#montreal sessions

[rickybaby]

Yuki should have the ‘downgrade’ upgrades idc. I’m sick of it constantly being Daniel especially when he’s not safe for next year. Yuki should step more and start with technical feedback so Daniel can have an uncompromised weekend. He’s also being a guinea pig while his teammate reaps the benefits. Especially after Bayer saying ‘Daniel needs to prove himself’ okay girl give him the car!!?

Everything I’ve read so far seems to say both the cars ran a mix of parts, but it’s unclear what car ran what. However, going by Alan Permane’s comments that they ran some experimentation in morning which helped them learn a lot and Daniel had a lot of changes for the Sprint Qualifying session, it probably indicates that Daniel did a bit more experimenting. However, it doesn’t mean that the two cars were that different from each other going into sprint quali.

BUT my important point is that, even if both drivers had the SAME car, being outqualified by 0.024s doesn’t mean that Daniel has to be dropped mid-season or that he’s not worth being renewed for next season. One teammate is always going to be faster than the other and in this case, Yuki’s been faster by the smallest margin between teammates. And looking at the data, Daniel was faster in both s1 and s3 and unfortunately lost 2 tenths to Yuki in s2. It’s not like he’s bleeding all over the lap.

In conclusion, annoying that it’s likely Daniel who is doing the experimentation, but I do find Daniel’s comments encouraging:

[strugglingyetvibing]

the fia is really a joke today, huh?

[satosca]

looking at the feasibility of going to worlds... why is everything so expensive 😭

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“TWO ACQUITTED OF HOLDUP ATTEMPT,” Montreal Star. November 10, 1931. Page 14. ---- Third Accused Already Serving 10-Year Term On Charge ---- Saving that he was loathe to do so because he believed the man was guilty, Judge Monette in the Court of Sessions this morning acquitted Herbert Caplan, 4562 Esplanade street, of having conspired with Carl Harris, 4220 Clarke street, to hold up Sarah Silverstone, clerk, as she was returning from branch a bank at Rachel and St. Denis streets with money for the firm by which she was employed.

Harris is now serving a sentence of 10 years in the penitentiary having been convicted of having on December 2, 1930, thrown pepper in Miss Silverstone's eyes and attempted to snatch her bag containing $762 in bills just drawn from the bank.

Harris, who had failed to get away in a waiting automobile because he was held by passer-by, in the course of written confession implicated Caplan in the crime; but his evidence this morning was unsatisfactory that the judge said it was useless for the purpose of enabling him to administer justice to the accused.

In the witness stand Harris refused to answer the questions put to him by Crown Prosecutor MacPherson, saying that he did not remember the contents of the confession. Lyon Jacobs, K.C., for the accused. produced evidence to prove that Caplan had been elsewhere at the time of the crime. A third man suspected of being implicated in the crime, Sidney Finkelstein, 4058 St. Urbain street, was also acquitted on similar grounds.

[biodiversityday]

PLENARY: Agenda items 10-Other matters; 11-Adoption of the report; and 12-Closure of the meeting.

Closing of 26th meeting of the Subsidiary Body on Scientific, Technical and Technological Advice.

The Subsidiary Body was established under Article 25 of the Convention on Biological Diversity in its Article 27, the Nagoya Protocol on Access to Genetic Resources and the Fair and Equitable Sharing of Benefits Arising from their Utilization provides that any subsidiary body established by or under the Convention may serve the Nagoya Protocol. United Nations Biodiversity.

Watch the PLENARY: Agenda items 10-Other matters; 11-Adoption of the report; and 12-Closure of the meeting!

[arberxhekaj]

as a pens fan i’m thrilled but as a habs and sharks fan i’m devastated. no one talk to me

[magsmapsmtl]

Team Rocket, blasting off at the speed of spice; surrender now or prepare to bite!

Catch ‘Em All | Dec 28, 2020 | Loop Sessions

Time to cut to the chase: fuck 2020! Time to join in on a much anticipated gathering to see this year out, once and for all!

Loop Sessions 52, the last of the year, is gearing up to be the spiciest edition yet (I mean just look at Shogo‘s latest flyer y’all)! While that may be hard to believe with the previous session including the likes of a shape-shifting Vincent Stephen-Ong of Urban Science (who provided the LS 51 crate by way of their quarantine-inspired music challenge #PassLeBeat), and the soulful soundscapes of Sabrina Sabotage and others, I am hoping to finally see more of the Timon-esque ramblings of LS’s shmings (who can also be heard on podcast Lasers on the Ride), and I heard there would be a special after-Loops Twitch stream? You’ll have to tune in this Wednesday to find out. The beats, the jokes, the chat shenanigans: gotta catch ’em all!

[f1]

FP3: Verstappen leads Leclerc as Sainz crashes out in wet final practice session in Montreal

Max Verstappen topped the timesheets in dominant style at a wet final practice session in Montreal, as the Red Bull driver set the pace ahead of Charles Leclerc and Fernando Alonso in preparation for qualifying later today. Following a mostly dry day of running on Friday, the drivers were greeted with a wet track as heavy rain continued to fall in the area. This meant the teams opted to fit their cars with extreme wet tyres in the early stages of the session. PRACTICE DEBRIEF: What we learned from the disrupted Friday running in Canada However, after 10 minutes of running, the drivers began to make the switch to the intermediates, as the teams investigated the crossover point for the tyres in conditions they are likely to face in qualifying later on. As the times began to pour in on the intermediates, it was Verstappen and the Ferraris who swapped fastest laps, with the Dutch driver eventually going quickest by over two and half tenths to Carlos Sainz, with a time of 1m 24.480s. 1 Max Verstappen VER Red Bull Racing 1:23.106 2 Charles Leclerc LEC Ferrari +0.291s 3 Fernando Alonso ALO Aston Martin +1.377s 4 Kevin Magnussen MAG Haas F1 Team +1.609s 5 Carlos Sainz SAI Ferrari +1.659s But it was soon to be bad news for Sainz, who spun into the barrier at Turn 1, heavily damaging both the front and rear of the SF23 and bringing out the red flags. In doing so he left his mechanics with a hefty repair job ahead of qualifying. Once the session resumed Verstappen continued to set the timesheets alight setting the fastest time of 1m 23.106s on the inters, to lead Leclerc, in second, by 0.291s. TIMELINE: The 50-year history of the Safety Car's evolution in Formula 1 Alonso was third quickest for Aston Martin but was over a second off the pace of Verstappen, but ahead of the impressive Haas of Kevin Magnussen in fourth, while Sainz’s time was still good enough to see him round out the top five. Pierre Gasly was sixth fastest for Alpine, ahead of the home favourite Lance Stroll and the AlphaTauri of Yuki Tsunoda – who escaped colliding with barriers on two occasions after spinning on track during the session. Valtteri Bottas, in ninth, also displayed incredible multitasking as he was seen holding on to his damaged wing mirror while driving in the rain. Hamilton and Mercedes struggled to get temperatures into their tyres in the wet After finishing first and second in FP2 on Friday, Lewis Hamilton and his Mercedes team mate George Russell finished in 10th and 15th, respectively, with both drivers struggling to get temperatures into their tyres. After recovering from his engine failure on his Haas on Friday, Nico Hulkenberg was 11th fastest, ahead of the McLaren pair of Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris in 12th and 13th, with the Williams of Alex Albon in 14th. TECH TALK: Analysing the upgrades brought by Aston Martin to Montreal as they look to 'smash' Mercedes The previously mentioned Russell came next, ahead of Nyck de Vries in 16th for AlphaTauri, while Sergio Perez was down in a lowly 17th for Red Bull. Zhou Guanyu was 18th for Alfa Romeo, ahead of the of Esteban Ocon – who continued his recovery from a water pressure issue on his Alpine in FP2 – to finish 19th, with Logan Sargeant down at the bottom of the field. Join us again at 1600 local time for what is sure to be an exciting qualifying session at the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve. via Formula 1 News https://www.formula1.com

[indigenouspeopleday]

Archbishop Caccia addresses The 22nd United Nations Permanent Forum On Indigenous Issues.

The Holy See expresses its appreciation for the work of the Permanent Forum on Indigenous Issues and would like to offer a few thoughts on the role Indigenous Peoples play in the areas of health and care for the environment. Recently, Pope Francis asked Governments “to recognize the Indigenous Peoples of the whole world, with their cultures, languages, traditions, and spirituality, and to respect their dignity and their rights.” In this sense, it is vital to acknowledge their unique experience in the areas that we are discussing today, which represent an irreplaceable resource for all humanity. In matters related to health, the United Nations Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples (UNDRIP) affirms the right of indigenous people to their traditional medicines and to maintain their health practices. In this regard, the Holy See stresses the importance of culturally sensitive healthcare. Imposing a model of health disregards the dignity and rights of Indigenous Peoples and risks becoming a form of “ideological colonization.” Furthermore, Governments should remove cultural, economic, linguistic, and information barriers to ensure access to quality health care. Second, while Indigenous Peoples have a minimal impact on climate change, they are among the first to face its consequences. At the same time, the contribution of Indigenous Peoples is fundamental in the fight against climate change. They can help enhance the resilience of ecosystems, including by adapting to the impact of climate change in creative ways, drawing on their traditional knowledge and practice. Therefore, valuing their cultural heritage and traditional knowledge helps open up pathways for better environmental management. Third, Indigenous lands make up around twenty percent of the Earth’s territory and contain eighty percent of the world’s remaining biodiversity. In this regard, Indigenous Peoples are irreplaceable custodians of biodiversity and key partners in its conservation, restoration and sustainable use. Indeed, Indigenous populations hold valuable knowledge and practices for the sustainable management of biodiversity due to their unique relationship with their lands, which is a “fundamental expression of their identity.” With this in mind, the Holy See thus reiterates that any effort to achieve the ambitious targets agreed upon in the Kunming-Montreal Global Biodiversity Framework must respect the rights of Indigenous Peoples, including over their territories.

Thank you, Madam Chair.

[pickingupmymercedes]

Home is wherever you are - Lewis Hamilton

request: I was wondering after hearing Lewis saying that he is looking to going home after the Canadian gp. Can you write a sort piece of the agony he has in his voice and he just want to be in the arms of his loved one.

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

warnings: angsty, mentions of Mercedes fuck up, Canada 2024 and that post quali interview

wordcount: +1K

a/n: I've had this sitting in my drafts since Canada, but I wanted to wait a bit for things and the rumors to settle down before I reread it and posted. I'm still salty on that hard tyres at the end though.

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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The cheers of the Montreal crowd celebrating a Mercedes's pole echoed in Lewis' ears long after Qualy had ended. He had led every free practice session, feeling the car was finally locked in with him. But in Q3, something had been missing. Maybe it was luck, maybe a fraction of a second's hesitation. Whatever it was, it had cost him dearly.

P7. A miserable P7 after dominating practice all weekend.

He plastered a tired smile on his face for the cameras and interviews, his own disappointment evident in the lack of the usual glimpse to his eyes.

“What’s going on in your mind after that qualifying session?” one reporter asked, leaning in expectantly.

Lewis shrugged, trying to keep his composure. “Nothing much, just looking forward to going home,” he'd mumbled to the reporter's query about his thoughts, the words leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. He knew it was a curt response, but he couldn’t bring himself to elaborate. All he wanted was to escape the scrutiny, the forced smiles, and the disappointment that hung over.

Home, at least for that night though, was the hotel room that felt more like a business conference room these days, devoid of warmth or the one person who could chase away the guilty he felt for not leaving up to his own expectations.

Back in London, Y/n scrolled through post-quali highlights, her smile fading with each dejected clip of Lewis. He wasn't just disappointed, he looked defeated. A knot formed in her stomach, the all so familiar feeling of helplessness twisting with the protectiveness she always felt towards him.

9 pm. Ridiculous, she knew, but the need to hold him, to be around him, was an urge she couldn't ignore.

"On the first flight out," she typed furiously, the message a lifeline thrown across the Atlantic. "There in 10 hours, tops. Around 2 am, your time"

The phone buzzed to life almost immediately. Lewis' voice, sharp with disbelief, echoed in her ear. "Y/n, are you insane? It's the middle of the night for you!"

"Doesn't matter" she cut him off, shoving clothes into a duffel bag. "I'm coming. Just... don't argue."

The next hour was a blur of packing, the phone pressed tight against her ear as Lewis argued, pleaded, then finally relented with a weary sigh. By the time she boarded the plane, the weight of exhaustion had settled in, but the worry for him was still deeply rooted.

The 9-hour flight felt like an eternity. Touching down in Montreal, she hailed a cab, the city still wrapped in the pre-dawn darkness. At the hotel, her heart hammered against her ribs as she used the spare key the hotel provided, the beep of the door lock seemingly taking longer than normally.

Three a.m. The monotonous hum of the air conditioner was broken by the door creaking open, Lewis propped on one elbow at the bed, his eyes looking tired and a bit sunken.

Before he could understand what was happening, she rushed forward, engulfing him in a tight hug. The familiar scent of his aftershave and the warmth of his body flooded her. He stiffened for a moment, then melted into her embrace, burying his face in her hair.

"You shouldn't have come" he mumbled; his voice thick with sleep.

"Had to." she whispered, stroking a hand down his back. They stayed in each other’s arms, the only light coming from the bedside table, a silent language passing between them, a comfort only they could offer each other.

Finally, he pulled back, hesitantly sitting up on the bed. The suite was grand but cold, much like it always used to be, only this time it also happened to mirror the emptiness in his eyes.

He waited for her to strip from her clothes and pull one of his discarded t-shirt over her head before gesturing for her to join him. The silence stretched once she took him in her arms, thick with unspoken questions and a heavy feeling of disappointment.

"Quali," she finally ventured, her voice soft.

He let out a humorless laugh. "Bottled it. Again."

"C’mom" she countered, her voice firm. "It happens, Lewis. Even to the best."

He looked at her, his eyes raw with a vulnerability he rarely showed the world. "Again, and again?! Maybe this was my real only shot this year."

The weight of his words settled on her like a lead blanket. This wasn't just about a bad qualifying session; this was about a season slipping through his fingers, about the gnawing fear that that was probably how the end of his years with Mercedes would be like.

The pressure, the constant fight to live up to expectations, it was a burden he carried mostly alone, a burden that threatened to crush him.

Tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't offer him a magic solution, couldn't guarantee a win. But she could, at the very least, offer him a safe harbor, a haven from the storm.

"I just don’t understand" he said after a while, his voice raw with emotion. "I felt so good about the car all weekend."

"I know," she replied softly. "You did everything you could. Sometimes, things just don’t go our way, no matter how much we want them to."

He sighed, pressing his face closer to her. "It feels like I’ve let everyone down. The team, the fans... myself mostly."

"You haven’t let anyone down," Y/n insisted. "You’ve given it your all, like you always do. That’s what matters. And no one who truly cares about you would think any less of you for it."

Scooting closer, she took his hand in hers, the warmth a meagre offering against the chill that had settled over him. "You're one of the best drivers on that sport, Lewis. And you know that."

He squeezed her hand, his gaze flickering with a flicker of defiance. “That’s not enough. You know how it goes, we’re only as good as our last race."

"Then you keep going because you’re Lewis Hamilton," she said firmly. "You’ve faced tougher challenges than this, and you’ve always come out stronger. There will be other races, and you’ll have more chances." She cupped his face, her thumb tracing the worry lines etched around his forehead. "I believe in you and you need to believe in yourself again. Remember why you started. Remember why we watch you race."

His gaze softened, but his mind still seemed lost in thought. He leaned into her touch, a silent plea for the belief she always seemed to possess. "I’ll always be here to remind you of that" she promised, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You’re not alone in this, Lew. Not ever."

The race day dawned grey and damp, mirroring Lewis' mood. The strategy meeting was tense and when the decision for the strategy was announced, a flicker of doubt crossed Lewis' face on using those hard tires.

The race itself was far from normal as usual, the ever thread of rain, the chaotic pit stops and strategies. Lewis fought his way through the pack, competition momentarily pushing the doubts aside. But at the end a “free pitstop” he wasn’t considering had him emerge on hards – a strategic decision that left him to fight even more with the car and potently lose on all the pace he had been building.

Lewis' blood ran cold. It felt like a betrayal, a deliberate attempt to stop any chances of fighting for the podium with him trapped on the slower tyres. He crossed the finish line in P4, the roars a distant echo in his ears.

Back at the hotel, Y/n watched, with an aching hear, how he couldn’t hide his disappointments to the media, his face a mask of controlled frustration almost letting loose.

Later that night, as the cities lights twinkled outside their plane heading to Los Angeles, Y/n pulled out her phone. "Look," she said, handing it to Lewis.

The screen buzzed with tweets and comments, the familiar #TeamLH trending worldwide. Messages of support, fans and commentators alike dissecting the race strategy, and vowing that Lewis had the pace to fight for that podium.

"They got your back. And I fear they’re not leaving." Y/n said softly, squeezing his hand with a soft chuckle. “I told you, you’re not alone in this. You’ve got an army of supporters who believe in you, just like I do.”

He leaned in and kissed her, feeling some of the weight of the day a bit lighter on his shoulders. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For everything.” his voice hoarse but laced with love. "We'll come back stronger next time. But before that, Roscoe’s waiting for us in California"

Y/n smiled, her heart brimming with pride for the man beside her. Home wasn't just a place, it was a feeling. And in each other’s arms, their home could be found even across the Atlantic.

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[rushingheadlong]

Freddie Mercury and his "chest wig" through the years

"We did two photo sessions quite early on in our career and for one of them - for the first one, I think, or for one of them, whatever - Freddie decided that he wanted to shave his chest. He wanted to have a clean-cut look. And then for the other photo sessions he was just normal. And then some guy in the press put two and two together to make five and said, 'Yes, of course, Freddie was wearing a chest wig in this one.'" --Brian May, Rock Montreal Commentary

[sources below]

From L-R and top-down:

Live at the Rainbow (1974)

Live at the Hammersmith Odeon (1975)

Somebody to Love music video (1976)

Live at Houston (1977)

Fat Bottomed Girls music video (1978)

Live at the Hammersmith Odeon (1979)

Live in Saint Paul (1980)

Rock Montreal (1981)

Queen on Fire: Live at the Bowl (1982)

Radio Ga Ga music video (1983)

Live at Montreux Pop Festival (1984)

Live in Tokyo (1985)

Hungarian Rhapsody (1986)

Making of the Great Pretender music video (1987)

Note: Music videos are listed for the year they were recorded, not the year the song was released

[nhlclover]

𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐍 | 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

word count: 1.25k

summary: when reunited, both yours and coles crushes on each other come back full force.

warnings: drinking, mentions of puking, tiny bit of swearing

notes: sort of but not really based on ‘hey stephen’ by taylor swift. hope you enjoy!!

You adored the wrap-around porch of the lakehouse. The screen allowed soft breezes and rays of sunlight to wade in while keeping bugs out. The comfy furniture Jack and Quinn had splurged on last summer was a bonus. That’s exactly why you found yourself nodding off into a midday nap in the cuddler chair, your book long forgotten on the side table next to you.

Tires crunching on the gravel followed by the car horn beeping obnoxiously rip you from the brink of sleep. You groan, getting up from the chair and walking to the front door to see who was there. Jack's car was now parked behind Quinn in the driveway, the trunk open.

You had arrived the week before with Quinn and Luke, the three of you driving from home together. Jack, however, had visited his friend Cole in Montreal and was driving down with Cole a few days later.

“Hey!” Jack calls out to you, walking over with a cooler in hand.

“Hey there.” You grinned. “What’s in the cooler?”

Jack places the cooler down, opening the lid to show you the contents. “Did you pack anything other than beer?” You asked.

Jack scoffs, picking it back up. “Of course. We have some coolers in the trunk.” He says, walking past you and into the house. You notice someone come out from behind the car, carrying a duffle bag and a backpack.

“Hey.” He smiles. You know who it is immediately. It’s hard to not recognize that face. That smile. That laugh.

You hadn’t seen Cole since he played with Jack on the USNDT. You had a crush on him back then when the two of you were in high school. He was always kind to you and you had always found him adorable. You saw him fairly frequently then, but hadn’t in 4 years since Cole moved to Montreal, while you stayed in the States and went to school.

“Hi.” You squeak out.

Cole is still just as cute and still has the same smile, just slightly older and more grown. In high school, Cole was smaller, making him a bit of an anomaly among hockey players. But now he had filled out, put on muscle and you were finding now that there was a new layer to your attraction. A new physical attraction.

“Hi y/n,” He replies, stepping closer to you and opening his arms. “What has it been? Ten years since I saw you?”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Try four.” You say, accepting his hug.

“How is that possible?” He asks.

“Blame Jack, he’s the one who always invites you when I’m never here.” You say.

“Why would I want my annoying sister here during a boys' trip?” Jack said, giving you a shoulder check as he walked past you to the car.

You stuck up your middle finger to his back, walking back inside with Cole following behind. Quinn and Luke had now come in from the dock, greeting Cole.

“Hey, man,” Luke says, bringing him in for a hug. “How’s it going?”

While Luke and Cole caught up with one another, you helped stock the fridge.

The first two weeks of summer blew by. Your days consisted of boat rides, occasionally joining your brothers and Cole in their training sessions at the local rink, and tanning on the dock. Through the two weeks spent together, your crush on Cole grew stronger.

Cole, in being around you for the first time in 4 years, is reminded of the crush he once harboured for you. He’d once thought it was just a fleeting crush he’d long dismissed. However, now being with you, he realized it was much more than that. It was a pining that never truly went away, merely went dormant just beneath the surface.

It was nearing the end of Cole’s stay before he was going to head back to Wisconsin. For Cole, whose feelings had hit their peak, it was now or never to confess his feelings.

The combined brains of Jack and Luke had decided to have a final night of going hard and drinking. From inside, you could hear the shouting of the boys who were playing a drinking game. You’d played the first few rounds of a game Quinn had introduced but forfeited as you didn’t want to be too hungover in the morning. You’d instead retreated to the porch, observing the lightning strikes on the neighbouring islands. You nursed a beer that you had started in the last round of the game.

A few moments later the door connecting the living room to the patio opened, and Cole stepped out. “Hey.” He said upon spotting you.

“Hey.” You replied. “You finished your drinking game?”

“No, they’re still going at it. I bailed.” Cole said. He walks over, standing next to you. He follows your gaze to the lake, the sound of the rain hitting the water filling the silence.

Cole admires the way you seem transfixed by the storm. “You like thunderstorms?” Cole asks.

“I love them.” You reply, a grin forming on your lips. “The way the lightning illuminates the sky…It’s just so cool”

Staring at you now, Cole was entranced by how you looked at the water. He couldn’t help himself. Something within Cole snaps and he can’t keep it in any longer. The song inside the living room changed, Hey Stephen now playing. The song sparks an idea in his head and Cole blurts out the words.

“I can’t help it… you look like an angel.” Cole says. Your head snaps towards him and you go to speak, but Cole beats you to it. “And I can’t help it if I wanna kiss you in the rain.”

You clue into what Cole is referencing, a grin forming on your lips. You stay quiet, hoping Cole will continue which he does.

“So come feel this magic I’ve been feeling since I met you. I can’t help it if there’s no one else. I can’t help myself.” He finishes.

“Did you just quote Taylor Swift?” You ask Cole.

“Maybe…” Cole says, reluctantly.

“Are you flirting with me?” You ask him.

Cole takes a step back, his cheeks burning as he reads your reaction as one of almost disgust. “Oh, am I that bad at it?”

“Not at all.” You smile. Cole relaxes at your words. “So do you really want to kiss me in the rain?”

Cole steps forward, slowly placing his hands on your waist. Apprehension and anticipation lace the air as you prepare to cross a boundary previously untouched. His lips land softly on yours, contradicting the emotions that were swirling within the both of you. With each kiss and the quickening of the rhythm, you find yourself melting into him. Your arms link around his shoulders, drawing him closer till your chests are pressed together.

Thunder rattles the sky but doesn’t disturb the bubble you two were in, rather underscoring the moment you two were having.

You are finally forced apart when the door to the porch swings open, hitting the wall next to it. Luke comes rushing out and down the steps, emptying the contents of his stomach onto the grass. Jack and Quinn come out next, not even noticing the two of you, instead laughing hysterically at Luke as he dry heaves on the lawn.

Cole takes your hand, quietly drawing you away and back into the house. You follow him up the stairs, away from the boys downstairs.

[beabnormal24]

A bit of another yapping session from me.

Let’s clarify what being ‘less pr indoctrinated’ actually means. Because I’ve seen a lot of people being happy about the fact that Charles is finally speaking his mind and following less the “rules of pr”.

And that is, in fact, true. He made the right choice last gp in Montreal by speaking facts about how the car didn’t suit the track and it was going to be a bad weekend.

What he did today was not the same.

I read people comparing it to how Max or Lando or Oscar mostly are during interviews, but those people fail to see the difference: one thing is answering stupid questions in a sarcastic way (exactly what Max and Lando and Oscar usually do), and another is throwing your teammate’s name through the mud when he only had praises for you in your home race.

Not following pr rules doesn’t mean disrespect, please note the difference.

[strulovitches]

first move (?)

cbf!lance x f!reader

summary : basically you and lance are childhood best friends and one day when he was sitting spread eagle it makes you h*rny and some suggestive stuff ensues.

a/n : inspired by lance sitting spread eagle in that one video. you know which vid i’m talking about. this has been in my notes for so long and it really isn’t written very well but i just thought i should put this out there in case anyone would enjoy it lmao. so,,,, if you’re a lance enjoyer,,,, have fun!

you locked your phone, staring at your reflection as the screen turned dark. qualifying had just finished about half an hour ago and from where you were standing in lance’s motorhome you could still hear the distant cheers outside, undoubtedly celebrating a rare occasion where pole position was a car that wasn’t a red bull. lance had invited you to this race, just like all the other dozens of times you have attended a grand prix weekend. the relationship you have with lance is kind of cute, both of your fathers were long-time friends which meant that you knew lance ever since he was a little boy racing go-karts around montreal. growing up together, you were there when he first won his go-kart championship and he was there to comfort you when you first failed your maths test. a childhood best friends trope at its finest.

more than a decade has passed which has seen both you and lance grow to become a man and a woman. you thought about how lance was no longer a scrawny boy with a bowl haircut. he grew to be a handsome young man, his job requiring him to train religiously and as a result gain muscle. his skinny arms, ones which you used to compare with chicken legs grew thicker, his chest wider, and he soon towered over you. throughout these past few years, you always found yourself staring at his shirtless torso a bit too long during both of your family’s annual yacht trips together. you wanted to cup his face in your hands and at the same time his broad back made you wonder what it would feel like your dig your nails into it. you chastised yourself, how could you have thoughts like that about your childhood best friend? despite that, you weren’t oblivious to the glances lance would give you as well. lance too, noticed your physical changes.

his cheeky teases turned into flirtations and once innocent hugs lingered a bit longer as you both savoured being held by each other. so were both you and lance sort of pining for each other? well, yes. has anyone made a first move? nope. (but maybe that’s going to change now)

lance walked in plopping down on the couch with a huff. his legs were spread and arms on the couch rest throwing his head back

you felt like you were in a trance. your eyes trained on his neck watching his adam’s apple bob trying to catch his breath from his sprint. the sweat on his face was dripping on to the towel he had on his neck. he was always so sweaty after sessions in the car for some reason. your gaze trailed down his body seeing how his fireproofs perfectly hugged his biceps, chest and torso. the longer you stared at his thighs made thoughts made your mind wander about what was beneath his pants. slowly, you felt your face flush. the heat pooling in your stomach was starting to intensify the longer you spent gazing at him.

you broke your trance to find a pair of cheeky brown eyes already staring back. a stupid cocky smirk plastered on his stupid handsome face. obviously, you’ve been caught checking him out.

‘like what you see?’ and so, the teasing game begins

you give him a once over again, trying to sound nonchalant. ‘definitely’ you paused. ‘close your legs before i do something stupid’ you continued, fumbling with your phone to calm down your racing heart.

he let out a laugh. ‘i’m intrigued now. come on, nothing will be too stupid.’ you hear him persuade.

moments pass. were you really going to be the first one to make a move?

fuck it. you placed your phone on the table and walked towards him, never breaking eye contact. stopping in between his legs you gaze down at him. he still has that stupid smile on his face.

staring into his eyes, you slowly start to kneel. your hands place themselves on his knees as you feel the plush carpet underneath your knees. you could see his eyes turn dark and his smile falter. his relaxed posture becomes apprehensive, slowly sitting up at this turn of events. you smile as your hands slide up his legs and place your cheek on his thigh, lips dangerously close to somewhere he would rather them be. clearly, there’s no need to explain what something stupid is.

‘happy now stroll?’ you lilt, seeing his jaw clench at your precarious position.

‘no, show me what you’ve got’ he continues.

giving him your best doe eyes, you bring your lips to the canadian flag printed on the navel of his racing suit. hands still on his thighs, you start kissing each letter of his name printed. you could feel your chin brushing against his crotch every time you shift.

‘how about now?’ you tilt your head looking up at him.

he doesn’t look too happy when he cups your jaw with his hand. ‘teasing isn’t nice you know.’ he says, brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.

you catch his thumb between your teeth as you give it a lick. a teasing glint appears in your eyes, opening your mouth to release his thumb. ‘then don’t start’ you finish, pushing his legs wider as you use the momentum to stand up as you move to amble away.

what a fucking temptress. he curses in his mind. ‘1-0 stroll! it’s your turn to make a move!’ he hears you yell out. just you wait baby, just you wait.

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"POUR INCENDIAT," Le Soleil. June 20, 1934. Page 13. ---- Devant le juge en chef Hugues Fortier de la Cour des Sessions de la Paix a comparu lundi, Armand Soucy, arrivé le matin de la prison de Bordeaux où il purge actuellement une sentence.

Soucy est accusé d'avoir comploté avec Jean-Charles Paradis pour com mettre un acte criminel, à savoir un incendiat dans un restaurant de la sixième rue, à Limoilou, le 12 janvier dernier. Ce restaurant était te nu par le co-accusé Jean-Charles Paradis.

La cause devait s'instruire hier devant Son Honneur le juge Roy, mais elle fut ajournée à jeudi le 21 juin, à la demande du procureur de la poursuite, Mtre Eugene Marquis, tenu de s'absenter de la ville aujourd'hui pour affaires professionnelles.

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