#you know he was thinking about ’what if i didnt leave alpine’ !! you just know it

[thepavementsings]

Sorry this is insane under the cut. Literally written for an audience of one (me) but i could not stop thinking about it.

i know what you're all thinking. you saw this photo and you also thought: pierresteban m-preg, didnt you? naturally.

Because obviously Pierre and Esteban have been fucking throughout the season. A dry hand job in the sim hallway closet is better than their PR meetings after another double DNF, right?

But then one weekend Pierre is out on lap 2 with an engine failure and Esteban gets a P4 and Pierre, loses it a bit. And Esteban hates losing to Pierre just as much as Pierre hates losing to Esteban, but Pierre is running the engineers down about engine mapping and understeer and... Esteban's slow pitstop costing them a podium? Like it was Pierre's to lose. And look. Esteban can fight his own battles.

So it's a tense walk out of the paddock. Pierre wont even look at Esteban as he shoves his bags into an awaiting car, his coach clearly receiving a getaway text halfway through the meeting. Esteban leaves for the summer break feeling unsteady.

It's halfway through the summer break when Pierre drags Charles to his appointment with him. He's happier today, genuinely laughing at Charles' gossip for the first time since Pierre told him. He's keeping it. The baby. There are a million questions, first of which is: how are you going to tell the team? Which really means, how are you going to tell him?

But Pierre is happier today. He is squirming around when the doctor spreads the gel over his stomach and laughing as he tries to shove the phone out of Charles hands, yelling something about no paparazzi in a doctors office calamar!

Charles thinks he will be glad eventually. To have photos of it all.

Esteban is trying not to stare. He thinks he can't really be blamed for it, what with Pierre practically waddling around with a scanner in hand, picking out seemingly the most expensive version of every bottle, crib and stroller in the store.

It had been hard at first. When Alpine had sat him down to tell him that Jack would be finishing out the season as his teammate. When Pierre had decided for him, for them, that he could do it on his own. Esteban missed the whole second trimester because of it. Fighting him to prove that it could be both of them this time. Needed to be both of them.

So he's not quite used to it yet. But when Pierre holds up two identical looking car seats and looks at Esteban expectantly, smirking when Esteban manages to choose the right one, he thinks he will be one day.

He thinks Pierre must be joking, when he comes into Esteban's bedroom with Amélie in one arm and the travel bag in the other. He's pulling the trophy off of Esteban's mantle before Esteban can even protest though, echoes of trust me! I saw it on instagram, you just have to see the vision! floating behind him from the hallway.

He's not entirely convinced this isn't some sort of child neglect. But he has to admit that she fits perfectly, wrapped up in her blanket inside the trophy. Esteban spent the majority of the car ride to the photographer's studio cleaning the possible remnants of champagne out with baby wipes, just in case. Mine and yours. Pierre has said it so quickly Esteban thought he had misheard him, eyes straight on the road ahead of him.

Pierre had been on the pitwall that day, 8 months pregnant and insistent that his babymoon be trackside. Beside him now, he is fussing with the buttons of his shirt, still stretching slightly around his belly. Esteban takes the hem in his hands, dragging his hands up to meet Pierre's and pushing the button carefully through the hole. Pierre smiled at him, opening his mouth to speak before a babble from across the room draws his attention away.

Ours, Esteban thinks to himself, following him.

#sorry i... do not know what this is #mpreg #i guess for the blacklists? in case? #literally saw that photo and was like: what if they were holding their baby in that SORRY i know. i know #i just think theyre both insane enough to do this with their trophies. #its not still a competition. but isnt it? #not friends not lovers but a secret third thing: teammates #but this time in creating life SORRY literally sorry #pierresteban lore

[lolexjpg]

dts s2 e8-10

ep8: -this is cool to watch with the context of nico back in f1 today -theres just something so funny about when drivers get told something they dont wanna hear over the radio and its just dead silence. theyre real for that tho -nico/cyril jet "therapy" conversation is so iconic TO ME -i now know how alain prost is yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy -i think both of daniel's one year teammate tenures (nico & estie) are both sooooooooo interesting. ship wise fascinating. underrated as hell. -neurodivergent daniel propoganda "nico huuuuuulkenburg" is 100% a vocal stim -ESTIE my beloved. the original Toto Wolff's Special Lil Guy™ -no its so nice to see him in this gap where it was all up in the air knowing how much he's cemented his place in formula 1 now. (like i KNOW that alpine is a shitshow rn but he could easily find another seat. even if not he's made his mark :) -this makes me excited to see nico in the new season. he makes pretty good tv and it'll be cool to see how much of that has changed with age! -another narratively well done episode. nico's only episode and a wonderful one. i also noticed the music a lot, i think they way they used music to build tension was rly cool and not something i've noticed in general. really really good episode

ep9: -"george, i think, is a one-in-a-million driver" claire i LOVE U. ur brain is so big and correct -hes such a BABY here -i really really need a return of a williams focused episode next season. badly -claire you are so strong and brave for surviving this shitshow i dont know how yall did it -i wish this episode was put earlier in the season, i dont know why they didnt? since it focuses a lot on preseason/testing drama why is it episode 9? i know its never perfectly chronological but they couldve at least tried

ep10: -the pierre v alex narrative is so silly when clearly red bull sees them as disposable. like babes neither of you are EVER gonna be enough because youre not max :/ like 2 women fighting to be the favorite mistress of a man who will NEVER leave his wife!!!!! -"if [mclaren] continue this trend, they could be competing with the likes of red bull, possibly ferrari and mercedes for podiums" i just love a good quote that ages well. thank you will buxton -this sebchal crash is SO canada 2010 sebmark coded TO ME -the dread that filled my body when i realized. oh this is the lewis stops alex from getting a podium episode. pain incoming -seeing how happy pierre is abt the podium is So Nice knowing whats coming!!! (monza 2020) he deserves everything -while i dont particularly like carlos i think this first podium story/celebration is so cool and i'm so glad netflix were there to immortalize it -oh my god the "what about everyone else?" placard cracks me up every time aldkjfslkdfjalksdjflksfjd -pre teammate dando crumbs make me INSANE wuv them -"i think they ignored me the whole year, so [Netflix] can fuck off." Dany is barely in drive to survive ever BUT WHEN HE IS he serves cunt 😘 -lewis almost being eaten by an automatic door is an ICONIC dts moment it makes me INSANE every time i watch its so fucking funny -talkin abt how 2020 silly season is gonna be crazy bc most drivers are out of contract; thinkin abt how this year is gonna be the same 😬 -long hair lance my beloved

and thats a wrap!!! on to season 3!! (i'm 3 episode behind 😬)

#dtsrewatch #she speaks #and NOW i'm gonna get started of gifs

[loving-ricciardo]

Daniel, I know there is a 1% chance of you even knowing what tumblr is but I hope you know that your fans are here for you always and we won’t forget all of your achievements like ever!! And we all still believe in you!! Two and half season to go!! You will get there!! We know you will! I’m sending you all of the best vibes and a big hug 💛💛💛 also today was not your fault! Like at all… you did amazing and im sorry for how it turned out.

#I don’t really let the sport get to me that much but seeing Daniel just sitting on his barely there tire looking completely fucked over hurt #you know he was thinking about ’what if i didnt leave alpine’ !! you just know it #like ffs thats just sad #daniel ricciardo

[peterrparrkerr]

Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

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Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #sim!tony #my writing #ao3 #human puppy #starker #winterironspider

[callumilott-archive]

Adding on to the RSA/Alpine Academy discussion -

Isn’t Victor Martin’s French? Like he was in the academy in 2019 but was dropped for not performing to there standards that year in Eurocup (mind you he was second in the championship to Oscar, and we know how good he is winning F3 as a rookie and all). And then went and won the championship in 2020 and since a prize for winning that is a spot in the academy, he is now back in. Like he’s French AND doing pretty good, why drop him so quick and then look like idiots having to resign him a year later.

It’s like they are trying to be cut throat like RB juniors but failing at it. I question if the guy running it has a clue what he is doing half the time. I also agree with you, why on earth have they not tried harder to sign Theo?!?

They have serious talent there but are expecting to much (?) or not managing it correctly.... Personally (I’m assuming there is $$$ involved here) but I don’t see why they are putting so much into Zhou. I see Christian and Oscar being better drivers, and they are going to have a real issue finding seats for them at the right time. It’s a whole mess and a half there!

Also re Ocon - he was with Lotus as a junior before they disbanded and then moved to Mercedes and became managed by Toto. He is no longer a Merc junior (as he is driving with Renault) but is still managed by Toto.

I look at RB juniors and feel sorry for them, but at least there is some sort of flow there and they (low and behold) actually out their juniors into f1, Renault just keep signing others and wonder why the academy isn’t working...

renault academy is like a puppy with 10 toys all laid out in front of them and they keep running from toy to toy, getting distracted by a new shiny one every time. my metaphor would end with the puppy falling asleep, though i’d say the equivalent would be the whole academy just falling apart. as with many academies, they have talent, they have an eye for spotting talent. they just don’t want to invest in them. i get setting them goals but they’re people, kids, not programmed bots. i highly doubt max fewtrell set out his 2020 season with the aim of leaving his team halfway through because he was so unhappy there, only to get dropped by renault as well because he didnt sit up and give paw (staying in my metaphorical vibe) like they demanded.

as for zhou, i agree. i like him and i think he’s good when he has a good day and he’s had a lot of bad luck, but the comparison of him and anthoine (i know i say this a lot but what the fuck was that affiliate bullshit) just. has to be about money. i know money talks a lot in this sport and there are endless examples but this one especially shows. 

you got one driver with no titles, whose best result is a second place and after that, no higher than sixth. you got a french driver with a french f4 title and strong results. you sign the first, and set the other the goal of winning the championship before you agree to sign him. you then do not help him get a decent seat, landing a champion in a soapbox on wheels. it’s pretty obvious who’s who and yet one is about to go into his third season with a top running team. i just. do not understand. i understand it’s about money and i know titles aren’t everything but zhou really is the odd one out in that whole academy. 

they’re more fickle than red bull, i think that’s pretty safe to state at this point lmao they’ve held onto christian lundgaard for a long time and he keeps performing, but i think he’s more the exception than the rule, considering 95% of drivers do have bad seasons from time to time

then there’s also the issue of refusing to let them move up, thus piling them all up in one category eventually. it’s the fda syndrome where u got 5 drivers battling it out and seats for none (mick is an outlier and shall not be counted). oscar, zhou and christian are young enough to stay in f2 for a while longer and will most likely be joined by caio and victor next year or the year after. and then what? no seats, nowhere for them to go. then what is the POINT. anyway ksdjfkg

#hey @ renault drop ur location i just wanna talk #im just going into a rant about how much i do not understand renault #carlinmecrazy #.ask

[battlewhiskers]

★☆★Guild Wars 2 Asks!★☆★

REMAKING THIS FROM THE PAST Bold answers are updated! (Keep the original text, if you want)

Stole this from @toomanycharr :3€ 2016 :F

1. When did you start playing? December, 2015.

2. What was your first characters race/class (profession)? Charr, Warrior.. But he died by felling off a cliff in Ascalon.

I’m sorry, but he was too ugly to play with

3. How many characters do you have? Nathia Rawsphere (Me, Engineer), Ragnar Nordvik (Charr, Warrior), Amelia Nouctune (Charr, Theif), Samantha Nouctune (Charr, Mesmes), Elizabeth Stonehawk (Charr, Guardian) and Karl Eckerberg (Fleshbag/Human, Hunter) I have about 18 now?? Didnt count copies from EU to NA server. Also Elizabeth and Ragnar are gone :x

4. Whats your favourite race? FOR THE TAMINI.

Ok, Centaurs are still great but Skritts are babys ❤ ❤ But Orges are cool too !!

5. Whats your least favourite race? Kraits.

Ugh all the bleeding and PULLS. Im so sick of spiders immobilizing and pulls from PoF. But I dont hate all spiders, tiny ones are good

6. What do you prefer PvE or PVP? PvE.. but I have hate-love to PvP

What about WvW ? 8)

7. Have you spent IRL money on the gem shop? LODSAEMONEH

I HAVE SINNED, STILL DO.

8. Whats your favourite zone? None really, but I want to die in Caledon Forest.

I’ve gotten a better relation with Sylvari, its not that terrible anymore. But I still dont know which is my favorite zone

9. Whats your favourite city? Lion’s Arch

Still is! But Crystal Desert is also nice :3

10. Whats your favourite PVP map? Battle of Khylo and Temple of the Silent Storm

Give me Alpine or Desert Borderlands thx

11. Whats a piece of gear you always transmute because you love the look of it so much? All of it, trying to keep the same look..

Fashion is still VERY important!!

12. How many achievement points do you have? 1799

EU: 9551 NA: 1171

13. Is it okay to ask to RP with you? Sure!! I’d love to.. even if I’m not the best at it

Tbh I only had 1 RP between this posts, I did watch one recently tho!

14. Is your guild open to new members? Probably, my main guild is Corrupted Freaks

Corr was eaten up by Divined Knights of Baltazar (Looooool now with PoF) I left them shortly after.

CRC (Charr Roleplaying Community) is open for more members :3c

15. Have you ever been really angry at the game? why? Story mode.

Ugh WvW and Aetherblade JP

16. Do you enjoy jumping puzzles? Depends how much I plan to fall down.

Hurt me plenty

17. Whats your best guild wars experience? Running Ascalonian Catacombs with my warband, It were a hell but we had so much fun! … Also running fractals first time with Reesa were nice :3€

Taking time, and watching every cut-scene of the first/core story, I get to emotional and it feels just amazing

18. Do you have a favourite character from the lore? Elders? Only old I know and like is Almorra Soulkeeper :3€

Canach u spicy cactus also Marjory is wonderful

19. Is there a class you like the idea of but the gameplay doesn’t match up for you? I.. don’t know.

I just CANT play guardian now matter what i do >>

20. How far have you made it in SAB (Super Adventure Box) if you had the chance to play it? 3rd level, with a lot of help from Reesa, Swift and Toni

I dont remember, 2 world maybe?

21. Favourite weapon skin? I like the Pact Shotgun which I’m using right now.

Mists weapons and glittering!!

22. Do you have a legendary? Which one or ones? None :C

I have three pre-cursors: Dawn, Rodgort’s Flame and Storm! Also completed Bolt

23. Whats your favourite legendary? .. I don’t know any :D

I cant picckkkk

24. Is there a race you hate with a passion? Asuras..You angry little people. Sorry, not sorry.

I am sorry to every Asura I know and dont know, Quaggans you are the worst

25. What class do you hate to face in PVP? Theifs

Mesmers and Daredevils in WvW, Im so sick of everyone just run away so fast they get 75% health. >>

26. Are there any players you look up to? Reesa and Swift ♥

I dont look up to anyone any more because I grew some muscles myself lol

27. First memorable friend you made through guild wars? Though question.. but I think it were Swift

28. Do you play with sound on or off? On!

29. Do you stream GW2? If so where can I watch you? Nope, not planning to either.

30. Are you obsessed with in game fashion? …*cough*

❤ ❤ ❤ ❤

31. Do you have a favourite dye? Black Cherry is pretty but Wine and Midnight Purple ♥

So many i cant pick

32. Whats the best glider skin in your opinion? Not sure

Ironclad and Crystalline

33. Have you ever had to block someone? pvp-bank and a douchebag that thought it was OK to disrespect my gender identity instead of just leaving it be and shut up.

I can forgive but never forget

34. Weirdest map chat experience? None

Things I reblog from shitgw2playerssay :F

35. Do you have 100% map completion on any of your characters? Having 53% at most >~<

100% on my mesmer~

36. What type of player are you? Hardcore, Casual, Semi-hardcore, Barely online. Obsessed, you can find me from 5 am to 11 pm on weekends, from 5 pm to 10pm on other days. (GMT +1)

Still online every day, if you dont find me on EU check in NA ~

37. What are the top three tips you would give someone just starting to play? !! Save !! !! ALL !! !! Crafting material !!

SALVAGE EVERYTHING.

38. Best memory in guild wars? Finishing “My story”

Pride March omg so colourful and love  ❤

39. Do you stick to one character mostly or are you an altoholic? 90% playing as Nathia.

Uh, trying to stick with one character but i can switch :3

40. What bothers you the most about the game if anything? How far away the Charr helmet/masks can be from their face.

Still relevant ;p

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EDITS: Grammar/syntax Glossary Artzruni - Landed family of winemakers Rao-Galli - Fortified city to the north Qazo [kah-cho] - Literally "brave little one", Myras nickname for Kallisto Xyur [hee-oor] - Respectful address to an older sister Jan [jahn] - Literally "(my) soul" but roughly translates to "dear" Dzo - "Hey" Shirini [shir-ree-nee] - sweet, sugary, voluptious "Pomegranate Girl" - the romantic type Shift - under-dress garment Ath - creator god, sun god, represented by a gold dragon Zanebelli - goddess of natural beauty, alpine meadows, river valleys, and mountains I decided to go directly to the Artzruni estate. Eventually, Myra noticed me watching and her face flushed with embarrassment. Myranush walked towards me, bashfully holding one of her arms. I gave her a coy smile and a subtle wave; she’s so cute when she’s flustered like that. Leaving my horse, I began to walk out towards the farmhouse where I suspected she might atk scary hairy pussy free photos be. Actually, you seem like a natural. There were a few older women, but most of the local girls were spry and young. "Hi Qazo… sorry, you caught me at a bit of an awkward time. The ladies finished up their work and wiped most of the grape-guts off of their and legs and feet. " she gave me a peck on the cheek. I thoroughly enjoyed watching them work. Gosh it’s hot out here. " She was still as red as the juice that stained her usually milky calves. "It’s great to see you again Xyur-Jan. " We took our bowls into the shade of a nearby tree and sipped the delightfully cool beverage. Myra sidled her legs next to mine and sighed. I was amazed by the way they’ve constructed it over all those natural caves; we even went fishing in one of the lakes under the city. " I didnt mention Tara. Leaning on the side of the barn, I waited for the ladies to finish. "Did he give you anything? I must’ve worked up a bit of a sweat mashing those grapes. "There’s some watermelon juice over here. He gave me the most beautiful wool blanket, I’ve got it with me now. She probably didnt want to know. " She was giving me this coy look. I looked off towards the village girls chatting around the basin of macerating grapes. It wasn’t Donato’s present that I was really excited for. I’ve never been to the city before, so he showed me around a bit. Was your trip to Rao-Galli nice? My face flushed and I shifted uncomfortably, staring off into the distance. Myranush must’ve noticed me watching, she put a finger on my chest and whispered into my ear. "Oh Qazo, you know it’s impolite to stare…" Thank Ath we were so far from the group; in the shade here, we were all but a blur in the mid-day. There was one in particular that held my gaze. She wrapped her legs around mine and purred into my ear softly, "you know, any one of those girls would be happy to have someone as cute as you Qazo. I moaned softly free pics hairy pussy as she nibbled on my ear. The late summer air hung heavily around us, the shade of the tree keeping us comfortably cool. I could feel goosebumps on my neck; she was so brazen, touching me like this in front of everybody. You know how great the wool is from there. Nobody bothered us as they left. We rested here for a long while, silently enjoying the soft breeze in the boughs of the tree, the birds chirping in the vineyards. " She ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, squeezing me slightly. Myranush lay her head on my chest and we stayed there as the grape stomping party dispersed. " I can’t say that I didn’t have ulterior motives, but then again I might just be making it harder on myself. After all, she could get me worked up without even trying. She rested her hand on my thigh again and just smirked that knowing, wicked smile that told me I was hers. It was a deep relief to be in her arms again; the whole world just fell away around me until only the feeling of her chest rising and falling into mine remained. "Sure, that would be nice. I rest my head against the trunk of the tree and closed my eyes, sighing softly. " She smiled up at me sweetly. We ambled our way to the stream on their property. She stayed close to the shore and washed the stream over her smooth skin. She tip-toed her way out of the stream and walked over to me. " It was a bit surprising given how hot the day was. Myra lifted her shift and waded into the clear cool water. You know, for your birthday? I knelt by the river’s edge and splashed some of the crisp water onto my face. "Sure you didn’t just want to see me go for a swim? " I winked at her "Ugh, naughty Qazo. In the event you cherished this short article along with you wish to be given more information relating to porn hairy atk i implore you to visit our own webpage. " She flashed a grin with eyes so sultry and sweet. "What can I say, I’ve been on the road for some time, a nice bath would be wonderful, not to mention some homely comforts. I shifted and looked down at Myra, "would you like to take a walk down to the stream to wash off? " She just rolled her eyes at me. I smirked slightly, "too bad it’s so frigid, I would’ve loved to go for a swim. She walked over to me and I stood up. " "Hmm, that’s just one of the perks. You just want to watch your Xyur bathing, is that it? " "Well… They’re in season of course. The Artzruni have a pomegranate grove, don’t they? " I started away from the stream and she bounded ahead of me, her linen shift clinging to her wet thighs. " She cocked her head looking at me sideways, "As far as I know, say. My gaze followed her braid and she turned back towards me. Our eyes met and Myra gave me another challenging smirk. Probably delicious right now. She was right (it was downright icy), but it was so refreshing after my long journey. " I looked her up and down, biting my lip. She had caught me staring again. We had arrived just before their harvest, and the branches hung so heavy with the deliciously full red fruits. The orchard was another beautiful sight. The lush pomegranates were at their peak, blushing, and ripe for the taking. "C’mon, let take a walk. what are you getting at? With the light covering of grass and worked soil beneath, the seating was very comfortable indeed. I laid out the blanket and we plopped ourselves down in the sunshine. " Myranush commented as she traced the tip of her tongue behind her teeth I grinned and dropped the sack of fruit to her feet. I remarked at the softness and thick padded nature of the wool. "Take your pick Xyur-Jan. "Dzo…" I started to protest. Daintily nibbling at her first seed, "What is it Qazo? " She hummed, lightly batting her eyelashes. "Hmm… This is a great spot for a little snack. "I’m feeling a bit peckish myself…" It was true, I hadn’t eaten much today. Garnishing what we could from the orchard, we filled a spare burlap sack. I started at the pomegranate hungrily, tossing the membranes aside into the vineyard. She just returned with the most innocent, shirini expression. I finished my half and simply took in the display. "Now who’s the greedy one? " Myra teased as she continued steadily, only eating one or two seeds at a time. She giggled at my obvious enthrallment. I’d like to enjoy some more, but I think my dirty hands are sullying the flavor. Continuing a bit further we found a nice piece of soft earth between the rows of trellised vines. " She reached down into the bag and produced a smaller pomegranate. As she brought the arils into her mouth, she kissed her fingertips, licking them delicately to get every last drop of the garnet juice. Intrigued, she separated a seed in her fingers and gingerly placed it into my waiting mouth. "Such care and dedication you take in enjoying your treat," I smiled sweetly, coy, "but now you’re only whetting my appetite. "Come now Qazo," I could’ve sworn I saw her blush, "Lie down. I never get that much juice out of pomegranate! Would you be so kind as to offer me some of yours, your grace? I looked up at her face, sun to her back, stray hairs catching the light. " She lightly patted the blanket next to her. She cracked it open with her nails and passed the smaller half to me. She started on another pomegranate and plied me with the fruit. I turned around and lie back, and she moved behind me, taking my head in her lap. "Ay Jan, I spoil you so much…" she ruffled my hair as she started to feed us the remainder of her pomegranate. She tilted her head slightly and smiled down at me. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, I couldn’t imagine a more blissful moment with her. Something perhaps a bit more… filling. " I asked with a feigned concern, lightly brushing her arm with the back of my hand. She exhaled, her breath ragged, and put a hand on my chest. " I sighed again, "you take care of me so well… but are you sure you have had enough to eat? "Mmmm…" savoring the flavor, "My hands cannot compare to the delicate nature of yours, Xyur-Jan. Staring at them hiking up their skirts… and showing all that skin? She sighed, shaking her head, "You’re probably just worked up watching all those village girls stomping grapes, aren’t you? Her eyes flashed with delight. " She dashed an eyebrow at me as she suckled on another seed. " I bit my lip, looking up at her. I tried to catch my breath, my heart was racing in my chest. As we finished the our second, I gazed up at her again with devious intent. "I might have another snack for you if haven’t. "Some caught my eye more than the others. I shivered and arched my back. Ignoring my comment, "Another snack you say? You must’ve been just exhausted from all that heat," she snickered. You know how hungry your poor Xyur can get sometimes too…" Punctuating her remark with a pout, she moved her hand down to my belly and traced the tips of her fingers under my waistband. " I licked the pomegranate juice off of my lips. " She giggled at my predicament. I just groaned audibly and bit my lip. Myra ran her fingers along my length lightly, "Mmm, I had no idea that you were that worked up. She slid her hand smoothly into my trousers and softly groped at my now throbbing erection. I reached up and caressed her breast through that thin linen shift. "Don’t worry Qazo, your Xyur will take good care of you. I pawed at the hem of her shift pushing it upwards. " She put her chest out and snaked her torso, leaning above me, purring with pleasure. "Hmm, the sun feels nice here. That sounds incredibly tempting. Nothing but this slight material between me and that perfect body of hers. Her sex glistening in the sun only heightened my arousal. " she commented idly, reveling nude in the late afternoon light. She took the hint and lifted it up and over her head. "By Ath, have I done nothing but exacerbate your condition? She turned back towards me with one of her puppy-dog looks. She slithered her way over me, poising her face just above my tented trousers. So much for wanting a pomegranate girl. She pulled my pants and breeches down sharply and oohed for a moment as I sprung free. " Myra enthusiastically began to work me with both hands, leaving no stone unturned. Her hips swayed back and forth hypnotically as my stomach tensed and released over and over. I started panting rhythmically, my hot breath and kisses covering the insides of her thighs. We were in broad daylight in the middle of the vineyard during harvest season. "It’s ok Qazo, just relax and let me take care of you. I silently prayed that the Artzruni’s fieldworkers liked to pick grapes in the early morning, but there was no way I was going to stop now. The thrill of being found only intensified the lust and I started to rock my hips with the tempo of her strokes. Oh by Zanebeli, I had to grit my teeth to not lose it right then and there. The more excited I became, the more nectar trickled from her honeypot, until she was positively soaked. The possibility of getting caught had crossed my mind again. She took my head out of her lap and gently laid me back on the blanket. It had the (perhaps not so) unintentional effect of putting her cunt mere inches from my face. " She placed her hand on my pelvis with space between her thumb and forefinger holding me in place. Her legs straddled loosely near my head so that my beard wouldn’t scratch her thighs. My head was spinning with desire and in my daze I lifted my head and tasted her. I tried to relax and listen to the fields around me. "Stop it Qazo," she giggled as she pressed her knees into my cheeks, pinning my head to the blanket and raising her butt into the air. Her mouth dropped it’s occupation with an audible pop. I could smell her musk, mine, and partially fermented grape juice all mingling into a pungent bouquet. Suddenly I could feel her warm wet lips as they wrapped around the head of my cock, her tongue swirling and lashing at my engorged flesh. She dismounted my face, and deftly repositioned herself between my legs. I gasped and moaned as she slicked the shaft with her spit taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. She moaned around me when it hit the back of her mouth. I watched her from half-lidded eyes as her tongue flicked and expertly worked it’s way between the folds of my foreskin. She paused with her soft lips pursed at the tip, smirking from behind my member. Then she enveloped me slowly, sliding her hot mouth down until I bottomed out against her throat. I took my time lapping the precious fluids from her curves and mound. As I lie back, all I could think was she was way too good at this. " she put a hand on my belly pushing me back, and just gave me a look that said ‘quit talking’. I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks, and it was even better than I imagined. Her motions were deliberate and exaggerated, and she always punctuated her movements with that pert, waggling ass. I did as she ordered and went back to my usual panting and moans. She looked up at me, her gaze unwavering as she started to work me over; her eyes were burning with lust. She grinned, "Feeling a bit hot out here Qazo? She took her time, feeling my pulse in every corner of her mouth. My face flushed, my vision blurred, and my mouth hung open with ardor. I bit my lip with anticipation as she kept me on the edge. It was salty, sour, and just like her scent: dirty and delightful at the same time. I reclined, clasping my hands behind my head. How she loved to torment me. I could feel it welling inside me, the strokes of her mouth going deeper, gripping tighter. She clicked her tongue and resumed with a feverish intent. She wrapped her lips securely around the shaft sucking greedily, coaxing every last drop out of the tip with her tongue. I knew she wanted my cum and she was going to get it one way or another. I couldn’t hold back anymore and I told her I was close. She whimpered slightly and sped up, lightly massaging my balls in encouragement. that feels incredible… ah! " It was more than I could handle. She crawled up beside me and planted a light peck on my cheek. I tensed again, and Myra got just what she was looking for. There wasn’t any wasted. I let out a primal grunt as they tightened and I ejaculated into her mouth. She dipped her tongue into my urethra and ran her fingers from base to head hoping she could get just another morsel. /u/Xyur-Jan_is_so_lewd "Mmm… I love the way you taste… Thanks for the snack. I pulled my pants back up and she put her shift back on and we just lay there in the summer evening afterglow. " I pulled her in close and returned the kiss. She breathed in my ear "It’s so nice to have you back Qazo. I just sighed and my head collapsed against the blanket.