#Andrea The Big C

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

Gabourey has multiple great moments in The Big C, but I've only ever seen one gif of her character here, and it's part of a gifset for another character, whose character wasn't even there as long as hers. 😒 I cannot stress enough how much I hate it here.

This is it. The only gif of Andrea that I have been able to hunt down here. Mind you, her character is in the show from the beginning AND SHE'S ON THE COVER

#difficult to find content #Andrea The Big C #The Big C #Gabourey Sidibe #I'm tired of fangirling while Black #kissing #I'm so sorry my kissing repulsed sibs there wasn't much else to pad it with because there's nothing here #BFCD Dark Skin December #BFCD Dark Skin December 2023

[yanxidarlings]

YANDERE TWD

REUNITED (yandere! big brother! merle dixon x male reader x yandere! big brother daryl dixon) (yandere! gareth x male reader) (rick grimes x male reader if you squint) NOTES: fair warning, this is some descriptive disturbing shit merle dixon counts as a warning on his own as well. this went in many directions i originally set out for yandere headcanons for the two, then got into the terminus arc, and ended with some pretty vague alluding to yandere. might write a part two)

imagine obsessive! possessive! big brothers! merle and daryl dixon. the dead begin to walk and they keep the darlin safe, meeting up with the atlanta camp. but the brothers won't let anyone get close to the darlin, not dale, not carl, certainly not shane or lori.

somehow, the darlin ends up going with glenn into the city on a supply run, only for it to go horribly wrong. the darlin insisted they head into a chemist to "look for medications" in case anyone in the camp needed them. but it was a lie. the darlin just wanted to find something to help merle with the inevitable withdrawal he'd go through once his supply of drugs ran out. the chemist is overrun by walkers but the darlin insists. "we can clear it!" they say to glenn "it'll be worth it for m- everyone" the korean gave the other a skeptical look. in the end, there was just too many, glenn thought he saw the darlin go down and reluctantly returned to camp.

"oi! shitface, you think you're a big boy now? can do whatever you want now everything's gon' to shit!" the raspy, harsh voice of merle dixon echoed through the camp. the redneck tramped over to the SUV glenn was parking. he remained silent as he turned the engine off. taking a deep breath, the young man exited the car, staring at the grass.

the older dixon stormed over, aggressively opening every door of the vehicle until he reached the boot. filled with supplies. "where the fuck is m/n" he growled, coming closer to the asian "he better be pullin up in another car" merle spat out. "i- it was" glenn stuttered out, looking like he was about to piss his pants "it wasn't my fault, m/n was being reckless, i had no cho-" CRACK glenn's face was soon bloodied and bruised, merle now on top of him, yelling out profanities as he beat the younger man. "merle!" the others quickly ran to pull the redneck off glenn.

"you fucking ch*ng-ch*ng bastard i'll rip-" merle was pried off glenn, who was now rolling around in agony, his face a bloody mess. "what the fuck happen'd" merle rasped out, although to glenn it sounded like a croak "where is he" merle was still being held back by t-dog and shane as he continued yelling. glenn avoided the rednecks furious gaze "the walkers got him" he finally spoke, looking down.

for a moment it looked like merle was about to cry, for a moment merle himself thought he was going to burst into tears like a sissy. "no he ain't" but instead he picked up his shotgun, and got into the drivers seat of the SUV.

that was how andrea, t-dog, jackie, glenn and morales ended up in the city. that was how merle got handcuffed to a roof by "officer friendly" and that was why daryl yelled in agony on that same roof. in the course of a day, he had lost the two most important people in his life.

but merle had survived by cutting off his left hand, and the darlin had survived by covering himself in walker guts.

"china- no- glenn- don't- help!" the h/c-et screamed, the sound of his own gun firing defeaning his ears. as one went down, another lunged at him, rotten teeth clanking together, desperately trying to knaw into his flesh. but he wouldn't die here. he couldn't. not when merle was 'relying' on him to get drugs. maybe then, the dixons would start to treat him as less of a clueless child and more of an equal.

after taking down a few, m/n jumped behind the counter, rummaging through the medications, looking for anything that might help with the withdrawal, or better, give merle his next fix. more of the dead came at him, but he just kept shooting, stabbing, hitting, anything to cause the fatal damage needed to end the dead's miserable 'life'.

BANG one was down BANG another BANG BANG BANG .. the slide didn't move forward as he shot his way through another round. shit. he was out of ammo "glenn!" he yelled out as a walker fell on top of him, wrestling it's way closer to his skin. all the korean could hear was m/n's screaming. which only attracted more walkers. he saw the medicine that m/n had thrown over the counter before going down, stuffing it into his bag, he creeped up closer to the group of walkers that had acculumated, following the sound of m/n's scream. until it stopped. "m/n?" he uttered under his breath, but the pile of walkers on top of each other told him the other was dead. with tears in his eyes, glenn ran out.

m/n struggled against the strength of the walker. it was freshly turned, he could tell. otherwise it wouldn't be so strong. kicking, punching, reaching for his knife, anything to save himself from becoming one of them. plunging his blade into the side of the walkers head, he quickly slit the once-man's throat. covering his face in the blood. before moving down to the abdomen. cutting it open, letting the walkers rotting insides pour out all over him, the ones that had piled on top soon couldn't distinguish the smell of living flesh from rotting blood.

he went silent, breathing shallowly, hoping, praying, they'd move off him and he could silently slip out. but when he was finally free of the chemist, glenn, the supplies they had gathered, and the SUV were gone.

he walked the dead-ridden streets of the once bustling city, covered in blood, hidden in plain sight. he kept walking (which then turned into a limp after getting hit in the ankle by a flying bullet) becoming weaker with each step, hoping to make his way back to camp. only to come to the end of the trainline leading into suburban atlanta. TERMINUS the building read "those who arrive survive" he heard a feminine voice call out from the speakers. maybe they have gauze. he glanced down at his leg, the sleeve of his shirt he had tied around it now dyed red.

"community for all; sanctuary for all" he saw a young man- perhaps just a little older than m/n was, staring down at him from the window. something felt amiss, off, but m/n had lost so much blood he didn't care. he stumbled towards the train station, stopping and starting as he debated his decision.

daryl, merle.. they'll be wondering he thought to himself, stopping for the 5th time, but i won't make it back he began walking again but they'll be looking for me he stopped, nearly tripping but the sudden lack of motion if i found this place they'll find it too he picked up the pace again, frantically moving towards the gates but- as he stopped himself once more, he finally tripped over. right onto the walker trap the train people had set up. his left ribcage was pierced by the sharp metal pole sticking out of the ground, causing the h/c-et to let out a loud screech.

before he knew it people had come out, the same man that had stared at him through the window moments earlier put his hand on the wound, causing m/n to flinch "we're you trying to get yourself killed?" the man mused, seemingly unphased by the active bleeding out that was happening in front of him. the man spoke more words that were muffled as m/n fell out of consciousness.

it was pitch black when he opened his eyes. not a shred of light to allude to the location. pitch black. m/n's hands brushed her his torso, feeling the gauze that was tightly wrapped around his chest. it all came back to him. the chemist, the walkers, glenn, the train people. he shifted his arms, feeling the thin material he was lated on, and the cold metal it covered. attempting to hoist himself up, pain shot through his body.

letting out a groan, he laid back down, closing his eyes. is this death. it certainly felt like it. the nothingness, the pain, it was all he had ever imagined death to be like. what felt like hours passed, the nothingness was almost comforting, how long had it been since he could lay like this and do nothing with no worries. it was all ended when the creaking of the door signaled to m/n that he was not in-fact dead.

the sudden brightness was blinding "you awake?" a masculine voice spoke. m/n's eyes began burning from the light, "i guess" he replied quietly, his eyes closing. "good" the male put down a plate next to where m/n laid "eat up. i know this isn't the warmest welcome, i would have liked to show you around first" the man chuckled, leaning down, seemingly to get a good look at m/n.

the man- who introduced himself as gareth, began speaking about the community- terminus. that they did whatever they had to for survival, that m/n would have to prove himself loyal if he wanted to become apart of the community. he wasn't sure how to tell this gareth guy that he was leaving as soon as possible to find his group.

the discussion started off normal as m/n finished his food, until gareth started talking about how lonely he was, as the leader of this terminus community. it only got creepier as gareth started to call m/n pretty boy, edging closer to him. m/n doesn't want to know what would have happened if that middld aged lady (gareth's mother), hadn't called the man away.

it quickly became evident to m/n that he was never going to leave. gareth locked him in the pitch black train car for hours on end, opening the door when there were armed men to prevent m/n from trying anything. gareth would sit with him and talk, running his hands over the male's body, stealing kisses, it was a reprehensive routine m/n had become forcibly accustomed to.

it all changed the day the hunters attacked. m/n was in his train car, as usual, listening to the outside screams, wondering if the attackers were dead or alive. he knew they were alive when one pried open the train car door, and threw them self on him. he was then thrown into a cramped train car with other terminus residents, where the hunters hand picked who to assault and slaughter each day. he and gareth spent their days huddled up together, talking about their lives before. had m/n not accepted the hunters offer to leave the train car if he worked for them, gareth wouldn't have lost his mind. but m/n was desperate to get away. from the train car. from terminus. to find his family.

but the hunters caught him trying to leave. they did their absolute worst to him and then threw him back in. when the termites took back terminus, gareth locked the leader of the hunters and m/n into the same train car. "this is what you deserve" he told him, before locking the door shut.

perhaps it was years, perhaps it was months, maybe it was only a few hours. the horrors of the train car began to unfold, as the man who had once led the attack on terminus lost his mind: pouncing on m/n at random, screaming for hours straight, trying to eat m/n alive when they'd be deprived of food, ripping his ear off in hungered insanity. as m/n laid there bleeding from his ear, he decided either i escape or i die. had running worked before? no. was he willing to die trying? not really, but a man would do anything for freedom, and that's what m/n did.

the hunter had fallen asleep, a fatal mistake, as m/n wrapped his hands around the mans unshaven neck and squeezed. within second the man awoke but m/n was relentless, not letting go until the other went limp. i just have to wait now he cried to himself, hands shaking. calming, he began to strip the man of his clothes and use the fabric to restrain his limbs.

waiting for the termites to open the door with the meal made of human flesh felt like an eternity. the familiar sound of metal scratching and creaking filled m/n's ear, who quickly sprung into action.

grabbing the reanimated hunter by the hair, he guided it in the direction of the door, throwing it towards the woman holding their plates. she screeched as the hunters corpse sank it's teeth into her flesh, blood pouring from the wound.

m/n grabbed the woman's gun and bolted as the nearby workers aimed their guns at the walker, taking it down swiftly, but m/n had already gotten out of the train car. hiding behind what once was his cage, he shot at every person who came into view. eventually making his way to the fence, through the woods, he didn't stop running until the sound of gunshots stopped entirely. even then, he kept running. he ran for what felt like hours until his lungs couldn't take it anymore. collapsing onto the dirt, heaving in and out.

woodbury had fallen, it's entire population now living in the prison nearby. rick had relinquished his leadership, insisting the prison be governed by a council. he often went on runs by himself, to get away from it all, to look back on his actions, to find lost survivors. it wasn't everyday rick grimes came across a twenty something perhaps younger male covered in blood, breathing like he had never tasted air before. well, usually the young men were walkers. but this one was very much alive.

"please don't" the male groaned out, eyes wide, as rick approached with a knife. "who are you" he drawled out, kneeling down to get a good look at the other. the young males face was bruised, his hair covered in blood, an ear was missing, and the male was emaciated. "uh" the male seemed to have to think about it, as if he hadn't spoken to another human in years "m/n" he finally puffed out, bringing his hand up to his head, where the left ear once was.

rick's hands brushed m/n hair out of his face, causing the male to flinch away "how many walkers have you killed" the older man finally asked after several moments of silence. m/n just stared at him, as if to say he hadn't been keeping track "how many people have you killed" still, the same look. "water" "what" rick narrowed his eyes. m/n used his free hand to shakily point to the man's bag, where a bottle of water was latched on to the side.

rick was silent as m/n chugged the water down "do you have anything sweet?" "no i don't" "oh" something about the boy felt familiar. didn't glenn mention originally going into atlanta to find a boy with a similar description? maybe it was just that the male reminded him of his own boy in a way, or maybe he had already developed a fondness for m/n. "i have a camp" rick looked m/n in the eye "we have walls, food, a community, a doctor that can look at your wound" he added.

the h/c-et shook his head "not again" rick furrowed his brows "what" the boy started to pick himself up "i gotta, um" he started feeling around the ground for his gun, "gotta go" he finished as he felt the handle of the gun. stuffing the weapon into his belt, he stood up, using a tree as a crutch. "c'mon kid, you're going to die out here" rick leaned forward and took the gun out of the others hand "no im not! give it!" m/n lunged forward, only to awkwardly fall into rick's chest, sinking down back to the ground.

"you've got two bullets left" m/n looked up at rick with a glare "either you come back to my camp with me or i just wasted my water on a dead man" m/n held his glare until the sun got into his eyes. "whatever" he looked down, hoisting himself back to his feet with the help of rick's hand.

daryl squinted his eyes as the evening sun glared down, merle had stolen his motorcycle. again. the older dixon was always going off on fun runs without informing anyone beforehand. perhaps because the redneck had never really been accepted into the group like daryl was.

taking another bite of his pork chop, daryl grunted at carol who told him to go in and get some rest. but why would he want to rest when all he could think of when his mind was unoccupied was his baby brother, the boy he had pretty much raised, who was now probably a rotting corpse in atlanta. but daryl still held out hope that m/n had gotten out, that he was safe, that he would find him oneday. this was why he never rested, these thoughts would creep up in the younger dixons head.

the sound of his motorcycle rumbling told him that merle was back. the older dixon sauntered over to daryl, a cigarette sat between his thin lips, "look what you're big brother merle got you, darylina" he pulled a pack of cigarettes out his pocket, sliding it into daryls pocket. daryl said nothing, staring into the distance; was that rick? the figure was too far away to discern.

"dad!" carl called out, jogging down. "look what i- m/n?" the young grimes exclaimed as he came closer to the pair. rick carried the half-conscious boy through the gates "you know this guy?" rick looked at carl, who flicked the hair out of m/n's face to get a better look "he was with us back in atlanta, we thought he died on a run"

daryl's heart stopped, did he hear carl right? they were pretty far away. standing up, he threw the pork bone aside and marched towards the two- three. when he finally came close enough to see the persons face, he had to stop himself from tearing up in front of carl and rick "m/n" he uttered out quietly. the father and son came to a halt as he approached "you knew this guy back in atlanta" rick nodded at daryl "'course i did. he's my brother" daryl was quick to take m/n off rick. he wanted to cut the mans arms off just for touching his precious brother.

daryl rushed m/n into the prison, settling him in his cell, "go get hershel" he told carol, who looked just as perplexed as merle did as he walked into the cell. "m/n!? i thought you was dead" he breathed out, shoving daryl out the way, who was quick to push back, both wanting to be as close to their younger brother as possible "where'd you find him" merle looked over at rick, who was standing out front the cell "in the woods, looked like he'd been running"

rick moved aside as hershel came in, merle reluctantly stood up as hershel sat to access m/n's condition. "he's lost a lot of blood" hershel examined the ear hole where the flesh and muscle had been ripped from "we should have bob look at him, but from what i can see he needs bandaging and antibiotics" daryl grunted "i ain't letting no stranger touch him" he ushered hershel away, taking m/n's hand in his own "i found antibiotics on last weeks run, that gon' be enough" merle looked over at the old man, who nodded "we'll have to see how he reacts"

neither daryl or merle left m/n's side whilst waiting for the antibiotics to kick in. it was strange. no one in the prison had ever seen either of them so worried for or attached to someone. but for the six days and nights m/n spent unconscious, his body fighting off the infection from his wounds, recovering from the months of maltreatment.

when m/n finally opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, daryl was leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed, eyes locked on the boys face "sleep well?" was the first thing he said after the two had stared at each other for what felt like an eternity "yeah" m/n spoke softly.

"i should have never gone hunting that day" "am i dead" the two spoke in unison. daryl breathed out "no, never gon' let that happen" he shuffled closer, laying down next to the youngest dixon.

daryl stared at m/n intensely, until merle was roused from his sleep "m/n, i told you not to go out of my sight" he grumbled, sitting forward. m/n looked up at the metal frame of the top bunk "i just wanted to get you some narcan" merle stared at him, blinking away tears "didn' have to risk your life for it" he pursed his lips "i ain't worth you dyin'" he added quietly, sitting back, his eyes not leaving m/n's.

the room went silent for a moment "maybe not, but you're my brother" m/n closed his eyes for a moment "do you guys have pop or candy here?" he questioned hopefully. merle let out a chuckle "i found a can on my run today" he chuckled out, before going quiet "i chugged it on the spot"

"you piece of shit!"

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[dixonslvr]

That big mouth of yours

18+

Pairing: s1 Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: The Quarry

Warnings: poorly written smut with some plot ig, face f*cking, cursing, c*m swallowing (sorta)

Summary: Secrets out but he gets an idea of how you could make it up to him.

A/N: I’m rusty so if this is bad I’m sorry💀

You had been talking with Amy and Andrea and managed to let out that you and Daryl had been doing it. They instantly bombarded you with questions. “How long have you guys been doing it?” , “Is he any good?”. You trusted them with that secret not expecting Andrea or Amy to tell the group your business.

Merle took that as his invitation to make perverted comments toward you. But at that moment you didn't care. All you worried about was Daryl and the glare he gave you as Merle toyed with you and him about the news going around. You decided to go to the quarry to clear your head and try to figure out a way to get everyone to mind their business

Daryl followed you of course, With the glare still on his face he grabbed you by your arm and pulled you behind the guarded part of the quarry. “Why does everyone know I'm fuckin ya?” he asked staring at you angrily. You began to stammer on your words “I don't know” You avoided eye contact. you could hear him scoff. “Ya well, there's no way someone saw us last night so clearly you blabbed off somewhere”.

You looked at him “Daryl I didn't mean to it just slipped out while I was talking to Amy and Andrea I didn't expect them to tell everyone.” You could see him glance at your lips before he looked away from you. He sighed thinking about the lack of privacy you guys were about to have. “How can I make it up to you?” you asked him in hopes he wouldn't push you away.

You could see something inside him light up as a smirk appeared on his face. “Get on your knees,” he said going for his belt. “I’m sorry, what?” you said with a shocked expression but doing as he said. “Right here? are you sure? Everyone's gonna kn-..” You were cut off by Daryl shoving himself inside your mouth. “Fuck” He groaned in response to the warmth of your mouth. His salty precum mixed in with your saliva as he gripped your hair and began to thrust inside your mouth. His movements were deep and rough hitting the back of your throat and making you gag each time.

the lewd noises of your gagging and his dick slamming into the back of his throat was sending Daryl over the edge. He was grunting and growling as he began to fuck your face roughly. His fingers gripped onto your hair roughly as he pulled out of your mouth to give you a moment to breathe, the emptiness causing you to gasp for air and moan.

he smirked as he began smearing the spit and precum all over your mouth. “From now on I want ya to keep that big mouth of yours shut about what we do in private, ya hear me?” he said. you nodded. “Use your words, sweetheart” he opened your mouth just enough to rest his tip on your tongue. “I understand” You swirled your tongue around his tip. “Good girl, now open back up for me,” he said in a soft husky tone. He slid back into your throat and went back to thrusting roughly. You gripped his thighs to brace yourself as he thrust roughly, his hips bucking and slowing slightly when you began to suck and use your tongue on him.

“Shit Y/N “ He leaned his head back in pleasure and thrusted into your mouth one last time as he came. He pulled out and began situating himself leaving you covered in spit and cum. He looked at you one last time before smirking again and walking off.

#dixonslvr #daryl dixon smut #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x reader #daryl dixon #daryl x y/n #daryl x fem reader #twd #the walking dead #twd smut #the walking dead smut #daryl smut

[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

#twd #the walking dead #twd incorrect quotes #carl grimes #daryl dixon #dale horvath #rick grimes #shane walsh #amy harrison #andrea harrison #enid rhee #back off enid #ron anderson #rosita espinosa #eugene porter #abraham ford #glenn rhee #maggie rhee/greene #michonne grimes #negan smith #simon twd #dwight twd #twd jesus #judith grimes #twd aaron #twd deanna #carol peletier #merle dixon #sasha twd

[cars-on-the-moon]

Just a little Carlando thing below.

*(everything written stems from author’s imagination)

Also, thank you for your replies and personal messages you sent me. I appreciate you taking the time to express your thoughts and advice me on the matter that I wrote about fanfics. Thank you so so much.

Lando heard his name again, but this time came from a very familiar voice.

“Where are you going?” Carlos was outside Ferrari’s motorhome with a few people, including Fred Vasseur.

“I’m leaving. Catching the red eye to Tokyo.” Lando approached them.

“What? Are we not celebrating?” Carlos asked him, while pulling his phone out of his pocket.

“No, I’m exhausted. Sorry.” he replied automatically.

Carlos glared but nevertheless unlocked his phone and showed Lando the post he had already seen right after the conference. The Carlando one.

“I will do this thing that I did on Caco’s wedding. The shared thing.” he tried to explain what Lando grasped in seconds.

He looked down on Carlos’s phone and smiled to the picture. Again. As if he had seen it for the first time.

“Sure, do it.” Lando replied nonchalantly.

“Here here.” Fred Vasseur handed him a beer bottle and waited for him to clink.

Lando chuckled at that and took a sip just to be graceful.

“Good job out there. You’re good.” the Frenchman said.

“I know!” Lando repleid through a grin. “See you later, okay?” he raised his bottle again and with a last wink to Carlos, he started walking away.

“Lando!” he heard Carlos again.

The Spaniard was jogging towards him then and Lando glanced at his father who smiled lightly and walked forwards to give them a bit of unsaid space.

“Are you seriously leaving?” Carlos caught up to him and gripped his upper arm tightly.

“Yup.” Lando replied, avoiding his eyes.

“Lando! We-we were 1-2!”

“You’re gonna go out with Ferrari, C. I’m-I’ll see you at Suzuka-”

“Is there anything wrong?” Carlos interrupted his stutter and slightly hunched and tries to find his eyes.

“No, nah,” Lando replied him through a big grin, finally looking at him. “I’m very happy about today and very, extremely tired.”

Carlos mirrored him and smiled too.

“Text me when you arrive, okay?” he told him meaningfully.

“Right! Have fun but not too much.” Lando said to him and started walking away once again.

He disembarked with a furrowed brow and a blurry mind. The events of his day had left him absolutely buzzing and excited, however an emptiness hovered above him. The hum of the aeroplane engines seemed to echo the confusion in that very mind. He stared out, the world below looking disjoined.

His only error in those last 24 hours was opening up Twitter.

“…And cut! Thanks guys!” Mark said and immediately Lando placed his sweets down.

“You okay?” Oscar asked him, as the remaining people in the room were gathering their equipment.

“Yeah, yup, yesh.” Lando raised his head.

“Say it one more time and I’ll believe you.”

Lando parted his lips to reciprocate the sarcasm to the younger driver, but Mark entered the space again.

“Come on. Bee time.” he said, clapping his hands together.

Lando jumped up and walked away Oscar quickly, leaving space for no more questions about his cranky attitude.

“Seb!” he placed his hand on the German’s shoulder. “Back here then?”

“Hello Lando.” Sebastian clasped his hand and side-hugged him. “Brilliant race in Singapore.” he said.

“Thanks, mate. How have you been?”

They discussed all the way to the little bus and entered it, as Sebastian was saying something about pollinating.

He tried to push away the absence of Carlos in the bus and talked to Alex about his sleepless night in Tokyo.

There were almost all of them there, even Andrea, making witty remarks to Franz.

“You’re late!” Sebastian shouted as Carlos ran towards the right side of the banner. Then everyone booed and complained and laughed at his tardiness, even himself smiled to everybody’s reactions.

Carlos spared him a glance before grabbing the banner.

He tired to draw a bee but failed miserably and opted for the pre-made little designs. Oddly satisfying honestly.

He stretched his waist to the right and rubbed at the sensitive spot that hurt the most.

“Lando, what-where have you been!” he couldn’t get a break even behind one of those bee hotels, it appeared.

“Painting bee homes obviously.” he replied sarcastically, looking around to the semi-deserted location. Half the drivers had fled after all the pictures and the videos. He could see the Red Bulls, the Ferraris and Sebastian mostly. And Yuki. Yuki was there too.

“I have texted you and called you. What the fuck?”

“What do you want exactly? I was busy.” Lando replied coldly.

Carlos didn’t need to know that his heart was beating helplessly and immaculately quickly.

“Lando.” Carlos’a voice lowered and he reached for his forearm.

Lando took a step back and looked around again.

Carlos furrowed his eyebrows and stared at his empty grip.

“Is this-are you-the party.” he concluded.

“You know Carlos,” Lando shook his head, inhaling deeply. “I don’t have time for this. I have work to do.”

“You know that I had to.”

“Bullshit, okay?” Lando smiled through his teeth. “Just fucking bullshit.” he repeated and turned around.

“You’re off too?” Sebastian asked him, matching his strides.

“Work to do! You would know.” Lando replied him warmly. “I hope I’ll see you tomorrow. Thank you for this, it’s good what you’re doing.”

“No, thank you, Lando. Thanks.” Sebastian grinned at him. “I’ll see you again tomorrow. Good luck.” he wished him.

I am outside your door.

Lando opened his door and blinked at a dishevelled Carlos, who immediately entered the room without invite.

“It’s very late, Carlos.” he told him, shutting the door.

“What is going on?” Carlos ignored his utterance completely.

“Nothing is going.” Lando replied, crossing his arms in front of him.

Carlos parted his lips but closed them quickly, taking a step forward, grabbing the Brit’a face between his two palms. He leaned in and placed a hardly-there kiss on his lips. Lando felt goosebumps up and down his core but did not reciprocate.

Carlos pulled back, stop holding him.

“You’re not kissing me.” he whispered.

Lando untangled his arms and raised his right one, circling Carlos’s wrist with his fingers. He was trembling or it was Carlos trembling, he didn’t know, he couldn’t understand. Slowly, he pulled the Spaniard’s hand away his face and took a step back.

“I can’t do this, Carlos.”

“You can’t do what?” the other man immediately asked.

“This.” Lando waved his hands between them. “This.” he then repeated, pulling his phone out of his pocket and unlocked it, going straight to his camera roll. To a picture that his friend Carl had send him.

Carlos blinked, trying to focus his eyes on the screen.

“Lando,” he muttered. “Lando, you know why I have to do this-”

“I did but I don’t anymore.” Lando raised his voice just slightly. “Not anymore.”

Carlos recoiled. He pulled his hands to himself and gripped them together. He appeared defensive. Stiff.

“I am not a teen anymore. I cannot play these games.” he carried on. “I cannot lie to everyone around and myself. I cannot pretend.”

“But it’s F1 Lando! You know how it is!” Carlos countered.

“I don’t care.” the Brit immediately uttered.

“You do! You do care about this.”

“About driving, not watching you kiss and touch and-and do all this to keep an image! I despise it. I feel filthy.”

“You know it isn’t like that-”

“And the only moment you properly acknowledged me was after you used me-us to win Singapore.” he had been holding that for about a week.

“I did not use you!” Carlos raised his voice too. “I did this for both of us! For me to win and for you to not lose you podium.”

“Fuck the fucking podium!” Lando properly shouted then. “You were all smiley and touchy after you used us to gain-to gain sympathy because you saw-” he stopped himself abruptly. He couldn’t. He couldn’t do this.

He took in a deep breath and raised his still trembling hand to his eyes.

“I am out. I don’t like lying. I don’t like seeing you like this. It’s sick, Carlos.”

The other man stared at him. His eyes were stuck on him and his chest was raising and falling in a rapid rhythm that redundantly matched his own heart’s.

“You said,” Carlos croaked and cleared his throat in order to try again. “You said that you understood.”

“I don’t anymore.” Lando deadpanned. “It makes me sick the man you become in order to appear like a bloody woman’s man or whatever Ferrari has you doing. It makes me sick that your family pretends that they buy it and it makes me sick that you let it happen.”

“I cannot do otherwise.”

“But I can.” Lando whispered. “I never said to hard launch or whatever you think I’m implying. But this? This is another level that I can’t stand by and watch.” he said.

Carlos blinked twice and hung his head low, shaking it.

“I never used you.” he only said.

“It felt like it. And all this do not help.” Lando stood his ground.

“You said you were in love with me.”

“And it’s the truth, but why does it matter? It’s shit, Carlos.”

The other man then touched him again, gripping his upper arms tightly. Squeezing. Trying.

“Please, cariño.” he said to him.

“You should live your life as you want and I should live mine as I want.” Lando said. “I cannot live in this fucking, hurting prison.”

Lando perhaps expected something else. It was true that hope died last or some shit people said. But when Carlos left his room, he felt absolutely defeated and hurt.

Truth was he could not handle it. The lying, the pretending, the detail-organised everything. The chattering. The pictures. He couldn’t even think even though he was PR trained himself. He couldn’t. So he cried. He cried inside the comfort of his room, where no one could hear him, judge him, comfort him or advise him.

When Martin sent him a text about a possible party on Sunday for Max’s almost certain Championship win, he immediately confirmed.

“Good job, mate!” Max clasped his hand.

“Me? You.” he chuckled, fixing his hair. “Oh, oops.” he went to wrap his hand around Max’s waist at the same time as him.

Max playfully slapped his bum, making everyone around laugh.

“Idiot.” he pushed him while walking to the conference room.

“Somebody’s gonna be jealous.” Max playfully whispered.

“No. Don’t.” Lando immediately stopped him.

Max grimaced at that but chose to remain silent for the rest of their route.

It was a song, a pretty song that reminded Lando of summer and freedom. Very cheesy, very cliché. Nevertheless, he swayed left to right, keeping his eyes closed slightly longer than the norm.

“We’re doing shots.”

“Mate,” Lando clasped Max’s shoulder. “Mr. Champion, I am leaving. You told me I can go after your fourth drink.”

“Boo Lando!”

“No!” Lando playfully pushed him. “I did the thing and I celebrated you.”

Max nodded at that and gave a quick hug at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, slightly hunching to find his eyes.

“I’m fine. Good job, Max. I’ll see you soon okay?” he grinned at him and finally the other man let him go.

He was extremely tired and his lower back was hurting too much from the last three days. He had tried hard to be focused and very cold towards everything and anything. He had succeeded for the most part; for the most important part that was his job.

He watched the videos that were posted online of Max and smiled to his screen to the countless of memes the fans had created. Qatar had been insane.

“Carlos,” he stopped on his track when he found the Spaniard sitting right in front of his door. “You’re too old for that shit.”

“I’m not drunk, Lando.” the other man immediately replied, raising his head to find him.

Lando swallowed the dryness in his throat and opened the door with a flick of his card. He contemplated on leaving it open for a moment but Carlos had made the choice for him it seemed.

“I can’t. I’m very tired.” he said almost pleadingly to the Spaniard.

“I just wanted to see you. I wanted to see you.” he repeated, standing before the door. He appeared awkward and unsure of his presence there.

“You saw me.”

“Lando.” that strict tone the Spaniard used, made Lando shut his lips and avert his eyes from him.

He took his jacket off and walked to the round table to place his things neatly on the surface. He checked his phone once again and then took his watch off, stretching hand to release some pressure.

Carlos was watching him silently.

“Now that you saw that I’m healthy, can you please leave? I am exhausted.”

“What do you want me to do?” Carlos asked him, still remaining unmoved in place.

“About wh-”

“I’ll tell everything to my parents and tear up the Ferrari contract. I’ll talk to Caco and negotiate.” he rushed out. “I can’t-I won’t lose something real for-for the racist fucks in F1. In-in the world.” he panted then.

Lando stared back.

It was odd. The way he was experiencing this Carlos; desperate and afraid.

To the lack of response, Carlos let out a sharp breath and shook his head in defeat. He then took a step back, tangling his both hand in his hair.

“Joder. No puedo creerlo.” he whispered. “Nosotros debíamos-” he swallowed dryly.

“We were supposed to what?” Lando pushed.

Carlos snapped his head up and rounded his eyes.

“We were supposed to what, Carlos?” Lando took a step forward and towards him.

“How do you understand?” the Spaniard asked him.

Lando took another step and another until he reached the other man. He stood right in front of him, almost feeling his quick breath on his own lips, giving him life.

“Answer me.” he whispered.

“We were supposed to be together until we could -how did you say it?” Carlos stuttered perhaps for the first time in the presence of Lando. “Shout it from the ceilings-”

Lando then grinned widely. He hadn’t meant to, but he hadn’t expected that surely.

“Rooftops, you bellend.” he reached for Carlos’s hand. “Shout it from the rooftops.”

“Si, that.” Carlos squeezed him, as if to extract more braveness for himself. “Tell me please. Tell me what to do first.” he asked exuding pain from those eyes.

“I don’t want to out you to your parents.” he immediately said.

“So? You want me back? You can have me back?” Carlos asked him.

Lando leaned in and placed a kiss on the other man’s lips as an answer. Carlos shoot his chance and pulled him wholly on him, tightening his grip on Lando’s small waist painfully. The latter groaned to the pretty taste of this exact, familiar pain and deepened the kiss, wanting more. So much more.

“Would you do it?” Lando whispered, as Carlos was running his finger down Lando’s bare back.

“I would.” Carlos replied earnestly, grasping instantly what the other man was implying.

“I don’t want you to. I just want respect.” Lando mumbled on the pillow, feeling slumber approaching quickly.

“Y amor. Tanto amor, cariño. Lo siento. Lo siento mucho.” Carlos whispered. “Nosotros merecemos mas.”

#f1 #formula 1 #fan fic #carlando #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #carlos sainz jr and lando norris #carlando au #carlando fic #carlando fiction #carlando fanfiction #f1 fanfiction #f1 fanfic #f1 fiction #f1 fic

[wanderingblindly]

WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Late Nights (1.3k words, oneshot)

Oscar leans forward and rummages through the bag, nabbing a pair of chopsticks and an unopened container. "Want me to stay?" Lando's heart sinks; has he been home late so often that Oscar would offer? "Babe, it's really gonna be a late one, I can't --" He talks around his mouthful of noodles. "I don'mind."

Someone in Seattle (11.6k words, oneshot)

“Could I, like… would you be my model for it? Maybe?” “That’s what the coffee was for then?” “No, that was, uh.” He can feel his face heating up, skin undeniably turning a deeper shade of red under Lando’s gaze – mirthful and a little something else. “That was different.” “Gonna say what?” “No.”

Keep Talking (2.7k words, oneshot)

Closing his eyes, pulling a deep breath in through his nose, Lando lowers himself to the floor – sitting directly next to Oscar’s spread knees. “Yeah?” Oscar asks, voice already softer – leading. He’s still sat casually against the sofa, looking down at Lando with warm, understanding eyes. Lando nods in response, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself lean against Oscar’s leg, rubbing his cheek against his sweatpants.

Nouveau Hot (3.5k words, oneshot)

Lando’s hand moves faster, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each stroke, each flick of his wrist. Easy muscle memory, it should be enough but — “Need you, need you, need you now, I- Osc, please I -oh fuck,” He’s rambling, the words spilling out faster as he desperately chases release — hips fucking up uselessly into his hand. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

Lando v Media (1.2k words, oneshot)

He’s very aware that fucking his teammate isn’t exactly the best PR move he’s ever come up with. And he didn’t need to be told that, to be clear. Though, to be even clearer, he was told that – Jon made quick work of pointing it out, as did the HR representative, as did the PR representative, as did Andrea. But again, he was already aware, so that all felt really excessive.

Bite Down (Show Me How) (1.2k words, oneshot)

“I’m a virgin, by the way.” Smooth start. Oscar, to his irritating credit, doesn’t even look at him from his spot, leaning casually against the elevator wall. “Yeah?” He turns his head, giving Lando a look that makes him realize he’s not the one in charge here. “Wanna do something ‘bout that?”

You Bring Me Closer to God (9.7k words, oneshot)

They’re still close enough to whisper, Lando’s hand holding him in place as he grins wildly. “You like it rough, Osc?” He doesn’t even care if it’s just a bit, just Lando’s stage persona washing over him like it does all his fans. Looking up at Lando, looking at the lipstick he smeared across his cupid’s bow and chin – it’s like he’s seen god. Felt it on his lips, tasted it on his tongue. Oscar grabs him by the nape of the neck without a second thought, pulling them together just as viciously as the first time. Or: In which Lando is a very slutty front-man for a small band seeking their big break, Oscar is an enamored bartender, and Jenson's bar brings them together.

Hot Pink Ring Pops (Would You Marry Me If I Was a Worm?) (4.2k words, oneshot)

“Oscar isn’t ever gonna marry me if I’m a worm, Jon!” He laments, the words uneven and jagged as he sobs (which, Jon realizes, can’t be good for whatever injuries he’s possibly sustained from the crash). Somehow more importantly, what the fuck did Lando just say?

Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? (Asking for a Friend) (12.3k words, 2/2 Chapters)

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating. It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”. And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that? 

Mortifying! Anyways, (2.3k words, oneshot)

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut– “Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin. “Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

If I'm Barbie, and You're Barbie, then Who's Driving the Bus? (814 words, oneshot)

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment. Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie. Charli XCX, no less. 

#masterpost #landoscar #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #If I’m Barbie and You’re Barbie Then Who’s Driving the Bus? #Mortifying! Anyways #Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? #Hot Pink Ring Pops #Is It Gay Verse #You Bring Me Closer to God #Bite Down (Show Me How) #Lando v Media #Nouveau Hot #Keep Talking #Someone in Seattle #Late Nights

[saint-of-ossaville]

We don’t know if any big DC comic book characters have OCD outside of probably Batman, who was speculated to have OCD in Batman: The Imposter #1, but even then, we have zero idea if it’s connected to canon and the idea is likely not explored upon elsewhere (correct us if we’re wrong). And if you know us from twt, you know how we feel about Jean-Paul Valley and projecting our OCD onto him and Azrael + Azbat.

Batman: The Imposter Vol 1 #1 (Dec 2021, DC Comics’s Black Label) by Mattson Tomlin (W), Andrea Sorrentino (A), Jordie Bellaire (C), and Steve Wands (L).

#comics #text #dc comics #dc #ocd #actually ocd #jean paul valley #azbat #azrael #bruce wayne #batman

[winxsource]

Aaaand that's a wrap on the 2023 Fate: The Winx Saga Reverse Big Bang!! Huge thanks to all those who participated as a writer or an artist, as well as to everyone who engaged with the finished works. This event resulted in twenty-three new works in the ao3 collection!

Not all art was posted to the ao3 collection, so be sure to check out the summary below of all the works created for the event.

@leadingrebel wrote this Riven + Saul h/c fic for this art/gifset by @astrid-v

@daisiehoney wrote this Riventrix vigilante fic for this video animation by @skloomdumpster

@claracivry wrote this SkyRiv angst for this art by @leadingrebel

@queen-of-the-wallflowers15 also wrote a SkyRiv angst fic to go with @leadingrebel's art.

@infp-obsessing-over-everything wrote this Stellatrix angst for this gifset by @hibiscusia

@amchara wrote this Bloom/Sky/Andreas medieval AU for this gifset by @skloomdumpster

@crazycatfaery wrote this Bloom angst fic for this art by @veritaserum07

@shadowofnight wrote this Andylind angst fic for this art by @faytalepsy

@lustrouswhite wrote this Andylind Soulmates AU for this gifset by @shadowofnight

@myalchod wrote this dark Skloom fic for this video edit by @sklooms

@amchara wrote this Skloom angst fic for this video edit by @widadsadki

@gossipqueen2000 wrote this Skloom Battle Royale AU for this gifset by @fitztragedy

@aserene wrote this Farah the Fern fic for this art by @crazycatfaery

@rxnefairs wrote this Farah + cat fic for this art by @crazycatfaery

@junkshop-disco wrote this Silrah fix-it fic for this art by @faytalepsy

@somenamewithepineapple wrote this Silrah gala fic for this art by @faytalepsy

@myalchod wrote this Silrah introspective fic for this art by @anne-in-dreamland

@septemberrie and @fitztragedy wrote this Rivusa future fic for this art by @theperfectrose

@lilfuturescars wrote this Rivusa Assassin AU fic for this video edit by @septemberrie

@medusanova also wrote a Rivusa Assassin AU fic for Septemberrie's video edit

@theperfectrose wrote this Rivusa College AU for this video edit by @loveisthemoment

@septemberrie wrote this Rivusa Bridgerton AU for this gifset by @fitztragedy

@whenshesayshush wrote this Rivusa S2 angst fic for this gifset by @rivusa

#fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #ftws #ftwsreversebigbang #winxsource #masterpost #masterlist #silrah #rivusa #skloom #skyriv #riventrix

[rabbitcruiser]

Bixby Bridge, CA (No. 3)

Over 300,000 board feet (700 m3) of Douglas fir timber, used to build a 250-foot (76 m) high falsework to support the arch during construction, was transported from the railroad terminal in Monterey over the narrow, one-way road to the bridge site. The falsework, built by crews led by E. C. Panton, the general superintendent, and I. O. Jahlstrom, resident engineer of Ward Engineering Co., was difficult to raise, because it was constantly exposed to high winds. Some of the falsework timbers were 10 by 10 inches (250 mm × 250 mm).[18] It took two months to construct the falsework alone. When high waves threatened the falsework foundation, construction was halted for a short time until winter storms abated.

The crews excavated 4,700 cubic yards (3,600 m3) of earth and rock. Eight hundred and twenty-five trucks brought in 600,000 pounds of reinforcing steel. Sand and gravel were supplied from a plant in Big Sur.

Construction required 45,000 sacks or 6,600 cubic yards (5,000 m3) of cement which was transported from Davenport, near Santa Cruz, and from San Andreas. Crews began placing concrete on November 27. The concrete was transported across the canyon on platforms using slings suspended from a cable 300 feet (91 m) above the creek.

The bridge was completed on October 15, 1932, although the highway was not finished for another five years. At its completion, the bridge cost $199,861 and, at 360 feet (110 m), was the longest concrete arch span on the California State Highway System. The bridge was necessary to complete the two-lane road which opened in 1937 after 18 years of construction. The completion of construction was celebrated with a ribbon-cutting ceremony led by Dr. John L.D. Roberts, who had conceived of the need for the road.

Source: Wikipedia

#Bixby Creek Bridge #Bixby Bridge Vista Point #Bixby Bridge #Monterey County #California State Route 1 #Highway 1 #Pacific Coast Highway #National Scenic Byway #Big Sur #Pacific Ocean #travel #original photography #vacation #tourist attraction #landmark #landscape #seascape #countryside #street scene #road trip #summer 2022 #California #West Coast #Big Sur Coast Highway #nature #flora #grass #USA #blue sky #cliff

[fractualized]

Relationship Compromise in Batman/Catwoman

(or: I'm not sure Tom King knows just how bonkers what he wrote is and I don't know what to do with that)

Batman/Catwoman concluded this past June, and I did not enjoy it, and it haunts me.

Just... when I read a story and what the author apparently thinks is happening does not align with the events on the page, I can't help but feel some fascination. The final page, in B/C #12, is definitely the most dissonant:

What a romantic scene, the pin on a tale of love triumphant! If you ignore many of the events around it!!

I try not to be too much of a dick even about things I don't like. Regardless of my opinion, Tom King wrote twelve dang issues interweaving three different time periods, so he put some measure of thought into it. So at the conclusion of my first read, when my reaction was "lol what," I still thought maybe the spliced time periods were hiding something from me. That narrative tactic is typically used so that an event that happens in one period of time can directly comment on an event that occurs much earlier/later, and there was some of that in B/C, but its main effect was muddling the story. Plus I read it over the course of 17 months! Maybe I missed something, something that made it allllll come together.

So during my second read, like a sane person, I cut up all the panels and sorted them into the three different tracks. And then I read the story again chronologically, and this time my reaction was... *resoundlingly* "lol what."

And I will explain why at length under the cut (with many many spoilers, as well as remarks on dismemberment and suicide).

(A more fitting final takeaway from much earlier in the story, B/C #3)

Ostensibly, Batman/Catwoman is about Selina keeping an identity of her own while making her relationship with Bruce work; it's about compromise, about love persevering through conflict. Yet again and again, whether I read the story the way it was published or chronologically (for a total of five times!), I kept seeing Selina so bitter about those compromises that, to keep the relationship going, she tells Bruce two brutal lies that make the final page of B/C come off as a joke.

Again, it's this dissonance that bothers me. I ship batjokes. If you want to tell me a tale about screwed up relationship dynamics and people managing to love each other in spite of them in their own bizarre way, I'm into it. That's interesting! A lot of B/C was interesting, until the framing kept trying to tell me it was ultimately a love story that all worked out.

This journey of Selina's, which is as much about her relationship with Joker as it is her relationship with Bruce, takes place over three different Christmas seasons. Presumably this is a reference to the Ghosts of Christmas Past, Present, and Future, so I'll use those labels:

Past Track: In their earlier years, Bruce and Selina attempt a relationship while Selina tries to hide that she's drinking buddies with Joker. Present Track: Years later, some point after King's Batman run, Bruce and Selina's relationship has progressed to them living together, with Selina helping Bruce fight crime. Andrea Beaumont reappears in Gotham and asks them to help search for her lost son, and she goes on a murderous revenge spree when it appears that Joker killed him. Future Track: Decades later, Bruce dies of sickness in his old age, and the widowed Selina tracks down Joker and finally kills him. Helena/Batwoman (her and Bruce's daughter) and Commissioner Dick Grayson attempt to bring Selina to justice.

(These descriptions just set the scene for each time period. The plot gets too convoluted to sum up, so you'll have to read B/C if you want all the story beats. Godspeed.)

Selina's first big lie is actually pretty understandable. It comes up early in B/C #2 in the Future Track, when she slashes Joker's throat.

Bruce's refusal to kill including Joker is an oft-voiced frustration not only in fandom but within the comic universe. It's clear here that Selina agreed to adhere to this rule while Bruce was alive. Then she, as his wife, when he was on his deathbed, lied to him about one of the major principles of his life.

Certainly, what to say to Bruce about her intentions must have been a tough call. As he slipped away, Selina could have either lied to his face or told him that she was going back on her word. Both are not great for different reasons! Of course, she had a third choice, which was honoring Bruce's wishes, perhaps having come to see eye-to-eye with him over the years, the kind of understanding you might expect in a story that ends with a kiss that belongs on the cover of a bodice-ripper. But the crux of B/C is that Selina did not agree with Bruce on this, and over the next ten issues we learn more about why, after Joker has apparently been untraceable for ten years, she felt the need to hunt him down.

Plus it's not like Joker doesn't have a point; it is kind of darkly, desperately funny for Bruce to expect loved ones to stick to his rules after he's dead, like they're appendages of him instead of their own people. Even when Bruce was dying, he was trying to exert control. And this idea coming up so early, it feels like that is what B/C is supposed to be about: Selina's independence stifled by Bruce's need for control.

This conflict is starkest in the Past Track when, instead of trying to kill Joker, Selina repeated refuses to sell him out:

(Selina, people are dying.)

Naturally, Joker adds to the friction by encouraging Selina's identity crisis:

Of course he's saying these things because he's ultimately only "friends" with her in hopes she'll disclose Batman's identity and location to him.

And given Joker's behavior, it feels like Selina is only "friends" with him too, that her attachment is more about the freedom it represents for her, about her refusal to be consumed by Bruce— though it's still hard to buy. Joker's characterization remains the wildly murderous maniac he's been for ages now. I can see a tamer version of Joker charming his way into a friendship with Selina, but she's not the type of person to brush off mass murder while casually trusting the mass murderer. Even in this very story!

Previously, Selina assaults Joker because when he poisoned of one of her marks, it left evidence that the two of them were in the same room together, but here, she wasn't involved in the reindeer "gag." She's just upset.

Yet before and after those assaults, Selina and Joker still have their buddy time, so her perspective is summed up by what is one of my most hated panels ever in B/C #8:

(Oh golly gee, who knew ignoring all this over-the-top murder stuff would feel ickily complicit!)

One way or another, Selina clearly doesn't like what Joker does, seeming to confirm that this friendship is really about her need for independence— until B/C #9, when Joker again asks for info on Bruce and it finally clicks for her that Joker's friendship is a fraud. Selina is just so shocked and appalled that this remorseless killer would betray her, that in B/C #10 the revelation escalates into a physical fight and speechifying:

(The fact that this never occurred to Selina until now is insulting to her character.)

(I really hate her dialogue about the rogues' claims to insanity, but that's a whole other can of worms.)

The betrayal is all this fight is about. Selina is not protecting Bruce here; she's channeling a simultaneous frustration with Bruce. Selina is looking to be understood, and she's not finding that understanding. All she gets is Bruce asking where Joker is, and Joker asking who Bruce is. Therefore she decides: fuck both these guys.

You know what? Hell yeah! Go be your own person, Selina!

Uh, except the very next thing that happens in the Past Track, in B/C #11, is Selina turning around and giving Joker up to Bruce. I guess she meant "fuck" figuratively with Joker and literally with Bruce. Bruce asks her why she changed her mind, and she explains:

"He... Joker asked me if... If I was Batman or if I was Catwoman. Like... like everything in the world has to be this or that, one or the other. Like you can't just put the two together and make that work. [....] Also, he's the Joker. So @$%#% him."

Okay that actually explains jack shit, and you did not really "make that work" because this story references events in King's Batman run, which means you broke up again (probably several times) after this, but okie dokie.

So from the Past Track, we know that Joker violated Selina's trust, and she finds his murder gross. She did not try to kill him at that point, though; it's what happens in the Present Track that changes things. In that time period, presumably set some time after King's Batman run, Selina and Bruce are back together, and their conflict resurfaces when Andrea shows up. Andrea kidnaps Selina in an effort to get Bruce to turn Joker over for execution, and in a short time she convinces Selina that Joker deserves death for his brand of cruelty. The two women then conspire to get Bruce out of the way for the murder by knocking him unconscious and locking him naked in a bank vault with the alarm going off. Which is 1) hilarious, sure, but 2) giving strong Joker vibes?

(Some people theorize that Tom King is secretly a batjokes shipper. My theory is that he doesn't know he's batjokes shipper.)

I'm not saying Selina can't be funny; I'm saying that out of all the options she had to get Bruce out of the way, this is what she picked, while leaving a breezy btw-gonna-murder-now note. And this is far from the first time she has a Jokery flavor. The most egregious example is in the Future Track, when she discovers that Dick had Joker's body transported to Gotham, and she dismembers Joker's corpse and uses the pieces to decorate a tree:

(And a clown head on a fir treeeeeeee!)

Dick's dialogue is repeating a note left on the tree, which is referencing a joke relayed to Selina and Batman by a Joker victim in the Present Track: "what did Santa say when he got thrown down the chimney and landed on his head? Oh oh oh." But the problem with this grotesque display is that Joker can't experience the payback since he's, uh, dead, and Selina and Bruce were the only ones to hear this joke. I suppose Bruce may have told others about it, and certainly kept records about his cases, but still, why antagonize Helena and Dick with this specific line? Who is this for?

Allegedly, Selina is still just that angry about what Joker did to Andrea Beaumont, which feels inexplicable. The theory seems to be that Joker's manipulation of Andrea makes Selina feels a kinship with her. After the undefined version of Mask of the Phantasm that happened in this universe, Andrea hunted Joker down, only to find him with a baby that he referred to as his own child. To escape, Joker tossed the newborn into the air and ran off, and when she caught the baby... she found her inner pain suddenly soothed. (Yeah, yeah, I know.) Instead of continuing the hunt, Andrea named the baby Andrew (yeah, yeah, I know) and became his mother— and now all these years later, she finds out that Joker stole Andrew from a hospital, when the clown tricks her into coming with him to the family's home and blows them up. Andrea feels such horrible guilt about getting the entire family killed that she commits suicide right in front of Bruce and Selina.

An awful series of events... but I still find it strange for Andrea to be the only victim Selina name-checks in her final confrontation with Joker. She barely knew Andrea, a fact that's emphasized when Harley shows up. Selina has longer histories with other characters traumatized by Joker, but she doesn't say one word indicating that she killed him for Harley too. You could say it's because Selina's too focused on their fight, except she does find the mental space to declare that Harley never killed Joker because, like Bruce, Harley is a better person than she gives herself credit for.

(We've got two other cans of worms here we're not gonna open.)

Also, in the Present Track, Selina is strikingly callous toward the Joker victim who tells the Santa joke, when Selina and Bruce first encounter him...

... and when he falls off the bridge.

But okay, maybe on top of witnessing Andrea's suicide, it's the motherhood angle that gets to Selina. She doesn't seem too affected in the Present Track, but in the Future Track we see her interactions with Helena go from strained to violent, then come to a more loving resolution:

We can surmise that Selina's need to defy Bruce's rule and kill Joker only grew over time, as her relationship with her daughter deepened her understanding of Andrea's pain at losing Andrew.

Except LOL, SUCKERS. That interpretation is undermined by the pièce de résistance, the second and worst of the lies Selina tells.

Because, as revealed in the Future Track, Andrea is alive! Selina broke Clayface out of Arkham and got him to impersonate Andrea slashing her own throat so the real Andrea could run away and lay low. Andrea agreed to this in exchange for Selina eventually killing Joker. Selina has been planning to kill Joker for decades, since before Helena was born.

And, again, in case you forgot, the fake suicide happens right in front of Bruce by design, and there's no indication he ever finds out the truth. In the immediate aftermath, Selina even freaking brings up Alfred, adding to Bruce's feelings of failure and loss:

(These panels also featuring Bruce's glib, painfully out-of-character reference to his parents' murder.)

If that wasn't enough, Selina comforts Bruce by using this as an opportunity to reinforce that, in the end, all they have is each other:

(Ummm so what if in this instance the cat wounded the bat but the bat didn't know? And is this a bonding moment or a Calvin Klein ad?)

These panels come before the reveal that Andrea is still alive, so the appeal to Selina and Bruce's connection is in earnest. It's only later in the issue that the reader is privy to how wildly fucked up this is! On Christmas!

And then it gets even worse, because now, now, is when Selina and Bruce finally get legitimately married. It's not clear if it's that same night, but it must be within a week because the chapel still has Christmas music in rotation. Selina has just finished plotting for Bruce to witness the fake-but-heartwrenching suicide of one of the loves of his life, and then she marries him!

(True love conquers all when you've manipulated your partner into another bout of grief.)

In the future, temporary fugitive Selina joins Andrea on a tropical island, and the fake suicide is framed like a clever ploy the women pulled off, a bizarre compromise to get around Bruce's rule, but it just shows... contempt, honestly? And not for the first time, after Selina's inexplicable refusal to tell Bruce Joker's location, after her angry realization that Bruce and Joker are so much alike, referenced again here:

There's also a strange vibe with something Selina says to Helena at dinner, after Joker's murder:

Very "I held out long enough to kill the clown and get all Bruce's money. :)"

Then there's Selina's relationship with Helena. Before the heartwarming scene between them I shared above, in B/C #10, they have a physical fight during which Selina expresses a lot of hostility toward her daughter for embodying Bruce's brand of justice.

That last one may seem irrelevant, but I think it speaks to the point. Calling your daughter ungrateful when she's doing what you know she was taught? Seems like there's anger at the teacher!

And when all is said and done, Selina convinces Helena to not be like her father and to let her mother walk:

Selina does also say favorable things about Bruce, and at times expresses regret that she couldn't live up to what he wanted. I'm not saying she didn't love him, or that holding off from killing Joker while Bruce was alive meant nothing. But as the saying goes, "show, don't tell," and so many of Selina's actions, especially loading more trauma on Bruce, outweigh the nicer moments.

In the face of those actions, the sweeping romance of that final panel in the last issue does not hold up. There's elements of a better story here, about an independent woman convincing herself to compromise for love, and at the end of her life finding more regret and bitterness than she bargained for, and not finding peace with it. But while King is able to see Selina's need to be unconstrained, ultimately his writing glosses over it and has her reconcile with the wife/mother role, while ignoring the cruelty of the deception she implements to get there.

Looking back, it feels like the primary function of telling Batman/Catwoman in such a tangled way was to obscure the mess.

(tl;dr: where is my "Selina divorces Bruce and takes him for all he's got" storyline?)

#batman/catwoman 2020 #selina kyle #bruce wayne #joker #analysis #suicide #dismemberment #batcat

[dreamii-krybaby]

your nori headcanons, hand them over

Wait. People are actually interested in my Nori HCs? Holy shit *screams in happiness*

Ironically I been working on a post dedicated to my Nori HCs! but am going to throw a “few” in here.

Nori Doorman! HCs 🗝️

(watch all of this get absolutely wrecked when we fully get to see her character alongside others.)

(Btw some of my HC are connected to my personal speculations)

• I honestly can’t see this woman being straight. So fuck it. She is pansexual now.

• I was thinking of HC her as neurodivergent! But not sure rn.

• Nori was named that way by herself because after she found out about sushi’s existence,and after finding out the algae used in sushi is called “Nori”, she later named herself after that bc she thought the word sounded cute.

• If robots could eat human food,she would definitely try all kinds of sushi or just the algae for curiosity.

• We canonically don’t know if Nori was a WD that had parents or was a WD who gained sentience. But personally I like to think she was one of the many WDs who gained sentience.

• She actually gained sentience when she was slightly younger and moments after the extinction of humanity.

• She was around her early 30s when she passed away.

• She met Khan before the WDF existed or when Khan wasn’t even considered a leader.

• They met while both found themselves in a pickle after trying to scavenge scraps for personal projects.

• I do think if they were WDs who attended high-school,they would have met after being paired for a school project.

• If Nori ever went to high school she definitely strikes me as a “shy nerdy geeky girl but gets super exited when talking about her passions”.

•Nori and Khan were roughly the same age when they started dating but Khan started to age physically more faster bc of overwork and stress after becoming the colony’s leader.

• Honestly Khan and Nori’s relationship strikes me as:

“Big menacing dog who is actually a goofball” and “Tiny black kitten who looks adorable but will commit war crimes if provoked”

• Honestly I can only see Nori’s and Khan’s relationship being so fucking wholesome,they were lovebirds your honor. Ofc before shit hit the fan.

• She used to spend time with the WDF and join in their card games!

• Nori was incredibly good at card/board games. She always somehow won when playing card games with the WDF. The WDF still let her join bc it was fun. (And bc she was their leader’s wife)

•The way of how imagine Nori’s voice is sort of a smooth and soft voice. Slightly monotone and a bit high pitch. Like her voice immediately gives “shy soft woman who also happens to be a mother” vibes.

Her voice does shift a bit when she gets really excited! (Or any strong emotion) Completely loosing her monotony and smoothness a bit.

The best voice claim I can think for rn her is actually Candace from Genshin Impact, just make her voice a bit high pitched.

Also fun fact! Candaces english VA (Shara Kirby) is the same VA of Serial Designation-J!

Another Voice claim i can come up is Andrea Storm Kaden!

She is a singer who performed in a lot of fan songs of video-games. (tattletail,FNAF,BATIM, Overwatch,etc. She did a lot of collabs with JT Music and I think a few with TryHardNinja.)

• She is actually shorter than the average WDs,but just by a few inches. She isn’t an ant like Uzi.

• Her hair is much more longer and a few shades lighter than Uzi’s.

• Her eyes are also much saturated compared to her daughter’s eyes color.

•She also has cute lil chompers! Tho they dont look the same as the DDs. They are smaller and shorter,Uzi inherited that trait from her.

• Uzi’s necklace actually belonged to Nori.

• When Nori got her hands on this necklace and started wearing it,she never took it off.

• She definitely strikes me as someone who is into cottage-gore.

• She is a goth mom,thats it. Like and old-school goth mom. (Like she is more into the “feminine” part of goth,if I can explain myself)

• She constantly wore black dresses. The one she wore the most was a simple off shoulder black dress with short sleeves and frills on it. It was made from a very thin and light material. And it had a purple flower pattern on it.

• She wore this dress while wearing black combat boots (Like most WDs) and her necklace.

• She had a pair of black combat boots but this time her boots lace was a purple color.

• She also had a WDs jacket! And occasionally wore it. It was purple.

• One of her many hobbies was painting. She didn’t do it all the time,just occasionally. Khan still kept some of them hidden away.

• She was definitely one of those girls who would see true crime content.

• She would sometimes put screamo music when cleaning.

•She definitely listened to grunge,goth,metal music

•She isn’t much of a singer but she can hum pretty well!

•She hums when doing chores or when comforting Uzi.

•Uzi’s and Nori’s love language would definitely be touch. I can see her humming as she caresses Uzi’s head,as Uzi lays it on her mother’s lap. She did this whenever her kid had a rough time.

•Nori was the only person who could calm Uzi down whenever she went “feral”.

•Uzi would probably be more close and vulnerable with Nori.

• Nori is probably one of the most softest/chillest person. But make her really pissed and honey you are dead. (May or may not be literal)

• Whenever she is just angry but not necessarily pissed she is more a cold,piercing kind of anger. The kind to stare into your soul and makes you question all your life choices.

Note: Btw I theorized she was related to the AS and actually had it since EP2! So have some of that!

• She was covered in scars,bumps and dents,but she mostly covered them up with her clothes or the AS did the job healing the scars. Or she covered them up by literally painting over herself.

As to why she had these scars? Well lets say she got herself into questionable and dangerous situations.

• She would replace a lot of the broken mirrors that she would break with her AS in her house,in secret.

• She would occasionally use her AS when doing chores.

EP3 spoilers!

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Note: We don’t know if Nori consumed Oil whe she was alive,since I theorized she had the AS. But I have some HCs if she did:

• Sometimes she would arrive at her home,alone or when Khan was sleeping. Wearing long forearmed-length black gloves, laced up with purple/white lace.

• She would carry a dark colored bag (that looked like those tote bags but is was bigger and the material was much more thicker) that leaked oil at the bottom.

• Her dress would have dry or fresh stains. She also reeked of oil.

• She started out as frenemies with Yeva,but they later became besties.

• The 2 would hang out a lot alone.

• Nori constantly visited Yeva at her house,but she never invited Yeva to her house. Since Nori was always sort of messy, and she was self conscious about that in the past.

• They both would probably talk all kinds of things.

• She would definitely teach Yeva 1 or 2 things about her AS powers,since Nori has more experience with her AS abilities than Yeva.

• Nori would sometimes speak russian to Yeva. Meanwhile Yeva would speak English to Nori. Just for the funsies.

• Nori actually met Baby Doll at some point! She even held her.

• I always thought of Nori as a more artistic oriented woman but EP3 seems to make me think of her more of the scientific side.

• So she is a bit of both but her artistic side is showed more often than her scientific side.

•Nori personally customized her own necklace and helped Yeva with it when it came to her bracelet.

Side Note: Ok wtf that was more than I expected jesus. Anyways yeah this is just like 5% of my interpretation and HCs if Nori…yeah I am

✨mentally not ok✨

#murder drones #nori murder drones #murder drones nori #nori md #md nori #murder drones nori doorman #nori doorman murder drones #md nori doorman #nori doorman md

[ferrariprince16]

okay here we go. i will leave the link of the podcast and the transcript with the translation under. it's mine translation so any errors is mine, it was a lot of work so if u use pls jus tag me and that's it. hopefully it's helpful.

Fedez: "Guys, we promised, actually no, but you asked a lot, it was the comment with more requests for 2 years straight at Muschio Selvaggio."

Charles: "Ah 2 years, wow"

F: "2 years I believe"

Luis: "Since the foundation, since 2020"

F: "Since 2020 and if Charles Leclerc doesn't go to Muschio Selvaggio, Muschio goes to Charles Leclerc, so here we go with Charles Leclerc at Muschio Selvaggio"

C: "Good morning, good morning"

L: "Thank gou Mr. Charles"

C: "No problem"

F: "Today, I didn't prepare to where we are"

C: "Fiorano"

F: "Today we are in Fiorano, one of the historical residence of Ferrari,"

L: "In the historical residence, it's the only one"

Denny: "Of Enzo too?"

L: "There's Enzo's house"

C: "The house where he worked a long time ago"

L: "If u don't know, it's in the Modena province, near to Bologna"

D: "Where this accent came from?"

L: "They talk like this here, they eat fried gnocco. Did u eat it?"

C: "Yes. Not too much because I have the diet to follow, but I like it"

D: "It's the diet hard?"

C: "No. I do it with pleasure"

L: "Bc you assum speed equals vomit, bc at 300 km/h maybe the food goes up. What did u eat before a race?"

C: "No in the car I need to be careful bc at that speed, well-- you tried so you know now"

D: "I ate before going in the car and I was afraid"

F: "If u didn't know we did a lap in the car and now I'll put a clip"

L: "U can't heard anything bc we were going at 200 km/h"

F: "And its hard. So we have a theory"

C: "Say you theory"

F: "Bc we tried and u go very fast and ur body goes (he moves around) and u have a big neck. Do u train ur neck?"

C: "It's very hard to train the neck, obviously during the lost season when I don't race for 2 months from December to February more or less, I need to train the neck"

F: "And how do u train a neck?"

C: "Elastic bands"

F: "With the elastic bands"

D: "But like u put the elastic band under ur feet and go like this"

C: "No there is my trainer Andrea--"

F: "That we say hi"

L: "Andrea surname? Ferrari"

C: "He's the best"

F: "His surname is Ferrari"

L: "Acoincidence "

C: "We have a thing on the head where u put the elastic and u do the movements"

D: "With weights too?"

C: "Yeah with weights too but to me no the elastic is better, I prefer."

F: "But it's a something all the drivers do? Bc I never notice the neck of the other drivers, I mean everyone has a muscular neck?"

C: "Yes all of us have a big neck"

F: "But do u do collo di ferro (arm wrestling but with necks)"

C: "No we didn't try yet"

L: "I don't know if have the right number but I read that u have raced in 96 gps"

C: "I don't count the gps"

L: "Bc this is the 96th episode of Muschio Selvaggio"

F: "Wow Gigi ur so good"

C: "But why do u call him Gigi? He's name is Luis"

L: "Yes is Luis, it's just italianized, Luis, Luigi, Gigi"

C: "Okay"

D: "How many poles do you have?"

C: "17 i think. But we have to catch up with the wins, because Saturday often goes better than Sunday"

L: "U have to know that Denny here is the one that help us bc he's a f1 fan"

D: "I follow the sport and I try to bring him (Fede) in this world"

F: "He's my good friend and I said to him come"

C: "Do u understand now?"

F: "Well I learned a lot of things"

D: "Now he knows what drs is and now he will now explain"

C: "Good"

F: "Well it's not that interesting. I have an interesting question for u. I have a relationship" (he used the term rapporto)

L: "with my wife" (they made a joke about having sex)

F: "It's a question I made to a lot of athletes, even too Bonucci, Chiellini, when do u have to pee during a race? What happens?"

C: "Yes, so i keep it if i can. It happened 2 times in my career, one time in f1 in spa and then one time there was an incident and we have to stay in the car for 2 hours."

F: "They still haven’t invented a pee-vacum?"

C: "No. They made the suits to not see it"

F: "Fuck yes bc if u win u don't have the stain"

C: "Exactly, it's studied, but we try to avoid it as much as we can, but it happens"

F: "And for poo? It had to happened to athletes to poo in their suits?"

C: "I don't know them and I don't want to know them"

D: "But do u tell to the box if u pee on yourself?"

C: "No. I keep it to myself, but the poor mechanics they see it after bc they have to take it off the seat"

L: "They have to turn the car to let it out"

F: "These were the smart questions. No. U start so young and F1 is a elitist sport but u have a story a little bit different from others"

C: "I started when I was 3 and half"

D: "They put u in karts"

C: "The first time I went with karts and I went with a friend of my father and there was attached a cord between the two karts to see bc at that age u don't know if the kid will turn to right, to brake"

L: "You barely spoke"

C: "I spoke a little bit earlier"

D: "3 yo is little"

C: "Yes"

D: "But every driver start at that age?"

C: "Well no in f1 a lot of drivers start not late than 7 yo"

D: "So you grow up in a single seater"

F: "And the car grows with u"

C: "U start with karts which are little, but at 3 yo there are not karts for that age so we had to adjust it to let me seat and drive and then after a little bit the karts get more powerful"

D: "So u start with karts and then?"

C: "Then depends, from 14/16 yo u go in the single seater and then there are real cars"

D: "It's already f3?"

C: "Yes. Now there is f4 that is the first step for the single seater, f3, f2 and f1"

D: "U did f3 and u won, f2 u won"

C: It was a little bit messier for me bc it wasn't that easy bc there were other categories that were in the middle of f3 and f2 with different names, but yes I won the equivalent of f3 now and f2 and then I went in f1"

D: "And u went in Alfa Romeo"

C: "Yes the first year"

D: "And then in Ferrari"

C: "And then in Ferrari"

D: "How it went Sunday?"

C: "Good, well Monza is always special"

D: "We were there and it was amazing"

F: "Is it true that u breathe a new air in f1? We were talking about this with ur girlfriend at the box yesterday and she said that u breathe an air like the fans are more and more, a fan base very big"

C: "It's true. So Monza is always has been a crazy thing. There are lot younger fans in the last few years with Netflix"

F: "That's with the Netflix series?"

C: "Yes and with the younger drivers and we use more socials"

F: "I always use this comparison in this podcast, but it's like u are the Justin Bieber of f1, its a compliment"

C: "Thank u"

F: "For me JB is like God come after JB"

D: "There were a moment when Charles's name was always around and still is"

F: "I have theory. Denny is convinced that a part of the new fans comes from the videogame"

D: "I tell u, like 5 years ago, I was a super fan, I played too the videogame for fun and everyone were calling me a boomer, it was an old thing and now in the last two years there were a switch and everyone wanted to be to the gps, play the videogame and during the pandemic, u too were playing. The game exploded"

C: "Yeah during the pandemic, with other drivers since there wasn't any race, we organised championships with the videogame"

L: "With the simulator at home"

C: "Yes and then yes it's true it helped to have an interest with the virtual world and then with the real f1"

F: "Yes there is an hype around it"

L: "And around ur name. Bc yesterday coming from Milan to Monza, hundreds of ppl were reading Ferrari shirt for u and for Ferrari"

F: "But they took off tags"

L: "Yes this is my thing. Anyway I was feeling the pressure on u or on Ferrari. It's something I wouldn't know how to handle and with that nickname that was given to u"

C: "Nickname" (nomignolo in italian and he didn't know what it meant)

F: "Yes the nickname"

C: "Ah yes il predestinato"

L: "Yeah to have hundreds of ppl that scream ur name and being called il predestinato"

F: "It's not easy"

L: "How do u feel it?"

C: "To me it gives me a lot of motivation. When u go from the hotel and u struggle a lot bc there were so many pp, but it's incredible. U drive from the hotel to track that is like 1 km and its so full of ppl wearing red and it motivates u but not only me but the mechanics too, so I took it like motivation for the team and do u see how much support there is and everyone have great expectations on Ferrari and in particular on this gp, so there is some pressure but when u drive and work for Ferrari there is always pressure"

D: "If Sunday there wasn't that sc"

F: "Let's not say controversial things"

D: "No, no I was about to say that he could have won easily"

C: "No, no easily no. But we could have race a little bit"

F: "We could have at least a race"

C: "Bc in the last laps it was too bad no to race again but it went like this"

F: "It went like this and we need to move on. To be a true predestinato u have to move on, see the target and I u can't do it in that race, forget everything and go on. What is it ur philosophy like how do u face a gp?"

C: "To keep working on your own targets even in difficult times and and to have clearly in mind where do u want to go, like always in every career in everybody life there are some obstacles to get to those target but u have always to believe it and work in the right direction"

L: "An incredible lifestyle. Yeah and living today a simulation of what it means to be in f1 car we were tossed around mentaly, physically"

C: "And its hot too"

F: "And now that u told me that the suits are studied to pee to know it I would have pee on myself"

C: "I'm happy I didn't tell u"

F: "I could have done it now and u don't known it."

L: "Fireproof too?"

C: "Yes"

L: "We are now wearing fireproof things"

F: "How did we know each other?"

C: "I have a question for u actually"

F: "Go go"

C: "What Muschio Selvaggio means?"

L: "It's very short. First of all we bought a podcast studio but we asked what our background could be and what location we give ourselves. Moss background. Okay. What name do we give it."

C: "Aaah this is moss"

F: "In the office we have real moss"

L: "We did this for u"

C: "Nice"

D: "Btw Muschio Selvaggio on the road for the first time"

L: "The name it was from the background. But the branding worked I think"

C: "I didn't made the connection with the background, in fact I was telling it wasn't a normal green background"

F: "But look at the destiny how everyone asked to bring charles leclerc and this summer-- What happend it was that I was in Ibiza, Lapo (Elkann) called me saying that Charles gf is my wife fan and they want us to meet, so we texted during dinner and got to know each other"

C: "Exactly"

F: "And how many things we talked about that we can't tell now. No it's a joke"

C: "We told everything."

L: "I prepared a mini slide"

C: "Okay. I'm ready"

L: "No but its nothing special. I usually prepare mini presentations and today I did the same. 'Charles Leclerc, driver' 'When did you get your drivers license?'"

C: A"At 18 yo and 2 days"

L: "You don’t need it for karts, right?"

C: "No you don’t, you didn’t even need it in f1 some years ago. When Verstappen came into f1 didn't have one"

F: "Really?"

D: "What is it the super license?"

C: "The super license is what u need to arrive in f1, but before u didn't need the driver licence"

L: "Bc the tracks are private, today I couldn't drive bc I don't have the driver licence."

'U say "bruuuuum", "meeeeee", "vroooooom" or "vvvvvvvvv"' What it is the sound that u do for cars

F: "Like the animals in different languages"

C: "Yeah yeah repeat. "Vrooooom""

L: "Favorite means of trasport?"

C: "Car"

L: "I hoped. I didn't know what to expect honestly." And a question semi serious 'If u could change somenthing in f1 what would u change?'

C: "Personally the engine and I would change it with the engine u just heard this morning"

F: "The V10?"

C: "Yes"

F: "Why?

C: "For the sound"

D: "The sound is amazing"

C: "In comparison to yesterday the sound is different, this goes more revved up, I like it more the sound, for the performance is also-- in the world we are living a much greener world I'm super pro for the new engines"

D: "They're hybrids, this is not hybrid"

C: "No, this is not. But for the excitement and the sound these are amazing"

D: "So f1 is much more green"

C: "Yeah yeah now. This year they changed the gas with more ethanol, which is a more green gas and the plan in the future is always to go in that direction, but always maintaining the f1 dna"

D: "So always a combustion engine. It will arrive an electric engine?"

C: "Always more hybrid with greener gas"

D: "U dont imagine in the future f1 electric?"

C: "Idk bc there are many alternative for the electric that for now are not so developed but I'm sure that in like 4/5 years it could get better with these theologies that go forward."

F: "Combustion with zero emission"

C: "Yeah but there is even the hydrogen that is arriving, yeah there are more technologies"

F: "For u there is a big difference being a fe and f1 driver?"

C: "Well yes"

F: "It changes a lot the car"

C: "Even in the way of driving. I never drove a fe car but it's very different. For the performance is not similar, bc the tracks are different bc there are streets tracks very little. It's nice bc the championship goes in many big cities, New York"

D: "Maybe even Rome"

C: "Yes they did Rome, London, Paris, they did many beautiful cities"

F: "I thought u had tried, so u could tell me the difference"

C: "No, but there are two championships very different"

L: "It's a life always traveling. U always move around like it is normal"

C: "Yes. I like it, travelling is amazing, but it's also true that on an entire season when u do triple headers ending with Monza, much more pressure, the tifosi and everything else even if it the most beautiful weekend of the year, it's also the most tiring one. So now it's Monday, after the race--"

F: "Is monza the track where u feel more pressure? There is a track that u feel more the pressure or for the kind of track or for the audience?"

C: "Once again I feel like motivation, it is a great motivation"

F: "But do u feel more motivation from the fans or to be in your rivals city?"

C: "Both things but Monza is unique"

L: "And do u live the race like a game, there is competition ofc, but during those 50 and more laps do u want to play?"

C: "Play is probably not the best term to use, but I have a big smile on my face when I'm in the car we have a big responsibility"

L: "Always focused"

C: "Exactly but I'm very aware how lucky I am to be in this situation, position. I always dreamed to do this job, to be a f1 driver and even more with Ferrari and doing now it's incredible, so I'm so happy to be in this position but we know it's not just fun"

L: "Bc today we say u play and it looked like u were having fun"

F: "Yes with us yes, at one moment he was like "now I will make u throw up" and honestly I was about to"

L: "I though it was so cool bc everytime I hold my camera I don't go like "yeaa" and instead I saw u like it was the first time u did this"

C: "But days like this for me is just fun bc I don't have to get the last tents or to do the perfect time anyway, u now got in the car and I brought other ppl in the car and every ppl react in a different way to be in a f1 car and it's amazing bc u see ppl go crazy"

D: "I went crazy"

F: "U remember the human survival mode bc it's a very hard thing"

D: "Extreme"

L: "It's a rollercoaster driven by u"

F: "It's harder than a rollercoaster for me. My brain went like"

C: "I always compared f1 to a rollercoaster that I can control bc at the end it that the feeling with those wings, bc at the end for u it was the first time to be in a f1 car with the wings that help the car to push on the ground and u have more grip than a normal car, so it's very incredible"

F: "How the fuck do u train ur reflex? Bc u have to have incredible reflex, bc besides the neck that u have to train to counterbalance the weight of the g-force. But how do u train the reflex?"

C: "It's true that the reflex are very important, but in f1, for u it seems reflex, for me is more to anticipate what is it about to arrive bc u are more in the anticipation in the reacting to what the car is doing"

F: "U have to foresee"

C: "U know more or less what the car will do if u do something"

F: "So it's very much like a mental training"

C: "It's more the training, the reflex I train naturally when I'm in the car I started at 3 and half yo I trained enough"

L: "U really lived 21 years driving, but not a 50 km/h"

C: "Trying to do perfectly on the track"

L: "The fact that u have drive more than walk it's amazing. I don't know other examples that we brought that are so focused in the sport bc we brought many professionals of different areas"

F: "Society champions. It's the first time we have a guest that have a big pressure bc obviously now u are here and u say that everything is amazing, but fuck I can imagine that before a race u are like--"

C: "No there is the adrenaline, there is the pre race pressure"

F: "There is even a big part of stress"

C: "Obviously there is this adrenaline pre race even tho the safety of this sport in the last thirty years it changed so much"

F: "Most important thanks to the halo"

C: "Yes. U told that u wanted to talk about it"

F: "No halo is so cool"

C: "No, no it's incredible, it saved a lot lives since 2018"

F: "If u don't know halo is this bar-- and it saved a lot of ppl"

D: "That is on the head of the driver"

C: "It was very criticised at the begginig"

F: "Why? Bc it wasn't pretty aesthetically"

C: "Yes"

D: "It's a little bit ugly but it worked. But the helmet u can personalise as u want, obviously with the sponsor"

C: "Yes there are the sponsors parts and then with the design I can make it like I want"

F: "We can be ur sponsor"

C: "Of Muschio Selvaggio? Make it a helmet of Muschio Selvaggio."

F: "We could take Muschio Selvaggio under the armpits of Charles"

L: "If u have the armpits free"

C: "I think the armpits are free"

F: "We have to ask for a preventive for the armpits. I have two fast questions: first is: the competition, the rivalry between the others is-- a sane competition, everything amazing, but u can go out ot eat something together or its a competition?"

C: "No we can"

F: "U can? Bc I couldn't"

C: "I have to say that we don't do it but honestly I could see myself do it, depends on who bc I have some friends-"

D: "Who is the most nice colleague u have?"

C: "The one I am more bonded that is really a true friend is Pierre Gasly. We know each others since ever, we went vacations together when we were younger"

D: "U went together on the karts too?"

C: "Yes, yes. Our families were also very close, we have a special relationship but there are more drivers that I comfortable with, sometimes we go together to play golf, when we are at home we try to unplug a little bit bc we see each other more than I see my family"

F: "Well I would close (the podcast) with the ritual question I made to every guest we have. Mrs (Silvia) look at me is a naughty question."

C: "I expect the worse now

F: "No, no this is a question that I ask to everyone But being Charles Leclers make u fuck more?"

C: "U should have look at my gf before asking this question"

F: "I would end this with silence"

C: "No, no I'm in love and very lucky"

F: "And with this long live love, love triumphs at Muschio Selvaggio"

C: "Now good luck"

F: "It's a question I do to everyone"

C: "I know, I know"

L: "And thank u"

F: "Thank u to Charles to have been here with us he's the number one, thanks to the Ferrari family to let us this interview and to let us do this amazing experience today. A very incredible day"

L: "And foot on the throttle"

C: "Always. I liked it this"

#charles leclerc #p.text #Youtube

[definegodliness]

Gooey Goo in Watchamaloo

A Christmas Tale

(2,071 words)

Once upon a not so long ago, 2015, in a town called Watchamaloo, there lived a girl named Andrea Eddington. Andrea was the sole heir of a lineage of bakers settled in Watchamaloo since the 1850's, famed for their spotted dick.

Alas, as the years passed, the general public more and more lost interest in the deliciousness of moist Christmas pudding, filled with raisins.

They craved some sort of tasteless black, layered, kitty litter teeth gnashing gravel cookie. With at its center sugary cream. Alike icing, but dryer. As if someone added a heap of crystal sugar last minute, when the melting point was long gone already.

Those, were called Oyero's. After their founder Sydney Oyero. A Big City hot-shot, who had taken the town of Watchamaloo by storm with his gnashy treat. There wasn't a corner left where one could not buy those crude, overbaked, mass produced Oyero's.

Save for that one corner on Main Street that harbored the quaint, classic, Eddington's Bakery.

Still. Defiantly. But for how long, really?

Andrea cried bitter tears. If she could not get people enthusiastic about her spotted dick, her family's legacy surely would be obliterated. She tried pamphlets, street tastings, and TikTok dances — the latter instigated by her quirky friend who stuck by her through thick and thin for comic relief — but all Andrea got for her efforts was a letter from Watchamaloo's Nomed Bank, threatening foreclosure.

It goes without saying that, after that, it did not take long for Andrea to receive a letter from Oyero Industries, offering a highly financially beneficial take-over.  Like, some kind of once in a lifetime lottery deal. Crazy money. Green, that would leave her and the undoubtedly many generations after her completely independent of any government interference. Yet, being the headstrong woman that she is, she tosses this proposal into the hearth fire of her rustic log cabin inspired domus.

Andrea thought of her childhood.

The Christmas decorations in the shopwindow. The children sleighing and giggling in the snow, or shuffling their feet across it to make an iced strip fit for sliding. How their mothers would come running toward them if they'd fall, and how they'd be wrapped in blankets. Offered hot chocolate by her father. And then, of course, how everyone would get a good slice of celebratory spotted dick.

Content and fulfilled, the town would sing Christmas carols.

"Confutatis, maledictis."

Andrea gleefully hums, reminiscing.

It is time for Christmas decorations. One last chance for Christmas. As spotted dick is above all a desert enjoyed by moist-seekers come Christmas.

Andrea carries an almost magically sparkling crystal treetopper she got from her late great-great-grandmother. However, approaching her bakery, by her daydreaming, she slips and slides over one of those nostalgic ice strips, shuffled down by the neighbourhood's kids. And so she bumps into a particularly dashing rapscallion.

Rapscallion? Yes.

Dashing, what not? For his flowing dark brown hair, with streaks of blonde and grey. For his almost aristocratic two-pieced moustache and pointed beard. For his pale skin, that hints at obscure vampiric tendencies. For the gap between his two front teeth, that gains in sympathy for every genuine smile he offers Andrea. The first about to happen. The first of many.

Certainly, this man is as handsome as blatant self-insertion.

Andrea slips. Yet, disneycally, she is dipped, as if in a dance. Then, frozen. Still. Still, because their eyes meet. Still, because of that faint indomitable smile. Still, because his spine isn't what it used to be.

Still. And still until Andrea rapidly schlippity-schlops, treading her stilettos, worn for some reason, against the iced footing. Once she is upright, she thanks the rapscallion (dashing, definitely). However, he is unrespondent, holding the crystal treetopper heirloom in his free hand, admiring it.

A thing of abundance.

In his thousand-mile eyes sparkles that one childhood Christmas memory when he dared dunk his family owned Oyero in vanilla custard. The richness and creaminess of it. The moistness. Wetness. The ever so reluctant, sheer impossible, yet patiently achieved saturation. The ass-whooping following not indulging in the sheer dryness, demanded, to be...

All whirls around him, as mid-pose, he prematurely apologizes for what might have happened. And Andrea reinsures what might have happened hasn't remotely foreordainedly happened, as she hasn't had premature apologies for what might in fact happen in quite some time before. Which is logical.

They part ways. Ain't nobody got time to get acquainted. It's about to be Christmas! There's places to be, people to meet, and things to do, and all that in an infinite loop. As such Andrea decides, anyway.

When she enters the bakery, her clever, brazen, and ever so sassy daughter Tilly, enquires about her smile, and remarks she hasn't seen her mother beaming like that since Eugene, who financially bled Eddington's bakery dry, finally signed the divorce papers. Andrea answers she's just feeling the Christmas spirit.

Then rings the bakery's bell. It is the rapscallion, who, in all the commotion of over-evident sparks flying, forgot to hand over the crystal treetopper. He mentions his family were also bakers. Which breaks the ice. He even offers to lend a hand in decorating, and though Andrea politely declines, Tilly insists the man stays. Clever, insightful, and attentive as she is, having discovered the reason for her mom's beaming face.

They spend the day in merry making. With poopy goody-two-shoed jokes, like icing on noses, faking baubles as earrings, and whatnot. They do silly dances to 50's Christmas songs. And everyone smiles, giggles, and chuckles. It is all so sickly sweet that I, the narrator, am almost relieved Andrea has a raging tantrum when she finally asks the rapscallion his name and he introduces himself as none other than:

Sydney Oyero.

Andrea demands he leaves immediately, and sends voice of reason, but really voice of Andrea's heart, Tilly, to her room when she objects. Sydney hangs his shoulders defeatedly, and walks off into the dark streets of Watchamaloo.

On his way to his apartment, he meets a bearded man who notices his defeated demeanor, and inquires about this feat. Sydney confides in him immediately, as one tends to do with bearded strangers. The man gives him an empowering speech about go-getting, never giving up, love. Basically, finding the spirit of Christmas in oneself. Herein he uses peculiarly precise details about Sydney's childhood, making Sydney wonder where it all went wrong. Inspiring him to be better. When they part Sydney asks the bearded man his name.

"Call me Kris."

Sydney does not put two and two together.

The coming days Andrea and Sydney spent mostly absentminded, vividly remembering 50's dancing, icing on noses, and lots of giggling and smiling.

For Andrea this is particularly annoying, because — oh, Christmas miracle — an extremely large order of spotted dick has been requested for Tilly's upcoming school dance. The amount is just enough to fend off immediate foreclosure. But this means Andrea, Tilly, and Andrea's quirky friend who stuck by her through thick and thin for comic relief, have to slave in front of the ovens to make it work. It's panic. But they finish just in time.

Then shock sets in. In all the hassle of work, they completely forgot to get Tilly a nice dress for the school dance. Andrea storms out for some last-last minute shopping, but finds all the shops are closed.

She meets a bearded man who notices her stressful demeanor, and she confides in him immediately, as one tends to do with bearded strangers. The man is named Kris. And he gives her a speech about forgiveness, never giving up, love. Basically, finding the Christmas spirit in oneself. Herein he uses peculiarly precise details about Andrea's childhood.

And though Andrea does not put two and two together, her trip down memory lane does make her remember how they'd celebrate Christmas at the Eddington's. They'd all dress up nicely and dance and do the merry making. She remembers her dress. That dress! It must still be somewhere in the attic.

Andrea storms home, thanking Kris mid-run. She finds the dress. It is, of course, the most beautiful, -modern- timeless dress you've ever seen. All she needs to do is remove the white frilling. Tilly will look enchanting. And so will she, because her mother's dress catches her eye, mostly because it uncannily hangs in plain sight, with, for some reason, an angelic blue sheen.

They go to the dance. And Tilly sets the room alight, undoubtedly she will be crowned the dance's queen, or whatever is custom. She sure is having a lot of fun. Andrea is wallflowering, but it's never a dull moment for her, as people keep coming by complimenting the scrumptious taste of her spotted dick. Tastier than ever! People say. Andrea feels proud, and sparkles with delight. Feeling the Christmas spirit, as 'tis the season of giving.

Then she sees him. Sydney Oyero. Or, as she calls him, Satan O-bleh-o. And she wonders what the lout is doing here. Ogling her with that big dumb smile. When he tries to approach her, she swiftly snubs him away. He can barely utter his apologies. Andrea does not want to hear them.

Whilst she is still blowing off steam, someone nudges her. She looks to the side and sees an elderly woman with bright white curly hair. Her smile is soothingly kind, instantly calming Andrea. The woman speaks softly:

"Such a dashing young man, you must feel so lucky."

Andrea explains that dashing man is the devil himself. She rants on, but halfway the elderly woman interrupts her. She gives Andrea an inspiring speech about second chances, love, dumb men, like her own husband, Kris, and all in all about finding her Christmas spirit. Andrea does not take the bait. She says she has never ever met a man so egotistically heartless. Which shapes a puzzled surprise on the elderly woman's face. She asks Andrea who she thinks ordered all that delicious spotted dick for the school's dance. And Andrea gasps.

Now, she feels guilty. Somewhat guilty. But at least enough to grab a platter with a slice of spotted dick, and custard, to bring Sydney as a peace offering. They talk for a while, Sydney apologizes, and Andrea apologizes, and they shuffle their feet awkwardly. Until Tilly catches her attention. Sydney gets the chance to say what a clever, insightful, thoughtful girl she has brought up, and theorizes she must have the best mother of all time. This makes Andrea smile, she swoons over her daughter. Then, as they scoot over closer to each other, definitely having made peace, Andrea laughs and tells Sydney he should try her spotted dick, and eat! She picks up the fork, and brings a custard dripping piece to his mouth.

Sydney's eyes light up. It is scrumptious, moist, sweet, delightful, and... crunchy? By Jove, it cannot be. 

“There's Oyero's in it!”, he exclaims. 

Andrea cannot believe him, she never put them there. She grabs a forkful and tries. Heaven dances across her tongue, surely, this was the best spotted dick she had ever tried. As if there always was one missing link in the treat, and though she is incredibly confused, she realizes this variant was a metaphor for her life. Sometimes you need to mix apparently conflicting ingredients to make heaven. Euphorically, automatically, she kisses Sydney. First, a peck, yet then he dips her for a long kiss.

“This will save Eddington!”, Sydney says. We will make a special edition Eddington Oyero and take the world by storm. Andrea flings around his neck. They’re basically married already.

A fifties song comes on. And the two go dancing center stage. Whistled at and cheered on by Tilly. It is the perfect night. When the song ends, Andrea asks Sydney who'd ever could have put the Oyero bits in her spotted dick. They both do not know. But Tilly looks at the couple, just about to leave the building. A bearded man, now in full Santa gear, and Mrs. Claus. To whom she mouths the words: thank you. Her Christmas wish, fulfilled. The bearded man winks. And she winks back. 

And as Kris Kringle and Mrs. Claus fly away over the scenic town of Watchamaloo, the people at the dance all run outside to form a flash mob choir. They sing, in perfect unison, Gloria in excelsis Deo.

"God bless us, every one!”, said Tilly.

THE END

#christmas #christmas tale #totally not generic #no cliches here #good grief #goodest of grief #It's a great script isn't it #all bases covered #I could have add a couple of more cliches #but then i'd really be writing #this is all written on the fly hahahaha

[loverllyhurtswithoutyou]

SFW ALPHABET HEAD CANON

Andreas Sarah Gallagher

OC from Heart and Isles

Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction

A/N: Hello there! To anyone reading this, know that this is the first time I've worked on an Alphabet SFW, so please be kind. So, this is about Andreas —Andy — Gallagher, the main character of a Rizzoli and Isles fanfiction I'm working on. Note that the story’s title may change. Feel free to share your thoughts about Andy :)

A is for Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?

Andy likes to keep her privacy. It means that no matter how close she wants to be to Maura, she will keep a minimum distance in all public places in order to protect their private lives. However, around loved ones and friends — such as her best friend or Jane’s family — Andy almost always has some kind of physical contact with Maura, whether it’s a hand on her thigh, the small of her back, or her hand. I think her main way of expressing her affection is through touch, although sometimes she will choose to simply offer Maura a little something, help her out with something or simply make time for her.

B is for Best friend: What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?

As a best friend, Andy is always willing to drop everything just to be there. She knows the importance of a healthy friendship and takes her role very seriously. Therefore, although her work is extremely demanding, she will always make sure to have time for her loved ones. Her friendship with Pierce began years ago when they both trained to be firefighters. Over time, they’ve become somewhat like siblings, and hardly ever do you see one without the other. All of her relationships spring more or less from her work environment, i.e. her best friend or Maura.

C is for Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Andy actually loves to cuddle. Behind her tough-girl mask, she’s in fact a person with a very big heart who’s tired of having to settle for her best friend’s hugs. She loves the way Maura snuggles up to her on the couch after a long day or the way their bodies mingle during the night. Sometimes, she’s the one who needs to be cuddled. In these cases, she finds comfort against Maura’s body, her arms around her waist, her head in the hollow of her neck.

D if for Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?

Had life not decided otherwise, Andy would have settled down for good. Before the accident, she had what she had always wanted, the job of her dreams, a home, and a fiancée. She no longer knows if she’s ready to repeat this journey. Still, maybe Maura will be able to change her mind. Andy’s pretty good at keeping things neat and tidy. Her motto is — minimalism, — she travels light. Everything that doesn’t belong in her apartment is removed.

E is for Ending: If they had to break up with their s/o, how would they do it? Why would they do it?

Andy hasn’t been involved with anyone for a while since the accident. Whenever she has to end her so-called flings, she sticks to clear and direct words. One might argue she’s deadly cold, but that’s only because she doesn’t want to get attached. If she has to break up with someone she really likes and has been with for a while, it’s more complicated. She relies on her best friend’s advice, seeking to put some distance between herself and her S/O, before confronting the person, eyes filled with tears and hands shaking. I believe the main reason she would do it is fear. She’s not willing to relive the pain of the past and therefore deprives herself of happiness. But then again, there are several other factors that might lead her to end a relationship.

F is for Fiancé(e): How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?

Andy has known this feeling of commitment before. She’s been there. Until Maura, it wasn’t even something she considered possible — at least not anymore. She needs time — lots of time — to admit that maybe, she has thought about it. A part of her wants to give it a try, if she had to choose who to spend her life with, it would be Maura, inevitably.

G is for Gentle: How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?

Rare are the ones who are familiar with the softest side of her. Both physically and emotionally, Andy guards this part of herself and only shares it with those closest to her. Pierce was the first to break through her shell. Though his son also benefits from such attention, Maura’s the one enjoying it the most. Andy always makes sure to take care of the doctor — whatever she needs, the firefighter provides.

H is for Hugs: Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?

She doesn’t like hugging everyone, instead preferring a good handshake — especially with strangers or those she barely knows. Now, when it comes to Pierce, they tend not to hug very often — only when one of them feels the need to. With Maura, it’s different. She likes to hug her when she’s making herself tea, wrapping her arms around her waist and resting her chin on the doctor’s shoulder. She loves the way their bodies collide together after one of them’s life has been put on the line. When they’re together, they often happily bury themselves in each other’s arms.

I is for "I love you": How do they say the L-word? When do they say the L-word?

She thinks about it for a while, not daring to take a step and not even knowing how. One morning it just slips out of her mouth. Looking for her pager, she disturbs Maura who’s getting ready in the bathroom, planting a quick kiss on her lips as the device begins to ring in her hand. Not until she reaches the station will she realize what she said.

J is for Jealousy: How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?

Andy was never really the jealous type. Still, she has her moments. Being in a relationship with a very well-known woman such as Maura has its inconveniences. It’s not uncommon for the doctor to be flirted with — right and left — by men and women. Her insecurities grow when she feels an emotional connection is present between the person and Maura.

K is for Kisses: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?

Andy is what you might call a kiss stealer. One long kiss just makes her crave for more — she often pecks Maura’s lips over and over again, eager for more. She’s a rather good kisser, always soft, gentle and sensual. Kissing her loved ones on their forehead or temple is her thing. She loves the way Maura kisses her knuckles whenever she’s comforting her.

L is for Little ones: How are they around children?

After the accident, Andy promised herself she’d stick to being the cool aunt. With Eden, it’s easy. She has known him since he was born, taught him the basics of her favorites sports and showed him around the firehouse. It’s also a child she can give back to his father as soon as she gets tired. Andy loves kids, she just doesn’t always know how to deal with them.

M is for Morning: How are mornings spent with them?

Mornings can be tough as a firefighter. They often mean the end of a 24-hour shift and with so little sleep, it’s with half-closed eyes that Andy finds the comfort of her bed. No matter how long she’s been doing this job, she’s still moody on those kinds of mornings. Andy enjoys following her regular routine before each 24-hour shift. That means waking up at the crack of dawn to go for a run, taking a cold shower and feeding herself a protein smoothy. Anything goes wrong — her whole day will be awfully dreadful. She loves Sundays and off days. Then she has time to be lazy, sleeping in and cuddling with Maura.

N is for Night: How are nights spent with them?

Andy knows that her schedule doesn't always match up with Maura's. Every chance she gets, she takes the opportunity to spend time with her or their loved ones. The Dirty Robber becomes over time their safe place — date nights, nights out with friends or parties. When both have the opportunity to be home at night, evenings include the two of them curled up on the couch, glasses of wine in hand, files or books in view. They both need a break and know how to remind each other of that.

O is for Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?

Andy has a LOT to explain. But I feel like Maura does too. They both had complicated childhoods and experienced their quota of traumas in adult life. Andy won’t talk about it —whether it’s about her childhood, her former life or her work related traumas— she won’t say anything, not if the subject doesn’t come up. But when it does though, she’s brutally honest, trying to hide her emotions with a joke or two and a half-hearted smile.

P is for Patience - how easily angered are they?

Andy is pretty patient. She was born to be a leader, she knows when and how to lead her people. It's unusual for her to lose her temper. Due to her childhood, she knows how to handle difficult situations and wait for the right moment. However, she has absolutely no patience when it comes to people hurting her loved ones. Anyone who dares to mess with Maura or any member of Andy’s family will have to face the consequences.

Q is for Quizzes: How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing? Or do they kind of forget everything?

Andy is the kind of person who remembers everything. She’s good at memorizing details about her loved ones, especially Maura. She spent hours studying the doctor's face and how each emotion affects it. Her hands have been over the curves of Maura’s body so many times that Andy would be willing to retrace them blindfolded. While she occasionally forgets things that have been said to her, Andy tends to swallow every word that comes out of Maura’s mouth, so she rarely forgets anything.

R is for Remember: What is their favorite moment in your relationship?

Andy’s favorite moment in her relationship with Maura is their first kiss. The way they both gave in to the urge without worrying about the following day. The firefighter hadn't craved a woman's kiss as much as she did at that moment since losing her ex-fiancé.

S is for Security: How (over)protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?

Andy will never stop fighting to protect her loved ones. In fact, it’s part of her job. If you imagine that Andy would run into a burning building or throw herself in front of a bullet to save Maura, well, you are right. If she has the opportunity to save the woman she loves this time, then she will not hesitate.

T is for Try: How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?

Andy’s a busy woman. Saving Boston citizens and putting out fires is no easy task, but that doesn’t mean she won’t take the time to spend quality time with Maura. She does her best every day to prove to the doctor that her heart still belongs to her — visit her at work with her favorite treat, buy her favorite flowers/plants on her way home, or even throw surprise parties for her birthday/some other success in her career.

U is for Ugly: What would be some bad habits of theirs?

Andy tends to click her pen repeatedly. She also has a bad habit of biting her lips and playing with her keys when she is nervous.

V is for Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Andy isn’t too concerned about her looks, but she has a healthy lifestyle and knows how to make an effort when necessary. On a daily basis, she switches between uniforms, sportswear, and casual wear. She doesn’t try to look good but still does. It’s a ‘natural thing’ as Dimitri loves to put it.

W is for Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

Andy is a person in her own right. She learned long ago that she doesn’t need anyone to survive. Sure, the absence will create a feeling of incompleteness, but it is nothing compared to what she has already experienced. However, she believes that to live to the fullest, she needs all the pieces of her puzzle.

X is for Xtra: (A) Random headcanon(s) for them

Andy grew up playing many different sports. She loves keeping up with soccer, hockey, and baseball games, whether it’s on TV or the radio. The best thing according to her remains to experience the game live. She’ll end up dragging Maura to a soccer game, even if it means spending half of it explaining the rules to her.

Y is for Yuck: What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner

Some sort of violence, whether psychological or physical.

Z is for Zzz: what are some sleep habits of theirs?

Recall three positive moments of the day, as advised by the station’s psychologist.

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

First eROSITA sky-survey data release makes public the largest ever catalog of high-energy cosmic sources

The German eROSITA consortium has released the data for its share of the first all-sky survey by the soft X-ray imaging telescope flying aboard the Spectrum-RG (SRG) satellite. With about 900,000 distinct sources, the first eROSITA All-Sky Survey (eRASS1) has yielded the largest X-ray catalog ever published. The work is published in the journal Astronomy & Astrophysics.

https://383dea74f7fdfc4e23fb44ed7504006e.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-40/html/container.html Along with the data, the consortium released a series of scientific papers describing new results ranging from studies of the habitability of planets to the discovery of the largest cosmic structures.

Based on just the first six months of observations, eROSITA has already detected more sources than had previously been known in the 60-year history of X-ray astronomy. Now available to the worldwide science community, the data will revolutionize our knowledge of the universe at high energies.

The eRASS1 observations with the eROSITA telescope were carried out from 12 December 2019 to 11 June 2020. In the most sensitive energy range of the eROSITA detectors (0.2-2 keV), the telescope detected 170 million X-ray photons, for which the cameras can accurately measure the incoming energy and arrival time.

The catalog was then constructed—after careful processing and calibration—by detecting concentrations of photons in the sky against a bright, large-scale, diffuse background. After eRASS1, eROSITA has continued scanning the sky and accumulated several additional all-sky surveys. Those data will also be released to the world in the coming years.

The eRASS1 catalog covers half the X-ray sky, the data share of the German eROSITA consortium. It consists of more than 900,000 sources, including some 710,000 supermassive black holes in distant galaxies (active galactic nuclei), 180,000 X-ray-emitting stars in our own Milky Way, and 12,000 clusters of galaxies, plus a small number of other exotic classes of sources like X-ray-emitting binary stars, supernova remnants, pulsars, and other objects.

"These are mind-blowing numbers for X-ray astronomy," says Andrea Merloni, eROSITA principal investigator and first author of the eROSITA catalogue paper. "We've detected more sources in six months than the big flagship missions XMM-Newton and Chandra have done in nearly 25 years of operation."

Coordinated with the release, the German eROSITA Consortium has submitted almost 50 new scientific publications to journals, adding to the more than 200 that have already been published by the team before the data release.

Most of the new papers appear with selected discoveries including a giant filament of pristine warm-hot gas extending between two galaxies and two new "Quasi-Periodically Erupting" black holes. Further studies of how X-ray irradiation from a star may affect the atmosphere and water retention of orbiting planets, and statistical analysis of flickering supermassive black holes.

"The scientific breadth and impact of the survey is quite overwhelming; it's hard to put into a few words," says Mara Salvato, who as spokesperson for the German eROSITA consortium co-ordinates the efforts of about 250 scientists organized into 12 working groups. "But the papers published by the team will speak for themselves."

This first eRASS data release (DR1) makes public not only the source catalog, but images of the X-ray sky at multiple X-ray energies and even lists of the individual photons with their sky positions, energies and precise arrival times.

The software needed to analyze the eROSITA data is also included in the release. For many source classes, supplementary data from other wavebands has also been incorporated into so-called "value-added" catalogs that go beyond pure X-ray information.

"We've made a huge effort to release high-quality data and software," added Miriam Ramos-Ceja, who leads the eROSITA Operations team. "We hope this will broaden the base of scientists worldwide working with high-energy data and help push the frontiers of X-ray astronomy."

"The eROSITA collaboration has done an outstanding job with the data release and at the same time publishing all of these amazing new results," says Kirpal Nandra, Director at MPE. "There's a lot more to come from us, and we're looking forward to seeing what the rest of the world will do with the public data."

Keen eROSITA-watchers may know that the driving scientific objective that motivated the telescope was to constrain cosmological models using clusters of galaxies. The cosmology results, based on an in-depth analysis of the eRASS1 clusters, will be released in approximately two weeks.

TOP IMAGE....This image shows half of the X-ray sky projected onto a circle (so-called Zenit Equal Area projection) with the center of the Milky Way on the left and the galactic plane running horizontally. Photons have been color-coded according to their energy (red for energies 0.3–0.6 keV, green for 0.6–1 keV, blue for 1–2.3 keV). Credit: MPE, J. Sanders for the eROSITA consortium

LOWER IMAGE....In these two images, a special image processing algorithm is used to separate extended features (left) from point sources (right). Credit: MPE, J. Sanders for the eROSITA consortium

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #astrophysics

[lindsaywesker]

Good morning! I hope you slept well and feel rested? Currently sitting in my study, attired only in my blue towelling robe, enjoying my first cuppa of the day.

Welcome to the working week although, for those of you working in the NHS, welcome to just another day.

The Mighty Josiah arrived on Friday and we made a quick video. On Saturday morning, I woke up at 5.45, he was awake, so we went downstairs and waited for the dawn. While he ate waffles and Nutella, and played some madness on his tablet, I snatched a few extra hours of sleep.

Saturday afternoon was big fun! Thank you to everyone that listened to the radio show. If you appreciate good musicianship, you will enjoy Slave and Gil Scott-Heron. Hellen Andrea Stavrou did a superb job! If you missed it, it’s available on MixCloud (yay!) Next week, The Letter S (Pt. 2). Executive producer: Eliza Meilan.

While the family went out to see the new Marvel film at the cinema, I was fairly certain I could find something good on Netflix and I found the fabulous Nicholas Cage/Pedro Pascal/Tiffany Haddish movie, ‘The Unbearable Weight Of Massive Talent’. Cage plays HIMSELF in a ‘comedy action thriller’! I kid you not. Well worth your time.

While making scrambled eggs for brunch yesterday, I added some coarse black pepper, and I heard it mumble the C word under its breath! “Charming!” I thought.

No wonder Sean Combs settled one day after Cassie sued him; he didn’t want his private life getting scrutinized. Too late! My timeline is now full of VERY unsavoury stories about Mr. Combs. If you want to do some digging yourself, check out the mysterious death of music industry executive Shakir Stewart!

The Trouble is organising a Christmas Fayre at the bottom of our road, in order to sell her jewellery, and so that other local craftsmen and women can sell their wares. She’s now looking for vendors to make the fayre as varied and interesting as possible. I have suggested that I do a kissing booth. Price per pitch is £35. I figure, if I charge £5.00 per kiss, I only need seven customers and I can cover my costs!

Have a marvellous and momentous Monday. I love you all.

#mixcloud #mi soul #dj #music #new blog #lockdown #coronavirus #books #weekend #democracy