#i go back to singapore on sunday so

[f0point5]

Did Max’s P2 mean that Emilia didn’t make to Miami since crazy stuff happens when she isn’t at the race? (I mean I consider it pretty crazy that Max didn’t win)

As a consolation prize could we get Max and Emilia being domestic? Would love to see them just going on their normal life and being in love 🥺

I am sooo sorry this took so long! I went through an inspiration drought after Miami but I am BACK! I’m sorry this didn’t end up being a comfort post-Miami but I hope you like it anyway!!!

Edit: you know what, in my head she was in Miami because honestly I think she and Max would be really happy about Lando’s win. I don’t think they’d take it anywhere near as hard as Max fans lol. He’s their son, they love him.

✨Set between the China and Miami GPs ✨

I (vow) I (will) always be yours

Quiet Sundays in your household are a rarity. If it’s not a race, it’s an event, or time spent on a plane to get to the factory for some work. But not today.

Today Max was woken at nearly midday by Jimmy standing on his head instead of his alarm. He’d had a leisurely breakfast with you out on the terrace. Now, he was practicing for his upcoming sim race while you went through the kitchen cupboards to make a shopping list.

He turned around in his sim rig to sneak a glance at you. Max never lied when he told you that you looked incredible at all the events you went to. He still loses his breath every time he sees you dressed to the nines in haute couture, his palms still sweat and he still never quite feels worthy, because who could be. But he never loves looking at you more than when you’re home, not bothering with anything but your own comfort.

Now, wearing just that Alpha Tauri hoodie that you’d been stealing from him forever, hair in a ponytail, holding a lemon so overripe it looked like a lime, he falls even more in love with you.

He smiles to himself as he turns back to the sim and starts a new lap around Spa.

“Hypothetical question,” you call out to him, just as he gets to turn 1. Typical. Max credits you with the fact that he’s able to watch the race even while driving it, because he’s so used to distractions at home.

“No,” he replies immediately, because he knows where this is going. “I wouldn’t love you if you are going to be a beetle or a worm or something,”

“Firstly, that’s really bold of you to say after I loved you through the haircut in Singapore,”

“Oh my God,” he groans. He swears he’s forgotten everything about that weekend except the unfortunate haircut, because you never mentioned the race since. But the haircut, that’s haunted him ever since.

“Kafka had nothing on that haircut, that was an assassination attempt,” you say behind him.

“What is a Kafka?” Max asks as he bounces over a curb. The chair shakes a little bit.

Your bare legs appear in Max’s periphery and he allows himself one glance as you perch on the mini fridge next to his trophy.

“You know, like the book, Metamorphosis?” You explain, tapping your pencil against the notepad. “Because the guy turns into a giant beetle and his whole family turns on him,”

“No,” Max replies, already thoroughly disgusted. “What the fuck is that?”

“Max, I know you didn’t go to school but the internet is free,”

“I’m not going to spend my time reading about a human beetle,” he scoffs, a shiver rolling through him as his nose wrinkles. If this is what it takes to be educated, he’s glad he’s just fast. “What was your question,”

“It’s-“ you stop, and he lifts his foot off the throttle. “Oh, should we get some Chablis?”

“Why?”

“For when you’re dad comes on Tuesday,”

“My dad’s not coming on Tuesday,”

“Yes, he is,” you insist, and Max wonders how you would know that if he didn’t. “Isn’t he?”

Max pauses his lap, which he knows is basically fucked, and turns to face you. “I thought your dad was coming on Tuesday,”

He watches as your expression sours instantly. “Great, so one bad tempered European man who lives vicariously through his child is going to show up on Tuesday evening, we just don’t know which one of us he’s related to,” you roll your eyes, and Max reaches over to squeeze your knee. “I’ll text my dad and check,”

You pull your phone out of the hoodie pocket and begin to tap away. Max considers restarting his lap but thinks before of it.

“So, your hypothetical?” He prompts, his hand sliding towards the inside of your thigh.

“One second,” You say, scrolling. “Hm.” Maybe you don’t even notice you do it, but your eyes flicker up to Max for a split second as your tongue glides over your canine. Sassy does that right before she hisses at him.

“What?” Max asks, squeezing your leg to get your attention.

“Apparently we’re never getting married,” you say, finally looking up at him with a blank stare.

He hedges his bets, stuttering out a quiet, “huh?”

“‘Fans of F1’s most famous couple may have wait for a wedding, as Verstappen stresses he is in no hurry to tie the knot’,” you recite, reading from your phone.

Max rolls his eyes. As much as he tries to avoid answering questions about your relationship, he can’t dodge all of them. Every now and again he’s advised to feed the animals. And this is what they do with whatever he says - twist it into something only vaguely resembling what he meant.

He’s about to laugh when he notices the way you’re looking at your phone. Your lips are pursed as you scroll studiously. You cross one leg over the other, forcing Max to move his hand.

“So what?” Max asks, scrutinising your face. “Are you in a hurry?”

You lock your phone and toss it towards the couch. “Nope.”

“So, what’s the problem?” He asks, craning his head to catch your eye but you stand up and walk out of view.

“I didn’t say there was a problem,” you call flippantly, your voice getting further away.

Max may be a little bit clueless, but he knows you well enough to know there absolutely is a problem.

“No, you never say that,” he says, climbing out of his sim rig as you sit down on the couch. “You just disappear and don’t talk to me and then I have to run around a city trying to find you-“

“One time,” you say with a roll of your eyes.

“Four times,” Max corrects, ready to start listing them.

“Oh, so that’s why you don’t want to marry me?”

“When did I say-“

Max stops himself because he can hear his voice rising to a hoarse squeak. He doesn’t really understand how you got there. But then he looks at you, sitting cross legged on the couch, picking at your freshly manicured nails as if they’ve personally offended you, and he remembers that in an uncharacteristic lack of self awareness, you still think he holds even a single card in this game.

He’ll never understand what it is that makes you think that there’s a future for him without you in it, because there isn’t and there never has been. But, to paraphrase some writer you love, he’s not meant to understand, he’s just meant to love you. Which he does. Enough to know that you hate feeling like the person who cares more.

You move when he sits beside you, scrambling to the corner of the couch and stretching out perpendicular to Max, which makes him sigh. You pick up your phone and start scrolling, not even acknowledging his presence.

“To be clear,” Max says pointedly, “I didn’t mean I didn’t want to get married. I just meant it’s not…” he chews his lip, choosing his next words carefully. “I will spend the rest of my life with you anyway, right? So I can get married to you tomorrow or in ten years, it doesn’t matter to me,”

You don’t say anything to this, but you do put down your phone to cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, maybe it should. It is a legally binding contract, you know. Once you sign on it, you can’t get rid of me,” you tease, nudging his thigh with your foot. Max smiles ruefully; despite your sing-song tone, the thought even entering your mind makes him uncomfortable.

“I haven’t been able to get rid of you in twenty-six years,” he says, taking the way you’re fighting a smile as his cue to come closer. He shift himself onto the couch as crawls over you, one arm on the back of the couch to trap you while the other moves your legs apart so he slot between them. “And I haven’t wanted to. A piece of paper isn’t going to change that. But if it will that even more obvious to you then we can do it soon. If you want we can do it in the Vegas paddock for all I care,” he punctuates each couple of words with kisses pressed to your cheek, jaw, and finally your neck, which he nips at playfully as you squirm under him.

“Okay, slow down please,” you chide, pushing Max away from you, but when he pulls away he can see you’re smiling. “We don’t even know if we’re going to be together by November,”

Max snorts at that. “No, you’re right,” he says, fighting a smile as you shift in your seat so that you can lean against him.

He puts his arm around you and you spot in under it, resting your head against his chest. Even shielded from the sun as you are, the golden light seems to find you. You just glow.

“Okay, are you allowed to eat cheesecake this week? Because I’m not going to buy one if you just-“

“Wait,” Max interrupts. “What was your hypothetical question?”

You chuckle sheepishly as you glance up at him. “Oh, it was, if I disappeared how long would you wait for me before moving on,”

“Three days,” Max answers, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Because after three days either someone is going to return you because you’re so annoying, or you’re dead and there’s no point waiting,”

“You know, when you finally, and I quote, get around, to asking me to marry you, I’m going to say no,” you tell him, slapping at his stomach.

He catches your hand and entwines your fingers, lifting your hand to his lips. “Don’t worry, by the time I get around to it you won’t remember this conversation,”

“True,” you shrug, resting your notepad on his thigh while you scribble down bresaola. “You don’t even have a ring and that’ll take at least a year to find,”

Even with your head leaning on his chest you didn’t notice Max’s involuntary jerk. Quick reaction time saved his ass again.

Max isn’t good at lying. History has proven that. But he was good at omitting. There is always a small part of him that felt bad when he kept secrets from you, and now is the same. He always dealt with it by promising himself he’d tell you whatever it was when the time was right. He knows that now is not the time for you to know what you’d find if you went into the safe at his dad’s house. What’s been sitting there since the 4th January. You’ll know eventually.

So all he says is, “yeah,” with a gentle smile. “At least a year.”

[gaslysgirl]

okayyy younger reader with carlos after the win?? maybe she was a bit inexperienced when they first started dating idk… but after the win she’s like worshipping him almost and it’s not something she usually does bc he normally has to coax her and comfort her while she’s in these vulnerable positions but after singapore she’s just immediately on her knees and saying the most vile things to him. thought about this too much sunday night 😵‍💫

He'd be baffled but he'd be sooo into it

"Baby..." Carlos mutters to slow you down as he barely passes the threshold of the hotel room, and you already have his back pressed to the door and your fingers are tugging on his belt while you sink to your knees. "What's wrong?" you ask innocently, looking up at him while your hand palms him through his jeans. "I just want your cock in my mouth because I'm so proud of you," you hum. Carlos' eyebrow rises with slight surprise, lips forming a grin as he caresses your face. "Is that right?" he replies, and you nod confidently, slipping your fingers into his underwear, your lips pressing to his lower abdomen, tongue licking the v-lines that lead you to the edge of the waistband of his boxers.

You gnaw at your bottom lip at the sight of his cock slapping up against his body, the tip a little slick with pre-cum. He felt heavy on your tongue as you stuck it out, licking the head before sliding it down to his balls. Carlos cursed under his breath as he watched you take him into his mouth, your lips and tongue feeling soft and heavenly around him. His size makes you gag, but you continue, appreciating when he takes your hair into his fist and starts guiding you up and down his cock. Carlos' grunts and moans start to fill the room, blending with the soft gagging sounds, the sounds of your lips and tongue working his cock, wet squelching of your hands.

Your hand kept stroking him as you pulled back for air, looking up at your boyfriend, who turned into a panting mess. "Are you going to cum?" you ask. "Fuck, yes," Carlos groans. "Right here?" you continue, sticking your tongue out again, which was enough to send him right over the edge.

[zot3-flopped]

Reading that article from the sunday times and just gagging:

"Upstairs, in a corner room, was where she asked for three books to be read and five songs to be played to her every night",

"According to family friends they drove a Chevrolet Suburban — an SUV fit for the secret service — sent Christmas cards showing their impressive holidays and brought their daughter’s pony to school for show and tell.",

"The family would also give teachers the keys to their holiday home as a thank-you present.",

"They had a hot tub on the patio, a jetty with a boat from which they waterskiied and two jet skis. They were also members of the sailing club.",

"“When Taylor was young, the family came over for dinner and the kids were all swimming,” Hand says. “They [Swift’s parents] asked me if I had the Disney channel and I said no. There was some country singer on that was Taylor’s idol — and so they got up and they left.”,

"Her father, Scott, now 72, grew up nearby. He was a financial adviser at the investment firm Merrill Lynch. Swift’s mother, Andrea, now 66, was a marketing executive born into a wealthy family who grew up between Singapore and Houston, Texas. Andrea’s father was the president of a construction company, her mother an opera singer.",

"A third-generation banker and former radio salesman, he updated them on which songs she had cut (I am told he spent $10,000 on building her a recording studio at their home); which singles were coming out next (by the age of 15, Taylor had a record deal with a company in which Scott had bought a 3 per cent stake); where she was touring (he had bought Cher’s former tour bus for her); and the awards for which she needed votes.",

"During the long, hot summer days Swift would walk through town, her guitar slung across her back, much to the judgment of the local girls.",

"Swift gave out wallet-sized photos of herself as Sandy to the kids in the years below her at school",

"Her notebook, he claims, was filled with pages of her own autograph.",

"Many, however, thought she was “a bit of a brat”, from the moneyed side of town and modelling clothes for Abercrombie & Fitch. At 16, Swift bought a Lexus SC430 convertible, the car driven by Regina George, the meanest girl in Mean Girls.",

"Swift made an entrance when she first arrived at Hendersonville High School, says a former classmate, telling people she was going to be a star. “We kind of rolled our eyes because, being in Nashville, we hear that a lot,” she says. “It was just such a strong statement for someone of that age.”

Underdog who??? Tbh it's not just TS being obnoxious, rich, spoiled brat flaunting her wealth left and right, it's her entire immediate family.

“There were times when, in middle school and junior high, I didn’t have a lot of friends,” she told the Great American Country network in 2008." damn, I wonder why. /s

Classic nepo baby.

[silverstonesainz-archive]

hi! i just have an idea carlos x reader imagine, do you mind writing it?

here’s the idea:

they’ve been dating in secret for a year and decided to go public soon, so they agreed to enter the paddock together at the next gp as a way to announce the relationship

but a few days before the gp started, reader feel nervous about what will people think about her, so carlos comforts her. Carlos also posted photos of reader and him on their last holiday to soft launch the relationship and show her what people think (fans loved her and their relationship)

sorry if it’s to long and there’s a mistake in grammar, english isn’t my first language hehe

thank you ❤️

hope this was okay sweetie!! (i also made a whole edit with this i may have a stroke)

paddock walk (cs55)

summary: the one where carlos tries to calm your nerves word count: 647

“what do you mean you’re not coming anymore?” 

you nibble on your bottom lip, listening to carlos’s soft breathing on the other end of the line. you and carlos had been planning your appearance to the spanish gran prix for a month now, finally coming to terms that a year of hiding your relationship was enough, and that you were both comfortable with sharing a piece of it with the world. but only a piece, and that would start with you can carlos arriving at the paddock together. 

it’s not your first grand prix. you had managed to sneak into a couple throughout the last year, like suzuka and singapore to name a few. you were always there, but always arriving when he was already deep in last minute meetings or warm ups. but this sunday in spain, you would instead be arriving with carlos. no more secretly kissing good luck in the hotel, or the subtle smiles in passing when he’d walk by you in the garage. you would no longer be just some girl, now everyone would know that you are carlos sainz’s girlfriend. and it made you nauseous. 

“i just think it’s too soon.”

“that’s not the reason amor. what is it?”

you don’t like that he can see right through you, even without seeing you. he isn’t wrong; it’s not too soon, if anything the timing was perfect. but going public meant opening yourself up to his world even more so. which means welcoming people following your every move because they were following his every move. you’ve seen the way other girlfriends have been treated online; the abuse and threats, the way their every move is analyzed down to the millisecond. truth be told, you weren’t ready for that. you weren’t ready to be scrutinized just yet. you just wanted a couple more weeks of bliss.

“what if they don’t like me?”

“who?”

“your fans,” carlos sighs but your persist on, “what if they think i’m not pretty enough or they don’t like-“

“amor, that doesn’t matter. none of that matters, you know that. that’s not the point of this weekend. the point of us arriving together isn’t to receive public approval, but to share a piece of us with them.”

“i know…” you sigh softly, rubbing your eyes. “i know… i’m just scared.”

carlos sits on his bed, “well… you’re still coming to the race right?”

“mhm. i wouldn’t miss it.”

“okay.” he smiles to himself. “okay. we can decide when the day comes. if you’re still not comfortable by then, then we won’t do it this weekend. we won’t do it until we’re on the same page. okay?”

you fall back onto your bed, a bit of relief, “okay. thank you”

“of course baby. now, go to sleep. te veré mañana. buenas noches, te amo.”

“te amo.”

you go to sleep without another thought about the ordeal, agreeing that you both would figure it out when the day comes. between traveling to barcelona and making up for lost time with carlos, you barely had time to look at your phone. it was long forgotten, too wrapped up in your boyfriend to even care. 

finally with some downtime, carlos pulls out his phone. he scrolls some before handing it over to you. “i don’t know if this will make a difference on your decision, but i thought you should see.”

you take his phone, looking on his screen to not only see a his instagram open, but the countless comments underneath it. your heart beats out of your chest, reading all the kind words. the nice overpowers the mean, and your anxieties begin to disappear one by one. there’s still a bit of worry, but not as much as the night prior. you look over at carlos and smile, leaning over to plant a kiss on his lips. 

“well?”

“let’s do it.”

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [03]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: Language

Word count: 4.6k

AN: Daniel in this chapter is just... Oof. I hope you like it, if you could take some time to leave a comment that would mean so much :) ♥

Masterlist

“Alright, Boss,” Daniel jokes with a wide grin, “tell me what to do.” It’s his first official day as her farmhand and even though she told him yesterday what she expects from him he might have been too busy looking at her to really hear anything she said. 

“Well,” she draws out, looking from him to the alpacas and back, “it’s Sunday, so it’s time for their weekly bath, maybe you could-”

“I’m sorry, what?” Daniel eyes the girls suspiciously, not sure how he feels about bathing three killing machines who could take him out in a second. Try explaining that to Blake, he thinks to himself with a wry smile.

“Well yeah, I mean, they’re outside all week long, so I usually take them down to the river on Sundays and give them a nice wash.” She nods towards her truck, “There’s a bottle of shampoo and a brush in my truck.”

Ok. He’s got this. This is nothing compared to driving a race car at three hundred k’s per hour, right? It’s just three alpacas, and they’ve probably been bathed lots of times before, and if she can do it he surely can. Right? Daniel swallows hard, mentally preparing himself for the task at hand by taking a deep breath, trying not to show fear because he’s convinced the girls will pick up on that and- Ok. One at a time. He'll start with Blanche, she's definitely the least threatening, then Babs, and Betsy last.

“I usually take all three of them at the same time,” she says then. “They get a little antsy when they’re separated.”

Oh. Ok. He risks another glance at the girls who are huddled together in the corner of the paddock, eating some grass and probably having a better time than he is right now. But. One alpaca or three alpacas, same difference, right? So why does his voice come out all high and squeaky when he tells her, “Yeah, nah, no worries.” 

Next to him he can hear her let out a laugh and he’s about to tell her that this might not be the best idea but then her hand is on his arm and she looks up at him with a mischievous smile, “I was just messing with you, Daniel.” 

“Oh, thank God,” he breathes before he composes himself. Or tries to, anyway, “I mean, I was going to do it but-”

“Yeah, nah, I could totally see that,” she jokes, her hand squeezing his arm as she winks at him. “Why don’t you fill up their feeder inside and I’ll get started on cleaning out the shed?”

“That I can do,” Daniel agrees easily enough. He takes the bucket of grains out of her truck and starts making his way over to the shed. As soon as he opens the gate he can see the alpacas hurrying over to him and so he makes a quick dash to the shed to avoid being trampled to death by a herd of angry alpacas. Or at least, three very hungry ones. Still they catch up with him and he lets out an embarrassing yelp when Blanche head buts him in the back, “Jeepers, Blanche!”

“She likes you,” she says from where she’s leaning on her pitch fork. 

“I like you too,” Daniel tells the white alpaca in a soft voice, trying not to spook her, “but I’m gonna need you to keep your distance, ma’am.” 

***

When you hit the call button you take a deep breath, trying to settle the nerves in your stomach that have formed a nice little knot there ever since Granddad suggested asking Daniel to help you out and gave you his number, and bite your lip while you wait for the call to go through. 

He answers with a hesitant, “Hello?”

“Hi Daniel, it’s-”

“Well, hello neighbour,” he says then and you swear you can feel his megawatt smile beaming at you through the phone. “Everything alright? Is this you calling me to tell me what an excellent job I did today?”

“Uhm, no-” You can’t help but laugh, “But sure. Thank you for today, Daniel. You did an excellent job.”

“Thank you, that sounded very genuine and not at all prompted,” he laughs.

You nod, even though he can’t see you. “I uh-” you clear your throat, trying to get rid of your pinched voice, “I wanted to ask if you maybe could do me a favour tomorrow?”

“Hmm,” he hums in reply and you think you can hear him sit down somewhere, “that depends.”

“On?”

“On what the favour is. I’ve got no problem feeding the girls but if you’re going to tell me that because it’s Monday it’s time for Oscar’s his weekly bath I might-”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you, “No.” A little cheeky then, “That’s not until next Friday anyway.” He chuckles and you can feel your nerves settle down a little, “I do have to take Granddad into town tomorrow though. The doctor wants to see him for a follow-up and so I was wondering if you maybe could watch Ellie for an hour or two? Mrs Mackenzie was supposed to watch her but she’s not feeling too well, so- Normally I would take Ellie with me but it’s right around her nap time and she gets a little grumpy when she doesn’t get enough sleep so I’d rather-”

“You want me to hang out with Miss Ellie?”

“Well, she’d be asleep for most of it,” you try to reassure him because he sounds a little- hesitant, maybe. “Really it’s just babysitting her for two hours tops but if you don’t-”

“I’d love to,” he interrupts you quickly. “What time do you need me to come over?”

“We have to leave at one-”

“I’ll be there.”

You can’t help the smile that grows ever wider, “Thank you so much, Dan. I really appre-”

“Stop it,” he counters, no doubt with a grin. “I’m happy to help out.”

You have to bite your tongue to keep from thanking him again and so instead you simply say, “Perfect. I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yep. Catch you later, neighbour.”

***

“Thanks for another great workout, Mikey, it’s been swell,” Daniel says once they’re done with their Monday morning session. “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

Michael eyes him suspiciously, “You’re awfully chipper today-”

“What?” Daniel chuckles and shrugs, “Am I not allowed to enjoy working out?”

“You are,” Michael draws out, “it’s just that usually you don’t.”

“It was a good workout, mate,” Daniel says as he claps Michael’s back. Of course he knows exactly what brought on his good mood, because he’s been looking forward to babysitting Ellie all day, but he doesn’t necessarily need Michael to know that. 

“Sure,”

“What?” Daniel says again. “Don’t doubt yourself, Mikey. Your workouts are great!”

“I’m not sure what’s going on here,” Michael says, circling his finger in front of Daniel’s chest, “but keep up with the flattery, mate. It’s better than your usual complaining.”

“Awesome.” Daniel risks a quick glance at his watch then and sees it’s already a quarter past twelve and he still needs to shower and- “It’s been swell, mate. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yep,” Michael agrees bluntly. He narrows his eyes at Daniel then, “Do I need Blake to schedule a drug test or something?” He lowers his voice, “Are you involved in illegal activities, Dan? I mean, I’m not against the use of CBD oil but I don’t think smoking weed is-”

“Out!” Daniel pushes his friend towards the door with a shake of his head even though he can’t help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth, “Don’t be a nosy Nellie, mate. It doesn’t suit you.” 

Michael gives him the finger but then heads to his car and so Daniel turns on his heels and heads for the shower, and if he’s already picked out the outfit he’s going to wear, so what? It’s efficient.

He’s out of the house twenty minutes later and when he pulls up in front of Oscar’s house there’s still ten minutes to spare. Daniel knocks and then lets himself in like he always does, finding his neighbour in the kitchen, enjoying a cup of tea, “Hiya Oscar.”

“Hi Danny,” Oscar replies, his face lighting up with a smile.

“How you doing, mate?”

“Not too bad,” Oscar agrees easily enough. As always he’s a man of little words and doesn’t really elaborate. Instead he nods to the ceiling, “She’s just putting Ellie to bed, shouldn’t take long.”

“Oh, that’s ok,” Daniel says as he sits down in one of the kitchen chairs after helping himself to a cup of coffee.

“Listen, Dan,” Oscar starts and for some reason Daniel knows whatever comes next is important, “they’ve been through a lot, both of them. It wasn’t easy when Ellie’s dad-” Oscar shakes his head, “That’s not really my story to tell but I need you to understand that she doesn’t trust people easily, so for her to ask you to watch Ellie, the one person who means more to her than anyone, well-” he locks eyes with Daniel, “It’s a big ask from her and a big responsibility for you. Don’t muck about, son. Ok? Not just now, with babysitting Ellie, but with her as well. I might not be as quick as I was before but I won’t hesitate to hunt you down if you ever hurt her.”

“Understood,” Daniel says with a nod because he does. He could tell she was hesitant to accept his help when he first offered it and even more so when she called him yesterday and so he wants to do anything but hurt the trust she’s put in him. 

“Good,” Oscar says, taking another sip of his tea.

When he hears her coming down the stairs he leans in a little closer to Oscar and tells him, “I’m not gonna let her down, promise.”

“That’s a big promise to make, Danny,” Oscar counters with his eyebrows raised.

“I know,” Daniel gives him a big smile, “but I intend to keep it.”

It’s then she walks into the kitchen, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Daniel beams back at her, a little taken aback by how different she looks out of her normal work clothes because even though she’s wearing jeans and a simple black top she looks absolutely gorgeous. He clears his throat and tries not to stare when he asks, “Ellie’s asleep?”

“Yep,” she nods. “Out like a light. I doubt she’ll wake up before we get back but just in case there’s a bottle of milk in the fridge that you just need to heat up and if she wants she can have a banana.”

“Gotcha.”

“You have my number so call me if there’s anything, ok?” She waits until he nods before she casually adds, “She likes you so I don’t think she’ll mind you being there but if she does throw a little tantrum-”

“I’ll call,” Daniel adds, trying to reassure her that he’s got this while still basking in the fact that Ellie likes him. 

She turns towards Oscar then, “Ready to go?”

Daniel helps Oscar to her car and promises once again to call if there’s anything before he heads back inside and settles on the couch with his phone, making good use of his time by catching up on some emails.

Ellie wakes up somewhere around two-thirty and Daniel’s on his feet at her first cry, a little nervous when he walks up the stairs to where Oscar told him her room is. The little girl is sitting in her cot, looking at him with big eyes and so he lowers his voice, trying to let her know it’s ok when he says, “Hi Miss Ellie. How you going?”

Ellie looks up at him, her little eyebrows knitted together as she studies him for a moment, but then she must recognise him because she holds out her hands to him, “Danny.”

“That’s right,” Daniel says as he picks her up and kisses her cheek. “How you going, sleepyhead?”

She leans back a little in his arms, looking over his shoulder, “Momma?”

“Momma’s taking Granddad to see the doctor, sweetheart,” Daniel explains as he gently wipes her hair out of her face. “She’ll be back soon.”

Ellie seems to think about it for a second but then seems content with his answer and lets her head rest against his shoulder, “Milk?”

Daniel laughs, “Yep. Let’s go get you some milk, huh?” He pokes her side then, “And maybe a banana?”

Ellie’s head shoots up, her eyes wide, whispering a quiet, “‘Nana?”

“Banana,” Daniel confirms quietly as he turns around. He makes his way down the stairs carefully before he walks to the kitchen and sits her down in her high chair. 

Ellie’s quietly singing to herself as he waits for the microwave to heat up her bottle and at first he can’t make out what she’s going on about but then the microwave beeps and it’s quiet in the kitchen again and he hears her loud and clear, “Danny, banana. Danny, banana. Danny, banana.” 

Daniel presses a kiss to the top of her head as he puts her bottle down in front of her, “You’re the coolest kid ever, Miss Ellie." When she smiles up at him he grins back at her, "Don’t tell my niece and nephew I said that, ok? Our little secret.”

***

It’s close to three when you pull up to the house and part of you wants to rush inside, to check up on Ellie, and Daniel, but you know you can’t just leave Granddad behind. Instead you turn to him, “I’ll go ask Daniel to come help, ok?”

Your granddad grunts something in reply and you can’t help but smile because you know it’s nothing personal, know it’s just because he hates not being able to do something as simple as getting out of a car on his own and if anything you admire the way he still cares about his independence. 

You hear him continue his rant as you step out of the car but don't really pay it any mind, music coming from the house drawing your attention instead. When you walk past Homer, who's curled up on the old couch on the front porch, he looks at you as if to say he doesn't know what's going on either. You pat his head and tell him, "Good boy," before you let yourself in and head for the kitchen.

The loud music means they haven't heard you come in and so you allow yourself a moment to take it all in - Daniel with the sleeves of his t-shirt pushed up, excitedly showing off his tattoos to Ellie, pointing at them and explaining to her what they are. Ellie seems absolutely enthralled by all the pictures etched into his skin, her little fingers now tracing the lines of a cupid on his arm. You feel something settle inside of your chest as you watch your daughter and Daniel together, both of them so at ease, and it's something you haven’t felt in a long time. Before you have time to explore it some more your daughter spots you and so you push yourself off from where you were leaning against the doorframe and walk over to where Ellie’s sitting in her high chair, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “Hi bub. You having fun?"

Daniel nods, "She's been like this ever since she woke up half an hour ago," just as Ellie points at Daniel’s tattoo, “Cupid!”

“Yeah, that’s a cupid,” you agree with a smile, trying your hardest not to stare at Daniel's tan arms but failing miserably and so you clear your throat to distract yourself. 

If Daniel notices anything he's kind enough not to mention it and instead puts his sweater back on. Once that's over his head he looks at you with a grin, "What you do to the old man? Leave him behind at the nursing home?"

You laugh and shake your head, "He's in the car. Would you mind helping him out?"

"On it," Daniel says with a click of his tongue, pointing a pair of finger guns at the two of you before he pulls a face and turns around. 

Both you and Ellie watch in silence as he walks out of the kitchen, Ellie letting out a quiet, "Danny," when he turns the corner and you letting out a heavy sigh at the same time. When Ellie looks up at you, you smile back at her, drawing out a "Yeah."

Ellie, bless her, claps her hands in response and then blows a raspberry at you.

You comb your fingers through her hair absentmindedly, "Same, bub-" Another sigh then, "Same."

Daniel and Granddad make it inside not much later, but it’s only Daniel who returns to the kitchen, running a hand through his hair as he says, “He asked me to put him in the living room.”

“He’s a little grumpy,” you whisper with a wink. “Hasn’t had his afternoon nap yet so-” you see-saw your hand and let the rest of that sentence hang in the air unspoken.  

“Gotcha,” Daniel says with a grin, looking a bit unsure of himself. He shakes his head then and points at the window, “I don’t know about you two but maybe we could go for a walk? It’s nice enough outside and I don’t mind stretching my legs for a bit.” 

You look down at Ellie, “You wanna go for a walk, bub?”

Ellie’s eyes light up and she whispers a happy, “Yeah,” before she looks at Daniel, “Come with?”

“Yep,” Daniel nods. “I’m definitely coming with, my friend.”

“I’ll just go get her changed real quick,” you tell Daniel as you pick Ellie up from her seat. “Shouldn’t take long.”

“I’ll wait outside for you,” Daniel offers with a grin. “Wouldn’t want to disturb the old man during his nap.” 

When you come down a little later, Ellie in a pair of pale green dungarees and a fleece made from Alpaca wool, you find Daniel sitting next to Homer on the porch swing, albeit with some distance between them. You can’t help but tease, “Cautious of the dog too, Ricciardo?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a nod, rubbing his hands on the fabric of his jeans. “Although I trust him more than I do the alpacas.” 

You click your tongue, “Better not let the girls hear that.” Ellie starts wriggling in your arms and so you put her down, watching as she wobbles over to the apple orchard, where Granddad put up a swing for you in one of the trees when you were Ellie’s age. You look at Daniel and shrug, “Guess we’re going that way.” 

Ellie’s surprisingly quick on her little legs and already waiting for you at the swing by the time you catch up with her. Daniel doesn’t hesitate and picks her up so he can put her into the seat, gently pushing her once she’s in, drawing excited giggles from her, his own smile growing wider with every push. 

You and Daniel talk about the farm mostly, how it was back when you were a kid and how much has changed since your grandmother passed away a few years ago. When he asks if you could ever see yourself moving here full time, you hesitate, “I’m not sure.” You shrug then, “I think I could manage what little livestock we have now but I’m not sure if I could be the best mum to Ellie if I have the farm to worry about.”

“Hmm,” he agrees quietly, encouraging you to go on.

“It’s a lot of work,” you explain. “I mean, if it wasn't just me maybe it’d be different but-”

“Can I-” Daniel stops himself but when you nod, because you know what he’s going to ask, he clears his throat and continues, “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where’s Ellie’s dad?”

“Dunno.” You smile to let him know it’s ok, “We were together for six or seven months before I found out he was married, so I broke it off and told him I never wanted to see him again. Two months later I found out I was pregnant.”

“Does he-”

“He knows about Ellie, but he already has a wife and kids so-” You look at Ellie, “He signed away his rights when she was born and asked not to bother him anymore.”

“Wow,” Daniel shakes his head. “What an a-” He looks at Ellie and corrects himself just in time, “What a despicable human being.”

You shrug, “It’s fine. For me it’s better this way but-” you swallow hard, trying to get rid of the lump that has started to form in your throat, “I worry about the day Ellie’s going to ask about him, you know? Can you imagine? ‘Oh yeah, funny you should ask, kid, but your dad doesn’t want anything to do with you.’” You scoff, “I hate that he’s put me in that position but on the other hand, if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have her so-”

“If it’s any consolation,” Daniel says with a hesitant smile, “she’s a carbon copy of you, both the way she looks and her personality. People will always know she’s your kid.” 

“That’s very kind, thank you,” you tell him with a warm smile.

Ellie decides then she’s had enough of the swing and holds up her arms, “Out.”

You can’t help but laugh and nod at your daughter, “You heard her, Daniel. She wants out.” 

Daniel laughs and picks up Ellie, lifting her onto his shoulders before he turns to you, “Why don’t you show me your favourite place on the farm?”

“My favourite place,” you echo slowly, trying to choose between the little creek over in the Burned Oak paddock or- Looking at your daughter then, who is giggling with glee from being so high up, the choice is easy, “Ok. Let’s go.” You lead Daniel through the orchard to a field that at first glance doesn’t look like anything special but you know in a few months time will look completely different.

When you reach the gate you look at him from over your shoulder, “This is it.”

“Ok,” he draws out, probably not sure if you’re joking or not.

“You’ll have to come back in December,” you tell him, without thinking much of it, without fully realising you actually want him to come back, want to have him in your life for more than just the two weeks you’re promised now, “the entire place will be covered in poppies. It’s beautiful.” You poke Ellie’s side then, “It’s why her second name is Poppy.”

“Because you love the flowers so much?” Daniel guesses.

“That and because she was born on December third, when they are in full bloom.” You take your phone out of the back pocket of your jeans and pull up your picture gallery, scrolling back to a picture of Ellie’s second birthday, where you took a few pictures of her surrounded by thousands of red poppies. You angle your phone to Daniel, “See?” 

“Oh wow.”

“Right?” You smile at Ellie, “A very pretty girl in the middle of some very pretty flowers.” 

Ellie yawns in response and when you look at the time on your phone you’re surprised to see it’s already close to five. You look at Daniel, “We should probably head back. Don’t want the wrath of Granddad unleashed on us because of dinner being late.”

Daniel laughs, “Yeah, nah, we could do without.”

***

It’s been less than a week since Daniel offered to help out on the farm, but already you’ve settled into an easy rhythm. You still do your chores around the house in the morning, make lunch, put Ellie down for her nap, and spend some time outside until your granddad calls, have a coffee break, head back outside again together with Ellie for an hour or so until it’s five o’clock and it’s time to make dinner. Or, well, warm up dinner. The meals Daniel brought you only require a few minutes in the microwave and save you so much time. 

Daniel usually shows up around five-thirty, entertaining Ellie long enough for you and Granddad to finish your dinner in relative peace before you take Ellie upstairs to get her ready for the night while Daniel and your Granddad drink a cuppa and gossip about the neighbours and whatever footie game was on that day. By now Granddad is a lot more independent around the house, but getting him ready both in the mornings and at night is still something you need to help him with. He seems a bit happier though and in the end that’s all that matters.  

Once Ellie is asleep, you and Daniel head outside, taking your Granddad’s ute out to Eagle’s nest to tend to the alpacas. More often than not, Homer jumps into the back of the truck once you set off, having taken a special liking to the alpacas ever since they arrived on the farm a few years ago. 

It’s where you find yourself today, an unusually warm Wednesday evening, with Homer dozing off next to the fence while you and Daniel clean out the shed so you can put in fresh hay later. The warmer weather means both you and Daniel have ditched your jackets, Daniel even going as far as taking his sweater off and working in only a t-shirt and so you keep finding yourself stealing glances at his arms and the way his tattoos stand out against his skin. 

Of course Daniel catches you looking, “Like what you see?” 

Is he flirting with you? If he is, it’s working because you feel the heat rise to your cheeks but try to shrug it off, “I’ve seen better.” 

“Hmm,” he teases and throws you a wink. “Let me know if it’s too distracting, babe. I’ll put my sweater back on.”

Babe? Oh God. He really is flirting with you. Fine. Two can play that game, you decide as you lean on your pitchfork, “Are you flexing right now?” You laugh when he seems confused and tease him some more, “Oh my God, you are. You are actually flexing your muscles.”

“Am not,” he shoots back, throwing his spade aside and taking on one of those ridiculous bodybuilder poses, one leg bent as he turns his torso towards you and pumps the muscles in his arms, “Now I am.” He goes through a whole array of poses and ends up with his back towards you, flexing his butt cheeks.

You hate the giggle that escapes you and so you try to play it cool and applaud his efforts instead, holding up an invisible sign, “Ten out of ten, Danny. You have impressed the judges.”

“Judges-” he echoes, “or judge?”

Biting your bottom lip you scrunch your nose, “It takes a lot more than that to impress this judge-” then, because why not, “-babe.” 

“Oooh,” Daniel draws out and puts his hand to his chest, pretending to be hurt by your comment, “way to kick me down, boss. Jeepers.”

“You wanna impress me?” You nod towards the last of the dirty hay, “Clean that out for me and then we’ll talk.” 

“Or,” Daniel starts, taking a step closer to you and making you look up at him, “I could take you out to dinner on Friday.”

You nod, your throat a little dry from how close he’s standing, “Or you could do that.” 

[bunnytalksf1]

rosso corsa v. papaya

A few developments have made it out of the Monza weekend.

One: Leclerc proved that he does not need to start on pole, have the ideal strategy, or the clear fastest car in order to win a race. I don't think there were many people who genuinely believed he had a clear shot, and he drove a very, very good race to come home in tact.

Two: If the upgrades stick going into Baku and Singapore, the McLaren and the Ferrari are near enough even on pace, with the Ferrari potentially being slightly kinder to its tyres. It's hard to tell because of the driver factor (Sainz dropped off in pace with five lap newer rubber, compared to Leclerc) and the main issue not necessarily being the deg itself, but the graining, which in Piastri's words, seemed to "clear".

Three: Whilst Red Bull and Verstappen have reportedly identified the issue, and are working to correct it, Marko has said that the team shouldn't expect to be back to full competitiveness until Austin. That leaves two races for gaps to be closed: Baku and Singapore.

Four: Flexi wings are allowed. The FIA has explicitly said that the front wings used by McL and Merc are permissible, which means that Ferrari and RBR are going to copy them. Marko's words: "if it is not illegal, you have to participate".

Everything past this point is speculative. Please take with a pinch of salt, since most of this opinion relies on 1) the Ferrari's performance continuing to be good in Baku and Singapore, two very different tracks to Monza and 2) the Red Bull continuing to struggle at these tracks. It also ignores Mercedes, because bringing them into it makes this analysis more complicated. Please bare in mind that I am not discounting them as having a role to play, particularly Lewis Hamilton, but for the sake of simplicity I am focussing on Leclerc / Ferrari.

Anyway.

With these being the key takeaways from Monza, it's fair to say the fight for the championship is much more open than anyone thought. The gap between RBR and McLaren is just eight points, and Ferrari, behind them, are 39 points shy of first place. After 2023, these points totals are a dream for any fan: anything could happen. A DNF or a non-points finish could swing the tables massively, in just one race.

What likely will happen: RBR continue to struggle until Austin. They're likely to be back in the fight at this point, if the issue has truly been identified, along with the fact that RBR will likely copy the flexi wing on the McL. This means, that for all three teams at the top of the pack, that the next two races are absolutely critical: Ferrari and McL need to be perfect to close the gap as much as possible whilst RBR need to switch to damage control and minimise their losses. Ferrari and McL will want to be as even as possible with RBR and Verstappen in order to maximise their chances in what will be a straight fight to Abu Dhabi.

What could happen, and what excites me most: if RBR fail to get the car back to where they need it to be for the rest of the season, the title fight could swing to excluding them entirely, leaving us with a race between McL and Ferrari for the title, particularly in the Constructors, where the points totals are close.

I made a post in between Monza qualifying and the race that said that Leclerc, not Verstappen, was now Norris' biggest contender in the context of a title fight. I didn't expect Monza to prove me right so quickly, and I still don't think it has, quite, given that the Ferrari was marginally kinder to its tyres than the McL come Sunday. But tyre management is a driver-heavy skill and Leclerc finally has a car to show his prowess in that department: he's been very, very good for a while. Whilst the one-stop was performed by Sainz, also, Leclerc's laptimes were scarily consistent. Neither Norris nor Piastri could make this strategy work, and they weren't lighting up the timing boards to catch him, either, even with a massive tyre offset.

So, at Monza, Leclerc proved that he didn't need the clear fastest car to eke out a win, and that he can make an arguably unfavourable strategy work where others can't. He make a subpar qualifying result work. His start, even before Piastri and Norris' squabble gave him a clear shot at P2, had gained him a place, tucking in behind the McLarens. It's a clear indicator that Leclerc, if Verstappen is unable to fight in this championship, is becoming just as much of a contender (or more likely, disruptor) to the World Championship as Norris himself is. He's only 24 points behind Norris.

So moving forward, especially if the RBR takes a little too long to come back into the fight meaningfully, Norris' main competition has to be Leclerc. He has to continue to outscore him. Leclerc gained ten points on him this weekend alone, and he only has to outscore him by an average of four points every race until the end of the season to beat him in the standings.

Despite my optimism, I don't consider Leclerc a title contender (yet). He's too far off Verstappen, who needs to have a non-points finish (or two) to open up the fight for the title that much. Norris, meanwhile, with sixty-ish points between him and Verstappen, arguably does not need that DNF to be a contender in the final races of the season. But only one of these two drivers has shown their ability to match up to Verstappen w2w, and its not Norris.

But all this leaves out Piastri. So what's his role, here?

He can either be Norris' greatest help, or his greatest hinderance. I'm not the biggest fan of team orders, but I do think that this is a situation where they're more than necessary, not just to protect the team's standing against Ferrari, but to seal Norris' championship. Piastri's move at Monza arguably cost them the win, and definitely cost Norris the benefit of clean air. That being said the overtake was incredible, and real hard racing. If Norris is unable to close the door, or seperate himself from Piastri in qualifying, should he get that help? There is no no1/no2 setup at McLaren, and bringing one in is likely to create tension. There is no clause in McL's contracts about it, probably, since Lando got upgrades before Oscar, and some teams NEVER prioritise upgrades for a driver (Ferrari, where there likely IS some contract shenanigans going on), but that's not to say that they want to make a clear 1/2 decision publically. Piastri is an asset. Red Bull want him. If Bearman underdelivers at Haas in the next two years, Ferrari are going to be in the market for a second driver again. McLaren has a very even and strong pairing right now - every team's dream - and they do not want to lose a future WDC to this. They've got to think long term. But if they lose this WDC, they run the risk of pushing Lando out, who also is sought after in the paddock by RBR, and reportedly Ferrari prior to Lewis signing (although I don't think he'd want to go to either team, considering Verstappen and Leclerc well and truly run those shows).

So, what's my point?

Leclerc and Norris are now the main opponents heading into the next two races, and Leclerc has shown that he can beat Norris on strategy even when they're even on pace. Piastri needs to step in and help out, fighting with him to cover off the threat.

The problem is does he want to?

(I'm so excited for these next few races)

[nonotnolan]

Soul Stones: Long Distance

“It feels like it’s been forever since you’ve held me in your arms, and your trip is only halfway over.  Honestly, I have no idea how people in long distance relationships can stand it.”  The texts and calls helped alleviate some of the longing, but it was still rough knowing that Oliver was hours and hours away.  Oliver wasn’t out to his parents, so when they told him about their plan to send him on vacation to Singapore for an entire month, he couldn’t really protest without raising suspicion.  They were only going to pay for his ticket, and there was no way I’d be able to afford the trip on my own.

I placed my boyfriend on speakerphone so that I could scroll Instagram while we spoke.  “At least everything is going fine over on my end.  Same old boring life.  My work gets done, my boss doesn’t hate me... could be worse.  What about you, how’s your trip?  If it’s even as half as good as these photos, it must be sweet.”

“Heh, yeah... it’s so gorgeous out here, Brian.  Like, part of me says that I should be lying to you so that you don’t feel bad that you’re missing out, but... dude, we’ve gotta come back here later.   I even managed to make a few friends with some guys who are also on vacation.”

I couldn’t help but laugh.  “Oh, you managed, did you?  Yeah, I’m sure it was so hard for the extroverted socialite to make friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, shut up...” he said, in that voice he uses when he knows I’m right.  I could picture his blushing, and it was just entirely too cute.  “But like, there wasn’t a guarantee there would be people my age here.  I’m gonna count it as a win.  Besides, you would not BELIEVE some of the people I’ve met.  Like, this guy, Alfie?  He’s the one I’ve tagged in a few of my other photos, and... well, I don’t want to ruin the surprise I mailed you.”

It was my turn to start blushing.  “Ollie!  You didn’t have to do that, what the heck?  You’re on vacation, you’re supposed to be enjoying yourself!  You don’t need to send me anything.”

“Well too bad, I sent it to you anyway.”  Oliver had quickly shifted back to his normal smug self, which I had to admit was part of his charm.  “Speaking of which-- have you checked your mail today?  The tracking slip says it should have arrived by now.  I think it’s small enough that they were able to put it in your mailbox.”

Sure enough, there was a small bubble-wrapped envelop waiting for me in my mailbox.  Inside was a brown, marbled stone covered with intricate carved runes.  “Oliver, it’s beautiful.  What’s the story behind it?  I didn’t expect Singapore to be known for its--”

There was a sudden lurch, and I suddenly found myself staring into the face of Oliver’s friend.  That would have been weird enough, but it was clearly a mirror that I was staring at.

“It’s a body swapping stone,” Oliver said, coming up behind me and resting his hand on my shoulder.  “Well, a pair of swapping stones.  I didn’t believe it either, until Alfie showed me how they worked.  It was his idea, obviously.  He doesn’t need them anymore, and so he gifted them to me when I told him about our long distance situation.  I figure you and Alfie can swap bodies Friday night, swap back sometime Sunday afternoon, and we can just... do that for a few weeks until the trip is over.  And I’ll be taking mine home with me at the end of the trip, in case we ever need them again.”

I found myself running my hands along the ridges and curves of my new skin-- surprisingly soft new skin, I had to admit.  “And Alfie is... fine with this?  I mean, it sounds like swapping bodies every week was his idea, but like...  He knows what we’re going to be doing to his body, right?”

“Of course, Brian.  As long as I have permission to do the same in yours,” said the voice over the phone.  I recognized it as the sound of my voice-- or, my body’s voice, I suppose-- though hearing from the outside was incredibly weird.  It made sense that he’d be on the line, it wasn’t like I had hung up on him.  “Oliver volunteered your body for me to use, but it’s not cool of me do to anything unless you tell me it’s okay.”

I hadn’t even considered that, to be honest.  Granted, I was the only person who didn’t know that body swapping was possible a few minutes ago. “Yeah, of course, dude.  Just, you know... use a condom, don’t drive my car if you’re hammered, that sort of thing.  And I guess I’d rather you drive downtown if you’re looking for a random hookup, just so that you don’t run into anyone I know.  Outside of that... good grief, Alfie.  You’re doing us a huge favor!  I can’t believe you’re just giving us these things.”

“Hey, I’m just glad someone is able to get good use out of those things,” he said.  “I haven’t used them in several months, and... well, I don’t really need them anymore.  I bought them for cheap, so it’s whatever.  Just... do me a solid, and give them away if you see someone who could use ‘em.”

“Yeah, I think we can manage that,” Oliver said, looking over at my face.  Now that the shock had worn off, I was already starting to get horny-- clearly he was feeling the same way.  “Thanks again, Alfie, talk to you later!”  He hung up, tossed his phone onto a nearby bed, and swept me up into his arms.  If this is what our long distance relationship will look like?  I think we can manage.

[maskedtruths666]

Short story! This story is entirely fictional. Part 1.1

Summary: This story is about you (Damien) and your gf, Crystal. You are in NS and your gf is a physical trainer for new recruits in NS too. The moment you laid eyes on Crystal the very first time she trained you in NS, you knew you had to have her. Fast forward to your ORD, you managed to ask her out and she finally said yes. This was despite knowing how NS boys can be ever so lusting in NS especially when they’re locked up in Tekong throughout the week and their only source of R-rated materials is your gf’s tight body. It doesn’t change the fact that she loves to show off her body and secretly craves the attention that literally every new recruit in Tekong lusts for her.

As you got posted to your new unit, you knew that it was going to be a challenging time. Sure, you could book out every day and meet your girlfriend but it doesn’t help knowing that your gf will be in Tekong from Monday to Friday as she is taking a new batch of NS boys who just enlisted. It’s not like you had the free time to keep taking the ferry into Tekong just to meet your gf.

This is a story of how you found out that your gf is nothing but a cheap whore, desperate for attention and cock. And how you took out your frustrations on your own sister when you found out what a piece of street meat your gf is.

Crystal was taking her 5th batch of new NS recruits and as with every batch of recruits, she loves the attention they gave her and she knew exactly how almost everyone would lust for her. She would often tease them and allow them to follow her IG account so that they would all be jerking off to her the moment they could. She’d especially love teasing those she knew had girlfriends.

As one could imagine, Crystal always wore tight fitting athletic clothes to coach these boys. Despite her horny nature, she actually was very fit and could easily beat most, if not all NS boys in their IPPT.

Every day, Crystal would call you and FaceTime you after the day has ended. She could leave tekong and meet you but because she stays at one end of Singapore, she did not want to leave Tekong. The hassle was too much for her to bear.

The week passed by quickly and finally it was Friday where you could meet your gf and empty your balls into her. But it was also the end of hell week so Crystal wasn’t really in the mood. Sure, you managed to empty your balls into her but it was very half hearted and one sided.

“I’m sorry my love, I’m just not in the mood. You know how hell week is like. Training the boys and with the other trainers is very tiring. I promise I’ll make it up to you next week.” Crystal said as she hugged you to sleep.

You seemed to buy that explanation, having been through NS yourself. As you were sending her off back to camp on Sunday evening, a recruit walked up to you two and said, “Good afternoon ma’am. What a coincidence. You live around here?”

Crystal, mildly amused, replied, “Good afternoon Recruit Jeremy. Yes I do. And yourself?”

“I stay right there, ma’am.” Jeremy pointed to the exact same block that Crystal lived in.

“What a coincidence. Anyway, this is my boyfriend, Damien. He’s a few batches ahead of you and is a SGT.” Crystal replied.

“Ah good afternoon sir. You’re very lucky to have ma’am Crystal as your gf. She’s very fit.” Jeremy replied.

“Anyway, our grab is about 3 mins away. You wanna join us?” Crystal offered.

“That is very kind of you ma’am, but I’m driving there. Cancel your grab, I’ll drive you guys there.” Jeremy offered.

Without thinking, Crystal immediately cancelled the grab. Her jaw dropped when Jeremy brought his car around and it was a Rolls Royce.

It was an awkward ride because Jeremy insisted Crystal sit in the front and you being relegated to the backseat. It didn’t help that Crystal was mildly fawning over Jeremy. You being cucked to the backseat was like a tight slap in the face. You could not help but overthink about how Jeremy would be wanting a piece of Crystal’s pussy.

After you watched Crystal and Jeremy board the boat to Tekong, you immediately texted her your displeasure and to your annoyance, Crystal left you on last seen.

Throughout the night, you could not help but overthink and fantasize about how your gf was being used by Jeremy, even though you know that is impossible because PTs and NSFs aren’t allowed in the same area.

You texted and called and Crystal just kept ignoring your calls. She replied coldly, “Grow the fuck up and stop being a child. Talk to you at the end of the week.”

Not getting the attention and assurance you needed, you were helpless. Thoughts flooded your mind of how your gf was being gangbanged or used by the boys in camp. You were in desperate needed for a release and jerking off wouldn’t cut it.

The next day, you took MC because you couldn’t get out of bed as you were riddled by anxiety. At home, you saw your sister doing thirst trap pictures in the living room and you got an unexpected boner.

“Kor, come and help me take pictures for my IG can?” Amelia asked.

“Orh.” You replied and took her phone and started helping her take suggestive pictures.

Once done, she thanked you by giving you a hug and left to her room. The afternoon passed by and you saw her napping. Normally you wouldn’t be turned on because she’s your sister and you’ve seen her naked all your life. But something evil came over you when you logged into IG and saw your gf tagging Jeremy on her stories. Not one, but 4 stories. Only him but no one else. You snapped.

You walked into your sister’s room where she was napping and locked the door. You pulled off her shorts to reveal her well shaven pink pussy. As you stared right at it, your boner was instant. You spread her legs, gently fingering her pussy till it was moist. Amelia still didn’t wake up and actually moaned as you were fingering her.

“What a nasty xmm slut my sister is.” You thought to yourself.

As you positioned yourself to penetrate her, she woke up.

“Kor! Wtf you doing?” Amelia gasped in shock.

You immediately covered her mouth and whispered, “Keep quiet or I’ll hurt you.”

Fearing for her safety, she nodded tearfully. You spread open her legs and ate her out. Gasping in shock, Amelia could do nothing but cry. But after awhile, the pleasure from eating her out overcame her fear and she stopped crying.

When you’ve had your fill of eating her out, you thrusted into her without mercy. As your dick penetrated your sister’s tight and wet pussy, you groaned in pleasure. Your sister gasped in pain but soon the gasps turned to moans of pleasure. You totally ignored her initial cries of pleasure as you were so absorbed by the fantasy of guys gangbanging your gf in camp and these were horny guys, desperate to fuck your gf. With each thrust into your sister, you imagined each guy raping your own gf throughout the night. As you were raping your own sister for your own benefit, you grew an attachment to your sister. The more you thrusted and grunted, the more you loved it. The more you thrusted into her, the more you watched the stories of your gf posting about Jeremy in camp and the more wild you and rough you got. Soon, you were ramming your thick cock into your sister whilst choking her for maximum pleasure. At this point, Amelia was crying and begging you to stop. You were too deep and too far down to stop. You continue to rape her mercilessly and treating your own sister like a rape meat.

“Stop crying like you don’t want it. You’ve posted so many thirst trap pictures. You clearly want it. All girls are the same.” You grunted as you mercilessly plowed into her and ignored her cry for help.

As you were ramming your cock into her tight pussy, your pleasure was amplified. You were using an actual pussy to relief the tension you’re feeling instead of your own fleshlight. Soon, you were at your max and you gave her a few more hard thrusts before pulling out and blasting your hot load all over her face.

As your sister lay there breathless and still crying, you took a couple of pictures to remember this by. But at this point, you felt a bit of remorse so you apologized and helped her clean up and gave her $2000 to keep it under wraps.

Part 1.1 done. Next part is where you horny guys find out how much a slut Crystal is.

[someone-worth-racing-for]

I know it’s been said about 1000 times yesterday but I can’t get over the amount of trust they’ve put into each other on the last laps… when Carlos slowed down enough to give Lando drs, the ball was pretty much in Lando’s court on what to do, I mean, he couldn’t have known at first that Carlos was doing it on purpose so he could’ve tried to overtake, but he not only understood, he also executed his part perfectly! I honestly don’t think Carlos would’ve risked with this kind of bold strategy if it was anyone but Lando behind him, he trusted Lando would just get it without communication that he’s pretty much saving them both… it’s so great to see that they didn’t crumble under such high pressure. I really feel for George but this one was for the books and it wouldn’t have been the same if he overtook one or both of them 😅 big brains race, I’ll never forget it 😭

Next - Lando win with Carlos p2, that would probably be even more iconic, can you imagineeeee

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Even tho it has maybe already been said 1000 times - you just can't say this often enough! You should actually say it even louder for the people in the back once again:

..THE AMOUNT OF TRUST THEY HAVE PUT INTO EACH OTHER ON THE LAST LAPS!!!

Because hell yes - they have!!!

They really managed to do that without any communication at all! Them just knowing what the other was going to do/that the other would understand it and even play along!

Actually, the longer I think about it the more insane and unreal it sounds to me. But this really fucking happened!! They really managed to that out of pure trust into each other and that also even successfully for both of them!

I'm always saying that the two of them actually write the best 'fanfictions' out there, but damn - this time they have really outdone themselves!

I meam, if someone would have come up with this in a fanfiction, people would have never believed that something like that could really happen. People might have called the author a dreamer, even crazy and said that this scenario will never happen because it was just too far-fetched, even for them!

Well, I guess Carlando themselves have proven us all what they are actually really capable of last Sunday 😉 That nothing is impossible for them and that better no one mess with them, because Carlando is invincible 💪🏼

And I totally agree with you here - Carlos wouldn’t have done/tried the same if someone else would have been right behind him.

Singapore was definitely my favourite race of 2023 so far. It is actually my favourite race since I'm watching F1 and I'm so happy to have watched it live. Because this was really for the books!

Maybe if I wouldn’t have seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it 🙈 But yeah, I will also never forget this masterpiece of the two of them!

I'm actually praying since years for Carlos to be on the podium with Lando, when he will win his first race in F1 🥹 My fingers are crossed! 🤞🏼❤️🧡

[cars-on-the-moon]

Still in a tiz-woz and cannot write or create anything for the life of me.

So, here’s a little, goofy Carlando thing below.

It had started in Monaco.

Lando could see the difference. It was so much so as to what the Spaniard said, it was the way he carried himself around him. His posture was straighter, his arms always rigid on each side and his smile tight-lipped. He hadn’t given it so much thought, not when he declined to go out together nor when in Barcelona he cancelled their plans to go golfing. He was extremely busy at his home race after all.

“Mate, hey!” Lando jogged the Montreal deserted paddock to reach him.

Carlos turned to find the voice that had called him and his lips slightly quirked up. “Hey.” he said lowly. “How are you?”

That was a bit too formal for Lando’s liking, so he furrowed his eyebrows and bumped his shoulder. Carlos lost balance for only a moment and grinned a bit wider than before.

“My back is killing me. Those cars,” Lando exhaled deeply. “Seriously, I’m not having a great time.”

“Really?” Carlos looked at him again.

“Yeah, I have changed my training.” he confirmed. “I have to strengthen my back. How’s yours?”

“It’s fine. Not the best, but good enough.” Carlos replied him. “I’ll see you later, be careful with that back.” he patted his shoulder and jogged away.

Lando stood there. He stood, gazing towards the man that had left after exactly uttering five sentences to him. But who was counting.

“Good job, Lando.” was the next words to him. “Lando Norris leading the British Grand Prix.” he turned to find the man grinning to him.

“Thanks, hey, thanks!” Lando replied, turning his body fully towards him. “We are celebrating, you know.”

Carlos chuckled, throwing his head back. Rupert found them there, right in between the motorhomes, embracing Lando quickly.

“We are flying straight to Budapest but have a shot for me, okay?” Carlos replied him.

“Wait, Carlos-” he exhaled, puffing his cheeks. “What is it with him, d’ya know?” he asked the other Brit.

Rupert followed his gaze and looked at Carlos too. “I don’t know, mate.”

“Oh, come on! You are conjoint.” Lando snorted.

The trainer then shrugged. “Ask him, but he won’t say. He’s been very private.”

“From you?” Lando almost –almost, squealed.

During the summer break, Lando forgot. He nearly forgot about the coldness he received from Carlos. He did a million things from following Martin to his shows to renting a yacht with his family and diving into water without a thought in this small brain of his. He played padel with other drivers and hung out with Max lots. He laughed and bantered with a few people around; he even got frisky with a beautiful dark-haired young man from Malta one night he had one too many vodkas.

However, when he returned in Zandvoort, the first person he laid eyes on and really looked was Carlos.

“Good summer break?” he found him on Sunday for the driver’s parade.

“Oh, he talks!” Lando joked, following Pierre’s step.

Carlos smiled tight-lipped, the way Lando didn’t enjoy. Not the huge, exaggerate, whole-hearted laugh of his that Lando adored. Loved.

“What did you do?” he asked then, as he grasped that Carlos was not going to neither remark nor continue the conversation.

“Not much. I trained and hang around with friends.” he replied him.

Just like that, Carlos greeted Alonso and their private conversation had ended.

Again.

 

He took a long breath and nodded along with what Lawrence was saying. He was tired and very warm and- his eyes found the screen that was broadcasting the podium ceremony. He seemed so happy then. In a way that he hadn’t looked in so long. In a way that he used to be around Lando without podiums, awards or *his* Ferrari.

His press officer nodded at him.

“Um sorry, I was watching the podium.” he turned back to Lawrence. “Do we-we aren’t allowed to have smoke in Silverstone. Anyway.” he shrugged, trying really hard to focus in this bloody interview.

Lando liked Singapore. It was in fact one of his favourite tracks. Not from the driving perspective that much, but from the atmosphere, the aesthetics of the night. The city was beautiful and interesting and modern and another thousand little words he didn’t have the intellectual capacity to find.

“Lando?” he heard his name while taking a picture of a very intriguing and complex neon painting above the lift.

“Carlos? You’re staying here too?” he asked.

Carlos nodded, confirming his first thought.

“It isn’t that hot this time around, ey?” the Spaniard asked him pushing the button to call the lift again.

Lando stared at him.

“No?” Carlos asked, furrowing his eyebrows to the lack of a reply.

 “We never talk anymore and your opening is the weather?” he apparently couldn’t hold back.

“What are you talking about, Lando?” Carlos entered the lift.

Lando incredulously snorted at him. Wanting, needing to sound like a f*cking brat.

“You haven’t said a proper word to me in ages! I even texted you and you ghosted me.”

“I have been busy-”

“Yeah, me too mate but I am not an asshole.” Lando interrupted him. “We talk through journalists now apparently. You talked about my back pain without even checking on me.” he added.

The lift *pinged* and Carlos got off. It wasn’t Lando’s floor but he trailed him, suddenly yearning for an answer.

“Your room is better than mine.” he remarked after looking around for a moment and a half.

Carlos crossed his arms.

“Bloody Ferrari, no?” he said.

Lando rolled his eyes at his own past words and shook his head.

“What is going on, Carlos? Did I do something? Because if I did I want to know what I am going to apologise for.” he told him.

“No, you didn’t.” Carlos replied quickly.

“Then what is it? Did my mum do anything? My dad? My sister?”

“No, Lando.” Carlos shut his eyes, hanging his head low.

“Max? Jon? Like-McLaren? Oscar?”

“What? No!” Carlos replied, looking at him again.

Lando parted his lips to ask again but he remained silent. He looked at the Spaniard’s eyes. It was peculiar; the sadness they were displaying.

“What is going on?” he asked again in a lower, softer tone.

Absolutely, completely, utterly unexpectedly, Carlos took a heavy step forward and grabbed Lando’s head, leaning in. Their lips met and the Brit almost yelped to the pure absurdity of the gesture. He froze. He didn’t know what was kissing and how it was supposed to go.

What pulled him back was the scorching hot tug he felt on the back of his head and as Carlos was about to pull back, Lando got scared and pushed. He pushed his lips on Carlos’s more and grabbed his waist tightly to keep him close, in his space.

Carlos pulled back and placed his palm over his lips. His eyes were big, bigger than the usual surprise and he breathing hard, harsh.

“I’m so sorry.” he said. “I’m sorry, Lando.”

“Bloody hell, mate.” Lando stupidly offered.

“I-I am sorry.”

“Well, don’t be.” Lando shrugged. “Is this why you’ve been cold?”

“No, yes, well-”

“Since when do you like men?” Lando asked.

“Since you turned 23.” Carlos replied with a long-crawled huff.

Lando raised his eyebrows to the bloody heavens.

“I found you fit since I was 17 or so.” he said earnestly. “If that makes you feel better. Because well, you seem a bit pale.”

“How can you be so unfazed by-by-what? You like me?” Carlos ran his hand through his freshly-cut hair.

Lando nodded. “Mate, you’re very hot. Very very hot. Like Singapore hot.”

“Lando!” Carlos whined, burying his whole face inside his palms.

The Brit chuckled then and patted his back in an extremely condescending way.

“You never showed.”

“What? I always showed.” Lando replied him.

“You are like this with everyone in the paddock. All you friends.” he spat the last word out.

Lando stopped caressing his back and walked across him.

“You’re jealous that I have friends?”

“You have too many friends.” Carlos immediately remarked.

“What can I say? I’m a good boy.”

Carlos raised his eyebrow. “Are you?”

“Wait, I meant a good guy.” Lando quickly corrected his words.

“No, you said good boy. Are you a good boy?” Carlos took a brave step to him.

Lando’s breath was violently taken away from him. His legs; what were legs even?

“How-how did that happen? I was trolling *you* a moment ago.” he stuttered his words.

Carlos reached for the back of his head again and tangled his fingers with Lando’s curls.

A very rebellious groan escaped the Brit and he had to close his eyes to feel the pure intensity of the atmosphere, of Carlos’s touch.

“If I carry on, we might never comeback.” the Spaniard whispered closely to Lando’s ear.

“We are friends first, Carlos.” Lando replied him.

Carlos shared his frustrations with Ferrari. The misery he felt that he had completely changed his whole online and offline persona to size up to the Italian team’s standards. How he had to maintain appearances about everything, unable to even control his own social media anymore. How he was good, very good and Charles was still the golden prince. How he missed him. How he missed himself in the presence of Lando. How he wanted to be himself and how he wanted to be around Lando.

He shared his skills in bed and left Lando absolutely discombobulated.

He promised to try. Only try.

Now, if Lando seized the opportunity and slapped Carlos’s bum while the latter was in an interview the following day, it was nobody’s business. Friends right? Right.

[umgeorge]

george russell is interviewed during the press conference on media day, singapore - september 19, 2024 (transcript under the cut)

Interviewer: "George, why don't we come to you now? Great result for you on Sunday, but it wasn't a straightforward race. We're now at another street track with the same tire compounds that we had in Baku. What learnings do you have from last week that you can apply here?" George: "Yeah, feels like every race we go to, at the moment, it's quite a unique circuit. Obviously Azerbaijan was very unique in its own way, Singapore's unique in its own way, and there's a lot of these types of tracks on the calender, and, as Oscar said, it's so competitive now at the front, and a tenth or two can be the difference between a front row start or P6 or 7 on the grid, which is very exciting. We were really strong here last year, the pace was really good in Singapore, so hopefully we can continue that good performance we had here last year and see where it takes us." Interviewer: "If your car performance is as good here as it was in the second stint in Baku, what's possible?" George: "I mean, yeah, we were really competitive in the second stint last week. Deifnitely surprised ourself there, but I think now this circuit with that extra DRS zone, I hope racing will be slightly better. It's not gonna make it worse, that's for sure, and maybe overtaking will be possible. So I think it'll still go down to qualifying. That's gonna be key, getting a good Saturday, and that'll set you up nicely for the race." Interviewer: "As you've already said, you were very competitive here last year. You qualified on the front row, you're going great guns, until the moment on the penultimate lap. Do you feel… I dunno. Do you feel that you have unfinished business in Singapore?" George: "No, not really. It's not really something I'm thinking about. It's part of racing, part of street circuits. If you're not a hundred percent focused every single lap, you're gonna get bitten, and it was a long old race. It was on the last lap, I thought the race was kind of done, and right behind Lando he kissed the wall, I touched the wall, and before I knew it I'm out of the race. But that's how the game goes, and it's not gonna change my approach one bit, how I go into this weekend. You learn from things like that." Interviewer: "How grueling is this grand prix? Is this still the toughest race for the drivers, physically?" George: "I mean, for sure it's top two with Qatar. Here and Qatar are by far the most physical races. I think here is challenging because there's so many corners; pretty relentless. Slightly easier now that we've got that straight at the back, versus what it was like a few years ago, but just with the humidity you're dripping with sweat as soon as you go outside, let alone when you're locked in a racecar for two hours." Interviewer: "Dripping with sweat. Dripping with rain, as well. You got caught in a rainstorm the other day, didn't you?" George: "Yes!" Interviewer: "Playing padel." George: "Yeah, padel is obviously the new big thing in Formula 1, so it was nice to take all of my mechanics and part of the team, and then just thunder and lightning and rain came from nowhere. So I think it's almost every year we see in Singapore there is bad weather around, so I think that was around race time, as well, that was eight PM when it poured down with rain, so if that happened on Sunday that'd probably mix things up a little bit."

[lewisinho]

as the anon that asked for the race list: thank you!

now this is totally up to you if you have the time to spend on this, but this is my first year watching the races, and while I've been doing some background research to get up to speed, there is still a lot i don't know. i trust your judgment so what are some races and/or f1 adjacent things i should look into? i'm going through your McLaren list and have watched the last 4 seasons of dts and the brawn documentary. are there any other books/ documentaries/ races (especially seb's) / old youtube videos that are lost in the void that i should also check out?

again no pressure and thank you!

no problem!

(and btw welcome to f1 and the world of watching some glorified hot wheels every other sunday 😁 it’s great!)

i completely get how daunting it can be as a new fan in the sport. when i was getting back into f1 it also took me some time to get back up to speed with everything, especially all the techy stuff; i honestly learned the most through just watching the races (old and new), bc you get to see all the strategies play out, the pit-stops, the overtakes etc. and the terminology just becomes much easier to understand through sheer exposure. there are also some really cool f1 data analysis blogs you might want to follow on twt/x if you want some more detailed tech analysis and graphs if you’re into that sort of thing: (x)

as for seb, oh there’s a whole arsenal of recs i have!

monza 2008, rise of torro rosso wunderkind; i presume you already know the lore with that one but ig you can never get tired of it.

abu dhabi 2010, world championship no.1 “du bist weltmeister!”

interlagos 2012, the infamous one. this one’s a rollercoaster, chaos everywhere and the manifestation of murphy’s law: anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. amidst a title battle against nando, seb was fighting the weather, bruno senna’s front wing, a damaged side-pod, no radio, and somehow managed to claim p6 to win the championship

malaysia 2013, multi-21 (iconique), he was faster, deal with it. 💅

singapore 2013, domination masterclass from quali to the race. (also just all of his singapore wins...lion of singapore and all that)

india 2013, title no.3 secured, changed tyres on lap 2 and came out p17, was third by only lap 13 and then won the race by nearly 30 seconds. it was also his sixth win in a row. he went on to win three more. speaks for itself. also this:

malaysia 2015, first win with ferrari, can't forget that one, also features sewis’ gay knee-touching on the podium.

germany 2019, CHAOS, in which merc got bewitched by the special livery curse 😅, with crashes, spins, 50-second long pit stops, and also features one of seb’s best drives from p20 -> p2

i also highly recommend watching Floz's fan-made docus on youtube about 'the silver war' (there are also docus for the 2014 and 2015 seasons) as well as the merc v ferrari (lewis vs seb) 2017 fight and 'fight for five' in 2018, they're so much better than dts and actually give a full run-down of what happened during the season, with all the action on-track, with interviews and providing all the context! it's so well-edited as well (you literally feel like you're watching a movie about all of the seasons) and they are just incredibly fun to watch.

in general, i love rewatching races from 2017/18 (literally my comfort seasons), personal favs include spain 2017 (strategy galore and lewis v seb), baku 2017 (for obv reasons), austin 2017; and basically the 2018 season in its entirety...

as for books, there are many driver autobiographies e.g. jb (he’s even got two lmao), mark webbah etc. but i think the best f1 book out there is adrian newey’s memoir ‘how to build a car’ if you want lore + great insight into cars!

i’d also recommend watching some older races (i could do a separate post on which ones are my personal favs) but it’s all up to you in the end! go digging, look around on yt for some highlights and just keep exploring! 🫶💜

[terresdebrume]

Story time: when I got my first full employment contract with the current school last year, the guy making our timetables was an incompetent. As in, it was the Friday before classes started again, several teachers were still meant to teach three classes at the same time, and he point blank refused to work on the thing anymore.

So, since we did need timetables and nobody was doing anything, I said "gimme some time", opened google sheets, pushed my sleeves up, and managed to have something functional by mid-Sunday. The Big Boss, who was visiting at the time, asked me to be in charge of that for the school year.

Months pass, we had way too many versions of the timetables because the school pretty much doubled numbers through the year, and also (key element) I butted heads with the admin team several times over things they asked that were either not possible or stupid, but which HQ wanted anyway bc they refuse to realize that Cambodia is not Singapore and we sometimes can't do the exact same things they do.

Anyway, a little after the middle of the year, this guy H suddenly appears at one of the meetings. I go 'can I ask why he's here?' and I'm told he's here to 'help'. From that moment on, I did not receive a single scrape of information about timetables. Decisions were made without consulting or informing me, meetings happened that I wasn't even aware of, etc.

At this point you may realize, as I did, that I was subtly pushed out. I made the passive aggressive decision not to notice this, which led to probably more stress than I should have taken on...but still, I kept it up, until a couple months into this year, when the then-Principal told me that since they couldn't have 2 people in charge of timetables, they would have to go with H.

Now, I was quite bitter about the way we'd gotten there, but considering I'd been seriously considering handing in my 'resignation' from that responsibility, I ended up feeling more relieved than anything else. (Also, because I'm not perfect, I have to admit there was a bit of schadenfreude when H's first attempts at making timetables without considering what the teachers wanted gave him noticeable backlash.) In the meantime, H continues to make himself essential to the school in an attempt to become Head of Secondary, and is put in charge of organizing progress reports and Parents/Teachers conferences.

Fast forward a couple months: H did not become Head of Secondary, because he point blank refused to work with one of the teachers in the department. He is still in charge of timetabling & reports & PTCs organization, and is (not unfairly) expecting a big bonus for his performance last year. Problem: H's husband has to move to Paris for his job, and H intends to follow him before the end of the year, aka before the intended end of his contract. Consequently: H does not get a bonus.

H is not happy (which to be fair: he's right there) and decides to hasten his departure to Immediately, then is convinced to come back with what I have to assume is significant incentive. H is still leaving as soon as possible, though, and has to find a replacement for his responsibilities. So, who does he ask to pick up the torch?

To which my response was of course a polite but firm

NAH

[kylo-wrecked]

[Tl;dr — this will impact my activity here but not sure how yet. ]

—personal and not so very fun ooc post and likely tmi for those I am a complete stranger to LOL. I’ve tagged a few triggers as such. And also,

There.

As of October 28th*, my partner will be moving to Singapore, and I won’t be going with them. It’s not for lack of love. My reasons are simple and pragmatic. I’m not where I want to be and a big move, while exciting, is not going to change that.

My partner, who is wonderful, hasn't been supportive in the way someone in my position needs them to be. They d o n o t know how to do it. Does that mean things are over? No, but it means they need to go back home and sort themselves because I can’t and won’t pull us both out of the well. I don’t have the bandwidth.

Idk, I went full Carmy/Donna at dinner on Sunday. That’s not a Bear S2 spoiler.

I have never done that before. It’s not good. I’m okay. It’s going to be okay, but I need to find better ways of regulating, and Wifesire needs to get out of my way. Go be free, and write, and be a monk. Let me be a mess and clean myself up again. I can’t reinvent myself with them around. They’re too precious [affectionate and derogatory].

85% sure I’m renewing the lease for this two bed in Astoria because the market is extraordinarily shitty and I’m not ready to be a burden on my brother just yet. 😬 Idk if i can pull it off alone like I did back in the days, when I lived on couches and off half a shoestring budget, but I feel I owe it to myself to try. And that’s where this week leaves me for now.

This was cathartic and I’ll probably delete this post in ~three hours. ✨✨🕊️

Edit: I’m keeping it.

[yesterdayiwrote]

I am completely avoiding social media as I know it’s going to be so toxic towards George.

I hate seeing people who rated him during his Williams days to hating him now. I mean sure he’s got a lot to learn driving in the midfield, and I hope he learns quick. He had such a good weekend. I just want this season to end for him, I’m bloody praying Mercedes makes a better car next year, but there journey back to the front is hard and long gone I’m afraid.

this isn't about driving in the midfield though, this is him driving at the front and fighting for a win. He's driving fine in the midfield? (Although Idk that Mercedes are truly in the midfield right now, it's just a very discombobulated front pack)

I'm angry for him because I think there is an element of desperation that sometimes causes his mistakes, but it's only because he wants it and it's usually silly, momentary things. He was in Lando's slipstream, focused on following him. Lando glanced the wall, George was mm to the right and clipped it harder, even lewis appeared to slightly adjust to avoid the same mistake.

His Brazil win was so calm and mature and faultless and it showed he can do it, but I think at points he gets so fixated on proving himself that he gets in his own head and I think that showed at zandvoort and here, and I get it, and I'd probably be the same (if not worse!) But I can see how it can be counterproductive as a driver!

I don't want him to become some poor tragic figure, constantly defined by Sakhir and forever with the albatross of 'close but no cigar' wrapped around his neck. He is a talented driver, he has been VERY unlucky on Sundays this year. Australia, Silverstone, Zandvoort, Singapore have all been very real podium opportunities.

People giving him grief online are just pathetic but then that's the parasocial nature of f1 these days. Even lewis seemed vaguely disappointed for him and he's the one that benefitted from the mistake. I think you need a heart of stone to see his reaction and think it's grounds to gloat. People shit on drivers for not wanting it enough, then shit on them for wanting it too much as well. They literally cannot win.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Soft IALS concept that came into my mind (which is very close to turning into soup with all this studying)

Okay it's mentioned somewhere that when Arthur started dating Noah David was slightly surprised by it and I think it was because he thought or realized how deeply in love Arthur was with Kincaid. So what if, after their first kiss and before they started dating, Arthur went to David and told him that Noah asked him out and David said well what do you think? And I think Arthur would say something like "I love Kincaid papa but I can't wait for him while depriving myself of all the love I can receive. I can love him and wait for him but also build my life with someone who can love me now and not from afar". And while some people may perceive Arthur similar to David, I always felt like, personality wise, he's closer to Max. And especially in this situation because they're both waiting for their love to come back to them. The only difference is that Arthur let the love of other people in while Max rejected it because it wasn't David. And in that moment I think David would have that thought. And he would just text Max or call him and tell him that he wished he had let more love into his life and had been happier. And Max would tease him with something like "Oh yeah? And how would you have reacted if I had fallen in love with someone else mister high road?" and then David would realize that witnessing that would have hurt him a lot so he would go "thank you for waiting for me mon ange" and Max would go soft and say "thank you for coming back to me sweetheart "

These little scenarios are the only things in my head that don't have math symbols in them (why did I choose to study engineering I'll never know) which makes me like them a lot. Back to studying so I can see the race on Sunday which is the first night race I'll see and I'm excited! You hyped about it? Because it sounds exciting. Have a good dayy🌷

PS: I found this tik tok and the songs in the playlist just fit FMF Mavid so much, but also IALS Mavid for some reason? And the playlist is named enemies to lovers? What kind of sorcery is this??

VICKY OMG.

This is one of my favorite things ever now because it's SOOOO in character and so beautiful and so perfect. I love it. It's canon now. BYE.

I loved the tiktok playlist! Almost all the songs there are on one of my fic playlists lmao - especially on lbaf...

I AM SO EXCITED FOR THE SINGAPORE GP. I love night races so much and you'll love it too. I'll love it even more if we get Lewis podium because i need to see the bebe against the night sky ;)

PS - I was supposed to go to the Singapore GP and then i decided against it because I didn't have anyone to go with and I didn't wanna see Redbull win ew lol. Hopefully another time x

Hope you are taking good care of yourself and you got these exams in the bag, bro. Sending all th good vibes!!!!

Here is a tiktok that gives me massive Alec and AJ vibes <3