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dreamauri · 1 year

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‧˚⊹ 𝗱𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗶 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ଓ :: 𝗠𝗩𝟭 ‧₊˚⤾

you are reading :: part five !!

╭╯ pairing . . . max verstappen x fem! driver! oc! ) ┊ summary . . . its over, its all over ) ┊ genre . . . angst) ╰╮ warning . . . illusions of mental breakdown, bad mothering [sorry lei], lil sad )

☆★ finally getting to the good part :') kind of a filler, sorry ━━━━

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MEDIA DAY Saturday July 27 2023 — Circuit de Spa-Francorchamps, Belgium

A-Z WINNERS

"This should be quiet fun considering I have no life outside of racing." You joked, putting your hands on your hips. "Is there a time limit, yes? Great."

"OK, A for Alonso. Duh. B, for Jenson button. C is for c*nt." You said with a straight face making several people around the room laugh. You couldn't help the smile the creeped on your face.

"Wait. Who has a name that starts with C? . . . Caucasian man. Thats who- OH MY GOD CLARK! I forgot." You chuckled moving on. "What comes after C? A, b, c, d! D stands for d*ck. E stands forrrrr-"

"G, would've been nice to say my mom's name but she was slow." You joked wiping your face giggling. "Gasly."

"K, . . . Who? Hint?" "Three on the grid." "There's three on the grid? What the— ME! FUCK! thats me." You laughed face palming, falling on the floor laughing your ass off. "Leon Kraus, Ashton Kraus, Felix Kraus, Alexander Kraus, Fritz Kraus, Y/N Kraus and of course Killian Kraus . . . Killian those bitches . . . I think he's getting married actually." "He already did." "Oh yeahhhhhh." "He's got a kid." "No." You gaped at her, jaw on the floor. "When was this? I'm an aunt? No body told me."

"You're the only one who didn't get it right away." "Oh nooooo."

"S issssss, who's name starts with s. Give me a hint." "On the grid" "who?- Oh! SAINZ!" You smiled brightly giggling. "Oh shit, I could've said Schumacher, sorry. Two Schumackers, no?"

"V, Verstappen but we know which one. Maximus of course."

YOUNGEST TO OLDEST

"Dinosaur." You slapped Fernando's on the top of the board. "He was born 2 seconds ago— he wasn't even born yet." You joked slipping Meike's name on the bottom of the board.

A giggle came from your mouth as you looked at the board, you had only two names down from the 20 drivers you were supposed to rank from age. "I won." You decided nodding, a few laughs came from around making you relax and smile.

"I'm here." You placed your name above Meike. "And he's old as fuck." You placed Killian name under Fernando. "And him, I don't even know. He looks like he could be a dilf, but acts like he's three three." You places Max's name in the middle, with Lewis above and Lando below.

"He . . . Danny phanton is like three mentally, you can't convince me other wise." You chuckled placing his magnet above Max's. " . . . I- I know Magnussen has a daughter no?" "Two." "He has two daughters? Wow. Good luck with that. May the odds forever be in your favor."

"How good is that?" "Very good." The interviewer chuckled making you laugh." "You've got the bottom half right." You hid your face leaning down laughing. "Good enough, no?" You giggled watching someone take away the board and place a flip board instead.

WHO SAID THAT

"Oh no. What is this?" You flipped the first page, looking at the written text. "You have to guess who said that." "Not easy peasy lemon squeezy." You stretched you arms clearing your throat.

"Not me." You put a thumbs up smiling. "Is that a point? . . . Oh come on." You whined trying to think.

SURPRIZE

"Oooh, what's this?" You take the plaque handed to you. "Oh that's khofo." You turned board, pointing at the sfinx. "He looks way prettier in person." You chuckled, looking back at the photograph you admired the other famous landmarks and views from your home.

"Am I supposed to name all of these places? I haven't been that much around. Just luxor and delta." You chuckling looking confused. "Not Cairo or Giza?" You shook your head.

"You can see them next year then, when F1 goes to Egypt." You could feel yourself starting to smile as you looked at her unsurly. "What are you talking about?" You chuckled looking around the room confused. "I don't- wait no. You're not serious." You dropped your hands, jaw falling.

"Your joking." Your ran your hands through your hair. You could feel a wave of excitement rush through you as you jumped in your spot happily, fangirling. "We're going home! Yes yes yes!" You cheered throwing your fist up giggling happily.

"Oh my God. My family can come watch me." You covered your mouth as the idea dawned on you. "Oh my God. Yes yes yes yes! Yesss!"

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f1 BREAKING: Red Bull will no longer have a second driver for the remaining races this season. oh no 🫣

user YES YES YES YES

user am i dreaming? GOD HAS BLESSED US

user about time

user fucking finally, she was making it a shit show

user am i the only one in the comments here to complain about this? this is not fair ↳ user bro no one gives q fuck. Shut up and eat ↳ user she was so annoying etf you complaining about? ↳ user yeah the only good thing about her is her looks

user bye bye, dont come back. we're not going to miss you ❤️

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"Lei— okay." Max pulled the tween up on his lap, continuing with his stream while she laid on his chest quietly. "Mate! You still have her?!" "She's my good luck charm." Max smiled weakly patting the girls back.

That wasn't the reason Leila was still with Max though. Max kept one if his hands free at all time, patting the French-Egyptian's back or stroking her hair to give her the most amount of comfort he can offer.

Max could feel Leila's hug tighten every few minutes and it made his heart ache. She's going through too much and she's just a child.

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A jingle came from the carton box as you practically threw it on the floor next to the front door. Your shoes were kicked off and your travel bags flopped on the ceramic as you trudged into your home.

It was too quiet for your liking. And with the prime summer heat, you felt like you were going to melt.

Dings started to sound from your phone as soon as it connected to the wifi, and you could already hear the comments and posts, the tweets, the videos, articles, the memes, the drawings, you could hear of people making fun of you. It was buzzing in your ears. And you couldn't get it out of your head.

And in a moment of rage you threw your phone into down the hall, through the dinner table and salon, across the living room. SMASH. It wasn't going to bother you anymore. You dragged yourself upstairs, pulling the door to your room shut.

"Your tense." "OH WOW! I COULDNT TELL!" You turned to face your uncle's figure, tears welling up in your eyes as your hands visibly started to shake. "I have been working my ASS OFF. I PUT MY WHOLE LIFE INTO THAT GOD DAMN SPORT. I PUT YOUR TIME AND YOUR MONEY INTO THIS WASTE." You shouted, turning around your fist meeting the body mirror, panting heavily.

"Relax, nunu." "How can I relax?!" You turned into Marawan's body, hugging him tightly. "It's over. No one is going to want me now." Sobs escaped your mouth as you felt him softly brushing his fingers through your hair.

"Y/N— " "I'm just a stupid girl. I should've never even tried." "That's not true." "It is. I wasted my time. My effort. My childhood. My life!"

You collapsed on your knees struggling to wipe your vision clear. "What am I doing with my life?" You cried to no one, gripping your hair as you emptied your feelings on the ground.

"That's not true." You heard you mother assure, her cold hand gently caressing your back and she kneeled down beside you. "You made a friend, Max. You got closer with Leila. You baked, Y/N. When was the last time you baked? You took off your mask, how brave was that?"

"It wasn't on purpose." You muttered, chocking on your cries. "But you continued to be brave. You faced on your dad. You faced the world. And you raced with your brothers, you always wanted to do that."

"I raced against them. Not with them." You corrected her. "And it was Killian too. Your golden son crashed into me. And now I have a hole in my hip."

"You choose the sport, Y/N." You pushed her away before she could caress your head, turning away from her, hugging your knees. "No. You did."

"You're the one who got that stupid scholarship. You're the one who went to germany, met dad and married him. You're the one who got in that stupid car. You're the one who smoked. You're the one who put all your expectations, gave me all your dreams to complete. You're the one who died."

"And I was such a bad daughter." You sobbed to yourself. "I couldn't complete your wish. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Leila is going to live with that stupid woman—"

"Your mom's here." Leila shook her head wrapping her little arms around Max's neck. "No." She held him tighter. "I stay with Max." She begged in the little English she learned. "Yallah." The older woman pulled the tween from his wrist dragging her away. "Stop being a pain in my ass. Let's go."

"Red bull is going to lose a lot of points—"

Max was carrying the whole team on his back, struggling to stay in p2 and p3 through the races with the other teams taking his broken defence to their advantage.

"All because of me."

You cried in the dusty pink room alone. All alone.

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2007 — El GAMAZI ESTATE, FRANCE

"Killian? Sho bete3mel hena?" [what are you doing here] The rain soaked boy looked like a deer caught in headlights. He could only shrug, he himself confused qbout his where abouts. "Ana . . ." [i] He sighed shakily, pulling his late mother's helmet from his back pack.

Tears started to well up in his eyes, as he held out the ancient egyptian themed hear protection. "It belongs with the El-Gamazis." He sniffed wiping his eyes. "Mom would have wanted you to have it."

"Oh Killian." The boy was pulled into the household, wrapped in a towel and given hot chocolate, the helmet by his side. "Nunu maogoda?" [is nunu here] He asked quietly watching his grandparents and uncle rush around the room.

"Meen? 'Nubis? Betsou2 barah." [who? 'nubis? she's driving outside] 'but it's raining outside' he furrowed his eyes looking out the window. There you were indeed, perfecting your driving skills in your new kart, probably freezing to death but to concentrated to know.

"I want Nunu to be at the track on Sunday for mama's moment of silence." Killian, took a hold of Marawan's shirt, stopping him in his tracks. "El 7ad? . . . Mashi. 7ader." [sunday? ok, we will be there]

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ummick · 3 months

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Mick Schumacher Fully Lives His Adventure At the 24 Hours of Le Mans With Alpine

Mick Schumacher is preparing to make his debut at the 24 Hours of Le Mans. For this 92nd edition of the Le Mans classic, he is driving the Alpine A424 #36 from Alpine Endurance Team entered in the Hypercar category. He shares his impressions at the start of this great adventure.

After having competed in single-seater championships, first and foremost the Formula 1 World Championship, Mick Schumacher (25 years old) entered endurance and therefore the 24 Hours of Le Mans. The German driver joined Alpine's hypercar program last winter. He pilots the A424 #36 alongside Nicolas Lapierre and Matthieu Vaxiviere. He approaches the biggest endurance race in the world after showing strong performances in the previous three rounds of the FIA WEC World Endurance Championship. "When we arrive at Le Mans, it's always with the ambition to shine and do the best possible. Being with Alpine, which is a French brand, gives another dimension," recognizes the man who competed in 43 grands prix between 2021 and 2022. Schumacher experienced the previous rounds of the FIA WEC as preparation for the 24 Hours of Le Mans. "Everything is new to me. What is obvious is that people come here because of their passion for car racing, and that's a real pleasure. On a more personal level, I can't wait to race, to see what it's like to be on the go for 24 hours, because I've never had this experience. There is always something happening here, there is constant traffic, so being in the wrong place at the wrong time can be costly. This is an additional challenge. You have to constantly have a strategy in mind to be sure you can finish your relay."

One of the many special features of the 24 Hours of Le Mans is night driving, a new experience for Schumacher and one that he appreciated last night during the second free practice session. "Frankly, I didn't find the exercise that difficult," he tempers. "During the tests we conducted in Jerez, it seemed much harder to me than here. To be honest, I really liked it. This gives different sensations. My teammates have experience of night driving and I'm going to learn a lot from them. The race is going to be exciting, that’s for sure." He can count on the valuable advice of Nicolas Lapierre, who has sixteen participations. "We spend a lot of time with Mick. With the other drivers, we talk about traffic or slow zones, which can be quite tricky. The point of alertness that I specifically pointed out to him is sunrise. I advised him to stay focused because, seeing the day dawn, you almost have the impression that the race is over, so much so that attention is relaxed and that's when we see a lot of errors occurring," explains the leader of the drivers of the brand with the A arrow.

Given his experience in Formula 1, Mick Schumacher cannot escape the comparison with endurance. He is categorical: "It's not comparable. I strive to separate the two, not to create a bridge in terms of driving style, to be 100% on one side or the other. A hypercar is heavier, but it's still fun to drive. The car is made for Le Mans, so every time I get behind the wheel it's a joy." Schumacher is therefore preparing to add a new string to his bow. Between technical challenges, adaptation to night driving and constant learning, this race promises to be a decisive step in the young pilot's career. Remember that his father, Michael, took part in the Le Mans classic in 1991 at the wheel of a Sauber Mercedes C11 which he shared with Karl Wendlinger and Fritz Kreutzpointner. This unique participation resulted in fifth place in the general classification and the best lap in the race. We bet that Mick would happily sign up for such an assessment next Sunday at 3 p.m.

#mick schumacher #f1 #formula 1 #wec #fic ref #fic ref 2024 #le mans #le mans 2024 #le mans 2024 build-up #not a race #2024 not a race #between canada and spain 2024 #between monaco and canada 2024 #with michael

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fatehbaz · 7 months

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On May 28, 1914, the Institut für Schiffs-und Tropenkrankheiten (Institute for Maritime and Tropical Diseases, ISTK) in Hamburg began operations in a complex of new brick buildings on the bank of the Elb. The buildings were designed by Fritz Schumacher, who had become the Head of Hamburg’s building department (Leiter des Hochbauamtes) in 1909 after a “flood of architectural projects” accumulated following the industrialization of the harbor in the 1880s and the “new housing and working conditions” that followed. The ISTK was one of these projects, connected to the port by its [...] mission: to research and heal tropical illnesses; [...] to support the Hamburg Port [...]; and to support endeavors of the German Empire overseas.

First established in 1900 by Bernhard Nocht, chief of the Port Medical Service, the ISTK originally operated out of an existing building, but by 1909, when the Hamburg Colonial Institute became its parent organization (and Schumacher was hired by the Hamburg Senate), the operations of the ISTK had outgrown [...]. [I]ts commission by the city was an opportunity for Schumacher to show how he could contribute to guiding the city’s economic and architectural growth in tandem, and for Nocht, an opportunity to establish an unprecedented spatial paradigm for the field of Tropical Medicine that anchored the new frontier of science in the German Empire. [...]

[There was a] shared drive to contribute to the [...] wealth of Hamburg within the context of its expanding global network [...]. [E]ach discipline [...] architecture and medicine were participating in a shared [...] discursive operation. [...]

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The brick used on the ISTK façades was key to Schumacher’s larger Städtebau plan for Hamburg, which envisioned the city as a vehicle for a “harmonious” synthesis between aesthetics and economy. [...] For Schumacher, brick [was significantly preferable] [...]. Used by [...] Hamburg architects [over the past few decades], who acquired their penchant for neo-gothic brickwork at the Hanover school, brick had both a historical presence and aesthetic pedigree in Hamburg [...]. [T]his material had already been used in Die Speicherstadt, a warehouse district in Hamburg where unequal social conditions had only grown more exacerbated [...]. Die Speicherstadt was constructed in three phases [beginning] in 1883 [...]. By serving the port, the warehouses facilitated the expansion and security of Hamburg’s wealth. [...] Yet the collective profits accrued to the city by these buildings [...] did not increase economic prosperity and social equity for all. [...] [A] residential area for harbor workers was demolished to make way for the warehouses. After the contract for the port expansion was negotiated in 1881, over 20,000 people were pushed out of their homes and into adjacent areas of the city, which soon became overcrowded [...]. In turn, these [...] areas of the city [...] were the worst hit by the Hamburg cholera epidemic of 1892, the most devastating in Europe that year. The 1892 cholera epidemic [...] articulated the growing inability of the Hamburg Senate, comprising the city’s elite, to manage class relationships [...] [in such] a city that was explicitly run by and for the merchant class [...].

In Hamburg, the response to such an ugly disease of the masses was the enforcement of quarantine methods that pushed the working class into the suburbs, isolated immigrants on an island, and separated the sick according to racial identity.

In partnership with the German Empire, Hamburg established new hygiene institutions in the city, including the Port Medical Service (a progenitor of the ISTK). [...] [T]he discourse of [creating the school for tropical medicine] centered around city building and nation building, brick by brick, mark by mark.

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Just as the exterior condition of the building was, for Schumacher, part of a much larger plan for the city, the program of the building and its interior were part of the German Empire and Tropical Medicine’s much larger interest in controlling the health and wealth of its nation and colonies. [...]

Yet the establishment of the ISTK marked a critical shift in medical thinking [...]. And while the ISTK was not the only institution in Europe to form around the conception and perceived threat of tropical diseases, it was the first to build a facility specifically to support their “exploration and combat” in lockstep, as Nocht described it.

The field of Tropical Medicine had been established in Germany by the very same journal Nocht published his overview of the ISTK. The Archiv für Schiffs- und Tropen-Hygiene unter besonderer Berücksichtigung der Pathologie und Therapie was first published in 1897, the same year that the German Empire claimed Kiaochow (northeast China) and about two years after it claimed Southwest Africa (Namibia), Cameroon, Togo, East Africa (Tanzania, Burundi, Rwanda), New Guinea (today the northern part of Papua New Guinea), and the Marshall Islands; two years later, it would also claim the Caroline Islands, Palau, Mariana Islands (today Micronesia), and Samoa (today Western Samoa).

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The inaugural journal [...] marked a paradigm shift [...]. In his opening letter, the editor stated that the aim of Tropical Medicine is to “provide the white race with a home in the tropics.” [...]

As part of the institute’s agenda to support the expansion of the Empire through teaching and development [...], members of the ISTK contributed to the Deutsches Kolonial Lexikon, a three-volume series completed in 1914 (in the same year as the new ISTK buildings) and published in 1920. The three volumes contained maps of the colonies coded to show the areas that were considered “healthy” for Europeans, along with recommended building guidelines for hospitals in the tropics. [...] "Natives" were given separate facilities [...]. The hospital at the ISTK was similarly divided according to identity. An essentializing belief in “intrinsic factors” determined by skin color, constitutive to Tropical Medicine, materialized in the building’s circulation. Potential patients were assessed in the main building to determine their next destination in the hospital. A room labeled “Farbige” (colored) - visible in both Nocht and Schumacher’s publications - shows that the hospital segregated people of color from whites. [...]

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Despite belonging to two different disciplines [medicine and architecture], both Nocht and Schumacher’s publications articulate an understanding of health [...] that is linked to concepts of identity separating white upper-class German Europeans from others. [In] Hamburg [...] recent growth of the shipping industry and overt engagement of the German Empire in colonialism brought even more distant global connections to its port. For Schumacher, Hamburg’s presence in a global network meant it needed to strengthen its local identity and economy [by purposefully seeking to showcase "traditional" northern German neo-gothic brickwork while elevating local brick industry] lest it grow too far from its roots. In the case of Tropical Medicine at the ISTK, the “tropics” seemed to act as a foil for the European identity - a constructed category through which the European identity could redescribe itself by exclusion [...].

What it meant to be sick or healthy was taken up by both medicine and architecture - [...] neither in a vacuum.

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All text above by: Carrie Bly. "Mediums of Medicine: The Institute for Maritime and Tropical Diseases in Hamburg". Sick Architecture series published by e-flux Architecture. November 2020. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me. Text within brackets added by me for clarity. Presented here for commentary, teaching, criticism purposes.]

#abolition #ecology #sorry i know its long ive been looking at this in my drafts for a long long time trying to condense #but its such a rich comparison that i didnt wanna lessen the impact of blys work here #bly in 2022 did dissertation defense in architecture history and theory on political economy of steel in US in 20s and 30 #add this to our conversations about brazilian eugenics in 1930s explicitly conflating hygiene modernist architecture and white supremacy #and british tropical medicine establishment in colonial india #and US sanitation and antimosquito campaigns in 1910s panama using jim crow laws and segregation and forcibly testing local women #see chakrabartis work on tropical medicine and empire in south asia and fahim amirs cloudy swords #and greg mitmans work on connections between #US tropical medicine schools and fruit plantations in central america and US military occupation of philippines and rubber in west africa #multispecies #imperial #indigenous #colonial #landscape #temporal #see also us mosquito campaigns in panama and british urban planning in west africa and rohan deb roy work on india bengal entomology #ecologies #bugs #tidalectics #archipelagic thinking #plantations #intimacies of four continents #carceral geography

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astrolotte · 2 years

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Fritz Schmidt

April 16th, 1979 - May 3rd, 1985

Additional HCs:

-Moved to Hurricane from Germany when he was 5 -As a result, he didn't have many friends by the time of his death -Doesn't help that he barely knows English -Sort-of friends with Jeremiah before he died, but they didn't exactly understand each other... Jeremy just thought he was cool for being German -has a lazy eye- his left eye (or.. right eye, from our angle? Uh- the opposite of Foxy's eyepatch) -Speaking of Foxy.. Fritz having an eye issue was developed separately from him possessing Foxy, and is simply a coincidence, wrow. -He wears glasses to correct it. No eyepatch needed as of yet. -does NOT want an eyepatch please and thank you. He already has enough trouble making friends and is worried it'll make things worse... -Jeremy once tried to get Fritz to teach him swear words in German but he didn't know any bc he is 6 year old </3 -sidenote there are a LOT of characters who are German/of close German decent in my au wtf. Fritz Schmidt here and his parents, Matthias and Rosamund, directly from Germany. My Mrs. Afton, Lavender Schumacher, also directly from Germany, so Michael and Evan are too. Cassidy and Jeremy Fitzgerald's dad, Christoph Fitzgerald, are all of German descent... wild. Anyway. -he's a dinosaur kid. loves them. loves learning about them. big fan -he is so fucking anxious for a 6 year old. -struggles a lot due to hardly knowing English -Michael stole his name twice lmao (Fritz Smith, Mike Schmidt...) -3rd 'missing' kid, after Jeremiah but before Gabriel-All five of them are largely numb to the concept of death due to seeing it so much, so they've made a competition. -Fritz is in 3rd place, behind Susie and ahead of Gabriel

#fnaf #fnaf art #fnaf ref #fnaf redesign #five nights at freddy's #art #my art #artists on tumblr #astrozei #fnaf fritz #fritz schmidt #erm #fnaf mci #missing children incident #digital art #artist #astrolotte

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germanpostwarmodern · 9 months

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Schule Osterbrook (1929-31) in Hamburg, Germany, by Fritz Schumacher. Photo by Carl Dransfeld.

#1920s #school #brick #modernism #modernist #architecture #germany #architektur #hamburg #fritz schumacher

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kleinefreiheiten · 5 months

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09.2016 Hamburg

#photographers on tumblr #summer days #fritz schumacher #wallanlagen #hamburg #©p.mandelkow

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indiesole · 11 months

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THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN THE ENTIRE KNOWN HISTORY/COLLECTIVE CONSCIOUSNESS OF THIS WORLD! (@INDIES)

i.e. THE 236 GREATEST PERSONALITIES IN WORLD HISTORY! (@INDIES)

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Confucius

Babe Ruth

Raj Kapoor

Titian aka Tiziano Vecelli

El Greco

Francisco de Goya

Jim Carrey

Mohammad Rafi

Steffi Graf

Pele

Gustave Courbet

Rani Laxmibai of Jhansi

Milos Forman

Steve Wozniak

Georgia O’ Keeffe

Mala Sinha

Aryabhatta

Magic Johnson

Patanjali

Leo Tolstoy

Tansen

Henry Fonda

Albrecht Durer

Benazir Bhutto

Cal Ripken Jr

Samuel Goldwyn

Mumtaz (actress)

Panini

Nicolaus Copernicus

Pablo Picasso

George Clooney

Olivia de Havilland

Prem Chand

Imran Khan

Pete Sampras

Ratan Tata

Meerabai (16th c. Krishna devotee)

Queen Elizabeth II

Pope John Paul II

James Cameron

Jack Ma

Warren Buffett

Romy Schneider

C. V. Raman

Aung San Suu Kyi

Benjamin Netanyahu

Frank Capra

Michael Schumacher

Steve Forbes

Paramhansa Yogananda

Tom Hanks

Kamal Amrohi

Hans Holbein

Shammi Kapoor

Gerardus Mercator

Edith Piaf

Bhagwan Shirdi Sai Baba (Official God)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

Family Dinner

Summary: It’s Sunday night which means time for family dinner for Maverick, Iceman, Reader and the dagger squadron

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw x sister!reader

Warnings: none

word count: 2097

A/N: This is my attempt at a sequel to On the Outside Looking In, you don’t have to read it to know what is going on but it would help, not beta read

“I’m sorry, what’d you say?” Y/N pulled one of ear buds out. She had been sitting at the kitchen table, working on her homework while her dads made dinner. The dagger squadron was coming over for Sunday dinner, and her dad’s were cooking. Y/N has been working on getting to know the squadron and expressing her feelings instead of keeping in. She was also trying to get to know all the new siblings she had. So far, Y/n was closest to Fritz, which made Bradley a little jealous as he was used to being Y/N’s favorite.

“I said, can you help set the table, everyone’s gonna be arriving soon,” Maverick repeated himself, as he pulled a dish out of the oven.

“Oh yeah, sure. Do you mind if i put my things in your office,Pops? I’ll get them after dinner.”

“Sure pumpkin. Just no snooping through the papers on the desk,” ice told his daughter.

“I know. Jeez its like I havent been living with the two of you for the past 20 years,” Y/n teased as she put her things in the office. “So whats for dinner tonight?”

“Jeez, its like you should know, you’ve been sitting at the kitchen table while we’ve been making it,” Maverick responded.

Y/N grabbed the plates from her pop’s hands and moved toward the table she had just been occupying. “Hahaha your so funny. Should’ve been a comedian instead of a pilot.”

“Y’know, maybe I will do that once I retire.”

“Seriously Dad? You retiring? That’ll happen the day pigs fly and hell freezes over.”

Ice chuckled at his family. He was happy that Maverick had been, albeit not willingly, promoted to rear admiral, had accepted that position as squadron commander of the Dagger Squadron and would be around more permanently. Bradley was also back home now. He could tell the Y/N was happy about the promotion, and Bradley being home, as well. Granted, neither of them had realized that with the promotion and new squadron, Maverick would be taking in 11 stray Naval aviators. There had been a few hiccups at the start, with Y/N feeling left out of the family, but they had pushed through that.

“Back to your earlier question pumpkin,” Ice interrupted his husband and daughter’s conversations, “we’re having lasagna, salad, garlic bread and the cake that you made. Can you move the bread basket and salad bowl over to the table please?”

“That just sounds like carb overload at this point. Are you trying to put them into a food coma so that they can’t fly tomorrow? Is this your secret plan to have one day off?” Y/N asks. The doorbell rings and she moves to go answer it.

“Maybe but don’t tell any of them!” Maverick called after her. “And tell them that they can just walk into the house! They don’t have to knock every single time!”

“I will!” Y/N calls back. “Hey guys, come on in!”

Y/N moves out of the way and allows Harvard, Yale, and Fritz to enter the home.

“By the way, Dad wants me to remind yall that you don’t have to knock or ring the doorbell, you can just walk right in. Where’s everyone else?”

“They should be right behind us. We all left at the same time,” Fritz tells her. She gives him a quick hug and lets all of them into the house. “So how have all of you been?”

“Just trying to survive training with Maverick. I mean how is he so good at his age?” Yale responds. They all walk into the kitchen to help finish setting up the diner table. Everyone greets each other.

“Dad fought for a long time to keep his wings. It’s why he’s only just now a rear admiral, kept turning them down to keep flying,” she puts one of the salad bowls on the table, “I’ve been in the backseat, while he flew and I don't think I’ve ever been more scared. He is fearless and I can’t imagine training with him.”

“Oh, did he also get you up in an f-18? I heard he did with penny too,” says Harvard. The front door opens and closes.

“I would’ve ground his ass faster than he could say F-18,” Iceman says.

“Who's getting grounded?” a voice asks. Everyone turns and there stands Hangman, bob, Phoenix and Coyote. They all greet everyone.

“Me, if I took Y/N up in an F-18. I never did but I have thought about it,” Maverick tells the group. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They were pulling up as we were walking in, so should be in any-” Phoenix starts but is interrupted by the front door opening and closing.

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On the Outside looking in (p.2)

Summary: It’s been 17 years since Bradley left but he’s back now and he’s brought the newly formed dagger squadron with him. But Y/n is starting to feel left out

Relationship: IceMav x Daughter!Reader, Bradley Bradshaw xx sister!reader

Warnings: a lot of angst

word count: 2,474

A/N: Here it is the final part. I tried to make this as angsty as possible

Tag: @luckyladycreator2 @daughterofthereaper02 @shakespear-picaso-lovechild

Part 1

To Iceman and Maverick, 17 years passed by in a blur. They watched their little girl grow up right before their eyes into a strong, confident young lady. Y/N was 21 now and was working her way through college. She continued to live at home with her fathers, while attending a community college. They watched her go through kindergarten to middle school to high school, through friends, phases and boyfriends. In turn Y/N watched her papa rise through the ranks. All the way up to Commander of the Pacific fleet, while her Dad stayed a captain. She was by their side when DADT got overturned, thanks to her fathers, and was standing right next to them when they got married. She was there when her papa got throat cancer. She remembers doing her homework, while he went through chemotherapy. She was always proud of them and happy to be able to call them her fathers. But all three of them always felt like something, or rather, someone was missing.

Iceman kept tabs on Bradley. He always knew where he was and how he was progressing through his Navy career. Iceman updated Maverick about Bradley all the time, and informed him that Bradley was still able to follow his dreams of becoming a Naval Aviator, even though Maverick had pulled Bradley’s application to the Naval Academy with Iceman’s help.

However, Iceman was a known puppet master, and had concocted a plan to get Bradley and Maverick back in the same place and to get them talking. He only hoped that the actual mission and the side mission would both be a success.

The uranium plant mission had been a success. Everyone had returned home safely and alive. Of course there were a few hiccups along the way but everything had worked out in the end. Iceman’s side mission of getting Bradley and Maverick to reunite and talk also worked.

Bradley was now home, permanently. With Iceman setting up the Dagger Squad as a permanent squadron, Iceman and Maverick found that they now had 13 children. They went from one to thirteen in a short amount of time. However, there was trouble brewing.

Y/N didn’t know if her fathers actively knew what they were doing or not. With Bradley returning, and all these new aviators that her fathers decided to adopt, Y/N felt like she was being pushed aside. She felt like she was being replaced.

It had started off small. Some nights, some of the aviators might join them for dinner, or family dinners were cut short by Maverick running off saying that someone needed him for something. Then it soon became plans that Y/N had set with her fathers were getting canceled so they could go hang with the Dagger Squadron. Y/N could slowly feel herself being pushed out of the family. She was happy for her fathers. They finally had Bradley back and more kids that they could relate to but it hurt.

Anytime she was asked how she felt, Y/N would put on a brave face, give the person that asked a smile, and tell them that she was fine. If her fathers were happy, she was happy, even if it hurt her.

But Bradley could tell that something was wrong. He always knew. Even if he hadn’t seen or talked to Y/N in years, he knew her too well sometimes. The smile would never quite fully reach her eyes, when everyone was over. She would always look just slightly annoyed with everyone. He tried talking to her about it. Multiple times. The first time was when they had a giant discussion about everything that had occured over the 17 years that Bradley had missed. Even though Y/N had sent him letters, he had thrown them out, still too angry to even read them. He regrets that decision.

Y/N continued keeping her feelings to herself.

“If my fathers are happy then I am happy.” She repeated over and over to herself. It became her little mantra. It wasn’t healthy for her but she didn’t care.

“Why don’t you try sitting down with us and having an actual conversation to get to know everyone?” Bradley had asked Y/N one night, when all 12 aviators were over. When Y/N saw that , she ran straight to her room, too tired to deal with the boundless energy they all had, even though they were all older than her.

“I’ve tried that Bradley. But all you guys talk about is flying,” Y/n responded.

“No we don't. We talk about other stuff.”

“Fine. All you talk about is flying and then inside jokes. Which I don’t understand. It’s hard to be involved in a conversation when you don’t actually know what's going on. I mean, why sit there and not understand a single thing that’s being said, when I can easily just sit in my room and do my own thing. Besides, it's not like anybody notices if I’m there or not.”

“What do you mean by that, squirt?” Squirt. The nickname that Bradley had given Y/N before he left. It had been a long time since anyone had called her that.

“It doesn't matter.” Y/N sighed. “Just go back downstairs. They're probably wondering where you're at.”

Bradley started heading towards the door to leave. “They’re wondering where your at too, y’know?” He walked out of Y/N’s bedroom and went to join the others.

“No, they aren’t,” Y/N whispered to herself. She went back to doing her homework.

Y/N kept her mouth shut about her feelings, and continued telling everyone that she was fine and happy with all the new siblings.

Soon, Y/N couldn't keep her feelings locked away anymore and she would let them all out.

It all happened one evening. Y/N had been gone since 7 am, rushing to her classes for the day and then off to the diner she was a waitress at. It wa nearing 10 pm and Y/N just wanted to go straight to her room and stariaght to bed. She was exhausted.

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Peace and Quiet

Summary: Your exhausted but you also want to spend some time with your boys

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangman x gn!reader

Warnings: none, this is just a lot of fluff

Word Count: 598

A/N: I havent written a fic since like 2018/2019 so please be nice to me. This is heavily insired by @daughterofthereaper02 and her work. I don’t own these characters and please don’t steal my work

You didn’t know who or what to blame for your exhaustion. You could blame the full moon that was happening tonight. You could blame the fact that all the students in your classes today were rambunctious and couldn’t sit still. You could blame the fact that you were up late unpacking box after box, trying to get moved into your new home with your boyfriends. You tried to find a reason for your exhaustion but there were just too many to count. Even though you could feel the exhaustion sitting in your bones, you still joined your boyfriends out for a night at The Hard Deck. Having not seen them, in what felt like weeks due to busy schedules, you’d take any chance to see them.

“You doin’ alright, sugar?” Jake asked you. The two of you had been playing pool against each other but you were struggling. Jake had noticed pretty quickly. So had Bradley and so had Bob. The three of them always seemed to notice when something was wrong.

“Yeah,” you give him a soft smile, “but I think I’m gonna get another drink. Can you step in for me Bradley, please?”

“Of course, darling,” he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, and you passed the pool cue off to him. You stopped by Bob, sitting on a bar stool watching the pool table and having a conversation with Phoenix, and asked if he or Phoenix needed anything. You got their drink orders, and a refill of peanuts for Bob, before making your way over to the bar.

Returning to the pool area you pass off the drinks to everyone, before slotting yourself between Bob’s legs, his arms wrapped around your waist, as he continues his conversation with Phoenix. Your back presses against his chest, as you feel yourself relax into his embrace.

“You alright there, sweetheart?” he mumbles quietly in your ear.

“Yeah. Just tired that’s all,” you respond before stealing some peanuts out of the cup in front of you. He nods his head in response and gives you a quick kiss on the side of your head before returning to the conversation. You closed your eyes, laid your head back on his shoulder, let out a deep sigh and relaxed even more into Bob’s arms.

Bradley nudged Jake’s ribs, stopping him from lining up the shot he was just about to take.

“What-” Jake started saying before Bradley cut him off and pointed towards Bob and you. Both you and Bob were enjoying the quietness of each other’s company. The two men smiled at the two of you fondly. They wished they could freeze the moment and stay there forever. It was as close to perfect as they could get right now.

Bradley and Jake were finishing up round two of their pool game, when Bob got their attention. He jerked his head towards the door, a subtle hint, asking if they were ready to go. You were practically falling asleep in Bob’s arms and the boys all agreed it was time to go home.

“You ready to go sweetheart?” Bob softly asked. You opened your eyes and saw your boys all staring at you. You nodded your head and moved out of Bob’s arms. Jake wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you out the front door, with Bradley and Bob following behind you. As you walked to the car, you felt Jake give you a gentle kiss on your forehead. You gave him a soft smile. You were very happy and content and ready to go to bed.

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On the Outside looking in (p.1)

Summary: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky and Pete “Maverick” Mitchell love both their kids but sometimes one gets pushed to the side

Relationship: IceMav x daughter!Reader

Warnings: none that I can think but if there is some just let me know

word count: 433

A/N: This is part one just to set up for everything that happens in part 2 and also i wanted to get this out for everyone. This is also posted over on my AO3 account

Edit here is part 2

Tom “Iceman” Kazansky. Pete “Maverick” Mitchell. Wingman, husbands, and great fathers to Bradley and their daughter, Y/N. Bradley came into Maverick and Iceman’s care, when he was 10 years old, after his mother had passed away from breast cancer. 5 years later, little Y/N, who was only a year old at the time, came into their care after her mother, Sarah, who was Ice’s sister, and Y/N’s dad passed away in a freak car accident.

They did the best they could at raising Bradley and Y/N. Sometimes it was difficult, since there was a 14 year age gap between the two of them but they made it work. Bradley adored Y/N and Y/N adored Bradley. Even though there was a 14 year age gap, they were as close as siblings could be.

That all changed when Y/N was 4, and Bradley was 18.

All Y/N could remember from that night was loud voices, yelling from downstairs, slamming doors and then quiet. She crept out of her room towards the stairwell that overlooked the living room. She watched as her two fathers silently hugged each other. She could hear sniffling, and they were talking in hushed whispers.

“Dada? Papa?” Her soft voice cried out. Both men turned to look up at their daughter. Mavericks eyes were red and puffy. He quickly wiped his cheeks

“Y/N. Pumpkin you should be in bed,” Iceman, her papa, called up to her.

“Couldn’t sleep. Too loud. Where Bradley?” She replied.

Maverick and Iceman looked at each other, wondering what to tell their daughter. A few moments passed, silently. A silent conversation happened between the two wingmen. At last they had come to a decision. Iceman turned and made his way up the stairs towards his daughter. Maverick moved out of the living room and to his and Ice’s shared bedroom.

“Where Bradly?” Y/N asked again, as her papa picked her up and carried her back to her room. “Why Dada sad? Are you sad?”

“Bradley had to leave. He and Dada got into an argument, that's all. Nothing to worry about,” Ice quickly told her. He laid her on the bed and pulled the covers over her body.

“Be back?” she asked him.

“He’ll be back soon, pumpkin. He just needs some time to himself. He’ll be back soon. Okay?” Iceman tells his daughter.

“Okay. Goodnight papa.”

“Goodnight pumpkin.” He kissed her forehead goodnight, and left Y/N’s bedroom.

Bradley didn’t come back the next night. Or the night after that. He wouldn’t return for another 17 years.

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My #1 post of 2022

Complete

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, or sometimes multiple. But you will never feel complete until you have met all of your soulmates. It can sometimes take years to meet them, especially if you have multiple soulmate.

Relationship: Bob x Rooster x Hangma x gn!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 3075

A/n: This is only my second attempt at writing top gun fanfic so please be nice. Again this is heavily inspired by @daughterofthereaper02 her works are absolutely amazing and you should go check them out

You were lucky to grow up in a world with soulmates. Someone, or multiple someones, were destined to love you forever. A majority of people had only one, some had two but even rarer were the ones with three soulmates. You fell into the last category. When you were thirteen years old, three names appeared on your rib cage, one right after another. Jake Seresin. Bradley Bradshaw. Robert Floyd. The three people that were meant to love you unconditionally. Your mother and father commented on how lucky you are to have three soulmates. They also told you that now begins the hard part. The waiting. Waiting to meet each and every single one of them. Your parents told you that you would never feel complete until you had met all three. Even if you had met two of them, it would never feel right until all three of you were together. Your parents also reminded you that there was a chance for one or all of them to die before you even met. If that were the case, their names would burn off your body and all that would be left would be a scar to remind you of what could have been. While you didn’t want to think about worst case scenarios, that little tidbit of information was always there in the back of your mind.

While some people actively searched for their soulmates, you choose not to. It would happen when it was supposed to happen. You weren’t going to force it.

You met Bradley Bradshaw first. You both met in college, in your shared Spanish 101 class. It was the first day of classes and you two had sat right next to each other. It was as cheesy and cliche as one could get. The professor had told everyone to turn to their table partners and introduce themselves to each other.

“These are going to be your partners for every group project and lesson going forward. Better to introduce and get to know each other now, rather than later. And who knows some of you might be soulmates,” the professor had said. You gently smiled at the last statement, deep down hoping that it would be true.

“Bradley Bradshaw,” the man sitting next to you said. Your eyes widened and you turned towards your table partner. He had brown eyes, dark curly hair, and the beginnings of a mustache growing on his upper lip.

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?” you asked.

“Uhm, Bradley Bradshaw? “ It came out more like a question. “It’s my name.”

You gave him a soft smile, and extended your hand out towards him.

“Y/N Y/L/N”

He returned the smile.

That was the start of everything. After that fateful class was over, the two of you spent the rest of the day getting to know each other. You learned that he wanted to be a naval aviator, like his father and that something had happened between Bradley and his uncle to cause him to not get into the Naval Academy. You told him that you were a history major and that you wanted to teach just like your mother had done. You shared likes and dislikes with him, hopes and dreams, and what you feared. You two told each other everything. The two of you even spent time speculating about the other two names, Jake Seresin and Robert Floyd, that were tattooed onto your skin.

The years went by and soon you both were graduating college. After college, he would be going off to flight school. Even with the setback from his uncle, Bradley had still made it into the Navy and was on his way to becoming a naval aviator just like his father. You would follow Bradley to Pensacola, Florida while he attended flight school and you had accepted a job as a teacher for the high school on base. The perks of being a soulmate to someone in the military, you could stay on base with them. Neither of you were expecting to meet your second soulmate while in Pensacola.

It happened while you were on your lunch break. The students were all at lunch and you had a free period. Sometimes students would wander in and ask questions about homework assignments or use your classroom as a quiet place to study but today it was just you, and you embraced the silence.

Buzz Buzz Buzz Buzz

Your phone would not stop buzzing. The screen kept lighting up with notifications. All were texts from Bradley.

Bradley: I’ve met him

Bradley: Jake Seresin

Bradley: He’s a cocky asshole. Thinks he's better than everyone.

Bradley: But he is also very good looking

Bradley: He asked if I had met you or Robert yet. I told him that I met you but not robert. I also told him that you were here on base with me.

Bradley: He also hasn’t met Robert yet. He wants to meet you.

Bradley: I told him he can come over after training today.

You: Oh wow, sounds like you had an interesting day. I’ll make sure there's enough food for dinner tonight to feed all three of us.

You: I’m nervous to meet Jake. What if he doesn’t like me?

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