous laugh rang through the speakers and Lando was scream-singing into the mic.

 “YO, I’LL YOU WHAT I WANT, WHAT I REALLY, REALLY WANT!”

The two of you in perfect sync, passing lines back and forth, singing (if you could call it that) in unison during the chorus. You could have sworn you heard George shout out that this was “his song” and Max was most definitely telling anyone who would listen that he personally knows Ginger Spice.  

You tore your eyes from the audience to look at Lando – the smile on his face rivaling the brightest sunny day. With his arm around you, squeezing you to his side, your closest friends cheering for you, your heart was sure to burst from happiness. There was no place you’d rather be in that moment than making a drunken fool of yourself with the most important person in your life by your side.

And if Lando was thinking the same thing, about how he was happier in that moment than he’d ever been, podiums and race win included, he’d keep that to himself for just a minute more.

[my-silly-poker]

insulin scam warning

Hey gamers,

for a long time on tumblr there's been a guy who really, really wants you to believe they need insulin, on many different blogs, with different paypals and different names. They make a new blog, put a few reblogs on it so it isn't obvious it's brand-new, and then start spamming asks to people for donations.

Here is their most recent blog, but their username will likely change by the time you see this. Kyra45 reports updates on them here

Here are examples of past iterations of this scam, which have been taken down

Donation scams on tumblr are extremely common and anyone who has a tumblr account will encounter them at some point. The insulin guy has been a long-running one for months now. Scambusting blogs like kyra45 do a lot of work to track and call out these scams when they surface.

Scam Spotting Tips

They send an ask often accompanied with a follow despite having never interacted with you before. Ask yourself: How did you find your blog? These interactions usually come out of nowhere when you have no original posts or interests they could've found you through, because they're just going down the lists of random blogs.

They reblog just enough posts to make you think that their blog is in-use when it is actually only a day or a few old. Enable timestamps and try find the blog's oldest post; if a blog seems old but still seems suspicious, be wary of post backdating

They often disable or delete comments on their donation post to hide comments that call them out. Open the notes and see if it says "some replies have been hidden, blocked or removed." Blocked/hidden comments sometimes still appear in reblogs of a post but not the original, so open a random reblog and see if telling comments appear there.

It isn't unusual for the story and the ask to either be exact copy-pastes of each other, or otherwise have very telling suspicious details, such as: using different names, having different goal amounts, contrasting story details, etc.

Like many of the above examples, they often have a completely random string of words as their blog name.

Reverse image searching can be a helpful giveaway if it works, but don't trust it - scammers often steal images from private Facebook groups/profiles so people don't find the source and think it's original

When you receive an ask from a blog like this, reporting them for spam or phishing and reporting the PayPal account for fraudulent activity does help get these accounts taken down.

[nasa]

Why Isn’t Every Year the Warmest Year on Record?

This just in: 2022 effectively tied for the fifth warmest year since 1880, when our record starts. Here at NASA, we work with our partners at NOAA to track temperatures across Earth’s entire surface, to keep a global record of how our planet is changing.

Overall, Earth is getting hotter.

The warming comes directly from human activities – specifically, the release of greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide from burning fossil fuels. We started burning fossil fuels in earnest during the Industrial Revolution. Activities like driving cars and operating factories continue to release greenhouse gases into our atmosphere, where they trap heat in the atmosphere.

So…if we’re causing Earth to warm, why isn’t every year the hottest year on record?

As 2022 shows, the current global warming isn’t uniform. Every single year isn’t necessarily warmer than every previous year, but it is generally warmer than most of the preceding years. There’s a warming trend.

Earth is a really complex system, with various climate patterns, solar activity, and events like volcanic eruptions that can tip things slightly warmer or cooler.

Climate Patterns

While 2021 and 2022 continued a global trend of warming, they were both a little cooler than 2020, largely because of a natural phenomenon known as La Niña.

La Niña is one third of a climate phenomenon called El Niño Southern Oscillation, also known as ENSO, which can have significant effects around the globe. During La Niña years, ocean temperatures in the central and eastern Pacific Ocean cool off slightly. La Niña’s twin, El Niño brings warmer temperatures to the central and eastern Pacific. Neutral years bring ocean temperatures in the region closer to the average.

El Niño and La Niña affect more than ocean temperatures – they can bring changes to rainfall patterns, hurricane frequency, and global average temperature.

We’ve been in a La Niña mode the last three, which has slightly cooled global temperatures. That’s one big reason 2021 and 2022 were cooler than 2020 – which was an El Niño year.

Overall warming is still happening. Current El Niño years are warmer than previous El Niño years, and the same goes for La Niña years. In fact, enough overall warming has occurred that most current La Niña years are warmer than most previous El Niño years. This year was the warmest La Niña year on record.

Solar Activity

Our Sun cycles through periods of more and less activity, on a schedule of about every 11 years. Here on Earth, we might receive slightly less energy — heat — from the Sun during quieter periods and slightly more during active periods.

At NASA, we work with NOAA to track the solar cycle. We kicked off a new one – Solar Cycle 25 – after solar minimum in December 2019. Since then, solar activity has been slightly ramping up.

Because we closely track solar activity, we know that over the past several decades, solar activity hasn't been on the rise, while greenhouse gases have. More importantly, the "fingerprints" we see on the climate, including temperature changes in the upper atmosphere, don't fit the what we'd expect from solar-caused warming. Rather they look like what we expect from increased greenhouse warming, verifying a prediction made decades ago by NASA.

Volcanic Eruptions

Throughout history, volcanoes have driven major shifts in Earth’s climate. Large eruptions can release water vapor — a greenhouse gas like carbon dioxide — which traps additional warmth within our atmosphere.

On the flip side, eruptions that loft lots of ash and soot into the atmosphere can temporarily cool the climate slightly, by reflecting some sunlight back into space.

Like solar activity, we can monitor volcanic eruptions and tease out their effect on variations in our global temperature.

At the End of the Day, It’s Us

Our satellites, airborne missions, and measurements from the ground give us a comprehensive picture of what’s happening on Earth every day. We also have computer models that can skillfully recreate Earth’s climate.

By combining the two, we can see what would happen to global temperature if all the changes were caused by natural forces, like volcanic eruptions or ENSO. By looking at the fingerprints each of these climate drivers leave in our models, it’s perfectly clear: The current global warming we’re experiencing is caused by humans.

For more information about climate change, visit climate.nasa.gov.

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[verstappensrealwife]

Champagne Flows - Carlos Sainz x Bimbo!Reader

fluff.

approx. 900 words

warnings : I actually don't know if i like this so bare with me I am TIRED!

carlos sainz masterlist - here. f1 masterlist - here.

You were never quite savvy about the sport; your main role seemed to be to add a touch of glamour to race weekends and cheer on your boyfriend.

He took pleasure in parading you around, often chuckling as you listened with a clueless smile to his mechanics' attempts to enlighten you on why Carlos couldn't simply "go a bit faster."

Your wardrobe was always top-notch, albeit on the more provocative side. But Carlos adored your choice of little skirts, tight tops, towering heels, and flashy accessories. He relished treating you to something fresh and eye-catching for each race of the season, whether it was a splash of pink or a shimmering trinket.

As you wander through the F1 pitlane, the scene overwhelms you with its chaos and glamour. The paddock is a maze of flashy trailers and towering hospitality suites, each adorned with logos and brands that seem to blur together in a sea of luxury. You feel a bit lost amidst the hustle and bustle, but you keep your head high, knowing that you're here to support your boyfriend and look good while doing it.

The pitlane itself is a sensory overload, with the smell of burning rubber mixing with the deafening roar of engines being tuned to perfection. You watch as mechanics scurry about, tweaking this and adjusting that, all while your boyfriend tries to explain the intricacies of it all to you. You nod along, pretending to understand, but truth be told, it's all Greek to you.

But hey, who needs to understand the ins and outs of the sport when you look like a million bucks? You strut around in your carefully curated ensembles, each one designed to turn heads as you saunter by. Carlos may chuckle at your occasional silly questions, but he always appreciates the effort you put into your appearance.

With your love for all things pink and shiny, you fit right into the fast-paced world of Formula 1, even if your knowledge is more on the surface level. But that doesn't stop you from being his biggest supporter. You cheer him on with gusto, clapping and jumping up and down whenever he returns to the garage, regardless of whether he's in the points or not.

As the Bahrain Grand Prix unfolds, you find yourself stationed in his garage, surrounded by mechanics bustling about. When you skip over to his car and knock on his helmet for good luck, it's a gesture filled with optimism and affection.

And luck seems to be on your side this time. P3! The thrill of victory rushes through you as you dash over to embrace your boyfriend, showering him with kisses all over his face and neck. The cameras capture the moment, his smile as wide as the track itself, as you lavish him with affection.

Sure, he may not have clinched the top spot on the podium, but in that moment, he won something even more precious: you.

-

As cameras had moved on to Charles, with the taste of victory still lingering, you and Carlos revel in the afterglow of his success. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close as if he never wants to let go. Amidst the flurry of activity in the garage, the world fades away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of bliss.

You feel his heartbeat against your chest, steady and strong, matching the rhythm of your own racing pulse. His eyes, alight with joy and adoration, lock onto yours, and in that shared gaze, you find a connection that transcends the roar of the engines and the glare of the cameras.

As the celebrations continue around you, you steal moments of stolen kisses and whispered promises, each one a testament to the depth of your love. You trace the contours of his face with your fingertips, committing every detail to memory, as if trying to capture this moment in time forever.

And when the champagne flows and the cheers echo through the paddock, you cling to each other like two souls bound by destiny, united in triumph and passion. For in this world of speed and competition, your love shines brightest of all, a beacon of warmth and devotion that knows no bounds.

“How about instead of going out to celebrate, we go back to the hotel, room service and movies?” He offered, you nodded more than quickly, not containing your excitement until you were finally in the car back to the hotel.

Your heart flutters at his suggestion, and you nod enthusiastically, your excitement palpable as you envision a night of indulgence and relaxation. The idea of room service and movies sounds like a dream come true, a chance to escape the chaos of race day and immerse yourself in simple pleasures.

As you settle into the plush seats of the car for the ride back to the hotel, you can hardly contain your glee. The thought of cuddling up with Carlos, of sharing laughs and whispers as you lose yourselves in the comfort of each other's arms, fills you with a sense of childlike joy. You glance over at him, your eyes wide with anticipation, your hair framing your face in a halo of innocence.

In that moment, with the promise of a cosy night ahead, everything else fades into the background, leaving just you and him, bound together by a love that transcends logic or reason. And as the car pulls away from the racetrack, you can't help but feel a sense of gratitude for this simple yet profound moment of connection, a moment that reminds you of the beauty in life's simplest pleasures.

el fin.

yuck i hate my writing GHRWHAEAIUL

[donniesgirlie]

I’ve reacntly just read your “kisses and kips” and I freaking loved it! But I was wondering what if reader reacted differently after the line “Y/n, I'm perfectly capable of determining what I do or don't need. Just go to bed, I'll be there soon.”

As someone who doesn’t really handle “getting in the way” of someone else’s business very well, is terrified if they are bothering someone, specially a special someone (like an s/o) I’d froze up after that line, even if his tone isn’t directly at reader per say, I know I’d probably closed off to the point of leaving and sleeping back to my place out of fear I’ve made Donnie upset and getting in his way. Do you mind making a scenario out off this reaction? If not, you can ignore this request

Thank you!

First request, LET'S GOOOO!!

Me too - I hate the thought of even potentially being a bother😭

Hope you enjoy!

Original

Kisses and Kips - Alternate Version: Donatello x F! Reader

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"Donnieeeeee~" You pull at the side of the doorframe, swinging yourself in and out of the lab as you draw out his name.

He had told you he'd join you in bed an hour ago under the guise of "5 more minutes." You get why he is working so hard; you do. With the recent uptick of Foot Clan activity, he needed to get the truck up and running again as soon as possible, but goddamn it- you just want to cuddle your boyfriend. You don't think it's too big of an ask, especially considering he's been working on that damn gadget for days now with little to no breaks.

With a sigh and light shake of his head, Donnie sets down his soldering iron. "Yes, love?"

You can hear the edge to his voice, strained from disuse and tilted with frustration. He slips his glasses off to pinch between his eyes, exhaustion clear on his face.

"Come to bed?"

He slips his glasses back on and swivels back to his work. "I can't. I need to finish this."

You let go of the frame and walk over to him. "You've been up over 48 hours, you're clearly exhausted, and you need rest - even if just for a little bit."

"Y/n, I'm perfectly capable of determining what I do or don't need. Just go to bed, I'll be there soon." You know he's not upset with you, but his sharp tone makes your heart drop; you can feel your stomach turning sour and your mouth going dry.

"Oh." You swallow, feeling your eyes start to prick with the threat of tears. Your voice comes out in a whisper as you turn to leave the lab, "okay..."

You know it's stupid, that he's been frustrated with the truck, and you shouldn't take it personally, but logic doesn't quell the small voice in the back of your mind whispering that he's upset with you and that you're smothering him. You calmly walk back to his room, ready to hide your tears in your pillow.

-

It's hours later when Donatello decides to come to bed. The first rays of sun are surely starting to peak over New York's surface, but all he can think about is you.

He knows he was harsh; he knows that you didn't deserve the cutting tone when you were simply expressing your concern for his well-being. He has just been so frustrated with the truck - the nunchucks are sticking and he can't figure out why despite taking them apart three times now, and the grill won't properly shut after shooting manhole covers. Not to mention the various other upgrades that he's itching to start but can't until the main problems are fixed.

He refuses to use that as an excuse, though. You're not his verbal punching bag that he can toss attitude at whenever he's inconvenienced.

So, as much as he hates to wake you, he refuses to go to bed without apologizing.

His heart breaks when his sits on the edge of the bed and looks at your sleeping face. Dried tear tracks streak your face as you grip his pillow.

Reaching a hand out, Donnie gently shakes your shoulder. "Y/n... Honey, please wake up?"

After a few coaxes and prods, you finally stir - slightly curling into yourself before stretching back out. "Dee?" You mutter, eyes slowly blinking open. "What time is it?"

"It's still early," he replies easily, moving his hand to lightly trace his thumb along your cheekbone. "I just didn't want to sleep without telling you that I'm sorry. I was upset because one of the circuit boards was giving me trouble, but I shouldn't have snapped at you; I'm sorry, love..."

"It's okay," you say, scooting closer to drape your arm over his lap, lightly nuzzling your face into his side.

"It's not," Donatello pulls from your hold just long enough to properly lay next to you before pulling you back against his plastron. "You didn't deserve to be yelled at just because I was annoyed."

His hand splays out on your back, rubbing up and down it as he buries his face in your hair.

He feels the soft press of your lips to his collar before your muffled voice mumbles, "Well, I forgive you," against his skin.

[toxicanonymity]

Objectification Headcanons - Joel Miller

Whenever Joel furrows his brow in silence, he's signaling he's free for your use. All you have to do is show him you're ready if you want to get railed. Highly recommend. | NSFW 18+

He has 5 primary modes you can activate: Classic, Feral, Dom, Sub, and Dark.

Classic mode

To activate classic mode, take his map. Or hell, just tell him you need some D. He'll instantly get hard.

If he looks put out by this, he's not. That's just how his face is.

Need him in your mouth? Tell him you're thirsty and almost out of water.

Want head? Offer him some jerky. He'll spread your knees.

Eats pussy like he's starving. Eats ass like it's 20 yr old chef Boyardee.

Will gladly fuck you standing or bent over while keeping as much clothing on as possible. He'll pull your underwear to the side.

Get on all fours if you prefer. Show him what you want.

☠️WARNING☠️: variety of depravity & darkness including violence

Feral mode

To activate, pull a gun on him then let him disarm you. If you want it really rough, get on your knees first.

He'll be so ravenous, you'd think he was infected.

Bends you over the nearest rubble, tears your pants down and fucks you with the hardest cock you've ever had.

Talks dirty, will narrate everything in the nastiest way possible.

Do not recommend getting head in this mode. His beard might break the skin. Don't let it get infected. If you have a dick, he might bite it.

Dom mode

To activate, stop dead in your tracks and drop your backpack

He'll demand you take off your clothes.

Get you totally nude while he keeps his own clothes on.

Will make you beg for his cock until you're nearly crying.

Then you have to beg to come. Edges you to death until you promise to be good.

May dump his load on your pile of clothes. He knows you have to put the same ones back on and he wants to know you're walking around in his filth.

May restrain you or spit in your mouth then fuck your face.

Sub mode

To activate, tug his backpack.

He'll sit down on the ground against the nearest surface.

You can leave him sitting up and ride him. if you need more room from the wall, tug his butt toward you and he'll scoot out enough.

You can face him and wrap yourself around him. He won't be able to resist putting his hands all over you.

You can face away from him and sit on him, kneel, or get like a frog, face down.

Ease his upper body back totally prone if you want to sit on his face.

Feel free to edge him into oblivion and make him beg and whimper.

Bottom mode: Put him in sub mode then suck his cock and finger his asshole. That's the only way he's letting you in the back door. You might have to eat his ass, too.

⚠️(Actual) Dark Mode - DO NOT RECOMMEND unless you want to be scared shitless

To activate, say something about Tess.

May pull a knife on you, make you bleed, choke you.

May click like a clicker while he's fucking you.

Will fuck you with a gun to the back of your head or make you suck his cock with a gun to your temple.

Might rail you in front of the skeletons while recounting the darkest things that have ever happened.

May bite and break the skin, knowing it's traumatic.

[deesblanketfort]

Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 

Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.

Getting comfy!

🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.

🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.

🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!

🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.

🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)

Games and activities!

🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.

🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.

🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!

🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.

🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)

Snack time!

🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.

🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!

🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!

🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.

Taking care of yourself!

🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.

🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.

🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.

🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.

[meanbossart]

Well, I did it, I made an extremely annoying durge playlist for DU drow.

Because I can't help being pretentious, It turned out being a linear concept album. Some songs are about specific relationships and events, some are just mood setters. It's also split like this:

Childhood: Tracks 1-3

Teens: Track 4

Active Bhaalspawn, pre-Absolute: Tracks 5-10

The Chosen's Plan, and his downfall: Tracks 11-15

Game campaign: Tracks 16-31

It's a longass playlist and I reasonably don't expect anyone to sit through the whole thing, so here's a helpful little guide that lists the more stand-out tracks and what they're about, as well as whichever ones are specific to a character:

3. Teenage lightning - Coil: A little urge, and first contact with Sceleritas. 4. Bring the sun/Toussaint L’Ouverture - Swans: Several years between escaping the Underdark, trekking the surface's cities and wilderness, and seeking out greatness.

5. Fire Temple - Bobby Krlic: Finding where you belong. 7. Circles in red dirt - Jarboe: Orin. 9. Rocking back inside my heart - Julee Cruise: Orin, reprise.

12. Fan Letter - Michael Gira: Enver Gortash. 13. Pleasurer - JK Flesh: His sister's betrayal. 19. Cannibal's Hymn - Nick Cave: Astarion. 24. My True Body - Angels of Light: Bhaal. 26. Praise your name - Angels of light: Astarion, reprise. 29. All Directions - Son Lux: Friendship, and doing the right thing. 30. Ugly and Vengeful - Anna von Hausswolff: Finale. 31. Song for a Warrior - Swans: DU drow.

THAT'S ALL FOLKS, ENJOY. OR DON'T. WHATEVER YOU WANNA DO.

[f1povs]

You’re safe with me

Pairing : Sergio Checo Perez x reader

Summary- y/n sister of Carlos Sainz. When he followed his dreams of being a f1 driver she followed hers and became a firefighter. After things went south on a call y/n decided to move in with Carlos.

A/n : so this is an idea I’ve had for ages and thinking of writing a whole story on this idea. This is my first time actually posting something as never had the confidence to post but after seeing so many amazing writers on here and other apps I thought I might as well try so please no hate or negativity. If you have any advice then feel free to share and if you think I should write a whole story then please say and I will do my best 🙏

Y/n watched the world go by as she sat in her favorite park, her gaze distant and unfocused. It was as if she was watching a movie play out before her eyes, with all the characters moving in slow motion. She knew everyone around her, the way they smiled, the way they laughed, the way they lived their lives. But she felt disconnected from it all, as if she were merely an observer in someone else's story. Her mind wandered back to the countless times she had watched her brother, Carlos, race his heart out on the track, cheering him on from the sidelines, her voice echoing above the roar of the engines.

She remembered the day she had decided to become a firefighter. It had been an impulsive decision, born out of a desire to protect those she loved and make a difference in the world. Little did she know that it would lead her down a path filled with heartache and loss, with every victory she achieved coming at the cost of someone else's suffering. But she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in her accomplishments, even as she struggled to come to terms with the darkness that lurked beneath the surface.

The wind picked up suddenly, rustling the leaves of the trees and sending a shiver down her spine. Y/n looked up, her eyes meeting those of a stranger who was staring at her intently. For a brief moment, they locked gazes, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity wash over her. It was as if this person knew everything about her, all her secrets and fears, and they were offering her a glimmer of hope in return. But then the moment passed, and the stranger turned away, disappearing into the crowd like a ghost. After sitting in the park for a while y/n decided that she couldn’t be here, in this town anymore. Y/n picked up her phone and rang her brother.

Carlos: hey y/n are you okay?

Y/n: um yeah I’m okay. Um I’m just wondering if… I… um… could come move in with you?”

Y/n held back the tears trying to escape her eyes as she spoke to her brother.

Carlos: yeah of course you can move in when are you coming I’ll get a room ready.

After couple hours flight, Y/n smiled as she spotted her brother, Carlos Sainz, standing outside the airport terminal. He looked as handsome as ever, dressed impeccably in his racing gear. Despite the hectic week of training getting ready for the race on the weekend, he'd managed to take time out of his schedule to pick her up from the airport. She hadn't seen him in months, not since the accident at work.

It wasn’t a long drive but seemed like forever. Carlos tried making small talk but y/n wasn’t really interested. She was in a world of her own as she stared out of her brothers car window. No one knew how bad the accident was. All they knew was that y/n was in an accident at work.

Finally y/n and Carlos arrived. The paddock was abuzz with activity, a whirlwind of color and motion that seemed to swirl around her like a dream. She had been away for months, as y/n stepped out of the car the familiar smell of racing fuel and burning rubber hung thick in the air, mingling with the sounds of engines revving and tires screeching. It was like being in a live-action painting, vibrant and alive with the energy of a thousand hearts beating as one. Y/n thought it was nice to be back with her f1 family. Everyone was excited to greet y/n but there was one particular driver who was more excited to see her.

As Sergio Perez turned the corner, his heart skipped a beat. There she was, standing by the lockers with her brothers and his friends, her back to him. It had been months since they'd last seen each other, and the familiarity of her figure was almost overwhelming. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves as he walked towards her. His gaze drifted over her shoulder-length hair, the way it casually fell across her back, and the way she was hugging herself, as if she were cold. He fought the urge to run up and envelop her in a warm embrace, instead opting for a friendly wave as he neared.

“Hey, y/n!" he called out, his voice sounding a little more nervous than he'd intended. She turned around, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. But the usual sparkle in her eyes had gone. Before her eyes would sparkle in the fluorescent light, and Sergio would find himself blushing, but this time was different.

"Hey, Sergio," she replied, her voice soft. "It's good to see you ." She walked over to him, her steps light. He noticed that she was wearing the same perfume she had been wearing the last time they'd met, and it made his heart race a little faster. But as she got closer Sergio could see something was wrong.

Fast forward to race night

The sun began to dip below the horizon, bathing the grid in a warm, golden light. The race was about to end. Everyone cheered as the drivers rushed past the checkered flag. Max at P1, Sergio at P2, and Carlos at P3.

The three men stood on the podium as they celebrated their wins. The crowd cheered and shouted celebrations. Fireworks exploded overhead, their colorful bursts of light painting the sky with a kaleidoscope of colors. It was a beautiful sight, one that would have filled her heart with joy on any other day. But tonight, the sound of the explosions sent her spiraling back to that fateful night, the night of the explosion that had taken the lives of so many, including those closest to her. the fireworks only served as a painful reminder of the day that had changed her life forever. She couldn't help but shiver as she stood on the edge of the crowd, her heart racing and her palms slick with sweat. The memory of the explosion was as vivid as if it had happened only yesterday: the screams of terror, the heat that seared her skin, the deafening boom that shook the ground beneath her feet.

Sergio Checo Perez stood on his podium and searched the crowd for y/n. As soon as his eyes landed on y/n, He could see the pain in her eyes, the fear that gripped her soul, and in that moment he jumped off the podium and raced to y/n in the crowd. His fellow drivers and his team was shouting for him to come back and celebrate the win but he had to do everything in his power to make her feel safe, to make her feel loved. He knew that the accident was more than a normal accident that can happen on the job like she had said. He knew there was more to the story, he knew that the the memories were painful, he knew what was happening as he has experience people he knew go through the same thing and he could never erase the memories that haunted her, the demons that tormented her every waking moment.

Now, as she sat there, on the floor in the crowd, watching the fireworks light up the sky, she felt him approaching, his presence a warm, comforting blanket wrapping itself around her. He knelt down beside her, his expression a mixture of concern and understanding. "Hey," he whispered, reaching out to take her hand. "You don't have to go through this alone." She didn't know if she could believe him, but for some reason, she found herself leaning into his touch, feeling a small spark of hope ignite within her. "I know it's hard," he continued, his voice gentle and soothing. "But we'll get through this together, okay?"

Her eyes met his, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was a chance for her to find peace, to find happiness again. And in that moment, she knew that she wasn't truly alone anymore.

They sat there together, watching the fireworks explode overhead, their fingers intertwined. As the last of the fireworks faded away, leaving the sky empty and black once more, Sergio leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear. "You're okay. You are safe with me," he whispered.

Y/n closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She knew he was right. Slowly, she turned her head, meeting his gaze once more. There was something in his eyes that she had never seen before, something that told her that he was in this for the long haul.

As they sat there, the wind picked up again, sending a shiver down her spine. But this time, it felt different. It felt like a new beginning, like a promise of better things to come. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, there was still goodness left in the world, still a reason to keep fighting, to keep going.

Hand in hand, they rose to their feet, the weight of memories and losses not so heavy now. Together, they began to walk through the paddock , their steps echoing through the darkness. As they walked, they talked, sharing stories and laughter, finding solace in the comfort of each other's company. And with every step they took, Y/n felt a little lighter, a little more at peace.

Eventually, they reached a small, secluded clearing, surrounded by tall, ancient trees just outside the circuit. Sergio turned to face her, his eyes searching hers for an answer. She knew what he was asking, and she knew what she wanted to say. Slowly, she nodded, her heart racing with anticipation and fear. He smiled, a soft, gentle smile that made her heart skip a beat, and then he leaned forward, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and passionate.

As they kissed, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them, their love for each other the only thing that mattered. And in that moment, Y/n knew that she had found her home, her place in the world after everything she had been through. She knew that together, they could face anything, overcome any obstacle. Because no matter what happened, they would always have each other.