https://x.com/SCUDERIAFEMBOY/status/1811436553799151769 why is this hot 🫠
“i haven't met verstappen often on the track yet, because he's so dominant. i know he fights hard, but i’m not shying away from that. i want to beat everyone. max knows very little about me and that can be an advantage.”
This truly somebody managed by mark webber like this bro was trained to c a blond in a red bull car and activate instant kill
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watched i saw the tv glow, sobbed in the theater and half an hour later i still want to cry when i think about it
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It’s an end of an era I just finished greywarren and while it was probably my least favourite of the books I am happy ronan and Adam for their happy ending and are now gay farmers who are engaged love to see them winning.
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you ever get to a point when you're writing a oneshot or chapter or whatever and something is not quite right but you can't really determine what so it's really hard to improve it through editing??
im happy with pieces of it sure but im about to just start from scratch because it is not working
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popping into say hello new episode was kinda perfect hope everyone is coping well…….(giving bones another chance if they get to ch 107 and on)
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7 :)
7. silent fury
so. 🧍♂️ i kinda forgot about the silent part completely and just went ‘jay has so much anger and fury inside her fuck yeah’ LMAO so enjoy same jay rage o7
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The fire had been first kindled when a Navy Officer knocked in her door and requested her mother with a solemn face. When her mother’s hands shook and the fell on the hard wood floor, Jay hadn’t cried that hard before once in her life. Her mother’s knees were bruised for the next week.
She didn’t think the embers were ever extinguished. Chip’s offer of escape, of freedom, to find the truth and seek revenge only gave her another lighter to throw into her brush.
There were days it roared. Where the fire had grown larger than her house ever was and consumed her. The ends of her hair were left glowing and smoking and her skin hot to the touch. She danced with the flames and dumped gasoline and laughed when they flickered taller. These days scared her. It was easy to let the unreleased and tense rage consume her. On many days, she let it. Her throat raw from her screams and arms loose from all the tension she released, she would cry hot and angry tears. Too much grief too express properly. Chip and Gill held her close these days. They couldn’t understand what they saw, but they could see an aspect of Jay hidden beneath. She poked out further and further with every log tossed into the wild fire.
Ava had been a lit match. Carefully controlled and easy to grasp and easy to wipe out. But there would always be another match to take the last one’s place. Below her had been a puddle of gasoline and Jay wondered if she had ever let her match fall from her finger tips before she died. If she had let the rage consume her the same way it consumes Jay.
She tried to hide it. She avoided the crew when her grief and anger boiled over her clamped down pot. When she couldn’t recall the words to the lullaby Ava always sang, or the smell of her mother’s favorite perfume. She’d seek Drey for comfort some days, wishing to see a familiar face of home. He couldn’t remember much from before the Block. He could barely recall Ava’s name, which stung worse than it should have, in a moral standpoint.
In the end, her uncle was just a reminder of what what they had both lost. What time had taken from them both. He looked too similar to her father, anyways.
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