#and on a shift with alex!!!

[annieqattheperipheral]

Willy's magnificent thighs that i think about everyday powered that breakaway from the dzone and goal😌

[ryllen]

Alex when he is helping at the field

[brainddeadd]

Meeting the Grid

The first official F1 media day was always chaos, but today felt even more overwhelming. As Cadillac’s newest driver, all eyes were on you. Cameras flashed, reporters fired off questions, and the energy in the paddock was electric. You barely had time to breathe before being shuffled from one interview to the next.

And then—mercifully—you spotted a familiar face.

“About time you showed up,” Yuki Tsunoda smirked, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the AlphaTauri hospitality building.

Relief flooded through you as you jogged over, grinning. “Yuki! Still yelling at your engineers, or have you finally chilled out?”

“Depends if they piss me off,” he shot back, but his expression softened as he pulled you into a quick hug. “F3 feels like a lifetime ago, huh?”

“No kidding,” you said. Back then, you and Yuki had been teammates, racing wheel-to-wheel in some of the most intense battles of your junior career. He was one of the few people who truly understood how hard you’d fought to get here.

Before you could reminisce further, another voice interrupted. “Yuki’s got friends? Since when?”

You turned to see Lando Norris grinning at the two of you, eyes filled with mischief.

“I’m just as shocked as you are,” you teased, extending a hand. “Guess I should say hi properly, though. We’re going to be spending a lot of time on track together.”

Lando ignored the handshake and went straight for a dramatic hug instead, making Yuki roll his eyes. “Oh, I like you already,” Lando announced. “Anyone who gives Yuki shit is good in my book.”

You laughed, already knowing that with his energy, you and Lando were going to get along just fine.

After some more paddock introductions, you found yourself face to face with the man himself—Lewis Hamilton.

“Welcome to the grid,” he said warmly, shaking your hand. “It’s always great to see fresh talent coming in.”

You swallowed hard, knowing this was Lewis Hamilton—seven-time world champion, living legend, the guy who had inspired you to chase this dream in the first place.

“Thanks, Lewis,” you managed, feeling like a rookie all over again. “Means a lot coming from you.”

He smiled, sensing your nerves. “If you ever need anything—advice, help, even just someone to vent to—you know where to find me. This sport can be brutal, but it’s also incredible if you surround yourself with the right people.”

Something in his tone told you he meant it. It wasn’t just a polite offer—it was an open door.

“I’d really appreciate that,” you admitted. “Guess I’ve got a lot to learn.”

“We all do,” Lewis chuckled. “Now, let’s see what you can do out there.”

As the day wound down, you finally ran into Oscar Piastri.

Unlike the loud personalities of some of the others, Oscar had a quiet confidence about him. He didn’t talk just to talk—but when he did, you listened.

“You settling in alright?” he asked, hands tucked into his McLaren overalls.

“Trying to,” you admitted. “It’s a lot.”

He nodded knowingly. “Yeah, my rookie year was the same. Feels like everyone’s watching, waiting to see if you’ll sink or swim.”

“Exactly,” you sighed. “No pressure, right?”

He chuckled, eyes glinting with something unreadable. “No pressure at all.”

For a second, there was just silence between you—charged, but comfortable. You could tell already: you and Oscar were going to get along just fine. Maybe even too well.

And just like that, your place on the grid was starting to feel a little more real.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

thinking once again about alex being more drawn to criticism than adoration

[valyrfia]

just because you’re jealous of alexandra because she’s hotter than you and dating an f1 driver doesn’t mean you have to try and make it into a “feminist issue”. how about you try working on your own insecurities?

sure alex is hotter than me and I’ll admit that because it doesn’t bother me. what I really take pride in is my brain and my work because if i were anyone in this situation i wouldn’t want to be alex, id want to be an engineer. i care much more about the fact im able to talk circles around anyone else in the room than whether i can fit into a dress marked petite and that’s thanks to feminism. my worth in any room i stand in is thanks to me and is not tied to a man. and thank god for that because im a lesbian besides and i would rather kill myself than date an f1 driver

[moonshynecybin]

@tartquez here with a mermaid Marc au question but only if you want to! ✨

After he does his deal with the devil to turn his tail into legs in exchange for his voice, are there any particular shenanigans you think (mute bambi-legged) Marc would get up to?

scream if we ARE doing the full little mermaid with mute marc, he would SO annoyed that he cant talk everyone around him's damn ear off omg... hm i like him talking/being irritating…. im gonna let him keep his voice. for this the witch fucks up his arm or smth.

so marc gets his legs (wildly traumatic experience), passes the fuck out on a piece of floating decrepit driftwood like that first scene in pirates of the caribbean, and gets rescued by vale's crew (cele sulking moodily in the crows nest like uh GUYS? when he spots marc. who is of course naked and gleaming in the sun like a piece of gold.) and the academy boys pull marc's body limp from the sea, and when marc wakes up it is to the loose shirt and rakishly raised brow of the famous captain valentino rossi... literally like THE guy who he got legs for (in all universes marc starts doing dangerous stuff bc he sees vale doing it when he was younger and falls head over ass in love w him lol)… and he has to think up a cover story QUICK

of course as we know, vale is the most curious man alive. so when this hot (weirdly familiar.....) mystery man is deposited on the deck of his ship two weeks away from any land with no clothes, no nearby ship wreckage to explain his presence, and seemingly no memory whatsoever, hes like okay. you can hang for a bit until i figure you out. at least until we get to land— but you also have to make yourself useful :) (in my head he’s so charming about this offensive even if he’s like. implicitly threatening marc a little lol) and marc gets bored easily so i think he folds himself into the crew p fast after that… there are scenes of immediate flirting (marc comma shameless and BOLD. hasn’t really figured out the clothes thing). there are scenes of marc not knowing how to use a fork because he is used to using his sharp teeth and nails to simply rend sushi to shreds. there are scenes where pecco and luca pull out their fiddle and flute for the crew at the end of a long day of raids and the marc stares at them like hes under a spell because they dont have that kind of music under the sea. there are scenes of marc being deathly afraid of the ocean because he cant swim now (thrown in as a prank and vale rescues him ? perhaps ?). there are scenes of marc being surprisingly, viciously good at sword fighting (makes vale even MORE suspicious... like okay he is definitely not a two bit merchant deckhand lol) and them shirtless and sweaty in the hot sun spending hours trying to get one over on each other. marc staring at fire like hes never seen it before. him and celestino pranking crewmembers. an ache in his chest when he thinks about alex. counting his toes because they’re WEIRD and learning how to PEE and learning how to JACK OFF. and most off all falling harder and faster than he thought possible and vice versa... truly nothing vale likes more than a surprising little puzzle who is obsessed w him, even while theres a voice niggling in the back of his head that the alien way marc cocks his head and stares rings more like a shark than an amnesiac sailor...

UNFORTUNATELYYYYY for vale and marc, part of the reason marc excels at sword fighting is because marc IS the prince of the mermen or whatever the fuck. and his spell has a two week time limit to find true love before his arm (getting weaker every day) is permanently FUCKED (really bad when you live in the ocean or simply lead the kind of life marc marquez does) and he has to slink back home to papa marquez and all the boring, safe trappings of being royalty (PAUSE: santi is sebastian. thank u). so alex shows up trying to bring him back, but marc doesnt want to go (starts 2 become guilty about foisting this on alex) and cant swim like this anyways (scar on his arm getting bigger comma. new legs), and then vale CATCHES THEMMMM talking late at night when everyone else is in bed and he remembers all the stories about sailors being dragged to their deaths (true. lol) and remembers the glittering flicker of marc's tail after he pulled him from the sea twenty years ago and all of his suspicions at marc’s ability at violence. and then its a huge fucking mess.

[icebluecyanide]

Finished my Scorpia reread and it's honestly so fascinating how this book really helps to humanise Blunt and Mrs Jones tbh. Like before this book we see them arguing a bit about Alex, with Mrs Jones being concerned, but here we actually learn about their personal lives. Mrs Jones's children being taken, everything Alex notices in her flat, her history of being on Albert Bridge etc. And for Blunt, Alex funnily enough actually learns next to nothing about his personal life, but we as readers do because we learn that he's married, that Sir Graham Adair is his friend and that they even play bridge together sometimes. And we learn that Blunt is genuinely doing his best to keep people safe from Scorpia.

Coupled with this is the fact that this book also seems to be the first time they really trust Alex. Like Blunt lies for him during the Cobra meeting and they are all on one page about sending Alex in again, Alex wants to go (because he wants revenge but also because he knows the stakes) and honestly that prep meeting feels like the first time Alex is treated as proper operatives like his dad or uncle might have been. He's given a homing device and told to use it if he can't find the dishes but feels he's in danger, that they'll pull him out. And with everyone knowing the seriousness of the situation there's never any question if he might want out early or they will wait like in Point Blanc. Blunt does tell the SAS teams to prioritise the dishes over Alex but honestly who can blame him for that. Overall, with MI6 contrasted against Scorpia on the one hand and Mark Kellner on the other, they come off so much better than in earlier books. Even if they literally admit to killing people lmao

[pikagatogirltits]

Been thinking about this art for a yet to be spoiled card from Tarkir: Dragonstorm. I absolutely adore it. I love that there's a card called Alesha's Legacy featuring what looks like a trans girl with a strong, masculine looking chin.

One thing that frustrates me sometimes about trans representation in illustrated/animated media (made predominantly by cis people) is that the characters almost all pass really well. Now, I can see why they might do this, there's a thin line between "here's a drawing of a trans person who doesn't pass well" and "this is a transphobic caricature" that I feel is especially difficult for cis artists to navigate. I can accept and appreciate that they're trying to be respectful, I just feel like they often play it too safe.

So honestly, I love stuff like this. I love trans girls with strong jaws, I think it's really hot and I'm thrilled to see it represented on a card. I kind of hope we can start seeing more trans representation in Magic outside the context of callbacks to Alesha and the numerous they/them characters (because WotC has learned slapping they/them pronouns on a character is an easy way to increase their representation numbers without needing to do much else and this isn't necessarily a bad thing, I like how it makes being nonbinary genuinely seem super normal in the setting but it is a noticable trend.) Yuma is a step in the right direction though, so keep up the good work WotC!

[priimroses]

guys plsplspls THEYRE SO FINE I CANT STOP EDITING THEM

also why does tumblr have that instagram quality.

[theoryofwhatnow]

i like to think that nigel does more than just follow alex.

i like to think that other students are also nauseated by what happened to him and they can almost claim to feel his presence in the school halls and in his bedroom. like there’s a soft whistle or cry near the tracks where he died or a heaviness to his name now that even someone like raj or other students who barely knew him can’t deny. his old desk feels cold and his books were destroyed because nobody would take them. the colbie house sits empty and won’t be bought because there’s just this feeling. this inexplicable grief that lingers for him, and maybe it’s his own sadness that has bled through the veil and seeps into the places he used to inhabit.

i like to think despite it all, the universe still recognizes nigel as a victim of what happened even if no one will come right out and say it.

[brainddeadd]

Meeting Danny

The air in the Cadillac F1 garage was electric. It was your first official day with the team, and it felt like the world was holding its breath. Everything around you was new—new people, new cars, and a new world you’d only dreamed of entering. But today, it was real.

You stood at the edge of the pit lane, staring at the sleek, black-and-gold Cadillac F1 car, your heart thudding in your chest. The mechanics worked swiftly, perfecting every little detail. The hum of conversations buzzed around you, but all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart and the blood rushing in your ears. You were about to get behind the wheel of this thing.

"Looks good, huh?" a voice drawled from behind you, breaking your focus.

You turned quickly to see him—a tall, grinning man with an unmistakable aura of confidence. He leaned against the pit wall with that familiar relaxed stance, arms crossed. Daniel Ricciardo.

Your stomach did a little flip. Of course, he was here. As your teammate. He was the face of the team, the one they’d paired you with. A veteran of the sport, but one who was known for his playful and chaotic energy. Honestly, you didn’t know if you should be excited or terrified to be in his presence.

"You must be the new driver," Ricciardo continued, raising an eyebrow as if he could sense your nervousness. "I’m Danny, but you can call me whatever you want… as long as it’s not ‘old man.’"

You laughed before you could stop yourself, your nerves settling just a little. "I think ‘old man’ might be pushing it."

"Well, I tried," he shrugged, his grin widening. "You’re looking at the man who's won a few races, so trust me—I'm basically a walking fountain of knowledge. But hey, no pressure, right?" He winked at you, clearly teasing.

You tilted your head, trying to read him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who was all business, but that didn’t necessarily mean he was a slacker. You needed to know what you were getting into.

"So… what’s the deal with this team?" you asked, trying to sound casual, though you were anything but.

Ricciardo pushed off the pit wall and gave a quick, exaggerated look at the car, then back at you. "This? Well, it’s a whole new chapter. Cadillac’s first time in Formula 1. Big deal, huh?" He raised his eyebrows, letting the gravity of it sink in. "But don't get too caught up in all the press conferences and fancy speeches. It's still just us, the car, and the track. We’ll figure it out together." His voice lowered, becoming a little more serious, but still laced with that playful charm.

He leaned in a little closer, as if sharing a secret. "Look, you’ll feel the pressure, I’m not gonna lie. But this team’s got something special. The moment you stop having fun, you might as well hang up your helmet. Formula 1’s a blast—if you don’t enjoy it, you’ll burn out. Trust me."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. You couldn’t afford to lose sight of why you were here: to race. To win. But also to enjoy the ride.

Ricciardo’s grin returned. "Alright, enough about the serious stuff. Let’s get you used to this place, yeah? I’ll show you the ropes."

He slapped you lightly on the back, propelling you toward the car with an energy that was impossible to ignore. The mechanics and engineers working nearby glanced over, but Ricciardo didn’t seem to care. He was in his element—at ease with the chaos.

You followed him, already feeling a bit more comfortable. This team was chaotic, sure, but it was the good kind of chaos. The kind that came with passion, talent, and a lot of fun.

"You ready for this?" he asked, his voice a little quieter now, his grin softening. "The rookie and the veteran, together at last. Let’s make some magic happen."

"Definitely ready," you said, more confident now than you’d been when you first stepped into the garage. The thought of racing alongside someone like Ricciardo, with his experience and his infectious enthusiasm, made the future seem a lot less intimidating.

Ricciardo offered you one last wink before turning to the car. "Well, then, let’s go break some lap times, huh?"

You could already tell this would be an interesting ride.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

question for you as a milex historian - most of the crazy clips we see are from their EYCTE tour. were they like this before??

i don’t know if i deserve the title of milex historian since i’ve only been on the fandom a few years, but the history grad in me loves it 😂

to answer your question, in short — no, they weren’t like this before eycte. i mean, don’t get me wrong, there were plenty of clues the direction things were headed…

but although there was *clearly* some sexual chemistry between them, ultimately everything pre eycte held a sense of much more wide-eyed awe and adoration than anything else.

and then eycte happened and yeah… the sexual chemistry just went off the fucking SCALE. i mean, they literally stuck tongues in each other’s mouthes, kissed, borderline humped, and every other manner of ungodly things onstage for the better part of a year. it was insane. like, insane. the kind of insane where i feel like i shouldn’t even be watching because it feels so incredibly fucking charged and intimate. and i think honestly it’s the same awe and adoration that was radiating off them whenever they were together pre-eycte that made everything that happened during hit that much harder. because that was all still there, at the very core of what they are. there’s just so *much* when they look at each other or touch each other in all these moments during eycte. god knows how they handled it; i can barely handle just watching it through a screen 😭

[kremblor]

I know there is a post floating about talking about the attack on Casey and how she seems to come back and it's never really handled. This is sort of common on SVU but the character BEHAVIOR after events like that is usually different.

Casey has already been, up to "Night" very willing to go to bat for her cases. Willing to do what she needs. But she still seems to follow the line, abide by law, not push things. She dances on the line very carefully (we even see that in night "your lucky I know a judge who enjoys to drink" for example), but she still tries to make sure all the cases are within the law and doesn't try to do anything to crazy. Sure, she'll show up at judges houses in the middle of the night.... but she hasn't gone the full Alex Novak style path where you see judges and fellow lawyers constantly trying to remind her of things nearly EVERY SINGLE EPISODE.

However, after that episode, just 3 episodes later, when cops are running wild and things are happening. When she finds the cause she just goes "ima charge the Army with" .... she goes full on "take on the government".

She had Arthur Branch slamming INTO her office out of concern.

Yeah .... I'm pretty sure that she's handling her trauma by going the Olivia "no one else will ever be hurt under my watch" Benson path mixed with the Alex "I know the law and can bend it to my will for victims" Novak path.

[icebluecyanide]

The annoying thing about continuity moving on and contradicting itself as it does in Alex Rider (book series) is that I'm sitting here feeling like a conspiracy theorist for being like 'I don't think the Cray job was in any way Scorpia related'.

Like, obviously Scorpia is the plot hook for the next book so maybe that's why it's not mentioned more in Eagle Strike itself, but in Scorpia there's still no mention of the Damian Cray thing being a Scorpia operation. Mrs Rothman says she 'heard about Yassen' and mentions Cray casually as one of the people Alex killed. There's every implication that this is the first they come into contact with Alex, barring the John Rider connection, and that Nile almost killed him simply for sneaking into the Widow's Palace and asking questions. Even at the end of Scorpia, Mrs Rothman wants him dead for what John did, not any of Alex's own previous interference. MI6 in the same book talk about how Scorpia hasn't been very active recently, and at no point link Yassen to Scorpia's recent actions.

In fact, it's not until Snakehead when the Sayle job gets retconned to have been linked to Scorpia with them supplying the virus. The implication in Stormbreaker itself seems to point towards the Chinese government in a 'we can't say this outright but' kind of way, although fair on Ahorz for trying to retcon that kind of xenophobic plot.

But basically, I don't think Yassen was actually working for Scorpia when he was helping Cray in the books, and I don't think there's anything to suggest he would need to worry about Scorpia when thinking about his retirement plans either. He certainly doesn't when we see his POV in the book itself, and he considers killing Cray multiple times and washing his hands off the job, with no indication that he would have to answer to someone else for his actions.

[portals-posts]

I rarely see any Alex Vause writing, so should i make some of my own?

(Im going to do it any way just wanted to let yall know😊)

[stonermujer]

for dr reasons, what does a day with quackity look like? you can make it simple or detailed whatever makes your time easier

I haven’t fully shifted BUT I’ve been on the verge and I have a handful of memories from what was happening when I did.

Most of the time it’s cuddling. He likes to touch my hair and face a lot. Usually it’s in bed but once it was on our couch.

Another memory I have is that we got dinner and sat outside by the beach. But I remember sitting across from him and he had the sweetest look on his face as he stared at me . (We might have been with friends it was very vague)

My assumption about what a day with him would be like is very easy going. Like staying home and working on home related things. It’s very rare I shift while we’re out doing something.