Honestly, we've gone from 'should it have been a red or a vsc' discourse to people falling over themselves to defend race control by claiming it's fine because at least they put out yellows.
If you think that was enough, good for you, enjoy your next driver funeral, I'm sorry that their immediate safety might disrupt the flow of your precious race. I still don't think it was enough, and no amount of patronising additions to my post accusing me of not knowing what I'm talking about, or being over emotional, or my favourite one... 'being a new fan who got a bit of a shock' is going to change that.
A car, on the racing line, with a driver needing extraction assistance and a medical car, should be straight red on sight, no questions asked, no second thought, in order to relay the severity of the on track obstruction and I think race control handled it terribly.
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let me drop some drama on y’all — in the last year + 7 days, I:
reconnected with multiple friends from high school at a wedding I legally officiated for two old friends
realized in hindsight that I had liked one of our classmates when we were in school, who had attended the wedding and was now recently divorced
started talking to him very often and, by proxy, the husband I officiated the wedding for
started an on-off flirtation with the divorced friend — [clarification: HE started it, but I was very receptive when I realized what he was doing, it just took me a while]
became the “dump my mental health problems” friend for the husband^ who I’ve said is like a baby brother to me for *checks calendar* 12+ years
was accused by my friend’s wife AND the friend that I was flirting with that I was having an affair with the husband or at least harboring romantic feelings for him
she also accused me of behaving like her abusive mother, when I told her she was out of line for even thinking I would have an affair with (1) her husband (2) who I kept saying was like a baby brother to me
held an intervention for the husband about his ragingly out of control anxiety, where he proceeded to, like, beat the windows of the car and yell and be violent [not at me but around me and I was very triggered and scared] — after which he said he couldn’t trust me anymore because I was projecting my anxiety onto him, and he was fine
fell into an episode of psychosis because I was surrounded by people who didn’t trust me for reasons they’d all made up in their heads, and were all mad at me for ❤️
[while in psychosis] dealt with the guy I was flirting with talking about wanting to sleep with his coworker, and being very on/off + hot/cold with me — which I wrote off as post-divorce emotional problems I just needed to be patient through lmao
[while in psychosis] dealt with the husband’s mental breakdown about never wanting to get married in the first place, dragging my family and the family of the guy I was flirting with into the mess — we got the husband pink slipped and I stopped talking to him and his wife
was told by the friend that had been flirting with me that he’d been leading me on, as he proceeded to ditch me for another friend that I helped him reconnect with — but promised me that we were besties and nothing would change!! (how kind. also? he broke that promise immediately and called me difficult)
dealt with his new girlfriend lying to me about them not being together, because no!! hoes before bros, Alex, I would never date someone who hurt my friend!! but also you need to be personally accountable for feeling hurt!!
there’s more in the way they’ve both treated me since he decided he was done with me, but my therapist and I are still parsing through it
turns out I probably don’t need to be taking Ativan twice a day and sleeping after work + all night bc of the high dosage, I just needed to start cutting out bad friends! my anxiety has never been more managed now that I’ve decided to listen to every other friend that’s told me these ones were all no good for me! I do need the anti-psychotics, though. I heard voices for 2 months and it was NOT a good time.
I didn’t have this much drama in my life ten years ago when we were actual children — the next time I start posting about liking a man, someone remind me that it brings me absolute misery. None of this would have happened if I hadn’t wanted to hop on his dick 🙄🙄🙄
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Found an older snippet I'd written back in 2018 or so, also set in my personal fan-continuity with Jazz and Alexis. Though some of the ideas and details have changed since this was written, I still think the overall vibe of it holds up, so figured I'd post it. And this one has music!
Takes place after a big peace meeting between the Autobots and Decepticons goes horribly, horribly wrong.
A Drive In Silence And Darkness
It was dark up in the mountains, with a moonless night sky and oppressive clouds hanging low overhead. Were it not for the reflective panels lining the road, and the rocky slopes visible on either side, Alexis could almost imagine they were driving through an empty void. As it was, even with the brights on, the view outside was almost entirely pitch black.
It was a fitting reflection of the sober mood inside, at least. Thoughts heavy with worry, Alexis couldn’t bring herself to speak, and Jazz was equally silent at first. They’d been driving like this for an hour or so now, yet aside from the road itself, there were no signs of civilization. “You holdin’ up alright, 'Lexis?” He finally asked, though for once it was unaccompanied by the cartoonish representation of his face that usually appeared on the console screen.
“I… think I’m okay, physically at least,” she answered, glancing down to make sure no sudden wounds would appear to prove her wrong. “But emotionally, I’ve… definitely been better.”
“You can talk to me anytime,” Jazz gently reminded.
Alexis took a moment to get her thoughts in order before speaking again. The red glow of the dashboard reminded her of the strange Decepticon who had appeared, and the chaos that had followed. “I still don’t understand what exactly happened back there. It was just… scary.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know any more than you do,” Jazz admitted. “But I think the ground bridge got taken out right as we were takin’ our leave.”
“Of course it would have,” Alexis muttered wearily. “So yeah, after all that, I’m worried. About us, lost in the middle of nowhere, probably without the ground bridge to take us back. About my parents, because they just had to pick now to come back home for a change, right when all this started up. About the other Autobots, if they’re doing okay after that whole… mess. About the Decepticons and whatever they may be planning now. And…” She crossed her arms, looking out the window at the dark mountainside racing past, invisible even at a mere meter away. “And I’m worried about you, Jazz. You’re acting different somehow; I’ve never seen you this serious. Are you okay?”
Jazz sighed, the sound filling his interior, before falling silent again. Alexis suddenly became aware of the noise of the road, subtly changing pitch in time with the speedometer’s needle as Jazz slowed down, just by the slightest of amounts. “I’m just tired,” he finally confessed, voice quiet. “I’m tired of hoping. Tired of thinkin’ we may just be on the track to doing a little better… Only to be proven wrong over and over and over and over. I’m tired of this war, ‘Lexis. Tired of fighting, and tired of bein’ afraid that when the day finally comes, when the war ends for real and we can all put down the guns… I may not know how to stop.” He paused for a moment, taking on a bitter tone. “Nobody else seems to remember, that’s for sure.”
Alexis nodded quietly, thinking for several long moments. “I… I think if anyone can, it would be you. I’ve seen you; you still know how to laugh, and build, and have fun, and blast music waaay too loud.” She chuckled. "You can appreciate the little things in life, more than I do at least. The likes of Prowl and Grimlock may not know how to do that anymore… But you taught me this stuff; I think you could be the one to remind them, too."
Outside, Jazz smoothly rounded a sudden hairpin turn, crossing the line and again to do so; Alexis barely felt the shift in direction. “…Thank you. I think I needed that.” he finally responded, and a simple smiley face popped up on the console; despite herself, Alexis grinned back. “And don’t you worry; we’ll get back home safe and sound, one way or another. Trust me, and I promise I’ll find that way!”
The silence that followed was different, more comforting and companionable now. Grinning contentedly, Alexis leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to get some sleep. Despite her lingering fears and Jazz’s troubled words, deep down she had a feeling that somehow or another, everything would turn out just fine.
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