#conversations on race

[orangechickenpillow]

Halsin: I want to lay with you under the stars. I want to feel your skin against mine. But only if Astarion gives his blessing

Tav: yeah okay cool that seems reasonable

Tav: just..... do you mind-- one second

Tav:

[zendayacs]

People getting offended whenever they see Black Annabeth with book Percy in fanart makes me giggle. Bro, people have been drawing Annabeth as black for years. Its not just bc of the show.

[grasslandgirl]

alex song xia should get awards and knighthood and the Nobel prize for the funniest best character concept in the world for liv-as-kingskin in never stop blowing up. over achiever valedictorian kleptomaniac 18 y/o girl in the body of a huge bald hulking Vincent d'onofrio crime boss body. favorite character in the whole world

[tetheredbysin]

the world would be such a better place if people realized "this driver bought his seat in F1" isn't a valid argument. it is physically impossible to make it to F1 without paying teams ridiculous amounts of money. whether the money comes from sponsors, family fortune or a goddamn bank heist, it doesn't matter. the money is still there.

[lewishamiltonstuff]

The gif version.

[secondbeatsongs]

it's so funny trying to talk to people about Speed Racer (2008), because it's like...what if there was a guy who drove a car so well that he defeated capitalism

[shaydh]

for a brief period in college i was like "im going to practice making eye contact!" but turns out that makes men start talking to you unprompted so I stopped pretty quick.

[scrollonso]

im seeing a lot of people forgetting/not knowing that esteban is also spanish and algerian 😭 his dads side of the family are literally from málaga

[pinazee]

Paul protec

Emma protec

Emma and paul protec

Paul no protec 😔

[screwdriver-and-souffle]

He never took his eyes off Alain

[radracer]

Fiat 126p

@delta_xs_2

[unformula1]

Guilt and Regret (LS2 x OP81)

synopsis: doubts, doubts and more doubts. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ pairing: Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri (Loscar) w/c: 1364 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a/n: it was supposed to be short, but not anymore I guess. i missed a day but man, it's alright. enjoy!!! >>masterlist<< day 10/11 of Loscar posts until we get a loscar podium!!! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Logan Sargeant opens up about his racing life

"I think it's tough. You don't really know what to expect, you lose a lot trying to gain everything."

The article never once mentioned Oscar's name but he knew Logan was referring to him for most of it. How much Logan wanted Oscar again, and how much Oscar didn't give a shit.

"It's a high risk sport, I would say. There's very little room for error but the smallest mistake could cost everything."

"Sometimes you get on the bad side of people you love."

“I mean, losing friends, it’s part of it all��

Oscar almost coughed up his water after reading that. He definitely knew who Logan was referring to.

Oscar wanted to slam his head against a wall. Logan was speaking up about his racing life but all Oscar could think about was Logan's subtle hints toward Logan.

He felt horrible. He felt disgusting. He felt like a failure of a friend.

From someone who promised Logan he'd be there whenever Logan needed, this was pretty shitty of him.

Oscar had let Logan down. Oscar disappointed him. For once it wasn't the other way round, and it took everything Oscar had out of him.

He felt his guilt wash up into his lungs, clogging it up, forcing him to gasp for air constantly. It was drowning him.

He felt the regret engulf his heart, wrapping around it with a tight hug that could kill. It was suffocating.

He turned off his phone, taking a very deep breath. The 5 minute read felt like an eternity of smacks in the face about how much he overlooked his best friend's pain.

Oscar always regarded himself as someone who noticed a lot. He always felt as if he would notice the small details in his friends and remember them forever.

Guess not.

He placed his phone on the bedside table and laid down on his bed, looking up at the hotel room ceiling. Despite being a boring, bland plain white colour, it stood out.

Memories of Oscar and Logan played on the ceiling, like a film, running through the different scenes.

Happiness.

Laughs.

Smiles.

Then it all fell apart. And guess who was to blame...

Oscar shut his eyes tightly, reminiscing for a bit, everything was just so overwhelming. How did a 5 minute article cause him to cry about something he thought he'd gotten over a few months ago.

He'd swore he'd stopped crying about Logan and his relationship months ago. It was supposed to never affect him again, and here he was crying about it once again.

Oscar never regarded himself as sensitive, in fact he was probably the dead opposite, but something about missing Logan always struck something in him.

Everything had to change. Oscar was sure of it, he wasn't sure if Logan even cared anymore, after all the snippets of interviews and quotes he'd read online. Maybe Logan was done trying to repair everything himself, maybe he'd moved on.

Oscar coughed again, choking on the imminent tears, he was a failure of a friend. He wanted Logan as a friend again. He knew that.

"It wasn't up to expectation but I'll keep going!"

Logan's interview played on the big screens. Oscar swore he'd heard this statement a few million times, and every single time Oscar had failed to even ask Logan how he was holding up.

Horrible.

Oscar sprinted over to where the interview was taking place. The sound of Logan's interview still playing in the background.

"I mean, I'll always love doing this no matter what."

Oscar tried his best to tune out the interview but to no avail. It was louder than ever.

"People come and go. I guess that's how it works but I'll try my best always."

There was no way he wasn't referring to Oscar.

He dashed past the personnel and maneuvered his way through the barricades.

"And I mean, things happen..." Logan continued.

Oscar halted to a shrieking stop right next to Logan's interview, causing Logan's voice to falter to silence as he watched Oscar run over.

"Hey Oscar." The interviewer commented.

Oscar tried to catch his breath before saying anything.

Logan just stood there awkwardly, holding the mic as the camera panned over to Oscar.

Oscar shook his head, "No... no sorry for interrupting... keep going." Oscar said in between heavy pants.

"Alright." The interviewer said.

The interview wrapped up pretty quickly after that and the cameras cut.

"Oscar, what happened." Logan asked.

Oscar didn't know if his mind was playing tricks on him but Logan's tone had a piercing lack of sympathy, as if this was just a pointless question that was expecting a dry answer like "I'm okay".

"I'm..." Oscar hesitated. I'm okay. Say it. I'm fine. I am. Nothing's new.

Logan raised an eyebrow, adjusting his shirt as he did so.

"I wanted to talk to you." Oscar forced out, hoping he didn't choke up any words.

"Clearly." Logan joked. Oscar tried to get a laugh but nothing came out.

"Oh. It's a serious kind." Logan cleared his throat, "Shall we go somewhere more private."

When was Logan ever this formal? If this wasn't a hit in the face that Logan didn't care about Oscar anymore, he didn't know what was.

Oscar nodded, before following wherever Logan was bringing him.

They were in a secluded room, away from the press, away from their teams, away from everyone. 

“Go on.” Logan said.

“I… uhm… so…” Oscar stuttered, contemplating his choice of words constantly.

Logan smiled and nodded, signalling for Oscar to continue.

“I saw your article, slash, interview.” Oscar tried to sound less awkward, “And uhm… I… wanted to talk about it.”

Logan nodded, rather excitedly, “You read it? Did I sound too attention seeking? Did I sound ungrateful?”

“No. No… none of that. It was more about me, actually.”

Logan furrowed his eyebrows, the gears clearly shifting in his head.

“Uhm… were you talking about me?” Oscar said. The words vomited out his mouth, coming out quick and swiftly.

“As in?” Logan asked.

“When you said something about losing friends, getting on their bad side. I don’t know, vaguely something like that.” Oscar’s voice came out unnatural, as if he was muffling a few cries. 

“Oh…” Logan’s head lowered, his feet shuffled a little, “Maybe…? A little?”

“What does that mean?” Oscar practically started begging, “Please. I need to know. I’m sorry if I’ve ever been such a horrible friend but please. I need to know if you hate me or something.”

Logan was about to say something when Oscar interrupted.

“Maybe you don’t want to talk to me ever again but I promise you, just say how you feel about me and I’ll never be in your business again. Please. PLEASE.” Oscar blabbered, “Oh shit, I interrupted you. Sorry. Fuck. Sorry.”

A small, tiny smile crept onto Logan’s face. A small chuckle escaping.

Oscar was confused, obviously. He tilted his head to the side.

“Osc. I thought I was the one messing up here. I thought I wasn’t doing good enough for you. I really thought I was the issue here.” Logan said.

“Really. Well because- wait. No. You thought you weren’t doing good enough?” Oscar said, “you thought YOU weren’t doing good enough for me?” 

Logan sheepishly nodded.

“Logan, you'll always be enough for me. Always.” Oscar remarked, rather sassily.

“Okay well, you’ve never been a horrible friend. I thought I was just… never living up to being your friend. You’ve been nothing but the best.” Logan admitted, smiling a little wider.

Oscar dragged an ‘ugh’ for a few seconds.

“This was so stupid.” Oscar said, “God… you’re amazing Logan.”

“You are too. The best, probably.” Logan said as he pulled Oscar in for a hug, which Oscar reciprocated.

Both of them stayed like that for a while. It’s been a while since Oscar had felt anything as good as this. The warmth filled his entire body.

It unclogged his lungs from all the guilt as Logan’s words resounded through his head.

It released all the regret from his heart, knowing Logan was never going to give up on Oscar, ever.

[draculagerard]

It's so fucking frustrating when I see people of color achieve things despite all the odds stacked up against them and then have to watch people say "oh they only got that for diversity points"

[nomadomar]

The Awakening of Destiny

Chapter 2: The Silent Transformation

You begin to feel the weight of your new name, Omar, settling into your very being. It’s subtle at first—small changes in your thoughts, in the way you carry yourself, in the choices you make. The practices and beliefs of the Arabization movement start to take root within you, almost imperceptibly shifting the foundation of who you are. As the days pass, you find yourself drawn deeper into the world I represent. Your lifestyle begins to align more closely with the ideals of our movement. You start to adopt the habits and practices that define us, and with each passing moment, you become more integrated into this new identity. The food you once ate, the clothes you wore, even the way you speak—all begin to change, reflecting the transformation that is occurring within you. But as you change, Omar, so too does the world around you. Friends, family, society—they all begin to notice the differences. They sense that something within you is shifting, and their reactions are far from understanding. They don’t see the purpose that now drives you, the strength you are beginning to cultivate. Instead, they see only the unfamiliar, and with that comes resistance. The people who once knew you as one of their own now find it difficult to understand the path you are on. They question your choices, challenge your beliefs, and push back against the transformation that is reshaping you. The struggle is not just external, but internal as well. Doubts creep in, testing your resolve, making you question whether this path is truly yours. But in the quiet moments, when the world’s noise fades away, you begin to experience something else—visions. In your dreams, a mysterious figure appears, guiding you towards the new path you are on. These visions are powerful, almost overwhelming, yet they are unclear. You feel a connection to this figure, a deep sense of comfort and purpose when you see them, but you cannot fully understand the messages they are conveying. The visions leave you both comforted and puzzled. They reassure you that you are not alone in this journey, that there is a greater force at play, guiding you towards something far beyond the life you once knew. Yet, they also challenge you to trust in the unknown, to have faith in the path that is unfolding before you, even when it is shrouded in mystery. As you continue to transform, Omar, the struggle becomes a crucible, refining you, hardening your resolve, and strengthening the connection to the new identity you are forging. You are no longer just the boy you once were; you are becoming something more. The name Omar is no longer just a label—it is the embodiment of the strength, the purpose, and the destiny that now defines you. The silent transformation is well underway, and though the path is fraught with challenges, you begin to realize that this is only the beginning. The visions will continue to guide you, and in time, the doubts will fade, leaving only the fire of purpose that now burns within you. The world may resist, but you, Omar, are becoming unstoppable.

Prologue Chapter 1: The Awakening of Omar Chapter 2: The Silent Transformation Chapter 3: The Encounter Chapter 4: The Test of Faith Chapter 5: The Transformation Chapter 6: The Final Reckoning

[heich0e]

getting into a fight with roommate atsumu (who you definitely do NOT have feelings for) so one night you swap out his bed for a race car bed while he's out on a date

[soylent-crocodile]

Animal Conversions- Tyrannosaurus

(Art by Mark Witton)

(The t. rex is statted out as a bite-and-swallower, which is a very humanoid-centric way to view a hunter of huge game. Ive built it as a pugilist, targeting and attacking other big monsters, and given it high constitution of its bulk and endurance. I also included juveniles- ontogenetic niche shifting is something Pathfinder, with its Young Templates and mathematically scaling dragons, is kinda alien to- except for full-on metamorphosis, of course.)

Tyrannosaurus are the most famous of dinosaurs, great predators who go toe-to-toe with other behemoths to get their daily bread; their power and combative excellence makes them as beloved as they are feared. Tyrannosaurs change their behavior and shape as they grow, occupying different niches (and different threats) as juveniles, compared to as adults.

Adult t. rex are rarely a threat to medium-sized creatures such as humanoids; such people are simply too small to be worth the effort of chasing down and eating. Giants, however, are threatened by these great hunters, and caravans using large animals such as elephants are also prime targets for tyrannosaurus attack. Tyrannosaurus are notoriously adept trackers and persistence predators; there are many tales of one slowly following a caravan, waiting for the people and animals to exhaust themselves and stop to rest so it can pick them off at its leisure. Additionally, a brooding adult will often perceive humanoids as threats to their eggs and young and kill them if spotted; however, a brooding adult often means the presence of juveniles…

Juvenile tyrannosaurus are fast agile hunters, notorious for chasing down and killing humanoids and livestock alike. In lands where tyrannosaurus roam, great walls are built to keep juveniles out, and the fittest young adults are often trained to hunt them. 

The typical bounty for a slain juvenile tyrannsaurus is 1,500gp, although it varies based on severity of the issue and resources of the populace. 

The skull of an adult tyrannosaurus is a status symbol for the wealthy and danger-loving; intact and undamaged, it is worth 4,000gp. 

Dinosaur, Tyrannosaurus (Adult)

This colossal beast walks on two muscular legs and gives you a passing glance, its eyes two dots in a powerful set of jaws.

Misc- CR9 TN Gargantuan Animal HD15 Init:-3 Senses: Perception:+15 Low-Light Vision, Scent Aura:  Stats- Str:32(+11) Dex:4(-3) Con:25(+7) Int:2(-4) Wis:17(+3) Cha:16(+3) BAB:+11 Space:20ft Reach:15ft Defense- HP:172(15d8+105) AC:19(-3 Dex, -3 Size, +15 Natural) Fort:+17 Ref:+6 Will:+10 CMD:33  Offense- Bite +20(4d6+16) CMB:+26 Speed:40ft Special Attacks: Crushing Bite Feats- Endurance, Power Attack (-4/+8), Diehard, Weapon Focus (Bite), Iron Will, Improved Initiative, Intimidating Prowess, Vital Strike Skills- Intimidate +17, Perception +15 (+4 Racial bonus to Perception) Special Qualities- Gianthunter Ecology- Environment- Languages- None Organization- Solitary, Pair, Family (2 Adults, 3 1 Juvenile, 1 Young Juvenile) Treasure- None Special Abilities- Crushing Bite (Ex)- A creature dealt damage by a tyrannosaurus’ bite attack must make a DC18 Fortitude save or be staggered for 1 minute. Gianthunter (Ex)- A tyrannousaurus gets a +4 racial bonus to attack rolls made against Huge or larger creatures and to AC against such creatures’ attacks. 

Dinosaur, Tyrannosaurus (Juvenile)

A slender, feathered creature taller than a horse stalks ahead, eyes sharp and hungry.

Misc- CR7 Huge TN Animal HD10 Init:+7 Senses: Perception:+11, Scent, Low-Light Vision Stats- Str:28(+9) Dex:16(+3) Con:24(+7) Int:2(-4) Wis:13(+1) Cha:14(+2) BAB:+7 Space:15ft Reach:10ft Defense- HP:76(7d8+45) AC:21 (-2 Size, +3 Dex, +10 Natural) Fort:+12 Ref:+10 Will:+4 CMD:31 (26 vs Trip) Weakness: Vulnerable to Trip Offense- Bite +14(2d8+13) CMB:+18 Speed:50ft Special Attacks: Preydrivers Feats- Endurance, Intimidating Prowess, Improved Initiative, Power Attack (-3/+6) Skills- Intimidate +12, Stealth +5, Perception +11 (+4 racial bonus to Stealth and Perception) Ecology- Environment- Grassland, Forest (Hot) Languages- None Organization- Solitary, Bachelor Group (2-4) Treasure- None Special Abilities-Preydrivers (Ex)- Juvenile tyrannosaurus often take part in cooperative hunts with adults, where they frighten and distract prey for the adults to capture. At the end of a charge, before making an attack roll, a juvenile tyrannosaurus may make an intimidate check to demoralize against each creature within 60ft of it. Vulnerable to Trip (Ex)- A juvenile tyrannosaurus’ legs are long and slender, but fragile and catch easily. Treat their size as Large for the purpose of trip attempts and takes a -5 penalty to CMD against trip attempts. Additionally, a tripped juvenile tyrannosaurus has a 10% chance to break its leg, reducing its land speed to 10ft and almost invariably leading to starvation in the wild.