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Eid Mubarak to my friends and followers who are celebrating 💜☪️

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No difference except , the zionists made it worse , they stripped them from their clothes

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Who here would like to join me in saying

"FUCK ISRAEL"?

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The importance of boycotting

Keep this in mind for all boycotting. From doing it for Palestine to DR Congo to whoever else needs our support.

This is edited & updated thanks to @walks-the-ages

ID: A video by Mohamed Alnaas, from Libya, showing the chain of everyday products funding a genocide.

A young man with brown skin is looking into a display cooler of Pepsi cola, before grabbing one out of the fridge and approaching the cashier, another young man with brown skin. "How Much is this?" He asks, and the cashier responds "Two dinars".

The camera view splits into 16 grids, showing various hands as a chorus of voices say "Here you go," passing over that two dinars, which quickly is multiplied by the number of people who purchase these pepsi products every day.

The cashier puts the bills into his till and begins counting a wad of cash from the till as the camera zooms through the store to show a Pepsi delivery truck -- the camera zooms in as the store owner passes a wad of cash over to the delivery driver, then we see a man in a building as he is counting and sorting the bills, which flash by the screen as they transition into $100 demonimation American Dollars, stacks and stacks of them as an entire briefcase is filled in a small white office , showing that same business man as he brings the suitcase full of thousands and millions worth of American dollars to a military contractor.

The scene changes again, until we are in a dimly lit warehouse, where a man is presneting the suitcase full of cash to his superior, who gives a thumbs up to a worksman, who puts on welding goggles and does a montague of hammering, cutting, welding, and painting, until he proudly presents a missile to his superior, nestled in a case of straw.

"Perfect!" the superior exclaims.

The scene changes again, to show a fighter jet flying at high speed through a rainstorm, lit from beneath by glowing lights on the ground. The Camera zooms into show the pilot in the cockpit, as their superior officer questions "Captain, do you have eyes on the target?"

The pilot is expressionless as they respond "Affirmative. I have visuals" while lightning flashes around them. The Pilot leans over to look down at the ground, where a young girl is running playfully while her father follows behind her. "Sir, are you sure about the coordinates? I'm seeing civilians nearby" The pilot narrates.

The girl is looking up into the storm, as the pilot's superior orders "Do it!"

Suddenly, we are in the clouds as the bomb is dropping through the air, lighting flashing all around as the storm clouds part to reveal a city in the midst of being bombed. The bomb we are following drops -- and the camera zooms into the little girl's eyes before going black.

there is a pause, the screen black, before we are zoomed out again, seeing the girl's innocent expression as she looks skyward at the bomb about to drop on her, with her father crouched at her side, cradling her in his arms; he knows what is about to happen to them. Heatwaves from the fires waver across the screen in a red glow as we zoom in on the girl's face as her eyes are lit by the light of the fires ; the camera moves back again, and we see the girl, with her father crouched with her in his arms, the bomb inches away from them as the sky and earth turn red hot like fire as it moves in slow motion, before making contact in a flash of light.

the word "boycott" hovers into view, shaking unsteadily. end ID

also an ID for the tweet:

[ID: A tweet from Palestine Online @OnlinePalEng , that reads "A young Libyan Mohamed Alnaas produced a boycott video delivering a clear message, urging people to boycott products that support israeli apartheid" with a screenshot from the video of the girl looking up into the sky, posted 5:36am 3/2/24 with 2.4 million views. End ID]

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'Despite all the pain and grief Gaza lights up to welcome Ramadan'

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THANK YOU THAT WAS EXACTLY HOW I WAS THINKING! PERFECT!

Congratulations! Your works are amazing! You totally deserved this. Can i please request a headcannons about a secret reliationship between mick schumacher and a female driver?

KISSING IN SECRET ★ MSC47

pairing: mick schumacher x merc driver!reader ( she/her ) word count: 1679 warnings: mentions of misogyny !!!

2k celebration ★ general masterlist

Love comes easy to you and Mick—friends for too long, eager to make up for the time lost. What’s hard is the nature of your relationship; secrecy protecting your peace.

It begins at a pub in Austin, 2021. You were celebrating your first win for Mercedes, and even though his result was far from good, Mick decided to tag along. Then, all it took was a couple of shots, a bit of dancing, and a lonely corner to blur the lines of friendship and fall on each other’s lips. 

A week of tension, anxiety, and avoidance later, you were falling asleep in his arms, heavy breathing and soft touches all over your body.

Now your life is based on clandestine meetings, brushing fingers or stolen kisses, and a well put illusion of friendship. 

And no one ever thought much about your closeness, not until Mick moved to Mercedes in 2023. 

When people saw Mercedes’ star driver sharing so closely with the new guy—one whose performance didn’t leave people’s mouths,—they prayed for a big story. By the time Australia rolled by, the PR team requested distance while the cameras were on. 

And it wasn't as if these types of requests were foreign to you; misogyny was a thing after all, but you were never in love with George, or Lewis, or Alex, or Lance, or anyone but Mick. It was frustrating, but it didn't change a lot of things—especially because Mick was a reserve driver.

Of course, the topic would make it into your conversations: 

“Do you think it would be a disaster? I mean going public.” Mick asked almost out of nowhere. You were lying on his chest, freshly showered after a disappointing Austrian GP. “Maybe. It will most likely follow us forever.” You said, and he sighed, “Do you think the team would be okay with it?” “I think they care about us enough.”

There were stories about this. Drivers within the same teams having such a strong relationship (let it be romantic or platonic, who knows) that they destroy not only their’s but the team’s trust. 

Both of you believe Lewis knows. Your only evidence being the small pep talk he gave you moments before his last race in the sport, in 2022. Something about being selfish, about how this sport will always judge, so you might as well take what you want.

You wanted everything. To be selfish, to take your time, to figure everything out first, but also to just be reckless. You didn’t tell him that; you just expressed your gratitude.

The European arm makes it a bit easier. Motorhomes are used, and hotel rooms become unnecessary. It’s as simple as walking into a room and not caring about avoiding people in the hallway; your only excuse is your well-known friendship. 

You love spending nights laughing, kissing, crying, and everything in between. 

You were reckless, and learned to be as careful as you needed after the George incident™

It happened in Belgium; the race and debrief ending hours ago. You were in your room, boyfriend sneaking in to talk about the race, which ended in a very lovely make-out session. And that’s when (clueless) George decided to knock on your door. 

Mick ran to your closet, making a mess of your race suits to be able to close the door. You, absolutely terrified of the Paddock’s Gossip Girl, threw a blanket over your body, taking a deep breath before facing George’s comments of: “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” and “Also hit by a truck,” and “Need help with the suits?” 

You rolled your eyes and had him complain about the car with you for forty-seven minutes. Mick could barely feel his legs after that one. 

At some point, the team starts talking. More about Mick having a crush than anything—especially since he doesn't deny it. But it’s mostly a joke; no one takes it too seriously until that teasing reaches Toto’s ears. 

For a second, you were ready to be called to his office and hear him talk about how he supported whoever you chose to love, but that if someone or something was making you uncomfortable, you must tell him. 

You had always been grateful for those talks. In the end, you knew they were there because of how ruthless the media had been in 2020, after your first dating rumors with a driver—with George, out of all people, your teammate then and your teammate now. George who had (and has) a girlfriend. It had been an awful sophomore season, to say the least.

This was different, though. This was not the media making up things; this was his own team talking about his reserve driver having a crush on his driver. This could be a different story. 

Here’s the thing: You had never heard the teasing in person, you knew of it because of Mick. You spent nights laughing at it together, making up responses he could give to hard launch your relationship. They never got out of the coziness of your bed, but it was fun. 

That particular day wasn’t Mick gossiping, that day you were there, and it caught you off guard. A good off-guard, you were ready to laugh it off. 

But Toto was also there, mistaking your surprise for discomfort. And so you weren’t called to his office, you stood next to him during a 20-minute talk on professionalism, respect, and boundaries.

You were grateful, not knowing where that joke could end up… But still, you and Mick laughed the whole night. 

Also, I would be lying if I said it didn’t set off an alarm, bringing to the table a thought you had been trying to avoid: the consequences of public. The need for security.

Consequences mean a lot to people, especially in your sport. A driver’s health could be destroyed by not acknowledging them after all.

For you, consequences meant having the media hang on to it forever to diminish your work. It means being called names, be harassed by fans. Means being accused of taking advantage of your power. It could even mean closing doors to other female drivers because misogyny is a thing.

For Mick, it means another reason for his place in Mercedes to be questioned. “Who knows how long they have been dating?” “She and his last name gave him a place.” It means being portrayed as an exploiter, his relationship reduced to an unethical plan to get back on track. Means being praised at your expense.

But there are pros. There’s a necessity to continue changing people’s minds, to be happy, selfish, and own it.

Summer break gets in the way of those conversations though...

Breaks are your favorite part of the year (as a couple). You either stay in Switzerland or avoid the so-called “hard launch islands,” where drivers pretend obliviousness towards snapping pictures of them and their partners.

(Sebastian Vettel gave it the name by the way)

“What if we soft launch?” You asked one morning, scrolling through Pinterest and looking at all the ways a soft launch could happen. Mick choked on his drink, coughing a bit before answering, “I’m so sorry, babe, but what?” “Hear me out! We can have people know we are in a relationship, but they don't have to know it’s us yet. It can be a years-long soft launch if we want.” 

Mick stared at you for a whole minute, smirk following it. He thought it was brilliant, laughing while trying to properly kiss you. 

“We have to tell PR, tho.”

Two weeks later, you called on a meeting with PR, lawyers, and Toto, they had no idea what would be discussed. 

Toto's eyes went wide as he saw you and Mick enter the room together, and everyone followed his motion after you briefly explained the situation.

Your PR manager spoke first, “I won't lie and tell you it’s going to be easy; both of you understand how cruel the media is, but I also don’t think it will be as hard as we imagine... if you go public, of course.”

Then Toto started talking about how, to some extent, he understood your worries. How “People will talk sh*t all the time; you need to unconditionally support each other so it doesn’t kill you.” He gave the support talk and visited a couple of logistical questions.

Five days later, Mick had soft-launched his girlfriend, and five weeks after that, you had a boyfriend. 

Eventually, you told some friends (those who didn’t know already.) 

George was 100% not surprised. He grins and shouts, "Knew it!” and suggests a double date with him and Carmen. (To that plan, other couples are added—Alex, Lance, Esteban, etc.)

It turns out, with the help of your team and the correct people, everything becomes easier. From interacting in front of the cameras to booking rooms.

One of your favorite things is the teasing your friends/colleagues give Mick after you score a podium. He starts giggling and muttering about how proud he is of you, cheeks turning pink and eyes unable to leave you.

Mick loves sitting next to you during debriefing, letting you play with his hand under the table when anxiety strikes. 

It feels good. Not to be so secret around the paddock. 

“You know I love you, right?” “Yeah, but I love you more.” “Okay, competitive!”

Sometimes you want everyone to know. Surprise the world with Mick being the guy on your Instagram, and Mick feeling the need to shout in everyone’s faces that his girlfriend wasn't the model they speculated to be.

The third year of your relationship, 2024, is the hardest. There are eyes on you all season, commentary becomes stronger as you fight with Max on track, and so rumors of your relationship with Mick arise. 

Mick hates everything being said about you and eventually can’t hold back the need to be loud about it. And so do you. 

Both of you want to be selfish. Take whatever you want out of this sport. Who cares what people say.

#my requests #mick schumacher #F1

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fear not! for the crimson flag that proudly waves in these dawns, shall never fade,

before the last fiery hearth that is ablaze within my nation burns out.

and that, is the star of my nation, and it will forever shine;

it is mine; and solely belongs to my valiant nation.

frown not, i beseech you, oh thou coy crescent,

but smile upon my heroic nation! why the anger, why the rage?

our blood we shed for you will not be worthy otherwise;

for freedom is the absolute right of my god-worshipping nation.

i have been free since the beginning and forever will be so.

what madman shall put me in chains! i defy the very idea!

i'm like the roaring flood; powerful and independent,

i'll tear apart mountains, exceed the oceans and still gush out!

the lands of the of the west may be armored with walls of steel,

but i have borders guarded by the mighty chest of a believer.

recognize your innate strength! and think: how can this fiery faith ever be killed,

by that battered, single-fanged monster you call "civilization"?

my friend! leave not my homeland to the hands of villainous men!

render your chest as armor and your body as trench! stop this disgraceful rush!

for soon shall come the days which are promised...

who knows? perhaps tomorrow? perhaps even sooner!

view not the soil you tread on as mere earth, recognize it!

and think about the shroudless thousands who lie so nobly beneath you.

you're the noble son of a martyr, take shame, hurt not your ancestor!

unhand not, even when you're promised worlds, this paradise homeland.

what man would not die for this heavenly piece of land?

martyrs would gush out were one to just squeeze the soil! martyrs!

may god take all my loved ones and possessions from me if he will,

but may he not deprive me of my one true homeland for the world.

oh glorious god, the sole wish of my pain-stricken heart is that,

no infidel's hand should ever touch the bosom of my sacred temple.

these adhans, and these shahadahs that my hearing is accustomed to, are the base of my religion,

and may their noble sound last loud and wide over my eternal homeland.

for only then, shall my tombstone -if there is one- lay its forehead on the earth (like in salah) a thousand times in ecstasy,

and tears of fiery blood shall gush out of my every wound,

and precisely so shall my corpse gush out from the earth like an eternal spirit,

and perhaps only then, shall my head rise and at long last reach the heavens.

so flap and wave like the bright dawning sky, oh thou glorious crescent,

so that our every last drop of blood may finally be worthy!

neither you nor my nation shall ever be extinguished!

for freedom is the absolute right of my ever-free flag;

for freedom is the absolute right of my god-worshipping nation!

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Welcome Onboard

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

My original character blurb

Cofton, Novyi Zem

I took a deep breath as I knocked Nikolai's door. A very familiar voice said "Come in." I opened the door and saw him bended onto some papers under candle's light. He was frowning, deeply concentrated. I silently walked and sat down on his bed, pulled my knees to my chest and leaned to wall. Nikolai breathed out loudly and then stretched his back by lifting his arms. Turned to me, "So?"

"So, your decision is final."

"Yep. What about yours?" he asked, his hazel eyes were shining in half lighted room.

Our gun master was thinking about keeping me as his apprentice for more times, he was thinking that I was so talented about making guns and he was keep saying that I'll be a famous gunmaster one day. But, I wasn't wanting this at all. I didn't know how much I can handle being in a foreign country. I didn't know many people here and I was really not interested in making guns. I wanted to be free. I wanted to be close to my father. I wanted to be with Nikolai. I wanted adventure, just like stories that I used to read as a kid.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. "Actually I am still struggling in Zemeni and making guns are not my thing that much." I said as fast as I can.

"But you are pretty good at it."

"Just because I am a Grisha."

Nikolai silked his shoulders.

"And also, it's far from sea here."

He lifted his eyebrow.

I wrapped my arms around my legs and putted my chin on my knees.

"I also know sailor knots."

He started smiling, so do I.

"I also know stars, it's pretty important to navigate in open seas. If you don't want to draw circles and die because of scurvy, you need someone like me." I said while looking at the ceiling.

"Also I need Fabricators too, you can find a place in this quota too!"

"I am just not sure if I am-"

"You are enough!" He said with a bored voice.

I wasn't smiling anymore. Anxiety was hitting me hard.

"I promise, you are enough." Now his voice was soft.

"Promise me to not kicking me out when I mess things up."

"You won't. You never did and not doing now either.  I am sure you will not. If you do, I'll throw myself off deck."

"Well, I am even more stressed out right now, thanks." I said with a shadow of a laugh.

"You'll get used to. Being second captain means many responsibility."

"No, you'll find someone more experienced and knows how to do things and he'll help you, only someone like this can be your second captain."

"Well, I am sure we can handle."

"No. Nikolai, I am serious. Not because of I don't want to be your second captain. Because of this is serious. Promise me to find someone experienced to help you."

"You are acting like the man that you want me to find."

I took a deep breath. "You are making me tired sometimes."

"Alright, go rest now. Everything will be how it should be, I promise."

Then Nikolai stood up and extended his hand to shake mine. "Welcome onboard, Miss Skarsgard. His smiling was blinding. I stood up while reflecting his expression, took his hand. "Thank you kapitan."

#nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai lantsov imagine #nikolai lanstov x y/n #nikolai lantsov fanfiction #nikolai lantsov #shadow and bone #shadow and bone fanfiction

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OH MY GOD. JENSON BUTTON CHILDHOOD CRUSH??? SEB REVEALS IT TO EVERYONE???? KIMI REVEALS THAT MICK LOVES HER???? WHAT IS THIS A MASTERPIECE?

ois literally me btw

THE PRIZE THAT KEEPS ON GIVING 

pairings: jenson button x driver!reader / lewis hamilton x driver!reader / susie wolff x driver!reader / toto wolff x driver!reader / sebastian vettel x driver!reader / mick schumacher x driver!reader / kimi raikkonen x driver!reader

warnings: talk about getting drunk. a drunk kimi. swearing. the host is made up cause I couldn't find the name of the person that actually does it lol. 

author's note: idk how these award ceremonies go but then again all of this is fiction so just be delulu with me :) also, not me posting fics about the fia gala consecutively.

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''Welcome our rookie of the year, Y/N Y/L.'' The host called her up on the stage, the other attendees clapping for her as she got up from her seat. 

It hadn't been her first time on the FIA Prize Giving stage, having collected her Formula 3 European Championship trophy two years earlier. Despite having done this before, the young woman felt nervous and uncomfortable with all the eyes on her. 

She thanked the person giving her the award, anxiously smiling at the audience. Y/N found the comforting eyes of Susie in the crowd, the older woman giving her a supportive nod. 

''Y/N, thank you for being here and congratulations on being named the FIA Rookie of the Year.'' David praised her, a semi-genuine smile on his face. 

She bowed her head. ''Thank you so much.'' 

''You had a very great year, a podium and P7 in the championship standing- best of the midfield- has everything sunken in yet?'' He asked, holding the microphone up to her mouth . 

''It's really crazy, to be honest. You know, I was already happy with just scoring points in Australia, but to, uh, have made it on the podium as well… just crazy- I'm, uh, very happy with how my first season went.'' She answered, stuttering over her words a few times. 

David nodded along to her words, subtly taking a look at his notes. ''Barely two weeks ago, you shared your first podium with Lewis and Sebastian in Abu Dhabi,'' the host pointed at the two men in the audience, the both of them caught off guard by the sudden mention of their names, ''they're the World Champion and Vice-Champion of this season, how did it feel to share the podium with them?'' 

''Uh, you know- pretty great,'' her slow response garnered some chuckles from the crowd, ''they're legends of our sport so I felt very honoured to have been up there with them, especially to end the season.'' Y/N gave herself an encouraging nod at the end of her response. 

''You said after the race that the two of them were your childhood idols, and they have also given you several praises throughout the season, but there is also another person you looked up to as a child, right?'' The rookie could feel there was something coming up as David looked at her with a smirk on his face, but she was clueless as to what it was. 

Her confused face amused all of the attendees, a chorus of laughter being heard and making her even more nervous. ''Oh- I don't like that look on your face.'' She joked, the laughter growing at her response. 

''Well, Y/N- a certain someone might have informed us about an interview you did about 7 years ago when you were 11 years-old,'' David grinned, Y/N giving him a puzzled look, ''in which you said and I quote: 'I want to become a Formula 1 driver, win a World Championship and marry Jenson Button.' Does that ring any bells?'' 

As soon as the last words were said, Y/N turned her back to the audience and covered her gaping mouth, shocked they would bring this up after all the time that had passed. 

All of the attendees were having the time of their life as they saw the obvious embarrassment on the girl's face despite her trying to cover it up. 

Y/N almost tried to make a run for it, but was stopped by David who held onto her arm. ''You're not going anywhere, we're not done yet.'' He snickered, taking another look at his cards. 

''Unfortunately, Jenson is not here tonight, but we do have something else for you.'' David smirked, motioning his arm to the projector behind them- the face of Jenson appearing on the big screen. 

''Hello, everyone! I couldn't be there due to other engagements, but I just wanted to congratulate Y/N on her wonderful rookie season and for being awarded 'Rookie of the Year' tonight,'' Jenson's self-made video played, Y/N watching in shock that this was actually happening. 

''I was made aware of your aspirations to marry me,'' she could see him holding back a huge grin, ''unfortunately, I'm not single so I'm afraid that I'll have to turn the offer down, but I'm very flattered by your confidence and determination of your 11 year-old self.'' Jenson laughed, his infamous smile making an appearance. 

''Anyway- I wish you good luck for the next season and I'm sure it will be even better than this one! Again, congratulations and I hope you enjoy your evening! Bye bye!'' He bids her goodbye and the screen goes back to black. 

Y/N slowly turns back around, her perplexed expression entertaining everyone in the crowd. She was feeling a mix of emotions; disbelief, happiness and also humiliation. 

''You like the surprise, Y/N?'' David asked her, containing himself from bursting out in laughter. 

He held the mic up to her face, but for several moments she didn't say anything, staring mindlessly at nothing. ''I'm, uh, well, that was, uh,'' she stumbled over her words, trying not to curse as it was still a formal event. 

''She's speechless, ladies and gentlemen.'' David interrupted her, making everyone laugh again. ''You didn't expect that, did you?'' 

''No, I did not expect that, David.'' Y/N answers more clearly, her blunt tone resulting in some loud cackles being heard- she swore she recognized Lewis among them. 

''Alright- well, we're going to round it up here, but you're going to celebrate your season well tonight?'' He finished the interview with his last question. 

The young woman nodded her head. ''Yeah, I'm gonna drink all night to forget this.'' She responded, another symphony of laughter and snickering being heard through the large space. 

''That's really great, Y/N- everyone, a round of applause for our Rookie of the Year, Y/N Y/L!'' The female driver walked as quickly as she could in heels off the stage, making her way back to her table.

Since she was still part of the Mercedes Junior Program, she had been seated with Susie, Toto and Lewis, along with a bunch of other Mercedes employees. 

''You've really brightened the place up, Y/N.'' Susie told her the moment she sat down on her chair, a big smile on her face. 

She jokingly rolled her eyes at the older woman, staring down at her own hands in her lap. A hand tapping her arm made her look up. ''Here,'' Lewis handed her a glass of what seemed to be champagne, ''I think you can use this.'' He sheepishly smiled. 

''I've never felt this embarrassed in my life.'' She took the glass and gulped it down in one go, loudly placing the empty glass back down on the table. 

''Don't drink too fast!'' Toto scolded her, not coming across as stern since he was laughing. ''You don't want to end up like Kimi over there.'' The Team Principal pointed at the Ferrari table where a drunk Kimi Raikkonen was trying to put Sebastian in a headlock. 

''It's his Finnish blood.'' Y/N argued, filling up her glass again. 

''It was you, wasn't it?'' There could have been only one person that informed the host about Y/N's past infatuation with the British driver, and during the break she went over to his table and confronted him about it. 

Sebastian flinched at the sudden hand on his shoulder, but smiled as he took notice of who it was. Once he internalised her words, he feigned innocence. ''What do you mean? You think that I would tell anyone about Jenson?'' The teasing smirk of the Ferrari driver was one she wanted to slap from his face, but it was all in good fun. 

''Dude, that was so embarrassing!'' She slapped his arm, grabbing the attention of Hanna who sat next to him. ''Can you believe it, Hanna? I was mortified.'' Y/N turned towards the woman. 

''I knew it as soon as Jenson's face appeared, he was giggling like a schoolgirl.'' His partner nudged him with her elbow, Sebastian put his hands up in defeat. 

''Come on, Y/N- you have to admit it was a great surprise.'' A small sprinkle of doubt had planted itself in the back of his mind, maybe it wasn't a good idea after all and she would be upset with him. 

His panic of doubt was washed away as a genuine smile found its way to Y/N's face. ''It will be a nice story in a few years so thanks for that, I guess.'' Yes, she had felt incredibly ashamed, but she had also received a personal video message from her childhood crush so in her opinion, there was a good balance. 

''Uh, have you seen Mick? I haven't talked to him tonight.'' She asked the couple, wanting to check up on her friend. 

Hanna shook her head, while Sebastian pointed towards the door that led to the hallways. ''I think he went to the bathroom.'' He replied. 

''Thanks, I'll see you two later.'' Y/N bid them goodbye, smiling at both of them before disappearing into the hallways to find the young Schumacher. 

She waited against the wall across from the men's bathroom, her awkward stance must have made other people call her an idiot in their own minds. After a few minutes of looking like a weirdo, the German finally came out of the bathroom. 

''What the fuck were you doing in there?'' Y/N surprised him, he didn't expect to find her waiting for him. 

Mick took a deep breath to calm down, his friend had scared him good. ''Jesus Christ, what the fuck.'' His hand rested on his heart. 

''You can just call me Y/N, Mickie.'' She winked at him. 

'You idiot,'' he smiled, taking a step forward and pulling her in a quick hug, ''congrats on the award, by the way.'' 

''Thank you, I appreciate it.'' 

Mick chuckled. ''You know, I had totally forgotten about your crush on Jenson! It's been so long since I last heard about it.'' The German remembered all the times his friend would dream out loud about her 'future marriage' to the British driver. 

''I had forgotten about it too, until Seb decided I needed a good reminder.'' Y/N said, sarcastically making him laugh. 

The youngest Schumacher was about to reply, but was interrupted by a certain Ferrari driver. 

''Hey, Y/N! If you want to marry Jenson, you can marry Jenson! I'll be there to support you!'' Kimi wrapped his arms around Mick and Y/N's shoulders, holding them close to him. 

The young woman held in her laughter, simply patting his chest. ''Thanks, Kimi. I'll remember that.'' 

The Fin looked from her to Mick. ''Too bad, man! I know how much you like her!'' He ruffled the guy's hair, a sad expression on his face to convey his sympathy for Mick. 

Both youngsters widened their eyes, one in shock and the other in embarrassment. ''Okay- it was good to see you, Kimi!'' The Prema driver lightly pushed him away, his cheeks colouring red. 

''I can help you if- Hey, Jean!'' Kimi took notice of Jean Todt on the other side of the hallway and walked over there, leaving the two of them alone again. 

Y/N glanced at Mick who was avoiding her eyes. ''You want to tell me something, Schumacher?'' She smirked. 

''I think I need to go to the bathroom again.''

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Wait, you mean "you"? So she explains seb, how people has some wild fantasies about seb?

Gen Z driver shares fanfic recommendations for their fave tv shows/movies/books with their fans. It got so popular that they had to create a separate twitter/TikTok for it. All the older drivers are utterly bamboozled because they are more famous for that than driving 💀

OMGGG 😭😭💀💀

I can’t even imagine how she would explain that to the drivers even the younger ones 😭😭

“people make up stories about us?”

“yeah, that’s basically it.”

“So what do they write?”

“it varies, about having sex with you, about breaking up with you, about being friends with you and then becoming lovers, etc you name it, someone has probably written it.”

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Deniz Melissa Benetton

Rocco Benetton is the son of Luciano Benetton, one of the four founders of the Italian fashion brand Benetton. He met Bahar Boyner, the sister of Boyner Holding's founder, their distributors in Türkiye, in 1995. They got married in 1998, and in 1999, their daughter Deniz Melissa Benetton was born.

Deniz spent half of her childhood in Italy and the other half in Türkiye. The excitement of Formula races in Italy and his father's F1 background drew her into the sport, and at a young age, she developed an interest in it. Deniz participated in regional karting races and achieved unexpected success. In 2015, she joined the Ferrari Academy, where she won 1 Formula3 and 1 Formula2 championships. In 2018, she took his first step into Formula 1 by becoming a test pilot for Ferrari. In 2019, she filled Kimi Räikkönen's vacant seat and finished her first season in Formula 1 in 10th place. In the 2020 season, she had a victory in Canada and finished the season as 8th. In 2021, she moved to McLaren and ended the season in 5th place with 2 victories. In the 2022 season, she finished 6th. At 2023 season, she moved to Mercedes, she is currently racing for this ream.

Deniz considers Türkiye as her second home. She is native at Turkish and Italian, fluent in French, and English, and she speaks German and Spanish midly . Also she tries to learn Russian and Japanese.

Thanks to her achievements in the lower category series and her family's business, she didn't face many difficulties in finding sponsorships. As the only female driver on the grid, she receives both strong support and negative reactions from different groups. She responds to the sexist questions with a sharp tongue, and during these moments, her friends like Vettel and Hamilton also defend her, and she appreciates these moments.

Being the only female driver on the grid, Deniz is featured in more programs on SkySports and the F1 YouTube channel compared to others. She is close friends with Lando Norris, and she tries to get along with everyone on the grid, admiring Vettel and Räikkönen. She feels happiest and pushes herself the most during races in Italy and Türkiye. When she won in Türkiye in 2021, she couldn't hold back tears of joy.

Deniz is known for being sarcastic. When she first appeared in front of the cameras, she was perceived as insincere and faced criticism, but over time, she got used to being in front of the cameras and felt more comfortable as she established a genuine connection with the people around her, leading to more positive feedback. Of course, there are still some misogynistic detractors, but there is also an army of supporters fighting for her on the internet.

Above all, she is a nerd, geek, and fangirl. She knows even the smallest details about various subjects, from superheroes to Eurovision history, from old Hollywood sci-fi movies to astronomy. Sailor knots, morse code, origami, sign language... She doesn't stop until learn everything about a subject she interested to. If she doesn't wear F1 merchandise, she's probably wearing Star Wars or Marvel merchandise because her wardrobe consists mainly of that. After learning to read and write, she researched F1 history and documented every significant event in an old notebook. She has an extensive F1 almanac that starts from the first race in 1950 and covers scandals like Spygate and Crashgate, as well as details like Nelson Piquet's race rankings in different races and the rules that applied in different years. She was also successful at school lessons until she fully concerned to F1. She thinks about studying astrophysics after her retirement from F1. Also she writes various fanfictions on Tumblr and AO3, but her account is unknown.

Her favorite sport after F1 is swimming. While she's swimming, she doesn't think about anything else. There's nothing better for her to clear her mind and relax before and after races.

She actually loves Turkish cuisine more than Italian cuisine. She spent all her summer holidays in Turkey during her childhood and holds a deep affection for the country. She shares celebration messages for national and Islamic holidays on social media.

Sometimes, she sees videos that edited in a romantic way about her  and other pilots. And although she was embarrassed by them at first, she no longer cares. She maintains a professional attitude towards her work. (No one knows that she constantly listens to War of Hearts by Ruelle and thinks about Mick Schumacher.) Her closest friends on the grid are Lando, Carlos, Charles, and Mick. She spends most of her time with them during events and F1 media department chooses her with mostly these 4  to make content.

She is a huge fan of literally every driver that she watched at her childhood; Vettel, Raikönnen, Schumacher, Button, Webber, Rosberg, Alonso... She thinks that she is the luckiest person because she was reserved pilot at Ferrari while Vettel and Raikönnen racing. She had biggest crush on Sebastian and Jenson when she was a child. In 2019, while playing an ask game, Seb asked her who was her childhood crush is. She immediately blushed and started laughing while throwing hinting looks at Seb, after he understand, he started laughing too and said that it was cute. She covered her face with her hands and stand up by saying that she needs to find someone to hit her with a car. And everyone knows about her crush on Jenson because she revealed this in her very first interview made by Jenson Button's himself.

Carlos Sainz and Charles Leclerc are like brothers to Deniz. She loves spending time with them. Charles is always so kind to her, and a photo of her sleeping on Carlos' shoulder after FIA's prize night is wandering around the internet.

Mick Schumacher and Deniz know each other since they were babies. She found a photo of them with pacifiers in their mouths, for Netflix show producers from their infancy. She posted the photo on Instagram and got a response from Mick, another babyhood photo. They didn't grow up together, just 2 people who knew each other but lived far away. After the accident of Michael Schumacher, they made a phone call, did not speak, just cried loudly. They met at some karting races and had a little chat while their mothers taking photos. Years passed without intimate acquaintance until they met again at the F1 paddock. Mick's kindness and endless radiance of sunlight drew her in immediately as it evoked some warm childhood memories. She tries very hard to keep things professional. But some fans on the internet are catching how she acts different and timid around him. How she blushes and laughs awkward-long after she making him laugh. No, she should keep things professional.

She started a campaign to get women's attention to motorsports with Susie Wolff. Also, she attends to some activities for protecting environment. She posts some campaigns and news about global warming at social media. After his retirement, she started supporting Sebastian Vettel's bee campaign. She also fights for homophobia, Islamophobia, antisemitism, sexual discrimination, racism, animal rights... She just tries to make the world a better place.

#formula 1 #formula one #f1 #f1 original character #original character

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Help for a disabled SE Asian artist fighting leukemia

Please, please read this entire thread

Hi friends, as some of you guys know, my best friend Allanah is in need of mutuaI aid. She is fighting leukemia, and her chemotherapy meds alone is 1,500 pesos PER PILL. She needs to take midostaurin 4 times a day EVERY DAY 😵‍💫

Allanah was mainly the one who was working for her family, and rn she is in need of our help now that she is too sick to work. Her chemo, just her chemo is costing about 120-125 usd A DAY. She needs to be on chemo for TWO YEARS at least.

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#community #chronic illness #help

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I am about to cry

can you write how that dinner that the drivers had for seb last year would have been with yn there??? love your writing

THE LAST SUPPER

pairings: f1 grid x driver!reader 

warnings: mention of the time seb killed a bird on accident. mention of christian horner.

author's note: i feel like this one is long overdue? Idk, i should have written this one a long time ago but it's finally here!! thanks for the request, and thank you for loving my work! hope you like this one as well, darling! x

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''Still can't believe you killed a bird.'' Alex shook his head as Sebastian finished his story about the time he accidentally shot Christian Horner's former wife's favourite bird when he visited his former team principal's home. 

''I didn't do it on purpose!'' Sebastian continued defending himself. ''Let's move onto something different, please.'' 

Nicholas pointed at the young woman in front of him. ''Y/N must have some great stories about Seb, you've known him for a long time, right?'' 

''Come on, Nicky! You can't put me on the spot like that.'' She chuckled, the eyes of all her colleagues on her making the pressure for a good story even higher. 

She momentarily glanced at Sebastian as if asking for permission to reveal some of the personal moments they had experienced over the years. He seemed to get what her eyes were saying, giving her a small nod. 

''Uh,'' she collected her thoughts, quickly wanting to get something out, ''Oh! There was this one time- it must have been like 9 or 10 years ago- me and Seb went for ice-cream after I had won some karting race, and he ordered for the both of us, and we sat down at one of the tables, and the waitress gave us our ice-cream and she said something like 'Oh, you two are so cute! I always love it when fathers come in with their daughters!' She thought Seb was my dad.'' 

By the time she finished her story, the entire table was laughing at the waitress mistaking Sebastian as Y/N's father. Meanwhile, the Aston Martin driver's cheeks coloured red at the embarrassing memory. 

''Weren't you like in your mid-twenties or something?'' Charles said, his voice an octave higher because of the laughter. 

Sebastian defeatedly nodded his head, causing more chaos at the table. ''I don't know what she was thinking- an older brother? Okay, I would have understood that, but her father? Come on.'' 

''The entire way back he kept complaining about it 'Y/N, I don't look that old, right? I don't look like I could be your father, right? Is it my hair? My clothes?' He just kept going.'' The young woman continued, enjoying the drivers' reaction to the story. 

Mick put his hand on Sebastian's shoulder. ''It probably was your clothes.'' He told his friend, matter-of-factly. 

''Yeah, it wasn't too great back then.'' Lewis agreed with Mick, remembering some of the things the German would wear back in those days. 

''No, I think it was the hair.'' Fernando chimed in, a villainous smirk on his face. 

Daniel nodded to the Spaniard's words. ''Yeah, definitely the hair! I remember it, very dad-like.'' He continued the teasing. 

''Hey, hey! Isn't the purpose of this dinner to celebrate me and my career? This isn't supposed to be a roast.'' Sebastian interjected, having heard enough about the various humorous insults thrown at him. 

Y/N lightly pushed his arm. ''Please, you were loving it! You didn't even correct the poor lady.'' Sebastian had simply stared at the waitress, while the young girl had hid her face behind a napkin as she tried to hold in her giggles at the misconception.

At her words, Sebastian lowered his head and a blush appeared on his face again. ''He was loving it! Look at him!'' George exclaimed, pointing his finger at the older man. 

''No, no, '' the German shook his head, waving his hands, ''I was just too- oh, whatever.'' He gave up his attempt at explaining himself, the drivers were too immersed in the teasing that they wouldn't believe him either way. 

''Hey,'' Y/N put her hand on Sebastian's shoulder, ''I get it, I would also love to have a daughter like me.'' She batted her eyelashes. 

''Now don't flatter yourself.'' 

''Y/N, you want to take a taxi with me and Mick?'' Lando asked her, a hopeful glance in his eyes yet a nonchalant demeanor.   

A soft smile appeared on her face, gently nodding her head. ''Yeah, that might be easier.'' She chuckled, the three of them stayed at the same hotel and it would be more convenient for them to take the same car. 

''Great.'' He smiled, turning around to join the other drivers in the lobby where they could grab their coats and call their chauffeurs. Y/N was about to follow Lando, but a faint call of her name stopped her in her tracks. 

''Yes?'' She turned around, meeting the eyes of Lewis and Sebastian. 

The Brit's hands fiddled with his phone. ''Would you, uh, take a picture of us?'' The nervousness in his voice was a rare thing, Lewis always oozed confidence. 

A big smile creeped onto her face, taking a few steps forward to take his phone. ''Of course.'' Y/N tried withholding herself from letting out a giggle, not wanting to embarrass the two men for acting so sweet with each other. 

The two World Champions awkwardly glanced at each other, trying to figure out how to pose for the picture. Y/N patiently waited for them, the phone ready in her hand. 

Eventually, they opted to clasp their hands in front of them and to simply stand next to one another. ''We're ready.'' Lewis confirmed with a nod of his head, while Sebastian adjusted his headband. 

She held the phone up vertically and snapped a few photos so there were more options to choose from would Lewis want to post them. 

Y/N frowned as she looked at the pictures- something wasn't right. 

''What is it?'' Sebastian asked her, noticing the muddled look on her face. 

She opened her mouth, but wasn't sure how to properly communicate her thoughts to them. ''It's just that, uh, it looks a bit… weird- I don't know.'' 

''What do you mean weird?'' Lewis said, confused by her answer. 

She motioned her hand between the two of them. ''You guys have known each other since you were teenagers, you've been friends for so long and have gone through so much together- this picture doesn't say that.'' Y/N clarified, out of breath as she finished her sentence. 

The two men found each other's eyes, understanding what she was saying. They met as young boys and had grown into mature men. Something glistened in their gazes, something only they understood; we've come a long way, haven't we? 

Lewis made the first move, firmly putting his hand on Seb's shoulder, a more genuine grin on his face now. Sebastian mirrored his smile and his hand found Lewis' lower back. 

Y/N could see the awkwardness leaving their bodies and held up the phone again, snapping a picture which would be liked by millions of people in a few hours. 

''Perfect!''

She showed them the photo, smirking as gentle smiles covered their faces, satisfied with the result. ''Thanks, darling.''

The withheld giggle from earlier managed to finally escape her mouth, resulting in puzzled looks from the two drivers in front of her. ''What are you laughing at?'' Sebastian asked, amused. 

Y/N shook her head, handing Lewis his phone back. “Nothing, it’s just,” she turned back around, ready to go join the other drivers, ''you two are so cute.''

The young lady didn't wait for the two men to follow her, not wanting to see their reaction to the sentiment she just told them. Meanwhile, Lewis and Sebastian admiringly watched her leave. They knew how much they meant to her, she had expressed it several times over the years. 

''We'll let her get away with that one.'' 

lewishamilton We've come a long way as drivers and continue to grow as men. Despite whatever may happen on the track we grow and become better each day. Us all coming together to celebrate life and Seb's amazing career in F1 is truly a night I'll never forget. 

📸 @/yourusername

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#f1 imagines #formula 1 #f1 x y/n

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*inhales*

*SCREAMS*

DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS | LANDO VER.

pairing: lando norris x driver!reader

author’s note: the next part of the headcanons series !! 🧡 this time our british rumplestiltskin is up! :) hope you enjoy it!

headcanons masterlist

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:: They met when they were 8-9 years-old at a karting competition.

:: Lando spilled his caprisun on her and she was very angry at him, cause she was wearing her favourite shirt.

:: Lando’s mom gave her on of his spare shirts which she still has until this day (no, it doesn’t fit anymore).

:: They weren’t immediate best friends, but would talk to each other quite often.

:: They live in the same apartment complex in Monaco, but they almost never run into each other.

:: Sometimes when one of them has cooked, they text the other one asking if they would like some of it.

:: Often the answer is yes and they go to the chef of the day’s apartment.

:: Their love language is roasting one another.

:: Whenever they’re asked about who their best friend is on the grid, they answer each other.

:: She is the most featured person on his jpg account aka his fan-account for her despite claiming it isn’t.

:: They bully George together.

:: Friends who bully together, stay together <3

:: They have drunkenly promised each other that if they’re both not married by the age of 40 that they’ll marry each other.

:: They’re both pretending they don’t remember that.

:: Max (Fewtrell) does and he’s waiting for the right opportunity to tell them.

:: Lewis thinks they’re more than friends, but is like Sebastian and doesn’t mention it- he just sits back and observes.

:: She was taller than him at one point in their lives and she’s never going to let him forget that.

:: Y/N is Lando’s hypewoman whenever he is dj’ing.

:: He was one of the first people to hug her when she got her first win in F1 :)

:: Sometimes they are referred to as ‘the twins’ by the other drivers, because of how inseparable they are.

:: dumb and dumber duo

:: aka Daniel’s kids.

taglist :: @cl16version @missskid @missthem @rosesintj @evans-dejong @thehistoryone @dreamycloudsworld @alonsogirlie @muushmeg @topguncultleader @the-great-adventures-of-me @love13tter @xcharlottemikaelsonx @kiwisa @starkwlkr @nora_moon @princesselle2111 @valluvsu @thatsadsmallchild @babyyoda89 @milkbreadforlife @fxllfaiiry @hc-dutch @its-ash-not-grey @princessbetsy123 @mehrmonga @nyenye @screechingtrashkid @ahnneyong @holybatflapexpert @itsnotgray @beautycinders @rowansshit @uhhevie @revengze @nylaslife @majx00 @multi-universe21 @jaydensluv @isasalom @gentlemonsterjennie1 @appledashhh @breathinfive @lighttsoutlewis @champomiel @ooooohmicky @koufaxx @flannelforthetoads

@mysticfalls01 @ghostcorazon @mango-bear @totally-random-person @youkissedareaderinthedark @phoenix-luv @hamilton-mount @calcaneous @aurora-maria @idkiwantchocolatee @anonymous-platypus1

#f1 fic #f1 x reader #lando norris #lando norris x oc #formula 1

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I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

DRIVER X TGD HEADCANONS | SEBASTIAN VER.

pairing: sebastian vettel x driver!reader

author’s note: the legend himself won the pole so here are some nice facts about the dynamics between seb and our gzd!!

headcanons masterlist

• • • • • • •

:: They first met in 2011 when she was 11 years-old and he was 23 years-old at a karting competition.

:: She won and he gave her the trophy at the podium ceremony.

:: Y/N was freaking out, because she looked up to him and had a poster of him in her room.

:: Him and his father started helping her family out with karting, mechanics, sponsoring, etc.

:: Is he planning on posting a throwback photo of him mentoring her on his Instagram?

:: Absolutely!

:: He was mistaken for her dad once.

:: He wanted to die, she was having the time of her life.

:: Sebastian got her in contact with Susie Wolff, who got her in contact with Toto, who then sighed her to the Mercedes Junior Team.

:: He saw the natural talent she had for racing and didn’t want others to discourage her from pursuing her dreams.

:: There is this wholesome video of Sebastian trying to talk to a visible agitated Y/N. He puts his arm around her shoulder, and stops her from walking away and attempts to calm her down.

:: He was successful doing so :)

:: His daughters look up to her and Seb is very proud of that, because she’s one of the only people he would trust to be his kids’ role model.

:: The first time she ever overtook him in a race, he wasn’t even mad about it- just proud.

:: Y/N has a bunch of Seb helmets in her home that he’s given her over the years and all of them include sweet messages from him.

:: In conclusion: he’s her uncool grid dad (we all know who the cool one is).

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@mysticfalls01 @ghostcorazon @mango-bear @totally-random-person @youkissedareaderinthedark @phoenix-luv @hamilton-mount @calcaneous @aurora-maria @idkiwantchocolatee @anonymous-platypus1

#f1 imagine #formula 1 #Sebastian vettel

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Thanks for tagging! Well, I don't know someone to tag so if whoever see this can rb <3

was tagged by @laymedowninsheetsoflinen (hi!!) to list the top 5 songs i have on repeat rn!

1) seventeen - sharon van etten. I heard it in a yellowjackets shauna edit and it permenantly rewired my brain

2) get off - kittie. I love kittie sm

3) movies for guys - jane remover

4) faces - no swoon

5) night owl - metronomy

no pressure tags: @amethyinst @saltywinteradult @livelaughlesbianmistyquigley @airmanslament @mistoffeleesisawitch @ichooseviolence 💜

#Spotify

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Flying Ships

Nikolai Lantsov x OC

My OC blurb & my other Nikolai Lantsov fics on this OC & my other OCs

Elling, Fjerda

When the cold wind chilled me, I wrapped my coat tighter. I tucked my notebook between my knees and glanced around to check if anyone was nearby. The wide terrace of the paint workshop was empty. I placed my palms on my coat, against my stomach and chest, I focused. I tried to reach the smallest parts that makes up the fabric. When I sensed the separated pieces, I spured them on to move. I wasn't wanting my coat to ignite and if this would happen and somehow I would survive, I was going to have to find an explanation. Carefully, I increased the heat of my coat. Right at that moment, I startled at the sound coming from behind me. I looked to what this sound was as I opened my notebook so I could act like I was doing whatever people do with a notebook. It was Nikolai, bringing me empty lunch boxes. I closed my notebook and turned to face him. He placed the lunch boxes on top of my empty bag next to me.

"Why are you sitting here alone in the cold?" His eyes shifted to my notebook. "Oh, are you keeping a diary? Dear diary, Nikolai's magnificent golden hair looks so beautiful at sunset..." said with a ridiculously romantic voice.

I rolled my eyes. "Yes, they seem to they're about to ignite at golden hour. Maybe I should really set them on fire to see if they're still attractive."

"Wow, slow down, that could be illegal."

"Let's try it and see if they punish me afterwards."

"I would love to, but I don't think it would be a profitable deal for me, unfortunately."

"What a shame."

"You can fulfill your terrible fantasies accompanied by the not-so-suffocating smell of paint downstairs, and without freezing."

But I could examine the ship skeletons only from here. "I prefer to be able to looking at the sea."

"Don't the ship skeletons block your view?"

"It's not bothering me."

"Alright then, we'll be here for another two hours."

I nodded.

Finally, I breathed a sigh of relief when he left. Talkative and spoiled. He was lucky I wasn't complaining to my father yet. Just waiting for him to exceed. I continued to take notes and make drawings in my notebook about the lengths of the masts of different types of ships.

In fact, I was designing a ridiculous project that I was dreaming of since my childhood and perfecting it as much as possible. Flying ships in the sky... Of course, I wasn't really going to build and fly them, but still I was loving to imagine. Maybe one day someone would dare to start the project and actually make them fly, why not?

Later, I completed my drawings, I put the notebook in my left pocket and stood up. After stretching my legs, I put the empty lunch boxes in my bag and headed towards the stairs. I didn't know how much time had passed. I took the smell of the paints as I stepped in the workshop. It was warm inside. I pulled an empty chair next to the fireplace and sat down. My father lifted his head from the boards and paints on his table, turned to me, and pointed with his finger indicating that there was still an hour left. I felt bored. I was supposed to give them lunch and then leave, but I wanted to do some more drawings, and my father had already said they would leave early today. I had thought about waiting and going back with them, but now that I had warmed up a bit, I decided to stand up and leave. With this thoughts in my mind, my hands in my pockets and my feet tapping on the stone floor, I was humming a song. Then I saw my father and Nikolai coming to me.

"I need some drawings from my workshop. Nikolai will go and get them, you can go with him if you want," my father said. I nodded casually. Nikolai was wiping his hands with a wet towel. I stood up and slung my bag over my arm as he took off his apron.

"Alright, dad. See you later."

"See you, my dear. Hurry up, Nikolai."

"I'm coming," Nikolai said as he fastened a few buttons on his coat. I felt relieved when we stepped out of the warm, paint-scented workshop into the cold sea air.

"If you want, I can carry your bag."

"Thanks, but it's not necessary."

"The meatballs were delicious, well done."

"I am glad you liked them. I think I may have burned them a bit."

"Really? I thought they were great. Was it trout?"

"Perch."

He nodded. We were entering the bustling streets of the town. Shop owners were shoveling snow in front of their businesses. We were nearing the end of winter, but you couldn't go a single day without seeing snow in Elling.

"You seem to enjoy keeping a journal. You sat out in the cold for so long."

It would be so nice if we just walk in silence as if we didn't know each other. Why did he always have to talk?

"Yes."

"Are you questioning life or writing a novel or something?"

"I'm designing flying ships,"

I said with a fake smile and a slightly harsh tone. I was telling the truth, but I wanted him to think I was brushing him off.

"I was just trying to have a conversation, but apparently you don't have that skill." he said. I felt a bit bad.

"No, I don't. I grew up in a cave, raised by wolves."

He chuckled. "I like sarcastic people."

"Great."

"I've never seen you with your friends. You even leave the house barely. Why are you this much lonely?"

"I'm not lonely. I have Manne, you know."

"Manne is a dog, I'm talking about humans. Normal friends who can talk with you, listen to your problems, laugh and cry with you."

"Manne understands my emotions too."

He sighed. This was a topic I really didn't want to discuss. And I didn't have the trust and courage to reveal my biggest secret to him out of the blue.

"You really don't like to talk, do you?"

"It depends on the topic." I regretted my words before I even finished the sentence.

"What topics do you want to talk about? Flying ships?"

I laughed. Yes, I would love to talk  about flying ships. It would be awesome to make a brainstorm with someone else. But I was sure I was going to be mocked.

"Just look at the effort you put into conversing with me. You're so ambitious. I'm sure someday you can build a flying ship."

"I can't do such thing without your designs and drafts."

We were approaching the house. I started searching for my keychain in my pockets; tissues, coins...

"Listen, I'm serious. If you're writing a novel or something, let me read it so I can criticize it. I'll point out the flaws, and then you can fix them and send it to the printery. They'll publish it, and you'll get rich."

Walnut and hazelnut shells, candy wrappers—where was my keys?

I nodded. "Right away."

While trying to search my left pocket more effectively, I almost dropped my notebook. In an attempt to catch it, I ended up opening it, and the pages fell down facing the snow. Panic surged through me as Nikolai quickly bent down, grabbed the notebook, and shook it to make snow on it fall.

"Don't worry, it's not very-"

He was shocked as he was looking at the peculiar, crooked, and strange sailboats gliding among the magnificent clouds I had drawn in colored pencils. I quickly snatched the notebook back. My face was flushed.

"You were serious. Freya, these are amazing." His eyes sparkled.

"You won't make fun of me, will you?" I said, furrowing my brows. I was surprised.

With astonishment and admiration, he shook his head from side to side.

"Why would I? These are incredible."

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course. Please allow me to look at your other drawings in the evening. Maybe we can do something together. I'd love to help."

I laughed. "No, I mean, we can't actually build a flying ship."

"Why not? From what I've seen, you've taken technical notes too. These are not empty dreams. Even if you're not aware, these are dreams you believe can come true."

I turned my head, took a deep breath. "Okay, you can take a look tonight. But right now, my father is waiting for you at the shipyard. You don't want to make him angry." I took out the keychain from my left pocket and we entered the workshop. I found the drawings my father requested and handed them to Nikolai. As he hurried towards the shipyard, I entered the house. My dog Manne jumped in front of me, and I scratched her ears while thinking about what Nikolai just said. Perhaps it could be possible to build a flying ship. And maybe being friends with Nikolai wasn't such a bad thing after all.

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