#author: susie bright

[that-butch-archivist]

"Untitled" by Katie Niles, 1990

source: Nothing But the Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image, edited by Susie Bright and Jill Posener

[sebscore]

gen z!reader is this sweet, bubbly, bright ray of sunshine who could honestly do no wrong, so I'd love to see a fic where in a driver's meeting gen z!reader loses their shit and calls out the FIA for their blatant sexism and misogyny in front of everyone and everyone is shocked cause they've never seen them gets this mad before.

NO ONE LIKES A MAD WOMAN

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader (+ cameos from brundle, susie and buxton) 

warnings: sexism. fia is fia'ing. swearing. my own unaccurate ruling of penalties (it's for the sake of the story, just go along with it). susie mothering. it wasn't sure to me who conducted the driver's briefing during this time so I just picked a random name from the many that I came across. 

author's note: less comedic one this time, hope you enjoy it anyway! 

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''Alright, thanks for clarifying, Checo.'' Derek concluded, glancing down at his journal to see what the next topic of discussion was. 

The director scratched his voice before addressing the drivers again. ''Uhm, we also wanted to remind everyone to be wary of what they say in the media regarding our organization,'' he stated, ''the FIA has the feeling that there have been deliberate attacks on them the last few weeks and they are willing to give out penalties if it happens again.'' 

The drivers looked at each other, confused by the sudden declaration that the FIA has been receiving ''attacks'' from the drivers. ''Can you give an example, because I think I speak for everyone when I say that I'm confused.'' George spoke up, the others nodding along to his question. 

Derek flipped through his papers, trying to find the notes his colleagues had given him regarding the ''offensive'' comments that had been made against them. 

''Oh, here,'' he put on his reading glasses, holding the piece of paper farther from his face, ''the comment they're referring to was one made by… Y/N at the previous race.'' 

The young woman's head sprung up at the mention of her name, clueless as to how she could have upset the FIA. ''What? W-what did I say?'' She managed to stutter out, all the eyes on her making her feel uneasy. 

''Uh, you were asked about the diversity in the sport and you said, and I quote: 'The FIA should do more regarding women in motorsport, there are still many things that need to be changed.' End quote.'' Derek answered her, putting his paper back in place. 

Y/N frowned at the man. ''I don't see what's wrong with that, to be honest.'' She told him, failing to see how the FIA would feel this was a ''deliberate attack''. 

The director sighed, already getting the suspicion the woman would not be happy with what he was about to say. ''Certain members of the board were offended by your words, because they saw it as you accusing them of being sexist.'' 

The silence in the room was deafening, every single person awaiting Y/N's reaction to Derek's clarification. The drivers took a glimpse at her, trying to read the indifferent expression on her face that didn't give much away about how she was feeling. 

''They think I'm accusing them of being sexist? What I meant was that they should take more actions in encouraging young girls to get into racing- I don't understand how that would correlate to me calling them sexist.'' Her usual cheerful tone was replaced by a monotone voice that almost scared some of her colleagues. 

Derek took a deep breath again. ''Well, they felt like you were insinuating it and they are offended by the alleged insinuation.'' 

''Just because they are offended doesn't mean they're right.'' She bit back, not missing a beat. 

''I'm simply delivering their message, Y/N,'' the director told her politely, wanting to remind her that he's not the person she should be upset with, ''anyway- if you go up there and apologize for your comment, they're considering leaving it as a warning for you and also the others.'' He finished the list of notes they had given him. 

The reaction from the room wasn't one he was expecting; absolute outrage. 

''She shouldn't apologize for that neither should she be penalized for it.'' Sebastian was the first one to speak up, directly looking Derek in the eye. 

The drivers agreed. ''Yeah, it's called freedom of speech.'' Max added, also not seeing why Y/N should go down there and say sorry to the members of the board. 

''Like I said earlier, I'm simply delivering their message.'' Derek repeated himself, feeling the tension and frustration growing in the small space. 

''But don't you see how ridiculous this is?'' Sebastian rebutted, hoping the man at the front could at least agree with them and say that it was indeed a weird request. 

Derek shook his head. ''I'm just the middle man, Seb,'' he sighed, turning his head towards the quiet female driver, ''Y/N, make it easier for yourself and go up there after the meeting, you don't want to receive a penalty for something like this.'' 

''I'm not apologizing.'' Her voice comes out strong, not in an aggressive way, but in a manner that lets everyone know she's not backing down. ''Give me as many penalties as you want, I'm not accepting them.'' She crossed her arms, indicating she was sticking to her words, almost stubbornly. 

The other drivers looked on proudly, glad she was standing by her belief and didn't give in simply because it would make everything ''easier''. Lewis gave her a nod, subtly letting her know he supported her and had her back. 

''Alright, then that will result in a fine of a number that is yet to be determined.'' Derek picked up his pen and wrote down that she would not come by their office, already knowing his colleagues wouldn't be happy with it. 

''Just so you know- I'm not paying that.'' Y/N said, matter-of-factly. 

Derek looked up from his journal. ''If you refuse to pay the fine, we can either add a grid-place penalty or a time penalty.'' He recited the rule as if he had done it a million times before. 

''Derek, this is stupid,'' Kimi decided to voice his opinion, ''the race shouldn't be affected, because of a comment she made that had nothing to do with racing in the first place.'' He defended her, allying behind her stance to not accept any of the penalties they give her. 

''I'm just doing my job, Kimi.'' 

''I also want to just do my job, Derek, which is racing, but these ridiculous rules to silence me prevent me from doing that.'' Y/N argued his response, just wanting him to see her point of view. 

The director's hand went over his face, seemingly wiping his agitation away. ''No one is trying to silence you, Y/N.'' He quickly answered. 

''That's why all the other drivers receive penalties whenever they question the FIA, right?'' Her comment must have shut him up as he solely put his pen down without saying another word about the matter. ''Yeah, that's what I thought.'' 

Y/N felt her presence wasn't longer necessary as she stood up from her chair, ready to leave the room and join her engineering team in preparation for the upcoming race. However, Derek felt different about that. ''The briefing isn't over yet, Y/L. Sit back down, please.'' 

''I'll see you at the next meeting, Derek.'' She ignored his plea and walked towards the door. 

The director stood up from his desk at the front. ''Y/N, if you leave before it's done, the board will-'' 

''The board can kiss my ass.'' 

''Y/N Y/L RECEIVES A 20-PLACE GRID PENALTY AHEAD OF THE 2021 SPANISH GRAND PRIX DUE TO DAMAGING REMARKS AGAINST THE FIA'' 

''FIA RE-EVALUATING Y/N Y/N's PENALTY AFTER BACKLASH'' 

''FIA SUSPENDS GRID PENALTY OF Y/N Y/L DUE TO AN ERROR'' 

The day after the driver's briefing had been quite eventful to say the least. As soon as the FIA announced that she had been given a penalty, the backlash from drivers, fans and reporters started. 

Lewis had condemned their decision claiming it was based on nothing and that nothing about her comment was an attack on the organization. His teammate, Valtteri, followed him in his opinion stating: ''Drivers should be able to say what they want to say, she doesn't deserve a penalty for that.'' 

Sky Sports F1 reporter, Martin Brundle, also came to the driver's defense. ''If we're going to punish drivers for stating their opinions, we might as well get rid of the entire sport, especially if what they're saying isn't far from the truth.'' 

After finishing P5 in the race, Y/N spoke to Will Buxton in her post-race interview. ''You must be very happy with your result today, considering you almost had to start from the very back of the grid.'' 

''I'm content with today's race, obviously would have loved a podium but Mercedes was better today,'' she chuckled, ''yeah, it wasn't fun waking up to that news, but I'm happy that it was reversed and the support I received was just- wow, I'm very grateful for everyone.'' 

''According to some sources, it got pretty heated in the driver's briefing on friday- would you like to clarify?'' Will asked her. 

A sarcastic laugh left her mouth. ''I would just like to forget about it, moving on is the best thing to do right now.'' She smoothly avoided the question, figuring she shouldn't make the FIA more mad by airing out all their business. 

''Alright, thank you so much for talking to us, Y/N and congratulations on your race today.'' He nodded, bidding her goodbye. 

On her way back to her team's hospitality, she was stopped by none other than Susie Wolff. ''Lewis told us what happened during the briefing- I'm very proud of you for standing up for yourself, not everyone could have done that.'' 

''It was so awful, Susie,'' Y/N hugged the older woman, ''it's like they just wanted to give me some sort of punishment- I don't even want to know what would have happened if I went down there by myself.'' Susie rubs her back at her words, also not wanting to think about what could have gone down. 

''It's okay now, honey,'' they pulled apart, Susie's hand staying on her shoulder, ''by the way- did you really say that the board could kiss your ass?'' 

Y/N laughed at her question, excitedly nodding her head. ''At first I wanted to say something like 'the board can stick that penalty right up their ass’ but I needed a cool getaway so I opted for something shorter.'' 

''Atta girl'' 

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Never have i ever - Horniglass

tw: abuse of alcohol, mention to drugs, smut and bad words.

all rights reserved, i do not authorize adaptations or translations. this is posted only on tumblr, so if you read this in another site, it's not me. please, send me a message and warn me if that happen. thank you, and good reading :)

They are sitting in a bar table. Eddie invited Susie to have "just a few drinks" (wich is clearly a lie). But Susie didn't care for that. Above anything, she wanted to be next to him, even if she couldn't admit. And let's face it, some alcohol would be good to eliminate all of this estress and tiredness out of her body and clean up her mind for a moment. Two mobsters losing mind for the drinks in a bar: what could be better? That's exactly what crossed Eddie's mind. He knew that she would never deny it. And that's what bring us to present, when this is actually in practice. It's 2 a.m, but it's not like they care for it. Susie says: "I'm starting to feel bored. We should play something". He looks at her, confused, but knowing where she wanna get. "Play something? Like, Never have i ever? I used to play these games when i was sixteen and drank like an animal at the school parties". She chuckles, filling up their cups with two shots of whisky. As they look at each other in the eyes, Eddie just decide to start the game.

— Never have i ever... was a mobster

— That's not fair, you're cheating!

— I'm not, you have to drink. That's how this game works, isn't it?

She looks at him with that one angry face, while take the shot of the whisky and fill up her cup again.

— Never have i ever inherited a whole family's property and title because my brother is too stupid for that

— Fine.. you got me. - He takes the shot.

— I know i did. - She winks. For a moment, they exchange looks again.

After like, twenty minutes playing this, they can't think straight anymore. In any perspective.

— Never have i ever wanted my business partner so hard that i can't even look at her face anymore without feeling weak. - He says, giggling.

— I do, a lot. - She giggles with him, while takes the shot.

— Oh, really? - He asks, getting a little more closer to her on the table.

— Really. Want me to prove it? - She whispers, trying hard to keep composure and not looking away.

— Go ahead. Show me your cards.

In a second, they both lean in at the same time. The table shaking while they move, Susie quickly getting up and pushing him. Eddie places her against a wall, kissing her desperated like it's the last kiss of their lives. They don't care for who's looking, nothing matters when they're together, and that's the magical thing. Susie couldn't even walk a straight line, but that's not a problem. When she notices, she is already in his arms, being carried to the outside, in the car. He gets into the car with her and close the door, Susie's hand not leaving Eddie's arm at any moment. She felt safe, in peace. All of their clothes were on the floor in seconds, fingers running to her body while all she could do was moan his name.

— Do you think you can handle that? - He asked, in a caring tone.

— Yes.. just go on, i fucking need it...

— I just don't wanna do nothing you'll regret later.

— I couldn't regret of this not even if i tried.

— That's what i like to hear.

In a moment, she felt in heaven. Eddie had lost all his control to the woman next to him. Susie just could've pull his hair and scratch his back, while listened their moans echoing through the car. And particularly, that was music to their ears. It didn't take too long for them to get there. Susie kissed his cheek, leaving a mark of her red lipstick there. Eddie received it with a bright smile. They were a total mess, and that felt awesome as fuck. Words wasn't needed, the silence and the sound of their panting breaths was enough to understand it was forever.

[bookaddict24-7]

AUTHOR FEATURE:

﹒Safia Elhillo﹒

Five Books Written By this Author:

Home is Not A Country

Girls That Never Die: Poems

The January Children

The Life and Times of Susie Knuckles

Bright Red Fruit

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Happy reading@

[existingkirb]

ExistingKirb’s DELTARUNE: Chapter 3 Take

“Smile! You’re on Camera!”

I decided to do a revamp the Chapter 3 take I did awhile back and turn it into a fully-fledged project of mine! Check out the Twitter thread as well! I plan on posting characters in batches on Tumblr, but you can see them posted as soon as they’re finished on Twitter.

READ BELOW FOR CHARACTER INFO

TENNA

It’s Tenna! THE Tenna! The Dark World’s ruler, but she doesn’t seem to care about asserting her authority, she’s just here to goof off and embrace the vast empire of entertainment she’s built. She frequently shows up throughout the chapter to host a show involving the Fun Gang for entertainment purposes. She doesn’t antagonize them, and is fine with them sealing the fountain as long as they stick around a bit to provide some quality entertainment! She’s TECHNICALLY an antagonist, but not a bad guy by any means.

MIKE

Tenna’s right-hand man and second-in-command of the Cathode Crew! Tenna’s not good with all that business-y junk, so she lets Mike take care of all that stuff while she goes about without a care in the world, this also includes running the late-chapter shop. He used to trade business tips to a certain salesman before going to work for Tenna. also im like 75% sure he qualifies as a sexyman

DIROOKTOR

And…action! Like his name implies, he directs most of the shows in the Dark World and is Tenna’s, as she puts it, “left-hand man, right-hand brother”. He’s short-tempered and has a no-nonsense personality, which is the exact opposite of his sister’s. He seems to know a little something about dark fountains and doesn’t seem keen on letting the Fun Gang mosey on over and seal it like his sister is. He’s hatching a plan behind the scenes, so stay tuned.

VIOLET

Who’s this kid again? Oh yeah! In her younger years, she was a relatively well-known street mime, often regarded as a child prodigy for how good her acts were. She was a sweet kid with a bright future. After a while, she started noticing a strange someone who always appeared in the crowd when watching her perform, which must’ve did something to her, because now she’s missing from the spotlight and isolates herself in an abandoned film studio. Violet and Kris both have a few strong connections with each other, mainly the fact they’re both angsty teens who feel they have no control over their lives. Violet enjoys Kris’ company (And Kris seems to enjoy her, at least more than Spamton), but things take a turn for the worse when Susie and Ralsei show up…Violet doesn’t seem to eager to let her new friend go so soon.

r. money

he’s the silly joke npc of the chapter like starwalker and nubert. he’s this guy who shows up sometimes and brags about how much money he has. he does nothing other than that and is a completely worthless character. everyone loves nubert, so this guy’s the polar opposite. no one likes r. money. no one. he’s based off that valentines spamton drawing recently toby did, because i thought it’d be funny if there actually was a character who was literally named “r money”.

These are all the characters I have finalized as of now, this’ll be updated as I make more, usually posted in batches.

Once again, check out the Twitter thread where it’ll be much easier to keep up with updates to this take.

[miracleintheandes]

The Survivors (Part 2)

check out part 1 here!

Born on December 9th 1949, Nando’s first days in the mountains were arguably more traumatic than everyone else’s. He was in a coma for three days and the others put him to sleep near the entrance of the fuselage on the first night.

Because it was the coldest spot available, the injured with a lesser chance of survival were left there. Next to him were his sister Susy and his best friend Francisco “Panchito” Abal. 

Ironically, sleeping in the cold saved Nando’s life. His head was half-buried in snow, which prevented it from swelling and hemorrhaging. He was eventually moved to a warmer spot when Diego Storm noticed his condition wasn’t that bad.

Nando woke up only to find out that his mother Eugenia had died instantly in the crash, while Panchito perished within the first 24 hours. Susy, on the other hand, was in critical condition. As soon as he woke up, Nando dedicated himself entirely to taking care of his sister, until she sadly passed away in his arms eight days after the crash, on October 21st 1972.

From then on, Nando was relentless in his determination to get himself out of the mountains. When the authorities failed to locate the wreckage in the first few days, he knew they were doomed. The others had to persuade him to wait for a rescue they were sure to come or at least for the weather conditions to improve.

With Roberto Canessa, Nando would eventually walk for 10 days and 61 kilometers (38 miles) in search of help. He never quarreled with anyone and was beloved by the other survivors for his selflessness and resilience.

Born on May 13th 1953, Gustavo was a Stella Maris alumnus and played rugby for the Old Christians. He was a first-year medical student and tended to the injured with Roberto Canessa, as well as aiding the cousins in the process of cutting the meat off the bodies.

In an early expedition with Numa Turcati and Daniel Maspons, Gustavo located some of the bodies that were sucked out of the plane when it lost its tail and wings. During said expedition, the trio had to sleep out in the open and miraculously did not freeze overnight. Upon descent, so bright was the sunlight reflected by the snow that Gustavo was left blind for a few days.

He also collected and kept the belongings of the deceased, intending to return the items to their families. When the group was rescued, he identified the human remains to the authorities and was the very last to board the helicopters.

Born on December 11th 1935, Javier was the oldest survivor. He and his wife Liliana had been invited on the trip by his cousin Francisco “Panchito” Abal, an Old Christians player and Nando Parrado’s best friend.

He suffered from severe altitude sickness, which prevented him from helping around the fuselage.

Javier and Liliana had four children and intended to celebrate their wedding anniversary in Chile. Though she survived the crash, Liliana unfortunately did not make it out of the Andes (more details to come). Javier remarried and had four more children.

He died of cancer on June 4th 2015.

Born on April 24th 1948, “Coche” Inciarte had no ties to the rugby team or the Stella Maris school, but he was invited on the trip by his best friend Gaston Costemalle, who played for the Old Christians.

He had an extremely hard time ingesting human flesh and his weight dropped from 92 kilos to 45 kilos. In the last few days of the ordeal, Coche decided that if rescue didn’t come until December 24th, he’d let himself die (he was rescued on December 23rd). He married his girlfriend Soledad eight months after that and had three kids (two daughters and a son).

A talented artist and painter, Coche unfortunately passed away on July 23rd 2023 at 75 years-old, after battling cancer for many years.

Born on August 31st 1951, Pedro traveled with his close friends Felipe Maquiarrán and Arturo Nogueira, the latter of which played for the Old Christians. Felipe died in the crash, while Arturo passed away mid-November.

Pedro had no physical injuries, but he suffered from amnesia. He could not recall the days prior to the accident, nor that he had a girlfriend waiting for him in Chile.

Unlike most of the other boys, Pedro was an introvert and a socialist. Nevertheless, he played a decisive role when the group decided to eat the bodies of the deceased. He compared it to the Holy Communion, which did wonders to convince some who were reluctant (the survivors were mostly Catholic).

Having lived in Chile, Pedro pointed out that summer in the country usually started around November 15th (the plane actually crashed in Argentina, but the boys were unaware of that). Therefore, the group decided the expeditionaries should leave on that day in search of rescue.

Born on February 17th 1951, “Moncho” was close friends with fellow survivors Bobby François and Carlitos Páez. When he boarded the plane, he realized another close friend of his was on the trip, Rafael Echavarren (who unfortunately did not survive).

Alongside Roy Harley, Javier Methol and Coche Inciarte, Moncho was one of the weakest survivors upon rescue.

Born on January 17th 1953, Roberto was a Stella Maris alumnus and one of the best players of the Old Christians. He was also a second-year medical student.

Roberto was extremely smart and took care of the injured as best as he could. He improvised hammocks for those with broken legs so they could sleep more comfortably and avoid being stepped on in the cluttered fuselage. It was also his idea to use the seat covers as blankets, which somewhat reduced the risk of hypothermia.

Stubborn and fiercely determined, his teammates called him “Muscles”, not necessarily for his physical strength. Roberto constantly quarreled with his fellow survivors, but he was respected by everyone for his capacity to solve problems.

When it came to feeding off human flesh, he was a strong proponent from the start, using his knowledge of medicine to persuade others.

In spite of his flaws, Roberto showed great bravery and strength by joining Nando Parrado in the final expedition. They walked for 10 days and 61 kilometers (38 miles) before running into a muleteer named Sergio Catalan.

Born on May 26th 1952, Roy was a Stella Maris alumnus and played for the Old Christians. He was close friends with survivors Carlitos Páez and Bobby François, as well as Diego Storm and Gustavo Nicolich (deceased).

As an engineering student, Roy had some rough knowledge of electronic equipment. In spite of his fragile mental state, he was pressured by his companions to fix the plane’s radio once the batteries were found in the tail. He did not succeed, nor was he expected to, as the radio was broken beyond repair.

He is Roberto Canessa’s brother-in-law, as their wives are sisters (Laura and Cecilia, respectively).

[rotm-channel]

Burgeess Obeserver :1ST ISSUE!!!!JAN 16 1954!

Local news

MYSTERY FROM THE SKIES!!!

Last night January 16th hail fell upon our town,However this was no ordinary hailstorm as the hail was perfectly round with a dot in the middle.The experts are confused and so is the town.Some believe that this was caused by a freak of nature there are even beliefs that it may have been caused by a supernatural phenomenon namely aliens.Though research is inconclusive, some say it might have been a publicity stunt by the Cheerio Company but no one has come forth it is also important to note that such a stunt would be very difficult to conduct.

More on pages 2-4

MISSING LINK DISCOVERED?!

Scientist have just discovered the legendary Missing Link a fish/ape hybrid it was thawed out of ice and it seems to have been perfectly preserved by the ice,however it was discovered that it was only 2 million years old which means that it's not our link but it is to something much different. As noted it looked like nothing ever seen and its existence has lead experts to question what really is this oddity of nature?

More on pages 5-6

Metro City loves Pat Boone.

as he tops the charts.Records and Hearts broken.

More on page 7

OPERATION CASTLE SUCCESS!!!

Yes the newest nuclear bomb Castle Bravo is recorded as the most powerful explosion ever conducted. It was so bright that the fireball turned the night into day.With a power of yield 15 megatons of TnT. It unbelievable power was created here last night.One that was far more powerful than anything ever created!

Pages 6-7

Lucky Dragon 5 incident!

+Scientists conduct research on the effect of fallout on a grub.

Page 8

Last night a radar picked up an unidentified flying object in the sky not far from Burgess!Could it be responsible for the Cheerio hail?

Page 9

Sports results

-NHL playoffs

Page 10

Ads

Page 11

Comics

Page 12

Playing toninght in our local Movie Theater:

War of the Worlds starring Gene Barry and Ann Robinson Sci-Fi

Our rating 10/10

Riot in Cell Block 11 Neville Brand Emilie Mayer Drama/Noir

Our rating 8/10

Peter Pan starring Bobby Driscoll Bill Thompson Margaret Kerry Animated family.

Our rating 10/10

Also:Compilation shorts:

Pluto's Heart Throb,Lion Around,Cold War,Casey Bats Again,Susie the Blue Coupe and Cold Storage

Theater Plays:

Waiting for Godot

at 7.PM

TV:

Howdy Doody 6-8 PM

I Love Lucy 8-9 PM

Our miss Brooks 9-10 PM

Weather:

Better take your umbrellas out ,it will be cloudy with a chance of cereal shaped hail coming from the skies above.

Also seeing as there are tons of cereal hale covering the roads it is a snow day today.

Editors Note:According to Peter Ramsey, on January 16, 1954, Jack Frost caused Cheerio-shaped hail to rain down on Burgess.

Based on a true story and events.

And around the same time back then Castle Bravo went off.

I am proud to present the first issue of the Burgess Observer newspaper.

Enjoy!

(Also this was originally on my dead account: https://www.tumblr.com/theburgessobserver well its here now!)

I have done it to chronicle the town(and to a degree the world) and have it on a semi-real life backdrop(ei some real life events) to detail more about it(an expansion if you may).To make it feel more real and lived in(after all it feels like a place you could just go to with working theaters/cinemas/communities).And also integrate some things into this wonderful world.

And also see how they would explain such supernatural occurrences/beings….

Please tell me your honest opinion and the pros and cons(what should i change or improve upon and how)

Also remeber that a comment will make the author much happier,and make the world a slightly better place. And Commenting,Following and favoriting me and my works will inspire me to do more!And i will always listen to your questions and suggestion

[theburgessobserver]

ROTG NEWSPAPER!!1ST ISSUE!!!!JAN 16 1954!

Local news

MYSTERY FROM THE SKIES!!!

Last night January 16th hail fell upon our town,However this was no ordinary hailstorm as the hail was perfectly round with a dot in the middle.The experts are confused and so is the town.Some believe that this was caused by a freak of nature there are even beliefs that it may have been caused by a supernatural phenomenon namely aliens.Though research is inconclusive, some say it might have been a publicity stunt by the Cheerio Company but no one has come forth it is also important to note that such a stunt would be very difficult to conduct.

More on pages 2-4

MISSING LINK DISCOVERED?!

Scientist have just discovered the legendary Missing Link a fish/ape hybrid it was thawed out of ice and it seems to have been perfectly preserved by the ice,however it was discovered that it was only 2 million years old which means that it's not our link but it is to something much different. As noted it looked like nothing ever seen and its existence has lead experts to question what really is this oddity of nature?

More on pages 5-6

Metro City loves Pat Boone.

as he tops the charts.Records and Hearts broken.

More on page 7

OPERATION CASTLE SUCCESS!!!

Yes the newest nuclear bomb Castle Bravo is recorded as the most powerful explosion ever conducted. It was so bright that the fireball turned the night into day.With a power of yield 15 megatons of TnT. It unbelievable power was created here last night.One that was far more powerful than anything ever created!

Pages 6-7

Lucky Dragon 5 incident!

+Scientists conduct research on the effect of fallout on a grub.

Page 8

Last night a radar picked up an unidentified flying object in the sky not far from Burgess!Could it be responsible for the Cheerio hail?

Page 9

Sports results

-NHL playoffs

Page 10

Ads

Page 11

Comics

Page 12

Playing toninght in our local Movie Theater:

War of the Worlds starring Gene Barry and Ann Robinson Sci-Fi

Our rating 10/10

Riot in Cell Block 11 Neville Brand Emilie Mayer Drama/Noir

Our rating 8/10

Peter Pan starring Bobby Driscoll Bill Thompson Margaret Kerry Animated family.

Our rating 10/10

Also:Compilation shorts:

Pluto's Heart Throb,Lion Around,Cold War,Casey Bats Again,Susie the Blue Coupe and Cold Storage

Theater Plays:

Waiting for Godot

at 7.PM

TV:

Howdy Doody 6-8 PM

I Love Lucy 8-9 PM

Our miss Brooks 9-10 PM

Weather:

Better take your umbrellas out ,it will be cloudy with a chance of cereal shaped hail coming from the skies above.

Also seeing as there are tons of cereal hale covering the roads it is a snow day today.

Editors Note:According to Peter Ramsey, on January 16, 1954, Jack Frost caused Cheerio-shaped hail to rain down on Burgess.

Based on a true story and events.

And around the same time back then Castle Bravo went off.

I am proud to present the first issue of the Burgess Observer newspaper.

Enjoy!

I have done it to chronicle the town(and to a degree the world) and have it on a semi-real life backdrop(ei some real life events) to detail more about it(an expansion if you may).To make it feel more real and lived in(after all it feels like a place you could just go to with working theaters/cinemas/communities).And also integrate some things into this wonderful world.

And also see how they would explain such supernatural occurrences/beings….

Please tell me your honest opinion and the pros and cons(what should i change or improve upon and how)

Also remeber that a comment will make the author much happier,and make the world a slightly better place. And Commenting,Following and favoriting me and my works will inspire me to do more!And i will always listen to your questions and suggestion

MARCH 27TH!!!ALERT!!!THE GUARDIANS COME TOGETHER TO FIGHT THERE BIGGEST THREAT!!!(MORE DANGEROUS AND POWERFULL THAN PITCH!!!!)

AND THEY WONT BE ALONE!!!!

ON MARCH 27TH!!!!(PROLOGUE 26TH)

EARTHS GREATEST SECRETS WILL BE REVEALED!

[somethinginworl]

Do you have any Full Thoughts for Zan like you do with Susie? I feel a bit basic for zan being my fav of the Mage sisters but i love a good lightning aes...

HELLO ANON THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME RAMBLE ABOUT ZAN FOR A LIL HEHEHHEEH.

Anyways! From a canon standpoint I do find her character very interesting- Would it be a bit weird to say that I do find her a bit of a foil to Bandana Dee?

They both idolize their leader to a fault and won't leave him behind even in the direst situation, even if said leader has quite dubious motives. But while DDD went from bad to good with all the redemption stuff, Hyness went from kind to evil, and yet... Zan stays with him.

Now, if we're going in more of a headcanon/analysis thing, it seems to me she does refuse to see how bad Hyness has gotten, either because of genuine ignorance or looks the other way, perhaps hoping that the old man will come to his senses too, OR idolizes him to the point that she sees no wrong within him.

Zan doesn't really strike me as someone who has many close relationships, considering her backstory of "losing it all", maybe Hyness was the only ray of hope she had seen in years and that's why she will fight for his cause until the end, maybe he IS her only close companion, or at least one that reciprocated the feelings, cuz Flam and Fran don't seem to mention her that much despite her having cute nicknames for them... Perhaps it's because of limited dialogue, but eh lemme do my silly little HCs.

The person she loved the most has succumbed to the darkness within his heart and the other two don't really seem to care about her as much as she does, what does she have left? A sense of authority? A purpose that she must fulfill?

Okay now let's get to the part of my gikabi AU, if you don't mind, but I do think that at first, the Mage Sisters got along great with each other, but as Hyness grew more insane and his treatment towards the sisters got worse, Zan got... Way more unstable, she wants to cling to this vision of Hyness as a kind and loving leader and starts asking herself "Am I doing this wrong? Did I act out of line? Am I being incompetent?" (Just to put some context, Zan used to be a war general until she fucked up and her whole army got killed... So you can guess she has a big guilt complex)

Fran and Flam saw how they were changing and started being more distant. Sure, they want them both to go back to normal and that's why they stick with them, but they don't quite agree with this new vision of a "bright future" that Hyness has and Zan is way more clingy than before, so it's best they just watch from the sidelines and try to see wtf to do about this situation.

But yeah! I do have much more thoughts on her but since this is quite long already, I'll just say that I love her so much and her lore and everything- Chef's kiss!!

[lakelandg]

Book Review - Anna Bright Is Hiding Something

Title: Anna Bright Is Hiding Something Author: Susie Orman Schnall Rating: 4 Stars Jessica’s Review: This book was absolutely gripping. It kept me hooked until the very end. Anna Bright could take home gold in the delusion Olympics. If this book were a movie, I would have been screaming “huh??” at the screen constantly at Anna. I was a little disappointed by the ending because I wanted a bit…

[lzteach]

Lindas Book Obsession Reviews “Anna Bright Is Hiding Something” by Susie Orman Schnall, SparkPress June 2024

OMG! Wow! Susie Orman Schnall, the Author of “Anna Bright is Hiding Something” has written an intense, captivating, and engrossing satirical novel. This is an amazing cat and mouse chase in a dog- eat- dog world. I couldn’t put this well-written novel down and read this in one sitting. The author takes us on a literary journey through corporate business and women that strive to be successful in…

[that-butch-archivist]

"Bear and Aphra 2" by Jessica Tanzer, 1989.

source: Nothing But the Girl: The Blatant Lesbian Image, edited by Susie Bright & Jill Posener

[snellblogs]

Okehampton Station Re-opened

Blog by Susie Bedford

(Pen name, writing poetry and novels is Lynne Pearl)

Website https:lynnepearl.com

April 23

 There always was this old piece of track left behind after the 60’s cuts.  Somehow this little piece of track between Crediton and Okehampton was still there. The line to Barnstaple stayed in full service, but the piece going to Okehampton was only open on Sundays in the season for tourists and now it’s back, for all of us to use.  Is it a sign of the times, that we need more public transport than ever, not less if we are to reduce our reliance on the motor car which will be eclipsed eventually.  There is still a line between Plymouth and Gunnislake and it’s only a short piece of track necessary to join the Meldon quarry to Gunnislake and that would re -open an inland route across Devon that doesn’t involve Dawlish, the sea and storms in winter.  It’s so close. There is a viaduct outside Tavistock that has become a cycle route but it would be grand to link up the communities by rail.

  There is also a route between Starcross via Cofton but there is the matter of a hill in the way.  This is the case with Devon, it’s amazing we got a railway when you consider hills that are everywhere and, the mass of Dartmoor, our centre and beating heart.

   But we have a line opened full time for all from Exeter all the way through to Okehampton.  It has a real station again, not a picture postcard but an active service line that takes people from the heart of Dartmoor and the beaches of North Cornwall back to the beating heart of civilisation via a train.  It can take them home to jobs and all that entails in the South and South East of England.  It’s doable now and the community must be glad.

 The new-old line goes through Crediton where the track is single line and the signal box ensures the line is safe for trains to proceed.  There is a level crossing gate and beside the track there are horses in the field with may bushes in flower at this time of year.  

 The staff on this line are friendly. It’s almost as if they are chosen for their people skills, they are kind and patient, with time to make sure the journey is pleasant.  This is wonderful, a truly social railway.  This line seems to have more bridges than I have ever seen, magnificent stone bridges to carry lanes over the line that runs between farms.  

 At this time of year there are fields of rapeseed in flower, a yellow so bright it looks painted on.  Evidently the bees get drunk on the rapeseed it makes them dizzy there is an abundance. We pass blue tractors, a collection of them, and we are so close to the cowsheds you can see the cows waiting.  

 There’s a viaduct at Holsworthy that is now a bike track.  This train reconnects Bude with the world. Imagine there used to be a train all the way to Bude, my parents took it on their honeymoon many years ago.  A way of life nearly, not quite forgotten,  Bude is the town that is the farthest away from a mainline station until the railway opened again in Okehampton.

 We hope this is the way forward for us all to connect and keep our communities alive.

 PS I wrote a poem in the carriage en route… 

THE NEW OLD LINE

Deep green,

Rolling wet hills

As we approach small town Crediton.

There’s nineteen thirties platform here...

(and so one...)

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https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7796332.Lynne_Pearl

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Thiel-One-Foot-Front-Other-ebook/dp/B00GLNTCR2

[arumaru]

Why does fandom sometimes ship Kris with Berdly?

I saw this being asked on Reddit, and was curious to see what tumblr thought. From an outsider’s perspective, three things come to mind. In combination, I think it sort of explains why the ship exists in the first place:

Like a few people have mentioned, Kris and Berdly both like videogames, and dialogue from the game suggests that they've played videogames together in the past. It's possible that prior to the events of Deltarune, they were friends (or at least friendly acquaintances).

So far, the main four Lightner characters are Kris, Susie, Noelle, and Berdly. A lot of people ship Susie with Noelle (in accordance with what current canon suggests will be true), which leaves Kris and Berdly as the only other two "main" Lightner characters without a match. "Pairing the Spares" is a popular fandom trope, so I wasn't surprised to see people pairing Kris with Berdly. 

There's a few random canon details that by complete accident, are thematically convenient for a lot of ship artists and fanfic authors. Kris's soul (or heart) is trapped inside a birdcage at the end of Chapter 1. In the Dark World, Kris's skin becomes a bright shade of blue. Additionally, both Kris and Berdly take on a similar knightly, silver armour look (that is particularly interesting considering that Kris and Berdly are the only two Lightner characters who have "attempted" to open a Dark World). In Berdly's case, it's played off as a joke before Ralsei intervenes, but the knightly aesthetic is still shared between the two. Lastly, fandom speculation over Kris's endgame story arc centers around Kris escaping the Player's control. In canon, Berdly's arc contains a similar theme, with him falling under Queen's control and ripping out his plug (what does that remind us of?) after he decides that he no longer wants to cause any more harm to his friends.

Overall, I really enjoy some of the fanart and fics out there, even if I don’t ship it myself. I think it’s funny, and most people are probably riding on it for the humour as well. However, after looking into some of the other stuff out there, I think that the reason people pair the two characters together (just in general) is because it FEELS like there's a story to be told there. 

At least those are my two cents on it.

[detroit-grand-prix]

Wildest Dreams Chapter 2 - It’s Nice To Have A Friend

Chapter summary:  Phoebe ages out of karting and gets ready to compete in Formula Renault after having joined the Red Bull Racing driver academy. She turned Mercedes down, but she still managed to gain a mentor in Susie Wolff, another female driver who is currently one of Williams' test and development drivers. Even so, now that she's moved up to actual single-seater racing, a lot changes. More pressure, more expectations, more time away from home and school. Somehow, though, it’s fun.

Chapter word count:  3,435

Author’s note: I’ll put notes/references about each chapter here, because a lot of these took some research.

Anyway, the Schlossplatz is a big historical public square in Stuttgart, with a big palace that was rebuilt. There’s a Christmas market there every year. 

Phoebe competed in both the Formula Renault 2.0 Northern European Cup and the Eurocup series in the 2013 and 2014 seasons. The results/schedules for the actual races can be found here: 1 2 3 4

Previous Chapter

Stuttgart Mitte, Stuttgart, Baden-Württemberg, Germany March 14th, 2013

The next month passed quickly. Arrangements were made with Susie Wolff to meet her and her mother for lunch. Bee took the day off of school for it, and her mother took a few hours off of work. Susie suggested a restaurant in Stuttgart’s city center, near the Schlossplatz, that she said had good food.

Bee and her mother took the bus from their house in the Degerloch neighborhood to the Schlossplatz and walked to the restaurant from there - Josephine said it was easier than trying to find parking near the city center, even in the middle of the week, even though the bus ride would have taken twice as long as driving did. Either way, Bee was excited about going to the Schlossplatz - it was her favorite part of the city, with its wide open square and the gorgeous Neues Schloss. During the winter, she loved coming to the outdoor skating rink they set up here, and going to the Weihnachten during Christmas.

They found the restaurant, which was a German restaurant that served mostly tourists, which struck Bee as odd for some reason - it wasn’t as if Susie was a tourist, per se.

When Toto mentioned his wife being a professional racing driver, something clicked in Bee’s brain. She remembered going to DTM races when she was younger when there was a woman on the DTM grid named Susie Stoddart. The image of her was burned in Bee’s mind - a blonde woman that drove a car with a pink livery. It was hard not to notice one of the only female drivers driving a bright pink car, but she never stood out in Bee’s mind beyond that, as her results were never exceptional, at least when Bee still kept up with DTM. 

She and her mother stepped inside the restaurant (“Carl’s Brauhaus”) and Bee recognized Susie immediately. She still looked the same, more or less, as she did the last time Bee had seen her at the Hockenheim DTM race two years ago. Susie looked up from a menu and waved at them Bee and her mother stepped up to the host stand. She stood up and offered a handshake to Bee and her mother as they approached the table.

“Hello! I’m Susie Wolff, it’s nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Josephine, and this is my daughter, Phoebe.” Josephine put her hands on Bee’s shoulders, encouraging her to step forward, like she was shy. Bee thought it unnecessary - she wasn’t afraid of this woman, or anything.

Bee offered her hand, “You can call me Bee, though. Most people do.”

“So, Bee - ” Susie said as the three of them sat down. “From what I hear, you’re a pretty good racing driver, at least in karting. Toto has told me a lot about you. He said he really enjoyed meeting you.”

Bee blushed a little. “Thank you… I liked meeting him, too. I feel bad I ended up going with Red Bull, I hope he wasn’t upset.”

“He wasn’t, he understood your reasoning, but I think Niki - Niki Lauda, he’s managing the team with Toto - was a little confused. I told him that it’s different to be a woman in this sport, and people would find any reason to scrutinize you being in it. If you didn’t want to join Mercedes because your father works for the company, because Red Bull is better-established, and you had another option, that’s perfectly reasonable to me. Anyway -”

Susie picked up her menu. “I hope you don’t mind that I picked this place. I wouldn’t normally get something like all of this heavy Swabian food, but I haven’t been to Germany in a while, and I quite like the food in Stuttgart. Order whatever you’d like, this is on me.”

“Oh, that’s very kind of you, thank you.” Josephine said. She and Bee both perused the menu and a waiter came over to take their order.

Susie put in her order while Josephine told Bee what she wanted, to relay to the waiter in German. Susie looked at Bee with a puzzled expression.

“Sorry,” Josephine explained, noticing the way Susie was looking at her. “My German isn’t that great. I can get by, and I can read it better than I can speak it. Even after living here for ten years, I can’t seem to get a hang of it. Bee learned it in school when she was a kid, my husband - John - uses it at work every day, but I work for an American company that has an office here in Stuttgart, so everyone just speaks English. Sometimes Bee has to translate.”

Susie nodded. “It’s hard. When I started racing in DTM, I didn’t know any of it, but they told me I pretty much had to learn it if I wanted to stick around. Luckily, I was living in Switzerland then, so I picked it up quickly, but it’s all I was using every day.”

All three of the women chatted a bit about everything - how the Stallards came to live in Germany, Bee’s karting career, and school.

“So, let me get this straight - you live here in Germany, but you go to an American high school?” Susie said.

“Yes,” Bee said. “I went to a German primary school and then on to a Gymnasium, but I never really fit in that well, so I changed to the school on the army base last year.”

“Plus,” Josephine said, “For some reason, schools here in Baden-Württemberg have classes on some Saturdays, and that just didn’t work with Bee’s racing schedule. There’s so many weekends where we’re out of town for karting races that it just wouldn’t have worked if she’d gone to a German school.”

“And if I end up going to college, I’d like to go back to the US for it. So I don’t really need the Abitur, the diploma you get from going to a Gymnasium, but I’m still not sure if that’s what I want to do. If I can’t make it in racing, I will. But I’d like to be in racing for as long as I possibly can.” Bee said.

Susie looked at her thoughtfully.

“That brings up a good point - do you have any specific goal you’d like to achieve? How far do you want to go?”

“Well… I’d like to make it to F1 someday. I know it’s going to be hard. But… that’s my goal. If I can’t make it that far, I’ll figure things out. But… I just know that I want to race. It’s all I’ve wanted to do since I met Sebastian Vettel.”

“She went to the German Grand Prix in 2011,” Josephine interjected. “Her dad managed to get pit lane passes through work, so she met her favorite driver. Since then, all she’s wanted to do is become a racing driver.”

Susie smiled at her. “I felt the same way when I watched Jensen Button during a Formula 3 race my parents took me too. Racing was all I wanted to do after that. I think you can do it. It’s going to be difficult. It has been for me, but I think things are maybe starting to change."

Bee absolutely loved meeting Susie. They had a lot in common. Susie gave Bee her contact information and told her to call her any time she needed advice. They talked about her upcoming step up to Formula Renault. Bee had been fortunate enough to have landed a seat on a team and the sponsorship from Red Bull to compete in two series - Formula Renault 2.0 Northern European Cup series and the 2.0 Eurocup series.

She was surprised that it didn’t seem difficult to find a team willing to take her, but this was no doubt due to the influence of her coming with the sponsorship of the Red Bull academy. She’d also been lucky enough to end up with a German team, so she wouldn’t have to move away from home, like she’d known a lot of other drivers ended up having to, especially if they weren’t from Europe.

The next few months before the new racing season started in the spring were agonizing. Bee had effectively aged out of karting and hadn’t raced in months. She started working with a fitness trainer from Red Bull to try to put on some muscle, especially in her neck. There was also the PR and media training, and occasional trips to Milton Keynes in the UK to visit Red Bull Racing headquarters for meetings and events that she had to participate in. On top of that, with the arrangements she’d had to make with her school around her race schedule, she’d have to go to summer school to get ahead for the upcoming school year, as she’d be gone almost each weekend the following fall.

It wasn’t all dire. One of her trips to Milton Keynes for PR purposes was to finally get the race suit and helmet she’d been fitted for, and to have publicity photos taken for the Red Bull website. She could hardly believe it when she’d put the suit on and looked down at herself wearing it. It was magnificent. It fit her far better than any of her karting suits had, because she’d always had to buy ones made for boys - there just weren’t any options for girls, and it had been mostly fine until she’d hit puberty and began to develop. Her karting suits would always be too baggy in some places and too tight in others. This one had been made to measure, specifically for her.

She loved everything about it - the spectacular navy blue, the red and white stripes going up the side, the American flag embroidered at the belt with STALLARD next to it in white letters. She’d also been fitted for a helmet and a HANS device, which she found strangely comfortable. She had heard some drivers found the HANS restrictive, but she sort of liked the feel of it.

She almost didn’t want to take her racing gear off after the photoshoot and filming her introduction video was done. She admired herself in the mirror when she first tried it on, imagining herself on a Formula 1 podium, Sebastian Vettel standing on the second step, as they showered each other with champagne.

Bee made sure to keep in touch with Susie and Toto, and they were kind enough to invite her to visit when she had to be in the UK if they were home, because their home in the UK wasn’t very far away from Milton Keynes. It seemed that almost all of the motorsport people and teams she knew of all were around the same area of England, which made sense when she realized where the infamous Silverstone Circuit was. Bee had started feeling a bit of the pressure of the realities of being an up-and-coming racing driver, but being able to talk to Susie, who had been in her shoes before, helped quite a bit.

By the time testing time for her team came around, she was nervous about driving a proper single seater car instead of a kart for the first time. There wasn’t much to worry about, though, as she took to it like a duck to water. It was more enclosed than the kart, like climbing into a small bathtub, but she didn’t mind it so much. She had a naturally slight frame, so that helped. It almost felt kind of comfortable, despite having absolutely no room for her elbows, and the fact that she was sitting in a reclined position. It was a good thing she wasn't claustrophobic.

She also loved how it handled - also different to a kart, but in a good way. It took a few laps to get used to the feel, and the way she had to orient herself in the car, but she began to put in some very impressive lap times. By the time she was done, she had heard people whispering up and down the paddock about the “American girl” and her times. It felt like validation.

Finally, the actual racing season started. Her school year ended a little early due to the relatively brutal travel schedule she had coming up with competing concurrently in two series. It wasn’t uncommon - most of her gridmates would be competing in both. In her first month she’d be going to Italy and Spain, with trips to the UK for team business in between.

On one of these trips, she got to meet Sebastian Vettel at a team event. She had met him before, once, at the 2011 German Grand Prix. Her father took her for her birthday and through some stroke of good fortune, had obtained pit lane passes. He pulled some strings at work, apparently. But then, she was just a fan who happened to be in karting. He was incredibly kind to her then, but now she was his teammate, in a sense. She felt so nervous about it - where most girls her age had posters of One Direction on their walls, she had posters of Sebastian Vettel in his Red Bull gear. Her nerves were not helped because he’d since developed a bit of a reputation of being a bit cocky, but he was nothing but kind to her when they talked. They switched between English and German, which Bee thought was fun. Sebastian said that he remembered meeting her a few years back, and was happy to see she’d stuck with racing. He told her that he was excited that she was getting started in single-seaters, and said that he hoped she would be able to do well. They talked occasionally when they were both in Milton Keynes together, and in a few months, Seb ended up becoming a sort of friend. He always made sure to say hello to her whenever he saw her.

Her first race was at Monza. It was her first time in Italy. The idea of racing on such an old and venerated track made her a little nervous. It was the first race that she’d ever seen Sebastian win. Watching him win in Monza was the moment that Sebastian became Bee’s favorite driver. She’d seen it so many times on TV, she’d never imagined she’d actually race on it one day.

Practices weren’t so bad, but by the time she’d lined up on the grid for her first qualifying round, she could feel her heart pounding so hard that it felt like it was trying to escape her chest. Susie had given her some advice to close her eyes, take deep breaths, and try to visualize the racing line around the entire track, turn-by-turn, to distract herself from the nerves, and to make good use of the formation lap to try to settle into the pattern of the turns.

When it was time for the race to start, she felt better. After she started, her body almost felt like it was going through the motions automatically. It was delightful, and the result was delightful - she qualified in P7, which was entirely respectable for a rookie driver. She was the highest qualified rookie to boot. Both of her races that weekend made for equally respectable results - P8 in the first race, P4 in the second race - just shy of a podium. Even so, it felt incredible.

By the time she got home from Italy, she could barely keep up with all of the nice messages she got. Susie had called her the day after the race to congratulate her and tell her that her performance was impressive. The Detroit Free Press had run a small article about her, so she had calls from lots of family and family friends from Michigan.

As the season went on, she improved, and was pleased with her results. She learned to go on the attack and started developing a driving style that was characterized in a motorsport blog as “surprisingly aggressive”. It was fun to see those words in plain black-and-white. It felt like a challenge of sorts - like nobody had expected her to drive like a real driver because she was a girl. At first, hearing people doubted her was a little bothersome, but eventually, she just let them fuel her - she loved proving people wrong, after all.

She also, pleasantly, found it a lot easier to make friends with the other drivers than it had been in karting, at least, she thought. There was another American on her team for both series, a boy from New York named Ryan. She also liked talking to the British kids because they spoke the same language as her and she had now spent a considerable amount of time in the UK.

Her first season was more successful than she’d expected it to be. She had a handful of podiums, even starting on pole position once (which was, quite frankly, terrifying - it was her first experience being the hunted instead of the hunter). She hadn’t managed to get a win, but her team managed to win the Teams’ Championship by the end of the season in both series, which her respectable results contributed to. She loved racing more than she ever thought she could. She had the time of her life during every race weekend, even on the race where she'd had a retirement due to a suspension failure.

The next season was more of the same - the same thrill, the same impressive results. She did well - a handful of podiums, and three races where she’d started on pole.

Circuitio de Jerez, Jerez de la Frontera, Spain October 18th, 2015

By the time the second season ended, Bee was almost sad to be moving up into Formula 3. She really enjoyed the atmosphere of Formula Renault, and had a good relationship with everyone on her team. Before qualifying for her final race, her team principal almost made her cry by telling her how proud he was of her, and how he couldn’t wait to see where her career went. “I know you’ll go far.”, he told her as he pulled her into a tight hug before wishing her luck.

She had already signed to another team for Formula 3, because her team, Kaufmann racing, didn’t compete in F3.

Susie and Toto had also made it to her final race weekend, which was in Jerez, Spain. They sat in the grandstands with Bee's parents, despite the fact that they would easily be able to access the paddock - who wouldn't have known who they were? (As it was, Josephine had told Bee after-the-fact, the two of them being in the grandstands had caused quite a stir amongst people sitting near them.) Bee was surprised they’d come, but it was an off-weekend in the Formula 1 calendar and Susie said that she really wanted to see Bee’s last race in Formula Renault. They had established a tradition of doing an unofficial debrief on the phone after each race weekend - Bee felt that Susie’s input was invaluable, even though she wasn’t actually watching the races, but she’d watch videos of them. Bee was certain she wouldn’t have been as successful without Susie’s guidance.

Bee managed to close her Formula Renault career with a bang, with a second-place finish in her final race. An actual win had eluded her throughout her Formula Renault tenure, but at that moment, standing on the second step, spraying her gridmates with celebratory champagne, still sticky with sweat - it didn’t matter. She felt like she was on top of the world.

Toto and Susie took Bee and her parents out for a celebratory dinner after the race. Bee had a gift for Susie to thank her for all of her help in both seasons, but it was a bit large to bring to the restaurant in a subtle way. She stuffed it in her backpack anyway.

After they’d finished dinner, Bee spoke up.“Susie, I have something for you, just to thank you for all of your help these past two years. I don’t think it would have gone as well as it did without your help.”

She reached under the table where she’d stowed her backpack and unzipped it, producing her race helmet.

“I know it’s a Red Bull helmet, but I wanted you to have it. I remember Sebastian telling me once that he liked to exchange helmets with other drivers he liked and respected, so… I thought I’d give you mine from this year. I hope that someday I’ll be able to give you one of my Formula 1 helmets.”

“Oh, my goodness, Bee.” Susie said, accepting the helmet from her, setting it on the table, and pulling Bee into a hug. “I’m so proud of you. I’m sure you will someday, and I can’t wait.”

Josephine insisted on getting a picture of the two of them together, which Bee was a little embarrassed about, but she obliged anyway.

The next morning, while Bee was packing up her hotel room for the trip home, Bee’s grandmother called her and told her to check the website for the Detroit Free Press if she could.

“Why?”

“Just take a look! I think you’ll like it!”

Bee navigated to the paper’s site on her phone’s browser, and it took a second to realize what she was seeing. Where the front-page article is usually placed, there was a giant picture of herself on the podium, spraying her competitors during the victory celebration. She had an enormous smile, her dark hair was still tied into the French braided pigtails she’d always worn under her helmet, but the braids were a frizzy mess. She had her 2nd place podium hat on, and the picture featured blurry drops of champagne in the foreground, and the American flag illuminating an LED screen behind her. It was the kind of image you would see on a poster.

The caption read:

“Phoebe Stallard, 16, Sterling Heights native, celebrates on the podium for the 2014 Eurocup Formula Renault 2.0 series. Stallard placed second in the final race of the series at the Circuit of Jerez, Jerez de la Frontera, Spain. She will be competing in the European Formula 3 race series in the upcoming season.”

Next Chapter

[hemo--goblins]

If you could possibly make a summarization of some ocs to refresh my memory I could possibly send some ocs asks 👉 👈

DUSKBERRY TIME!! This does not include any of the monster characters also involved in the story (... or does it?!?)

Obviously these are summaries, I'm not going to give you their entire life stories and traumas and whatnot because that's what the webcomic is for!! :-)

[From left to right]

Roach- [???, ???] Some sort of zombie? Just crawled out of the dirt with no idea who or what he is.

Enoch Emerson- [21, he/him] Unpublished author, horror/mystery enthusiast, and chronic skeptic. Has found himself trapped in the town of Duskberry by unexplainable means. He is determined to get to the bottom of Duskberry's mysteries and find a way out for everyone stuck inside.

Anja Salmann- [24, she/her] The only child of the great monster hunter Artemis Salmann. She has been trained in the family business for most of her life, but has since ventured on a personal mission to find her missing father.

Bernadette "Bernie" Ross- [45, she/her] The boisterous, chatty owner of the aptly named "Bernie's Diner". She's friendly and good-natured, even taking the Sullivan twins in as her own after they lost their parents, but you should never trust her with a secret. She's well known as the town gossip.

Susie- [presumed 20, she/they] Quiet, even-tempered diner worker. She isn't related to Bernie or the twins, supposedly just came into town one day looking to work. She usually keeps to the back, washing dishes and cleaning.

Finch Sullivan- [18, he/him] The angsty, brooding half of the twins. Pessimistic and a bit abrasive, he can be difficult to approach, making him an odd choice for a waiter. Still, beneath the rough exterior lies a genuine care for his sister and gratitude for Bernie.

Robin Sullivan- [18, she/her] The bright, chipper half of the twins. She has an eager personality and always greets others with a smile. She can be a bit clingy and overbearing when it comes to her brother, but it's only because she cares.

Camilla Quinn- [40, she/her] Owner of Query Cabinet, a curiosity shop selling all sorts of things- crystals, taxidermy, cursed objects, supernatural artifacts, etc. She doesn't believe a lick of what she sells.

Dahlia Quinn- [19, she/her] Camilla's daughter. Has conflicting beliefs with her mother, which has fostered a bit of resentment. She tries to make herself scarce from the shop during the day, but still lives at home.

Cypress Quinn- [16, he/him] The younger brother, and the favored child. He has been quickly picking up the tools of the trade, and has developed a particular interest in taxidermy. His enthusiasm for the art can at times be off-putting.

Scarlett Ellis- [43, she/her] A passionate farmer with a strong sense of community and hard work. She does half of the field work in the family, and fills the role of head of the household.

Dawn Ellis- [42, she/her] Wife to Scarlett, she handles more of the house work and the messy part of the livestock. She is an excellent baker and a doting mother.

Beckett "Beck" Ellis- [22, he/him] Son of Scarlett and Dawn, he does a lot of heavy lifting, odd jobs, and field work around the farm. Very protective of his family.

Millie Ellis- [10, she/her]- The youngest child, she tends to the animals. She's typically very mellow, often making her seem wise beyond her years. She doesn't talk very much, but has a way with animals.

Levi Greyson- [36, he/him] The town ranger. Altruistic and noble, but cripplingly anxious. He tries to fill his position well, aiming to protect the residents and the town as a whole, but his desire to aid often gets him in over his head.

Hollis "Holly" Moss- [37, they/he] The mysterious groundskeeper for the town's graveyard. Just "Moss" to most. Often found tending to the plants that have taken over the surrounding area.

Sergio "Gio" Carrera- [35, he/him] The local mechanic. A big guy, but soft hearted. Kind and compassionate to a fault, and always willing to lend a hand. He seems a bit absent-minded and forgetful, but he knows his way around mechanics with expert skill.

Elias Faust- [46, he/him] The town representative, and the heart of the community. A people person, and a man dedicated to the safety of the people who trust and rely on him. He takes his position very seriously.

Imogen Lockwood- [37, she/her] The local librarian. A bit stern and standoffish. She's practical and no-nonsense, and can be a bit blunt at times, but she has a sharp wit.

Felix Darcy- [56, he/him]- The kind old man that runs the corner store in Duskberry. He has the poor business habit of giving people freebies when they visit, if they are polite and listen to his stories. He doesn't get many customers, and has taken up a hobby of woodcarving to pass the time.

Dr. Julien Casamir- [45, he/him] A disgraced biologist. Not that anyone would fund what he was working on nowadays... He doesn't need their help, anyways. He has the equipment, and all the hands he needs.

Killian "Shiv" Cain- [35, he/him] What's this guy's deal? There's something unsettling about how he stares at people. He doesn't show up in town often, but when he does, it's usually late at night, and trouble tends to follow.