#gonna blame that on the covid

[indycar-series]

QUICK FACTS: Mid-Ohio Sports Car Course (ARCHIVE)

Round 9 of the NTT INDYCAR Series Championship.

Nicknames: Mid-Ohio

Location: Lexington, Ohio, USA

Track Type: Road Course

Track Length: 2.258 miles/3.634 km

Number of Turns: 13 (8R, 5L)

Year of First Race: 1980

INDYCAR Lap Record: 1:05.2600 (Will Power, 2016)

Winner's Farthest Start: 13th (Graham Rahal, 2015)

Defending Winner: Josef Newgarden

Previous Winners: Johnny Rutherford (1980), Teo Fabi (1983, 1989), Mario Andretti (1984), Bobby Rahal (1985, 1986), Roberto Guerrero (1987), Emerson Fittipaldi (1988, 1992, 1993), Michael Andretti (1990, 1991), Al Unser Jr (1994, 1995), Alex Zanardi (1996, 1997), Adrian Fernandez (1998), Juan Pablo Montoya (1999), Helio Castroneves (2000, 2001), Patrick Carpentier (2002), Paul Tracy (2003), Scott Dixon (2007, 2009, 2011, 2012, 2014, 2019), Ryan Briscoe (2008) Dario Franchitti (2010), Charlie Kimball (2013), Graham Rahal (2015), Simon Pagenaud (2016), Josef Newgarden (2017, 2021), Alexander Rossi (2018), Will Power (2020), Colton Herta (2020)

Event Name: Honda Indy 200 at Mid-Ohio

Event Dates: Friday July 1 - Sunday July 3, 2022

Race Distance: 180.64 miles/290.71 km

Lap Count: 80

Weekend Schedule:

Practice 1: Friday @ 3:30 pm EDT (7:30 pm UTC)

Practice 2: Saturday @ 9:30 am EDT (1:30 pm UTC)

Quali R1G1: Saturday @ 2:45 pm EDT (6:45 pm UTC)

Quali R1G2: Saturday @ 3:05 pm EDT (7:05 pm UTC)

Quali R2: Saturday @ 3:25 pm EDT (7:25 pm UTC)

Firestone Fast 6: Saturday @ 3:45 pm EDT (7:45 pm UTC)

Final Warmup: Sunday @ 9:45 am EDT (1:45 pm UTC)

Race: Sunday @ 12:45 pm EDT (4:45 pm UTC)

[puppyguppy]

"Okay everyone, in your seats and settle down."

They weren't particularly rambunctious today. They, as in the class. It was the middle of the week, and thus far, nothing notably catastrophic or dramatic had happened. Not that Hitoshi often added to the noise in the classroom or anything; not outside of the occasional, quiet quip when a conversation was just too hard to resist. Today however, he sat silently in his seat, ready for whatever fresh sort of hell their sensei had planned for them. It was always something.

He considered this class his special class, therefore, treated them as such. Which...wasn't always a good thing.

"Shinsou."

Hitoshi blinked and lifted his gaze up from where it'd drifting, somewhere between his desk and the floor. Caught off guard from being called out, he subconsciously sat up a little straighter.

"Sir?"

"You know the rules," Aizawa sighed, with the weight of a thousand lives and previously uttered reprimands. "No support gear or costumes in the classroom."

Fuck.

Hitoshi glanced down at the capture weapon weaved snuggly around his neck. "But sir, isn't part of being a hero always being prepared?" He hoped he sounded innocent enough, and not too suspicious. Or catty. Or sarcastic, like was often his default.

At the front of the classroom, Aizawa shifted his weight in a way that somehow translated perfectly into 'unimpressed'.

"Though correct," He started, tone strained and clipped. "None of you are heroes yet. And there's no reason, nor enough space, for costumes and support gear in this room. Could you imagine if Bakugou had to take notes with his gauntlets on?" Some of his classmates laughed, and Hitoshi heard Bakugou click his tongue off to the side of him. "So, if you'd please, take it off."

Fuck, fuck.

"You're wearing yours, Sensei."

Oh, fuck.

The air between them snapped like a pencil.

"Yes. Because I am a hero. And it is my duty to protect all of you if something were to happen. And in no way is my own capture weapon impeding my ability to learn. I already know everything that I am teaching. So. I won't ask again."

Hitoshi was starting to sweat. And not because it was hot in the classroom, or because he was wearing layers or anything, but between the glare his teacher was giving him, and the eyes he could feel on him from all around the room, and the eyes he could feel on him from right beside him, challenging him --

"Mr. Aizawa, please. Don't you and I have training after class? Can't I just keep it on for -"

"Won't have to worry about training if I send you to the principal's office."

Hitoshi winced. Flinched.

Closed his eyes and sucked in a breath. Well...this sucked.

This was embarrassing.

But, it wasn't worth risking expulsion.

So, with his eyes still closed, he reached his hands up under his capture weapon and quickly shoved it over his head, only opening his eyes to make sure he didn't miss when shucking it down into his bag.

There was about two beats of silence before the classroom exploded.

There were hoots from one end of the room, and hollers from the other. A wolf whistle here and there, amidst various forms of laughter and raunchy comments, questions. Hitoshi wanted to brainwash the whole room. He wanted to run.

He wanted to turn around and flip off the smug bastard sitting beside him -- the smug bastard that'd caused this. The state of the classroom. The state of his neck.

Bakugou fucking Katsuki.

Sure, maybe things wouldn't be so bad if it was just a hickey. Or maybe even two. Hell, even a single handprint could be explained as a sparring session gone too far. But his neck looked like a fucking nebula. Bruised and burned and swollen all around, in a way that Hitoshi had maybe asked for, because he'd been dumb enough to think he at least had his capture weapon to hide it.

"Enough."

Aizawa had a hand on his face, fingers switching between rubbing his eyes and pinching his nose. Gods, he was screwed. At least everyone seemed to listen to him well....enough. As well as they could, considering the scene that'd just unfolded in front of them. Hell, Hitoshi couldn't blame any of them. It wasn't like he'd be able to keep his mouth shut over something like that.

He just hoped Aizawa wouldn't bring it back up again later during training. He could handle his classmates, just barely. But sensei?

--

"Shinsou, a moment, please."

For the second time during today's lesson, Hitoshi flinched.

No dice.

Everyone else had more or less left, just a couple of stragglers still stuffing their bags and waiting around for friends. Bakugou hadn't even bothered to wait for him, the bastard.

Aizawa didn't bother saying anything more until they were completely alone, and when he did, he leaned heavily back into his chair with a sigh.

"He's got a mouth on him, doesn't he?"

Hitoshi blinked.

There was no way he knew who -- they weren't even really a thing -- they couldn't be that obvious --

"Sir?"

Aizawa chuckled and then smirked; the expression tired and lopsided and full of things Hitoshi didn't yet know. It was the kind of expression he wished he could brainwash himself into forgetting every time.

Aizawa then reached up to his own capture weapon, where he weaved a few fingers between the lengths of the cloth, separated the folds, and then tugged down. The action exposed his neck, a few inches of what should have been fairly pale skin; but instead, the skin there pink. Pink, and purple, and a little yellow around the edges, and almost black in spots that looked like perfectly straight, perfectly placed teeth and -- oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

What the fuck.

A hundred questions flew though his mind. A hundred images, a hundred fantasies. But, he shook them from his head as best he could, and swallowed them down with saliva suddenly thick with want. He wanted to know. Wanted to see. Wanted to feel. Wanted to taste.

"You --" He started, swallowed again, then stopped. "He --" Again, he stopped, because he could no longer control whatever the fuck came out of his mouth. Jealousy was taking over his cognitive skills, while curiosity was taking over his motor controls.

"Mm," Aizawa hummed, as if he understood any of Hitoshi's aborted accusations. "Sometimes, when he earns it."

How do I earn it?

Aizawa then stood up and made to leave the classroom, but stopped to rest a hot, hot hand on Hitoshi's shoulder.

"I'll see you later for training, Shinsou."

[phoenixonwheels]

Me: (talking to a friend in the UK) “So… I hear NHS doctors with Long Covid are suing the NHS. Does that mean they’re actually masking in medical facilities over there?”

Friend: “I spent the entire weekend at the hospital because (relative) had a stroke and I saw exactly one doctor wearing a mask.”

Me: . . .

[redlegumes]

Close up of my Week Four @eddiemonth comic, last page last panel but with .°˖✧sparkles✧˖°.

Full Comic

[blujayonthewing]

my body for no fucking reason:

[weezeryuri]

irl mom nonsense

need to explain this absolute bullshit situation with my moms job. so she’s worked in the same place for 13 years and when we moved a state over and the commute became an hour but she didn’t she a reason to quit. the commute and hours are so long that i never see her awake

so like the funny part is we have enough money put away to survive if we were to temporarily lose a source of income for a few months but she refuses to even open up indeed and make a fucking account.

she has missed 6 of my birthdays over this job. she has left me alone and scared when i was deeply sick over this job. i’ve gone months without grocery shopping. i have lost so many opportunities because of this fucking place that she dickrides like a rodeo show for NO REASON

we’ve talked about this hundreds of times and she never gives me a real reason why she won’t quit. no money problems no legal issues nothing standing in the way of looking at job listings. i’ve sobbed to her that i feel like she’s trying to leave me to rot and that i’m already insecure about how my family feels about me

but currently she’s “considering” quitting because she got written up. she only made a step when things got bad enough to affect her personally. i’ve already said point blank to her face that leaving me alone and never taking me to the doctor or out to do fun shit is going to kill me.

like i have antibiotics stashed in my room because of this cuz if i get a cyst (chronic issues w those) she’ll wait until i’m limping from the infection to take me to urgent care. i’ve said every combination of words possible to try and convince her to care and begin the process of finding a new employer

i really truly don’t want this shit to get to the point i’m forced to contact adult protective services or have to be institutionalized again. i’m so tired man i’m so so so so so so tired and i want to hide my face in someone’s chest and just sob for hours while they hold me i’m so fucking tired of dealing with the same shit every goddamn day of her promising me shit and then never going thru with it.

“maybe you’re asking too much of her” i wanted her to go on short walks with me in the morning to begin readjusting to being outside. just like 15 minutes in the morning around the block. i can’t even have that

[soulmvtes]

i feel like this encapsulates the state of the country rn

[lifblogs]

Autoimmune disorder kept me up. Nice.

[grumpyoldsnake]

Been feeling actively ill whenever I’m even vaguely sleep deprived or tired all this past week, which, uh.

It makes for an unfortunate combo with the current fresh round of hyperfocus. >_>

[asofterepilogue]

contrary to popular belief, wearing a mask indoors is NOT too big a sacrifice when the goal is to avoid spreading and getting a virus that can and does ruin lives. "it's just the flu" 1) it's not 2) I don't want the flu either. the fact that we didn't use to wear masks doesn't mean we shouldn't now. I promise we will all survive putting a piece of cloth over our mouth and nose a few hours a day, even if it's for the rest of our lives. it definitely beats dealing with chronic health issues.

[orlamccools]

bitches will be like "i dont have an unhealthy work life balance!" until they dont have work for four (4) days and start rearranging their furniture and alphabetizing their books bc otherwise they would tear their hair out of their skull (i am indeed bitches)

[alarrytale]

https://www.tumblr.com/alarrytale/732687267255222272/hi-marte-im-a-new-fan-from-2020-onwards-and-i

Nick went to his first solo show in London in 2017 at the garage and then to the London shows 2017 and also to the bigger tour 2018 both London shows and was standing with Anne and Gemma. He also did that Manchester special (2017) with him where he did songs and talked about Dunkirk. Nick did that dreaded heart monitor thing with him which had only one purpose, to introduce the new stunt in 2017. but Nick never interacted with C and also went to different shows as her and they never hung out or anything

Yeah, you're right! Totally forgot about that heart monitor interview. Nick hasn't gone to any LOT shows has he?

[iwatcheditbegin]

I miss attending concerts when people knew how to behave

[rimouskis]

so you're telling me a metalcore band booked stage ae and then because a bunch of young fans have been flocking to this band bc of tiktok a fight broke out in the pit. because people new to the genre don't yet know how to act in mosh pits. which are now happening at stage ae I guess. ok!

[micamicster]

I should be either writing or chart rounding on tomorrows patients but instead i am 4 episodes into kinnporsche

[orcelito]

Great to know my mind can still break by someone standing a Little too close to me for a Little too long