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brazilian air | as12

hi, i am in my classic f1 era rn and i am currently obsessed with mr Senna god he was so fine and since it's his bday today i thought that im gonna upload this one bc why not

also im like 100% sure that this one will flop but i wanted to upload this anyway, so if you'll find it worth a shot, enjoy then!

happy bday king, 64 today but 34 forever, you'll always be missed

summary: during a month break from racing, ayrton thought that inviting y/n into his family sides will get them along even more. to the surprise to both of them, they got along even better than expected

warnings: sexual content, fingering, female orgasm

pairing: fem!mclarendriver x ayrton senna

After the Sao Paulo Grand Prix, there came a monthly break, even though it was only the second race of the season.

The end of march was very warm, but the weather in Brazil had its own rules. Just as in London there was probably a downpour and the temperature barely above ten degrees, the other side of the globe had almost holiday-like weather.

The 1990 season was the second year when Y/N took Alain Prost's seat at McLaren, thus becoming Ayrton Senna's teammate. While many did not look favorably upon Ron Dennis's decision for various reasons—because Y/N was the first woman in history to have the opportunity to race at the top level of motorsport, her debut in Formula 1, her young age, and the fact of what kind of past Senna had with his previous teammates—with each passing month the doubts started to going away.

The girl handled herself on the track incredibly well, and since McLaren did not disappoint with their cars, she practically returned from every race with points, effectively shutting the mouths of all those who spoke unfavorably about her.

Even Ayrton himself, who was initially the most unconvinced about the boss's decision, also didn't need much to change his mind about her. At first, he approached her with distance, fearing that her joining the team might cause even more damage than when they had Prost in reserve. As it turned out, the girl was not his enemy; often, he himself silenced all those who attacked her and questioned her abilities.

Senna saw that she looked up at him as her authority. She never explicitly told him, but it was evident how she listened carefully to his advice, asked when she had doubts, and consulted almost everything only with him, although she had a whole crowd of people around her.

Ron breathed a sigh of relief seeing that they tolerated each other and there were no forecasts for them to repeat the Senna-Prost scenario. However, tolerating each other was an understatement, because Ayrton would never invite someone to his family's sides whom he merely tolerated. The Brazilian didn't admit it out loud, but he liked the girl. Sometimes he even caught himself thinking about her when she wasn't around, and when she was, he smiled a lot more in her company, whereas McLaren's garage used to be a place of nerves and tense atmosphere for him.

Yes, if someone asked him about Y/N, Ayrton would say she was his friend. Someone he never had after leaving Brazil.

"How do I say in Portugese that I can't eat anymore?"

The girl asked, lying on her towel stretched out on the hull of the motorboat belonging to the Senna family.

Y/N shielded the sun with her hand and glanced at Ayrton, who laughed at her question, sitting next to her and smoking a cigarette.

"It's not funny, your mom wants to fatten me up so that I'm heavier and slower than you on the track."

"Não aguento mais, tô chei", but even if you say it in Portugese, my mom won't listen to you anyway."

"I've never eaten such delicious food, but when we get back, I probably won't fit into my clothes anymore."

He released smoke from his lungs and involuntarily glanced at her when she turned onto her stomach and closed her eyes. Her hair, still wet from bathing in the lake, stuck to her shoulders, and her skin, once pale, slowly began to take on a blush from the sun.

"You look good, so don't worry."

"I didn't say I would look bad, just that I won't fit into my pants anymore."

"As long as you can fit into the car, you'll be fine."

The girl snorted, "Well, in that case, I have quite a reserve."

Y/N gathered her hair behind her shoulder and settled more comfortably, exposing herself to the pleasantly warming rays of the sun. Ayrton glanced down her body and only when the heat from his cigarette burned his fingers a little, he snap out of it. Did he really like the girl, or was it just that he spent so much time with her that he got used to her? He didn't know the answer to that question, but he knew that sometimes he found himself staring at her for a bit too long. Despite being a few years younger than him, she had feminine charms. He also objectively thought that the girl was attractive.

She didn't have much of a different opinion about him either because in her eyes, Ayrton was indeed a handsome man. He was tall, athletic, had beautiful brown eyes and hair of the same color, which often fell in curls onto his forehead. She liked his smile and the way he wrinkled his nose, which, like most of his body, was covered in freckles. But Ayrton appealed to her only as an older teammate, someone who was completely out of her reach, and for whom she was probably just an insignificant kid. At least that's what she thought.

They spent time at the lake until late afternoon, as for dinner, besides Ayrton's parents, his sister with Bruno, his nephew, was also supposed to appear. Upon returning to the Senna family's home, the girl took only a quick shower and threw on a thin, white dress because even though the day was slowly coming to an end, the temperature was still high. They spent the evening on the terrace, and time passed in a very pleasant atmosphere. Mrs. Senna made sure that only delicious dishes appeared on the table, while Mr. da Silva entertained the company with stories and jokes. Although Y/N didn't speak anything in Portugese except for the short phrases Ayrton had taught her, there were no communication problems for a moment. At one point, little Bruno grabbed the radio and turned up the volume, pulling the girl by the hand and inviting her to dance. The girl, already somewhat tipsy from wine, agreed without hesitation and followed the six-year-old, dancing with him barefoot on the still warm concrete. Ayrton's mother and sister sang along with the song, his father clapped his hands, and Ayrton himself looked at the scene with tenderness, laughing and sipping his beer. She took the boy in her arms and spun with him, dancing, to which Bruno laughed out loud. Although Ayrton's family had only met Y/N a few days ago, he was convinced, seeing with his own eyes, how much they liked her. It meant a lot to him.

"Tio, agora tio Ayrton!"

Bruno shouted and pointed at the man when a new song started playing. Ayrton laughed and shook his head, to which his sister started pulling his arm and, to the sounds of approval from the family, he stood up and approached the girl, who put the boy down on the ground.

"Querida senhora," he extended his hand towards her, slightly bowing, "may I?"

Y/N chuckled and nodded, extending her hand, which was met with numerous shouts and whistles.

"I can't dance, I can't dance at all."

She said through laughter when he pulled her closer and placed his hand on her waist.

"Everyone can dance to Brazilian rhythms, trust me."

Ayrton replied with an assuring smile and spinned her around, catching her again after a moment. They danced, understanding each other without words, laughing only when one of them accidentally bumped into someone or stepped on someone's foot.

The girl didn't know if her cheeks were burning from the sun, the alcohol, or the fact that she felt embarrassed by being so close to him. But she felt light and happy enough not to dwell on it. She wanted this evening to last as long as possible.

However, at some point, Bruno fell asleep on the chair, and Vivianne took him in her arms, announcing that she would put him to bed and she will also take a rest, wishing everyone a good night. Ayrton's mother, seeing that his dad had had enough beer, took him by the arm and, amid numerous protests, escorted him inside. The girl helped carry the dishes to the kitchen, and when she brought in the last batch of plates, Ayrton's mother hugged her tightly.

Y/N returned her embrace with a smile, wishing her a good night before returning to the terrace.

Seeing the expression on her face, Ayrton smiled too.

"They liked you, but I'm sure you noticed that yourself."

"They are very kind," the girl replied, closing the terrace doors, "you have a truly wonderful family."

Y/N approached the table and took a chair to sit on it, but Ayrton straightened up and patted his knees, indicating that she should sit on them. The girl accepted the invitation without protest and sat on them sideways, embracing him around the neck.

"I'm glad you agreed to come here with me," he said, looking into her eyes, to which she smiled.

"I'm glad you invited me."

For a moment, they looked at each other in silence, she on his lap, with her hand on his bare shoulders, he with one hand on her waist and the other caressing her exposed thigh. He raised his hand and brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear, touching her flushed cheek. The girl smiled at his gesture and closed her eyes.

"You're important to me, you know?"

"I am?"

She asked, looking at him again.

Ayrton nodded, stroking her cheek with his thumb. Y/N threaded her fingers into the hair resting at the base of his neck, stroking it lightly. At one point, without thinking or saying a word, he leaned towards her and kissed her. She kissed him back, touching his cheek with her other hand. Ayrton didn't break the kiss, he just hugged her tighter, pressing their bodies together. Y/N was returning each of his kisses and after a while their tongues started their love dance, rubbing against each other. Even though they were both a bit drunk, Ayrton wasn't sure how much he could afford. However, when she slightly opened her legs, giving him a silent invitation, he squeezed her thigh to which she sighed. He smiled against her lips, continuing to kiss her. He stroked her leg, moving higher and higher with each movement. When he felt the fabric of her underwear with his fingertips, he pulled away slightly, wanting to look at her face and see her reaction, but she pulled him closer again, connecting their lips in a kiss.

"Do not stop"

Ayrton smiled against her lips and deepened the kiss in response. He ran his fingers over her pussy and she purred softly. He began to slowly massage her through the fabric of her panties, but when they began to get in the way after some time, he pulled them off her with a quick movement.

His lips soon moved to her neck, marking it with kisses. She tilted her head, giving him better access to her. Ayrton accidentally slipped the strap of her dress, but neither of them cared. The girl noticed it only when he sucked on her nipple, which made her moan involuntarily.

"You have to be quiet, can you do that?"

He asked quietly, glancing at her ecstatic face. She just licked her lips and quickly nodded. He ran his tongue over her nipple again, his hand still massaging her pussy. When he felt how wet she was, he slowly inserted his finger into her, but carefully watched her face, continuing to caress her breasts with his mouth. He looked at her, wanting to make sure they were both on the same page. However, his actions were perceived with enthusiasm, as the girl tilted her head back, letting out a muffled moans from her pursed lips. Ayrton smiled to himself, still peppering her breasts with kisses. He inserted his finger all the way and started moving it, expertly nudging her inner, sensitive spot. Y/N had a hard time staying quiet, especially when he added a second finger and his movements inside her started getting more precise and decisive. The girl covered her mouth with one hand and grabbed his wrist with the other and pushed him harder into herself, feeling that she was only seconds away from orgasm.

"Ayrton, I- oh my god…"

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck again and dug her nails into his bare shoulder.

"Kiss me, quick"

He said quietly, his breathing also quickening. She complied with his command and kissed him, making him muffle her moans with his mouth. Y/N came on his hand soon after, squeezing her eyes shut and tilting her head back. After a few moments, the girl sat up straight again, trying to calm her breathing. As she slowly began to realize what had actually happened, the blush on her cheeks intensified even more. She looked at him uncertainly, he laughed seeing her reaction and kissed her on the cheek.

"Don't look so innocent, you're quite a good one."

The girl felt ashamed and closed her eyes, cuddling into him, and he hugged her tightly.

"Promise me that no one in your family will sit in this chair for breakfast."

Ayrton chuckled and rubbed his hand on her back.

"I promise, don't worry about it," he rested his cheek on her head, "We can go somewhere else if you want."

The girl raised her head and looked at him.

"I won't be able to keep quiet, Ayrton. Your parents-" "Don't worry," he interrupted her, taking her panties thrown on the chair next to them and handing them to her hand, "I'll make sure you keep your mouth busy."

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #as12 #ayrton senna #ayrton senna x reader #classic f1

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shoyoist · 1 year

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please expand more on the shoyo tiktok gym thing 😭 i am going insane ONLY IF YOU WANT TO OF COURSE >:)

content: gn!reader, timeskip and final arc spoilers. established private relationship (that gets revealed). tiktok thirst traps :P just fluff. i rambled a lot lmaoo. note: hehe of course!! for you & me lan<3

— . ｡˚ ♡ hinata shoyo tiktok baddie era let's gooo!

hmmm so shoyo decides to try tiktok out because of all the hype the jnt receives during the olympics. they're the monster generation after all — atsumu and suna have been gaining quite a lot of traction on their pages, and they ask shoyo to cameo in their videos often, by popular demand. so he decides to give it a go!

of course, as soon as shoyo launches his tiktok and posts a video (just a short one of him sitting on the locker room bench at practice, introducing himself while the rest of the jnt are walking around and chatting in the background) he blows up instantly. @n1njashoyo gains over 30k followers within a day, and his first video gets a 100k likes in a couple of days. his account becomes big news everywhere.

he's one of the most popular members of the team globally, so it makes sense. he's known as the cutest player on the jnt, and in brazil/argentina he's so famous as “ninja shoyo”. people start tagging him in edits and fancams, and he sometimes duets them to praise and thank them.

lots of “hinata senshu notice me please 🥺” comments on his videos, and he replies to some of them with “hi !! 👋🏻” because he's just the cutest ever fr <33 he also responds to most japanese commenters and people that comment in portuguese because he understands them better.

his posts are mostly workout routine videos, different kinds of warm-up/cool-down stretches, high protein meal plan discussions—and he also films (and ocassionally goes live during) his evening runs and practise sessions. he has a series of form correction videos on volleyball, and a series of videos on resistance workouts that target specific muscles.

and every time he posts a clip where he's shirtless, doing curls or just anything with the weights, the videos are so clean and zoom in on his muscles so nicely<3 people start commenting things like “hinata sen do you have a camera man?” and he replies to one of them like “yes i do! :)” and they start telling him “senshu i think your cameraman has a crush on you...” little do they know v_v.

he doesn't respond to those comments, and the rumours about him having a lover away from public eye resurface. some viewers from brazil (where he lives at, since he's a player for ASAS) say that they “know something the others dont” etc etc.

and it builds up until about six months after shoyo launches his tiktok, one night he posts a thirst trap. low exposure filter, dim blue lighting, he's shirtless and standing infront of the mirror in just a pair of sweats — and behind him, someone is wrapping their arms around his waist. the video ends as soon as you fully lock your arms around his waist, and it drives his fans crazy.

the fangirls start posting about how their dream husband just announced that they're no longer single, comments like “gf reveal???” “hinata sen WHO IS THAT” “mr. hinata shoyo EXPLAIN” fill nearly all his recent videos.

after that little stunt, he disappears from social media for a bit. he had posted the thirst trap right on the brink of off season, and he stops posting on any of his socials for a couple of months.

then one day he makes a sudden, quick comeback — he drops a long video of himself and you, his beautiful partner, relaxing at a beach resort and enjoying a sunset dinner together at the beach. he clinks his glass of cherry wine with yours, takes a sip and grins at you all dopey before leaning in to give you a kiss. there are matching golden bands on both your ring fingers.

and the caption? “5 stars ⭐ food is good !! :)”

#‶｡ଘ.*+ — [ loveletter ].#‶｡ଘ.*+ — from : [ lan! ].#HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS<333 #my hubby our hubby i love him #hinata x reader #haikyuu x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata fluff #haikyuu fluff #hinata drabbles #haikyuu drabbles #hinata headcanons #haikyuu headcanons

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uncharismatic-fauna · 6 months

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Taming the Tiger Shark

The tiger shark (Galeocerdo cuvier) is a common sight for divers, fishermen, and tourists in the tropical waters of the Atlantic and Pacific oceans. They are often found around sea grass fields or coral reefs, and tend to prefer warm, shallower waters near the coastline or surrounding atolls and islands. The northern end of their range extends up to the northern borders of the United States and China, while their southern range reaches down to Brazil, Madagascar, and the eastern coast of Australia.

While they're slightly smaller than great whites, G. cuvier is still one of the largest carnivores in the ocean. Adults can grow up to 4.7 m (15 ft 5 in) long and weigh between 300 and 900 kg (700 and 2,000 lb). Females tend to be larger than males, but the two sexes are otherwise indistinguishable. Individuals are typically bluish gray or green, with a white or light yellow underbelly; this provides them with camouflage, as fish swimming overhead or below are unable to pick out the shark's silhouette against the dark or light background, respectively.

As an apex predator, G. cuvier has few predators of its own. Juvenile tiger sharks will often fall prey to other sharks, including adults of their own species. Orcas are also occasionally known to prey on tiger sharks, but these occurrences are rare. In their own food chain, G. cuvier has a large appetite and will eat almost anything. Coral reef fish are a common target, though their speed and small size makes them harder to catch. More often tiger sharks will prey on cephalopods, crustaceans, sea snakes, turtles, sea birds, and a host of marine mammals like dolphins, dugongs, sea lions, and young, injured, or dead whales. Inadvertently, tiger sharks will also consume garbage such as bottles tires, earning them the nickname 'The Garbage Can of the Ocean'.

Tiger sharks are primarily active at night. Contrary to other sharks, G. cuvier has excellent eyesight, as well as a keen sense of smell. In addition, tiger sharks have two special sensory organs. The lateral line extends down the length of the body and can detect minute vibrations in the water. Ampullae of Lorenzini are small electroreceptors located on the snout; these detect the weak electrical impulses generated by prey. All these features make it easy for tiger sharks to find a meal, and once located their body shape allows them to put on a burst of speed and make quick turns to catch their target. Most of the time, this hunting practice is done alone, but occasionally groups of tiger sharks will gather to scavenge a large carcass or for the mating season.

Male tiger sharks mate every year, while females only reproduce every three years. Breeding seasons differ based on location; in the Northern Hemisphere mating occurs between March and May, while in the Southern Hemisphere it's between November and January. During this time, dozens or even hundreds of sharks may gather to find mates. Females carry their young for up to 16 months, at which time they give live birth. Tiger sharks are ovoviviparous, meaning that eggs are fertilised and hatch inside the mother; this species is also unique in that they employ a technique called embryotrophy, in which young gestate in sacks which are filled with an embryonic fluid. A single litter of tiger sharks may contain between 10 to 80 pups, and each one may live up to 12 years in the wild.

Conservation status: The IUCN has classified the tiger shark as Near Threatened. While exact numbers are unclear, a great many tiger sharks are killed each year for their skin, fins, and liver. This species also has a reputation for vicious attacks, and while they can be aggressive when threatened, only a handful of shark attacks occur each year.

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hellfiremunsonn · 1 year

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Why Are You So Nice To Me? Joseph Quinn x Reader

Why Are You So nice To Me?

I DO NOT ALLOW MY WRITING TO BE REPUBLISHED ANYWHERE OTHER THAN MY OWN BLOG WITHOUT MY CONSENT

SUMMARY: This new life is taking a toll on you. Desperately trying to not seem ungrateful leads you to an overstimulated panic attack that Joe helps you through.

18 + IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER DO NOT READ OR INTERACT WITH MY WRITING. IT IS NOT INTENDED FOR MINORS. I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR THE MEDIA YOU CONSUME.

AN: A big thank to @creme-bruhlee for giving me that one liner that sparked me to finally finish this. I love u

Warnings: None really? Fem!reader, reader has a panic attack/anxiety attack, mentions and descriptions of said panic attack/anxiety attack, Joe being the softest sweetest boy, I love him. (IF THERES ANYTHING I MISSED LET ME KNOW)

Wordcount: 3069

Since the premier of Stranger Things season four my life hadn't had a moment to slow down. It was interviews after interviews, sometimes multiple ones in the same day, different hosts, different shows, websites, everything. Adding all of that with so much traveling, especially with Jospeh, Jamie, and I being three new characters; our schedules were often linked together because of it; Although now, I stood a few feet away from them, leaning against the wall closest to the elevators.

It was about 6 pm at night and I was standing in the lobby of some fancy hotel in Brazil. A white and black dress wrapped against my skin, the hot weather and sun, giving me a healthy bronzed glow. I stupidly decided on a classic pair of very high all black stilettos. I should have opted for an open toe wedged heel or something. But I wanted to impress everyone. My first acting gig, first round of interviews, first time traveling far without family, it was nerve wracking but I wanted every second of it to go well. Something I didn't think that would bother me as much as it did, was not constantly having my phone on you. I didn't realize how much I relied on it as a coping mechanism when I was anxious, or uncomfortable. It was difficult to not have that immediate distraction.

Picking at the black nail polish on my thumb I sighed heavily, trying to get myself into the proper mindset for this Stranger Things party? Event? Meet and greet? Whatever it was, I was ill prepared and uncomfortable to say the least. Jet lagged, sweaty, homesick, and anxious; but it didn't matter, not when you had fans to impress, people to impress, companies to impress. I never had a moment with my own thoughts for more than five minutes before being escorted to another room, car, or airport, it was always something. Not to say I wasn't grateful for everything because I truly was; just there's simply nothing that can prepare you for something like this. A cliche at its finest. I had to stop myself from laughing out loud at my own thoughts. Only another 'famous' person would understand, and in a way it almost felt pathetic, even if I knew it was true.

A tap to my shoulder startled me slightly. I turned around to see Joe with a soft smile on his face.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just tired" I lied. I think he could tell by the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly but he didn't comment.

"The heat doesn't help either I don't think" He said laughing.

"God no, it makes me feel like I'm wrapped in a warm hug, but also in a warm bath? Maybe both at the same time? I don't know but either of those sound better than a party right now" I said sighing. Tapping the tip of my shoe against the shiny tiled floor.

Joe looked like he was about to say something but just as he opened his mouth, we were waved over and instructed on where to go and what to do.

The three of us stationed at the entrance of grey double doors. I stood between the two men, both of their arms coming to wrap around my waist, and mine on theirs.

"Let's get this show on the road yeah?" I said forcing a smile, glancing between the two.

The doors swung open and as the three of us sauntered in, the small but crowed room filled with applause and music begun to play. Jamie slipped his hand into mine and gave me a slow twirl to introduce me. I blushed and gave an awkward wave, and a clumsy curtsy to match his energy. Then turning to Joe, I grabbed his hand and twirled him around to do the same as Jamie did to me. Joe was far more graceful as I was and I watched as the girls swooned over him. It was hard not to, if I was being completely honest with myself; but that was another thought for another time. Right now I had to be present, and put my game face on. Which is exactly what I did. I walked around and mingled with everyone, taking pictures and answering questions as best as I could, especially without giving anything away, just incase there was anyone around who hadn't had the opportunity to finish the season just yet. The music was uncomfortably loud and I struggled to hear what people were saying, barely able to make out the often broken English, but I tried my best.

After a while I snuck away to the back of the room, attempting to people watch while I clutched my glass of ice water to my chest. A few minutes alone and hidden from the eye of people I leaned my back against the wall, trying to regulate the beating of my heart. Nothing seemed to help it, and it only became worse, at this point I was facing the wall, desperately begging myself to stop hyperventilating. I could feel my bottom lip wobbling as I tried to hold back the tears that were threatening to fall. A hand on the small of my back startled me and I almost dropped the glass in my hands as I whipped around. It was Joesph, once again, a knight in shining armour. "What are you doing all the way over here?" He asked.

I looked at him. My heart still thumping in my chest, and I could feel words on the tip of my tongue but when I opened my mouth to speak they wouldn't come out. My brows furrowed, and the only noise I was able to make was a small whimper, but it sounded more like a choke. "Come 'ere" He said wrapping his arm around my waist. He took the glass from my hand and placed it on a nearby surface. Strategically moving around the people in the room as he lead me out and back into the lobby. Security following us quickly until we were safely out of sight from any lurking people. My chest rising and falling faster now, my hands covered my ears and my eyes were shut tight out of instinct and I didn't even realize I had done it until Joe was facing me in the elevator placing his hands over mine. My anxiety had heightened everything, every noise, and light and moment seemed all too much and I could feel myself getting overstimulated; suddenly hyper aware of how the fabric of my dress clung to me, and the way the tag was digging into my spine.

When I opened my eyes to look at him, the tears hidden behind my lids fall easily down my cheeks. When the elevator dinged he lead me down the hall; his hand still on the small of my back only letting go of me to reach out for the small bag I clutched in my hands. "Key?" He said softly and I fumble with shaky hands, pulling out the keycard to my hotel room. He took the card gently, his free hand never leaving the small of my back while he unlocked the door, encouraging me to walk in before him, stopping only a few feet from the door. He closed and locked the door behind me and came to face me again.

"What's going on?" He asked quietly, while his hands were rubbing both my arms up and down in attempts to sooth me.

"I-I just" I choked out a sob, my head falling to my chest.

"Hey you're okay, everything's okay"

I shook my head. "No, no everything is not okay, I'm not okay" I cried, pulling away from him a little more aggressively than intended. Leaning one hand on the wall I balanced on one foot ripping one of my heels off, and then doing the same with the other shoe. Chucking them onto the floor. I desperately grabbed at the back of my dress, trying to reach the zipper. "I'm losing my goddamn mind Joesph" I mumbled, through snot and tears. "I can't remember the last time I was home, or the last time I slept in a bed that wasn't in a hotel. I haven't seen my mom in months and I'm so fucking lonely and I fuck!-" I stopped trying to reach for the zipper, my hands balled into fists at my sides. I tried again to take control of my rapid breathing, I really didn't want to be having a full meltdown in front of anyone let alone Joesph but he stood there quietly and patiently, giving me the space I needed.

Calming slightly I tried reaching for my zipper again, only for it to get stuck about a quarter way down, stuck on the fabric. I tugged at it harshly before trying to pull it apart but I couldn't get a proper grip reaching behind me.

"Can I get your zipper for you?" He asked after a had a couple of minutes to lose my temper.

"Please?" I said desperately, turning around and walking back over to him, my bare feet padding against the floor. I turned around so my back was facing him, pulling my hair to the side and over my shoulder so it wasn't in the way. His fingers traced lightly against the back of my neck, moving a few pieces of hair I had missed in the process. Goosebumps coated my skin and I tried to control the shiver that attempted to surface, hiding it with a shaky inhale. He pulled at the zipper, bringing it back up and down, feeling it tug at the fabric again, even with Josephs nimble fingers.

"Just rip it-Please I need it off of me" I pleaded.

I felt him tug at it a few more times before I heard him sigh, shifting behind me. I went to turn around when his hands returned to my back and he pulled both ends of my dress apart, ripping it in one go. I gasped in relief, almost losing my balance, one of his hands coming to land firmly on my waist pulling me back into him, my back against his chest, holding me steady for a moment. The dress hung loosely under my breasts, sitting at my waist, my strapless bra keeping my chest covered.

Joesph cleared his throat and I turned my attention back to him, stepping away from him and turning to face him. He avoided looking at me, eyes looking every direction other than the one in front of him. "S-sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable I just n-needed to get that dress off of me" Stuttering over my words, with my body still wobbly from the anxiety.

"S'all good, I just didn't want to make you uncomfortable either" He said laughing a little, his cheeks slightly flushed. "Can I do anything to help?"

"Um, a hug would be nice?" I said clenching and unclenching my hands, trying to free them from the tingling numbness that coursed through them.

His eyes softened, and I felt a fresh wave of tears form as he held his arms out to me. A small cry slipping past my lips, sounding more like a pathetic whimper as I walked into his arms, burying my face into his chest. His hands warm, one of them coming up to the small of my back, while the other cradled the back of my head. "I got you baby, don't cry, m'right here" he said quietly, into my temple. His breath warm as he placed a small kiss to the skin just before my hairline.

He began swaying slowly back and forth, and we stood there like that for a few moments before I leaned my head up to look at him, cheek still resting on his chest. "Why are you so nice to me?"

"What?" He said, pulling me away from him slightly so he could see my face better. Hands held softly onto my elbows. "What do you mean 'why' ?"

I shrugged looking down to avoid his curious eyes, a little embarrassed at my question. "I just... I dunno, I think you're the nicest man I've ever met" catching a quick glance at him, his eyes softened.

"Fucking christ" he breathed with a laugh. "You're just the sweetest thing aren't you? Bet you don't have any idea"

"Any idea about what?" I asked furrowing my brows.

"That I've been crushing on you since you walked into that room on day one of the table read" his hands coming up to rest on either side of my neck, thumbs just under my jaw. "But I don't think now is an appropriate time to tell you all this- I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of you being in a vulnerable state, so just ignore me" He was blushing, and fumbling over his words, nervous after his confession. A hand coming to scratch at the scruff on his chin, he cleared his throat, turning away to the rest of the room and said "lets get you into some comfier clothes yeah? We could-"

"N-no" I stuttered, reaching out for his arm quickly. He raised a brow. "Just keep talking? It's helping" I said bashfully, arms wrapping around myself.

He smiled slightly, clearly trying to act more casual about it. "I can do that" he said with a nod.

"Just, sit on the bed o-or something, I'll um, get changed" I said while heading towards my messy suitcase, shifting through the clothes to find something better to wear while Joseph sat on the end of the bed, laying back facing the ceiling with his hands across his stomach.

"Well as I was saying" he said with a laugh. "When you walked into the room, with that big sweater- you were swimming in it but god I thought you looked adorable" he sighed. "You sat next to me, and I remember hiding my pen, just so I could ask you to borrow one, and then when you laughed? I tried so hard to play it cool, but I don't think I did very well" he paused. "I mean how could I when someone as beautiful as you was smiling and laughing, and looking at me with those fucking eyes"

It was almost difficult listening to someone say so many nice things about me, to me, let alone hearing them from Joe himself. The man I had been crushing back on since the first time I saw him.

I smiled to myself listening to the sound of his voice while I finally found the clothes I wanted, a pair of green paperbag shorts and a white t shirt, something comfy enough to relax in, but loose enough to not sweat to death in. Joe was lost in thought, and I watched him out of the corner of my eye while I slipped out of my dress, removing my bra quickly, throwing on a soft bralette in it's place before tugging my shirt over my head. The movement of me untucking my hair from the collar made Joe turn to me briefly and he smiled.

I blushed, looking down bashfully as I tugged the shorts up my hips with a couple of hops. "Distracted?" I teased.

"M'always distracted when I look at you" he said sitting up, holding his hand out to me. I walked over to him slowly, taking his hand in mine.

He pulled me closer to him so I was now stood in-between his legs "How you feeling?" He asked, thumb smoothing over the back of my hand.

"Better" I said honestly. "Still a bit jittery, but better"

"Good" he said smiling.

"I um" I cleared my throat "I have a crush on you as well, by the way"

"I know" he laughed.

"What?" I scoffed "How?"

"You're a great actor when you're acting for the camera, but you're shit when you're with me" He laughed again and his smile spread, all too confident and cheeky. "Every scene we had together you'd tense every time I touched you, and when we had our kiss, I could just feel it"

"O-Oh" I was slightly embarrassed, but I think deep down I always knew that he had some sort of idea, it was getting impossible to hide. Maybe I was trying to hide it from myself more than I was from him. His hand left mine, both of them coming to the back of my thighs, squishing the skin there. I stumbled a little at his touch, my hands coming forward to catch myself on his shoulders.

"Are we going to keep pretending, or can I finally call you mine?"

"I mean we should probably go on a date first" I said jokingly, leaning forward to wrap my arms around his neck, his hands quick to land on my waist.

"Order room service, I'll take you our tomorrow, right now I just want to hold ya, and watch you get all shy when I say nice things about you" he said with a smirk, pulling me into him while he fell back onto the bed, pulling me up and next to him.

"You just want to get me in bed" I teased, playing with the collar of his suit jacket.

"Aren't you already?" he quipped.

I pushed at his shoulder playfully but he only tugged me closer, leaning so he could kiss me on the forehead.

"I'll go get changed while you order food yeah?"

I pouted, holding onto him a little tighter, already not wanting him to be far from me.

"I'll be five minutes, you wont even have time to miss me" he said while pushing some of my hair back and away from my face.

"Kiss me first?" I asked shyly.

Somehow this kiss felt different. We had kissed many times on set, and even had to have a heavy make out session for one scene. But right now, the way he slowly pressed his lips to mine; it made everything inside of me feel aligned, like he was missing from me and it almost took me too long to notice. I sighed happily into the kiss and he hummed in response, breaking away to give me a few extra light pecks before pulling himself from me.

"Five minutes" he said quietly, kissing me one more time before he left, a wide smile on his face.

#hellfiremunsonn #Joseph Quinn #Stranger Things #Joseph Quinn fic #Joseph Quinn fluff #Stranger Things fic #Stranger Things Joseph Quinn #Joseph Quinn Stranger Things #Joseph Quinn x reader #Eddie Munson #Eddie Munson fic #Eddie Munson x reader #Joseph Quinn fan fiction #Stranger Things fluff #Eddie Munson fluff

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princessgiggles333 · 9 months

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it’s gotten to a point where every single thing i see about haikyuu is making me seize up and convulse. it’s not only ENDING (which is something i try very hard to not think about) but it’s more so the fact that everyone, eventually, gets a happy ending. and it makes me want to rip my clothes off like a werewolf due to how simply soft it is.

the tears you lost over Aoba Johsai losing in season 2? Oikawa continues to play volleyball after graduation, him and the third years are still in touch, he gets his happy ending.

or maybe the Miya twins are making you upset; with Astumu going pro and Osamu knowing high school will be the last time they play serious volleyball together. that did break me, yes, but Osamu is living his best life while Atsumu is living his! they are both HAPPY.

sobbing over the fact Karasuno lost during spring nationals because Hinata got sick, crying about the third years graduating and leaving them after that, Hinata and Kageyama separating after high school, or maybe absolutely losing it over that one panel of Hinata homesick in brazil?

they all make it back to each other! Hinata and Kageyama meet back at opposite sides of the net for their final (but definitely not last) match, this time competing against each other to fulfill an almost decade long promise to beat the other! and don’t forget the fact that their old high school team is there to cheer the two of them on!!!

not satisfied with that? well the freak duo REUNITE AGAIN to play for the olympics, this time on the same team!!

no one dies (well except for that one time), all of them stay friends, and they all lead happy lives they are satisfied with! it’s just all so undeniably happy and warm and fond and endearing and tender and i could go on and on for days about these silly volleyball people <3

#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #haikyuu timeskip #they make me so happy #not to be cheesy but it does feel like HOME ueueueueu #AND TO ALL THE TIMESKIP NISHINOYA HATERS!!!#HE IS LIVING HIS BEST LIFE OKAY #he could’ve gone pro!! but tbh i feel like his timeskip occupation (whatever the fuck it is) fits him just as much!!#haikyuu manga spoilers

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 5 months

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Amazonian Whodunnit

Humanity is to blame for the slow death of the rainforest, but we are not equally responsible. The fingerprints of carbon inequality are all over this crime scene

Every morning, I take my dogs for a walk to the scene of multiple crimes, where I grieve for the victims and consider who is to blame.

The location is the bank of the Xingu River, which is a five-minute stroll from my home. I will post a picture here of this beautiful but brutalised panorama so you can examine for yourself the violence that has been inflicted on the landscape in the nine years since I first visited Altamira.

The first victim, very stark in the foreground, is a dead tree, one of the many millions killed when the reservoir of the Belo Monte hydroelectric dam flooded the river banks, drowning countless plants and other species unable to flee the rising waters.

The second can be seen on the distant hillside on the far side of the river, where there are two broad expanses of cleared land that were cut out of the forest by neighbouring farmers who wanted more space for their cattle to graze.

The third is the sky, shrouded in an acrid haze from the dozen or so fires that were burning around Altamira over the 24 hours before my walk, according to NASA’s satellite imagery.

Fourthly – and most alarming of all – is the river Xingu itself, which has shrunk back to levels not seen in recent memory as a result of a freakishly long, hot dry season. Compared to the peak of the rainy season, the depth of the river has fallen by four or five metres.

The place where I usually swim is now a mud flat. Rocky outcrops have become visible mid-stream, creating dozens of new islands and adding to the challenge of navigation.The impact on other species is immeasurable.

That such horrors would come to pass was all too predictable. Earlier this year, I wrote that the El Niño on top of the climate crisis would create an emergency within an emergency, which Brazil’s authorities needed to prepare for as this would almost certainly mean a severe drought for the Amazon.

But there has been zero preparation. Across the Amazon, fire fighting units have been over-stretched and transport systems disrupted by the severity of the prolonged drought. Meanwhile land grabbers make things worse by starting fires to clear forest, taking advantage of the tinder dry conditions.

Those blazes cause problems long after the embers are dimmed. Countless studies have shown tree clearance has a local, regional and global warming effect, in addition to weakening the rainfall-generating capacity of the rainforest. Replace the trees with cows, as is the common practice in Altamira and much of the Amazon, and the effect is far worse because the methane burps and farts of the cattle are a more potent greenhouse gas than carbon dioxide. One of the most shocking reports of the past year was a study showing Brazil’s 220 million cows (almost half of which are in the Amazon) have a bigger climate footprint, when you include their role in deforestation, than all the factories, cars, power plants and 125 million people of Japan.

This brings us to the vitally important question for justice and for solutions: who is to blame?

There are those who would argue that humanity as a whole is responsible for this horrendous year of murderous heat, deadly fires, devastating floods and other global climate calamities, but that is only partly true. Yes, these extremes have undoubtedly been made worse by human burning of fossil fuels. The world is around 1.3C hotter than it was at the start of the industrial revolution. There is growing evidence that this makes El Ni��o events more likely. Yet despite the ever increasing death toll for all species from this heat, humankind is emitting more warming greenhouse gases than ever.

But “we” are not equally to blame. Not by any means. There is a huge carbon divide between the air-conditioned super-rich, who travel the world in luxury yachts, and the heat-vulnerable poor, who suffer the worst climate consequences even though they are least responsible. A new study by Oxfam and the Stockholm Environment Institute highlights the enormity of this gulf and its consequences.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #environmentalism #environmental justice #amazon rainforest #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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amyyythestarry · 8 months

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SCRAPPED HALLOWEEN AU SMALL CHAPTER!!

This is a scrapped Halloween AU that I haven’t thought much about.

SONGS TO LISTEN TO WHILE READING!!

Christmas Kids by Roar ( I know this is a Halloween thing but still )

Happy Together by The Turtles

Riptide by Vance Joy

Brazil by Declan McKenna

Oblivion by Grimes

Wasted Summers by Juju<3

What Once Was by Her’s

Money by The Drums

Orpheus Under The Influence by The Butterstones

Song About Me by TV Girl

Bodys by Car Seat Headrest

Michelle by Sir Chloe

New Flesh by Current Joys

Alien Blues by Vundabar

Romantic Homicide by D4VD

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[ Eve of the Moons ]

Prologue :

Lover’s Suicide

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He should have stopped when he could.

There was no real reason why this had to happen, there wasn’t a real reason why Sousuke had to do it.

But now his best friend and himself are dead.

And I mean dead as in laying in piles of Red Spider Lilies, holding each other’s pinkies as if they couldn’t clasp their hands together before life completely left them.

It was frigid and bitter. Sousuke didn’t know if that was their bodies draining the blood from their veins because the flowers were implaling every one of their limbs, or the tenebrous pit they fell into.

The flowers felt warm. The crimson liquid seeping from their arms, legs and chest soaked into the dirty ground beneath, Red Spider Lilies’ vines were absorbing it all.

Isn’t this an interesting way to pass? Isn’t this an interesting place to die?

It was pretty ugly too.

Sousuke thought so.

Maybe his best friend thought so too.

He gripped the familiar’s pinkie finger harder, wanting to be comforted by a hand engulfing his. Making the first move, like the person always did.

But that wasn’t the case here.

Was the person already dead? They couldn’t be, they fell at the same time, and he was still conscious!

This wasn’t fair.

He could barely remember how it came to this.

This wasn’t fair. Not at all.

Sousuke wanted to live some more. To be alive means to live life to the fullest. No matter what.

That’s what his mom told him..

He wanted to grow older and older and older with the people he cared for, and that only consisted of his mother, his 15 year old brother, and his best friend he met in 5th grade.

He’s known the person for three years. And his mom and brother forever.

Forever, right?

He thinks so.

Sousuke’s not so sure who the person beside him was though.

The person’s skin was starting to rot, it grew old and shabby, and crusty and dry. Veiny, skinny, pale.

His best friend wasn’t old. Or shabby, or crusty and dry and veiny and skinny and pale.

Was this even… The person he met while in 5th grade after school detention for too many tardy slips ? ( I know there is no detention in Japanese schools but this is crucial to the story )

He’s 13 now…

Maybe he forgot.

Maybe he forgot how the person looked.

Maybe he jumped into a pit with another person. A person he didn’t know or care for, that was going to jump in without him.

The person was on the edge, so ready to give their life away. Then he came in, hugged them tight as the ground cracked at their feet.

That’s how he ended up here.

He thought his best friend was suicidal and promising the person what he would have promised to one of his favorite persons in the whole world.

Sousuke forgot what he promised.

That’s ok.

It wasn’t, but who would care now?

He’s dying. So close because of the way his eyelids fought him to close shut.

He could barely breathe anymore. His soul got weak when blood slowly continued to pour.

He felt weak. And sick.

If there was anyone, anyone in the world he’d want to be in this predicament with is his mother, big brother and/or best friend. The person and his blood mixed into each other’s. He wished it was his favorite peoples’ blood, instead of a stranger.

Sousuke wondered. If this wasn’t his best friend beside him, then where was his best friend?

He was probably living. Life was still full and sunny for him. Full of seasons and school and getting old.

His best friend was always like that, anyways. Full of life. That’s what they were.

Not him. Not Mitsuba.

Mitsuba was as bitter as his best friend’s brother.

Sad and depressed, sullen, bland, a struggle. A burden.

Mistuba wasn’t meant to be friends with that person he met three years ago. He knows it. It wasn’t fate. His best friend had faith in their relationship, that’s how they kept interacting.

The interactions got less awkward. They did everything together as they got through school and met new people along with his best friend’s brother.

His best friend’s brother wasn’t a fan of him. He knows that the brother secretly hated him. For what reason? He didn’t know.

He knows that the brother hated him because he’d always give him a bland look, they’d avoid him, make his best friend avoid him, try to minimize his best friend’s and his hangouts, ecsatra.

He was still cool with him, he just figured the brother was some jealous and insecure guy, since his best friend said the brother didn’t have many friends. Didn’t want any either.

His best friend was his best friend for a reason.

They always said Sousuke was just as optimistic and sunny as them, even more than them.

Just as carefree, confident, euphoric, helpful, and could treat beings with their kindness if he tried.

He believed them. He believed every word his best friend said and would say whenever they both had long calls at night, or when he would cry his heart out at them, accusing them of caring too much while they continued to do so.

To them, Mistuba and Sousuke were completely different people.

They said Mitsuba was his father’s last name.

Sousuke was the name their mother gave him. Just as she gave him life. Even if it meant messing with a petty thing like his father.

Mitsuba was full of grudges. Sousuke was full of life.

Mitsuba Sousuke regrets believing.

Because now he was only Mitsuba.

He left his destiny just like his father left his responsibilities of being a father.

Or maybe this was destined.

Maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe Mistuba was meant to meet the weird, obnoxious kid in detention. Maybe they were supposed to forge a bond and spend the rest of their three years of living together. Mistuba was supposed to turn into Sousuke.

Then he relapsed.

And maybe he was supposed to love his best friend too much. Care too much. Do anything for them.

That’s how he ended up here.

God didn’t make mistakes.

This wasn’t a mistake.

He was supposed to be foolish and risk a precious thing such as life all in the name of saving a stranger who he thought was his friend.

Mitsuba fell into the pit. And took Sousuke with him.

He felt bad.

Now his best friend wouldn’t be able to see neither Mitsuba nor Sousuke.

His best friend said they loved both sides.

Now they were only going to mourn.

So were his two other favorite people.

Mitsuba felt like the same flowers that he laid in were shoved down, clogging his throat.

He couldn’t speak.

He was able to mutter though.

“I’m sorry stranger. I’m sorry bestie. I’m sorry mother. I’m sorry brother.”

This wasn’t his best friend who’s name started with a T.

He couldn’t remember their name.

Even before his consciousness slipped.

Death had their arms wrapped around his throat now.

His best friend, his mother and brother would beg for life to save him.

To save Mitsuba and Sousuke.

But he wished it never did.

He didn’t deserve it.

He could only want it more.

If it meant gracing the presence of the people who made his life full.

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HOPE Y’ALL LIKED THE CHAPTER!

THIS WILL PROBABLY PROGRESS.

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how DID you become a max girlie ? ❤️

This accidentally turned very long-winded so it’s going under a read more. TLDR: I consumed all content of Daniel I could get my hands on, which naturally included a ton of Max, and he really struck me as just a weird little guy that I wanted to put in a glass jar and shake around. Related, this tiktok makes my heart burst with fondness and it explains a lot of the “I just want to perform science experiments on him and keep him fed and warm” attitude I have towards him.

It started with the on the sofa videos. He was so funny and lively, and I was extremely confused why everyone made him out to be this soulless robot. He’s clearly very passionate and serious about what matters to him (racing), but he’s just a completely normal, fun guy. Maybe his personality isn’t for everyone - he’s not going to fake nice and he doesn’t have the same universal charisma that someone like Daniel does, but he’s so funny and entertaining in a more subtle way. Daniel constantly talking about how Max is unintentionally funny is exactly it. Max is so himself, unshakeable and matter-of-fact with a little bit of goofiness and inappropriate jokes. Also, the way Max is so unimpressed by fame and celebrity is so refreshing. He doesn’t give a fuck about status, he cares if you’ll listen to his stories about his cats or play iracing with him or indulge his long-winded explanations about every nuance of the car. It’s nice to see how utterly unaffected he is by the fame.

I was already becoming turned around on him around winter-time with all this content, but I didn’t know how I’d feel about him going into a season. I started watching some old races, and he was so much fun to watch. Then I made the potentially poor choice to search “Max Verstappen” on tiktok and oooo boy. I came out of that three hours later in a fog of fondness and that weird kind of protective attraction that first strikes a lesbian’s heart when she’s about to add another little guy to her eclectic collection of celebrity men.

I’m not used to individual sports since I only watch team ones, but I became really obsessed with Max’s drive and determination to win without apology. It’s so much fun - I can’t believe people hate him for Brazil. That shit was both petty and deserved. He has his morals and beliefs and he will stand by them, and he’s not rolling over for his teammate who was happy to screw him over. I wasn’t a Max fan then, but I was so thrown off by the outrage and hatred for him. Even if we didn’t know it was about Monaco, Max takes racing so seriously. I know he wouldn’t fuck around in a race and have had these talks with the team beforehand if it wasn’t for a legitimately founded reason. I think people just want to think the worst of him at all costs.

Then I became extra endeared from his documentary. That man loves racing so much that he puts up with the utter bullshit he has to deal with every race weekend - he seemed so stressed by crowds, extra interviews, etc. He’s not here for that and doesn’t want to put on this show. He just wants to drive. And then at home and with his family, he was so soft and funny. There were so many fun little nuggets of information (Max having a Harley? Okay, slay). Of course, the cat bits were deeply important as well. It’s obvious how much his childhood affected him, even when he usually laughs off what his dad put him through or avoids discussing how he grew up largely without his mom and sister. I found him a really resilient person who became a talented driver and genuinely kind-hearted person in spite of Jos’ shit.

I love that he doesn’t put on an act with the media. I am so sick of the same platitudes, the recycled and sickly sweet and fake ways to talk around shit. I think f1 in general is way better for getting real, raw quotes (I cannot emphasize enough how fucking unbearably boring hockey pressers are. If you get a coach saying a ref did a bad job, he’s getting fined and the whole hockey world will debate it for three days). But Max in particular doesn’t hide his contempt for their bullshit and tells it how it is. It’s so funny to watch him put people in their place.

Also: cat dad. Cat dad. Cat dad!!! Very important quality to me. I know people joke about cat dads being a green flag, but they really are. Max is so sweet with his little demons. He’s also so soft and kind to children, always making time for them (which is bare minimum human decency obviously, but it’s very cute how good he is with them as well. He really engages with them and gets down to their level and understands their boundaries well - like with that girl at silverstone who was very obviously overwhelmed and shy, and he talked with her while very carefully keeping his distance to make sure she was comfortable and felt safe and had a good experience).

In sum: there was no one moment where a light bulb just went on, but he grew on me so much the more I learned about him. It’s so much fun being a Max fan (and I don’t just mean winning, though that’s very fun after being a long-suffering fan of a cruel flop hockey team). The community of Max fans is so much fun, just celebrating all his weirdness and bad habits, and genuinely loving and embracing him for all his track terrorism and obvious hatred of the f1 circus. I’ve never seen so many people talk about wanting to eat a man (his love handles and thighs are that good though, very true). Letting myself actually learn about him and love him instead of trying to conform to the peer f1blr pressure to hate on him once I realized there might be something more to him (even when half those people seem to secretly consume and enjoy content with him anyway while pretending they can’t stand any part of him) is the best thing I’ve ever done.

#um #this got very long-winded christ #i’m so sorry #long post #ask

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Hi! Welcome to the classic F1 fandom :) What’s your top 5 when it comes to the classic drivers?

~ 1982driverstrike ❤️🏁

hey, thank you for the ask and warm welcome! it's hard to narrow it down to just five so i just answered with my top 5 classic WDC winners :)

5. jim clark. they didn't call him best of the best for nothing! the tiny scot really had such a fascinating driving style — silky and smooth, while really going at it with the throttle, braking and overcoming understeer while keeping a cool head is really admirable. apparently one of jim's favourite tracks was the nurburgring, which would've fazed most other drivers, especially considering how those cars were just metal coffins with engines and wheels. the driver with the most grand chelems to date (8), he was classy, endearing and legendary, and i wish i could've seen him race in person.

4. nigel mansell. daring, speedy and absolutely iconic (whoever says that moustache is ugly, fight me). although i think he should've won more than one world championship due to bad luck, il leone was a great talent both in and out of f1, where he managed to beat or level equal with WDCs in the same machinery. the last driver to be personally selected by il commendatore, he is the only driver to hold f1's WDC title and indycar championship at the same time, nigel adapted crazy fast to oval racing, taking pole and winning his first race. outside of the track, he was playful yet perseverant, overcoming injuries to race multiple times during his career (including the start of 1992, with a broken left foot) and enduring the pain. he strikes me as a really funny and cool driver to hang out with.

3. niki lauda. from his talents in setting up and fine-tuning the car, along with his raw speed and logical strategy displayed in rush really intrigued me. this is the man who (mostly) single-handledly brought the scuderia their first WDC in almost a decade, came back from death after the horrible crash at the nurburgring, organised the 1982 drivers' strike with peroni and pipped prost by half a point during 1984 by driving more consistently throughout the season... there's nothing not fantastic about niki. not to mention the iconic red cap he wore.

2. ayrton senna. the man, the myth, the legend to many drivers and fans. although not as saintly as the senna documentary would have portrayed him as, the passion and fire with which he drove really put him (in my opinion) as a cut above the rest of the grid. there's not much to say without regurgitating what others have said before, but he was a dazzling, showstopping driver in every sense of the word. ayrton was uncompromising and resilient, especially in the wet when so many would struggle. you could tell he really had a heart and conviction for everything he cared for; his loved ones, driving (and winning), God, and of course, Brazil.

1. alain prost. short king and the guy who could've been an even bigger legend. after all, he was only 12.5 points from winning 8 WDCs, a mind-blowing, insane statistic. the professor went toe-to-toe with WDC winners like niki, ayrton, keke and future ones like damon and nigel, and outscored them/won frequently. when he retired, he was ranked first in most wins, points, podiums, and second in poles and championships. he may have been the opposite of ayrton with his methodical and rational driving style, but alain (in my opinion) is one of the more underrated multi world champions who didn't deserve the bad rep he got from a certain documentary.

#really hesitated on where to place ayrton and niki #it was a really close one partially because i didn't want to break up prosenna #might reevaluate later but happy with the answer as is #classic f1 #jim clark #nigel mansell #niki lauda #ayrton senna #alain prost #📨

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penelopwgarcia · 8 months

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fun fact: this is the end of winter

I'm melting on the floor and it's FUCKING AUGUST (I'm from south hemisphere if it's not clear enough) and TODAY I'm complaining about one of the uNcOmMOn phenomenon of nature that coincidentally started when Earth's temperature have risen but that can be just a coincidence (and I said uNcOmMOn because that fucker appear EVERY SINGLE YEAR

So for those who is not familiar with basic concepts of well- wind, here's a photo I took from google that shows just what we need to know

So if you miss class or just don't remember it cold air and warm air are responsible for climate changes and can result in rain to hurricanes. But what we need to pay attention to are the Trade Winds which - among other things that are not important right now - is responsible to "move" warm water from South America to Australia and usually it keeps the climate cold on South America and as a trade it gives fish season on the Pacific coast. The El Nino changes it completely because it's basically the total vanishing of the Trade Winds. We don't fucking know why (well at least as far as I study this fucker we don't know why).

Oh and fun fact I mentioned fish season because the whole thing was first noticed exactly by fishermen when they noticed there were more sharks than fish.

But not only it makes the fish "vanish" they actually just swim in cold water which is usually more deep when this phenomenon happen this MOTHERFUCKER happens to make winter WARM because South America, especially the southern of Brazil, doesn't has a desert because of what we call "winged rivers" (or something like that I just translated and honestly I'm not in the mood to go search how we actually name it on English) that basically are ridiculously enormous amount of humidity coming from Amazon Rainforest that supposedly keeps the weather steady and not Saara Desert Level of Dry AND we usually have those by the summer when it rains by the end of the day IF NOT FOR THAT STUPID LITTLE SHIT I'M TALKING ABOUT THAT CREATES A FUCKING ENVIRONMENT TO RAINS ALL YEAR aaaaand if this isn't a problem enough where it supposed to be raining this season it isn't - so basically we get a whole year of warm humid weather in one part and warm dry weather in another. And as I said, if that was an occasional phenomenon we could manage it BUT IT HAPPEN EVERY YEAR. (Oh and also - he has a sister. Yeah. There's a La Nina but I don't know much about it so I can't say much.)

And if this whole ass rant isn't enough to measure my fucking discontent with this shit weather here's a actual image of El Niño

the river of blood in question is the little noisy fucker.

#im sorry for my typos i know theres plenty but im PISSED OFF #ITS TOO HOT FOR THIS SEASON #oh.#oh did i mention that we may not even have A WINTER SEASON ANYMORE??#el niño #geography #im not a geographer btw #i do have a major on it tho #four years of college and all i can remember is this FUCKER #random #tw long post #tw language #i dont even know how to tag tjis #high use of curse words

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Here's what I got for Christmas for 2022.

I got Diary of a Wimpy Kid Diper Overlode, a Sonic Unleashed Suitcase if I were to put something in. I got an Isabelle muchi muchi pillow. Which I was gonna get a Tails one, but didn't have it. Speaking of Tails, I got a Tails Plushie and even got a Knuckles one as well since I have like a 2003 version of the Knuckles Plush from like Sonic X or something. I got two Pikachu Plushies that are summer themed since Summer is my favorite season. Like I got the one with the hat and the one with the blue hibiscuit, since I remember seeing the Pikachu Plushies like that at GameStop since I didn't know GameStop can sell merchandise like plushies and clothes and other misc stuff since it usually sells Video games. Cause I have been to GameStop for many years every time I want to go and buy a video game. And for video games, I got 3 Switch games and a PlayStation 4 and a PlayStation 5 game. For PlayStation 5, I got Destruction All-stars and for PlayStation 4, I got Need for Speed Hot Pursuit Remastered, since I do love Need for Speed a lot since it is my favorite Racing game I can play. But for Destruction All-stars however, I'll give the game a shot just depends if I have enough memory on my PlayStation 5 until I get a SSD Hard Drive that can get them all in. For Switch, I got Kirby Star Allies which I'll be playing until I get Kirby and the Forgotten Land, which would be bizarre if I had to get 2 Copies like one for me and one for my sister. Cause my sister does want to try that game out too. I got Pokemon Scarlet cause I know if some people have Pokemon Violet, I might play with others especially if I want to battle or trade. And avoid any of the glitchy parts until they decide to update the game. Next I got a Mario Party Superstars game which I have played Super Mario Party with other people including like my sisters played it and same for people online, which I should give it a shot with playing Mario Party Online since it isn't fun when playing multiplayer games by yourself. I got a Bluey cup like if I were getting a small drink like Hot Chocolate or something warm. And for Bluey in a Christmas special, what's confusing is that Bluey celebrates Christmas in the Summer. That's cause in the Summer Hemisphere like Brazil, Australia, New Zealand Etc. Bluey does come from the Country, Australia cause the seasons are a lot different compared to the Northern Hemisphere. I got a PlayStation 5 Controller in Red since I do enjoy some of the different colors of the controllers. And if my White Controller is low on Batteries, I can always charge it and use a different controller. And if they're both fully charged, I'm sure I can invite a friend over and play a 2 player game as well as for having either my brother or Sisters playing with me. I got some new Pure Bass Wireless Bluetooth Headphones like the JBL Brand, now I can still use some Noise Cancelling stuff so no sounds would ever bother me like if i were sleeping or wanting to listen to music while not being interrupted for anything not important. And finally, I got a Sonic Unleashed Suitcase like if I were going to put something in it like pencils or bookmarks and stuff. And I got some Sonic theme socks which are from the Sequel to the Live Action Sonic Movie even though I haven't seen it yet, which I should if I want to watch it on Hulu or Paramount+ I also got these Animal Crossing Amiibo Cards from Series 5, but they're so small that my mom said they still work. But I have to test them when I get the chance. And that's all the Presents I got for This year's Christmas. I hope everyone will have a Merry Christmas.

People I tagged @bryan360 @murumokirby360 @rafacaz4lisam2k4 and @alexander1301

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what are some cheap perfumes that are popular now in the us?? is there like one affordable perfume that every girl is wearing

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(affordable perfume anon) preferrably one that isn't from a celebrity or a dupe house (it can be a dupe but not explicitly) sorry if i'm asking for too much 😭😭😭

You're good! I went on the Sephora and Ulta websites (the most popular beauty stores in the US) and looked to see what their least expensive bestsellers are.

From Sephora:

The Sol de Janerio Brazilian Crush Fragrance and Body Mists were super popular and super affordable. The goal of the Sol de Janerio lines are to capture the beauty of Brazil in their products. The Cheirosa ’40 Bom Dia scent was the most popular. It's sultry, delicate, and sophisticated, with notes of black amber plum, vanilla woods, and jasmine blooms. The Cheirosa ’62 Bum Bum scent was the second most popular. It's irresistible and sunny, with notes of salted caramel, pistachio and vanilla. But you can't really go wrong with this line- all of their scents sell super well and are only $38USD for 240 mL.

Glossier You is the other standout from Sephora, either in the perfume ($64USD for 50ml) or the solid ($30USD for 3g). It's a scent that's supposed to be the "ultimate personal fragrance" because it smells a little different on everyone. It's key notes are pink Pepper, iris, and abrox, and it's designed to be soft, warm, and familiar.

Finally, Melrose Place by Ouai is also a good option. It's a velvety-rich rose fragrance has hints of bergamot, lychee, cedarwood, and white musk that "smells like LA sunsets and valet parking." It's $64USD for 50 mL.

From Ulta:

Dans Les Bois by Dime is probably the best option I found here. It's a "feminine, bold, and intoxicating" scent with notes of blood orange, lemon, jasmine, lavender, saffrom, sage, amber, wood, leather, and vanilla. It was in their top 25 most popular scents and is $48USD for 50 mL.

Philosophy's line was pretty good here as well - Amazing Grace and Fresh Cream Warm Cashmere were both pretty popular and are $50-60 for 60mL. Amazing Grace is "appropriate, soft and feminine" with notes of bergamot, muguet blossoms, and musk. Fresh Cream Warm Cashmere is indulgent with notes of tangerine, cashmere wood orchid, vanilla bean, creamy sandalwood, and skin musk.

For what it's worth, two most popular here were celebrity scents: Ariana Grande's Cloud perfume and Billie Eilish's Eilish perfume. Overall, Ulta's offerings were kind of unimpressive when it comes to bang for your buck. Most of the perfumes it offers are designer perfumes at $60-$70 for 30 mL. A few of those that were popular are Angel by Mugler, Ocean di Gioia by Armani, Bright Crystal by Versace, Idôle by Lancome, and Clinique Happy by Clinique.

Overall, if you're looking for an affordable perfume that every girl in the US is wearing and that's not season-specific, I think Glossier You is your best bet. For me, it's one of the perfumes that comes to mind when I think of girls who are trendy and cool.

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The rainy season was not to be taken lightly. An afternoon here caught without an umbrella, a night there with still damp hair, a couple days lazing about, the results brought back some memories for both Kageyama and Hinata.

Who can fly on sick wings?

WARNINGS: HQ MANGA SPOILERS, panic attacks, references to self-harm,

NOTES: This was a random gift for a great friend on twitter. This fic is the baby of our shared beloved headcanon of fever trauma.

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Shouyou desperately missed the sunny and warm beaches of Rio. All those months in near perfect weather desensitized him to the cold bitter windy days of Japan's rainy season. He underestimated just how much rain could fall at once. He took for granted the idea of gravity as rain pelted him from all directions, chilling him to the bone. He was wet when he got to practice more often than not, he was wet when he got home just as often.

"Glad Tobio is away a few days. All this rain is exhausting. Listening to his lectures would kill me." Hinata muttered to the empty apartment.

He scurried to the bathroom, peeling off his clothes. He grimaced at the wet plop his shirt made on the floor. He hung them to drip-dry, not wanting to worry about the musty smell if he put them in the laundry. 'Bath? No. I'm tired.' Shouyou considered the tub but instead pulled out pj's to get ready for bed. 'Shouyou, remember to dry your hair. You'll catch a cold.' He could hear his mother's voice in his head. He ignored it. This wasn't the first day this week he went to bed with wet hair, won't be the last. He never can remember to grab his umbrella. He snuggled into his pillows with a half formed thought about texting Tobio but was asleep almost immediately.

Shouyou woke up the next morning, sluggish and dazed. He blinked a few times to get his vision to focus. He got ready for practice, praying the dry but overcast day held until he got to the gym. He eyed up the fridge but with no appetite, he just continued on his way. He pulled out his phone on the train, seeing a simple goodnight text from Tobio.

Tobio! Good morning. The rainy season is no joke. It's been a week and I already want to go back to Brazil. Shouyou texted him back also apologizing for not texting him good night.

Morning, Shou. I told you two weeks ago and every day since. The rainy season was starting. I told you to start carrying an umbrella. Dumbass. Tobio responded. I get it though. Italy was so nice but Rio was on a totally different level. Maybe we can plan a trip to Okinawa.

Shouyou smiled at his phone. I'd love that. When are you coming back? He was walking into the practice gym, not paying much attention to his surroundings.

"Today. The promo was done faster than expected. Now, hurry. You were almost late. Bokuto's been looking for you." Tobio said from inside the door.

"Okay! Toss to me later, okay?" Shouyo beamed, batting his eyelashes.

"Always. Dumbass. Now go. We'll catch up at home." Tobio ignored the warmth in his cheeks, trying not to look at Shouyou for too long. Tobio refused to watch him walk away, instead heading over to Ushijima to request some receiving practice.

An hour later, Tobio is paying minimal attention to the receiving practice he requested. Almost all of his attention is on Shouyou, who is trying to prefect Bokuto's cross-court spike with Atsumu setting for them. He was near completely certain he was right, and as such had some medical supplies delivered to their shared apartment already. He didn't notice Iwaizumi and Ushijima joining him in his staring.

"My joints hurt today. Ugh. Must be the weather." Shouyou was saying. Tobio shook his head, his stare transforming into a glare.

"Tobio? Everything okay? You're staring more than usual." Iwaizumi said. The three of them watch Shouyou twist and turn, trying to find some relief from the aches and pains.

"Yes, Kageyama. You are rarely this distracted." Ushijima agreed.

"There is something wrong with Shouyo." Tobi watched as he caught his breath. "Watch him. Closely."

Shouyo mimicked the motion Bokuto made before getting into spiking position. Atsumu gave the ball an easy set, and the member of the JNT watched as Shouyou missed. He landed, arms out the side for balance in a way he hadn't needed to since high school.

"He looks fine. A little off, but he is learning a new spike. That is to be expected." Ushijima said, seemingly unconcerned.

"Maybe you're just jealous. He is still your spiker. Atsumu can't steal him away. I heard him beg you for some tosses earlier." Iwaizumi joked. "I know you are soulmates or whatever but don't worry. Atsumu has his eye on someone else."

"What? No. Everyone but Sakusa knows Atsumu is literally head over heels for him. I am not jealous. I know Shouyou is my spiker. There is never any doubt about that. He wouldn't have moved to Brazil for two years for nothing." Tobio paused. "What do you mean soulmates? We may be best friends, but soulmates?" Tobio consciously lowered his voice, aware he had gotten louder the longer he talked. "Nothing more than that." The others ignored the wistfulness in his voice, both pining after people in their own lives.

Tobio shook himself. "Watch. He's achy and tense. He isn't jumping as high due to that. His take offs are wrong entirely. His breathing is shallow and rapid. He wobbles on his landings. He hasn't needed to brace for balance like that in years." Tobio explained. He didn't notice the looks of exasperation thrown his way. "He is definitely sick." Tobio could hear the shake in his own voice. He was frozen, eyes distant and glazed. 'I can't lose him too.' Tobio blinked back into awareness, ignore the creeping tendrils of panic up his spine. He hurried across the gym, stopping next to Bokuto gaze never leaving Shouyou.

Shouyou was starting another spike, he made contact, almost duplicating Bokuto's spike according to the loud cheers from Tobio's side. As he landed Tobio rushed forward, bracing him as he stumbled. "Tobio, are you ready to toss to me yet?"

"Toss to you? No. I can feel your fever through my clothes. You have to be a complete and utter dumbass, right? That is the only way that you are seriously putting your team through this again." Tobio ranted. "I can feel you trembling. I can hear the wheeze in your breathing."

"I'm sorry." Shouyou sagged in Tobio's arms, legs weak. "You may be right. I was fine when I got here. I little groggy but I thought some exercise might clear that up."

Tobio tightened his grip, biting back words he knew would be too harsh right now. The tendrils of panic were creeping along his shoulders, down his arms, fingertips tingling. "Iwaizumi, can you get a doctor? I am hoping it is just a cold, or maybe bronchitis but I am worried it could be pneumonia." The symptoms were eerily similar. He remembered his grandfather playing volleyball with him, and having to cut it shorter and shorter as his lungs grew weaker and weaker. A wheeze on every exhale. A weakness in his limbs. The rumble of a nebulizer in futile effort to bring his lungs back to working order.

"Tobio. Look at me. Talk to me." Shouyou reached up, hand cupping his friend's cheek. "I can't help if you won't talk to me."

"I can't talk to you right now. I am angry and scared and worried." Tobio tried to take some deep breaths, but they weren't as smooth as usual. "Tobio. Tobio. Hey, hey. Tobio, look right at me." Shouyou pulled them down to their knees, holding Tobio's face in both hands. "Look at me. Don't worry. I'm fine. I need you to list things you can see, please." Shouyou continued.

"Atsumu's hair. The gym floor. Bokuto's sneakers. Ushijima's shorts. Your eyes." Tobio listed. His breaths still shaky as his hands.

"Good. Good. Take a deep breath with me, okay?" Shouyou grabbed one hand pressing it to his chest. He took a few slow breaths until Tobio seemed able to catch the rhythm. "Doing great Tobio. Now do you want to talk to me?" Shouyou offered.

"I don't know if I can. I am beyond pissed off." Tobio tried to bite his tongue but like flood gates opened, stopping the tirade was no longer an option. "The Olympics are 6 months. You are sick. If it is pneumonia, that can be weeks out and all that conditioning lost. You once again but yourself before the team and let them down. Is this a preference of yours? You like working your ass off for a big game and then blowing it in the last set? Taking care of yourself is volleyball too. I thought you learned that lesson in our first year. No instead you get sick, and I could lose you again. I don't want to stand on this court without you. I want you by my side for the rest of our lives." Tobio finally ran out of steam, panting slightly as he realized how terribly he just spoke to his best friend, the person he has been in love with for years.

Shouyou bit his lip, not wanting to cry. Able to remember every second of their first national game as a team. Coach Ukai and Takeda-Sensei telling him he has to be benched due to his fever. Him begging and crying "I can still fly!" The bitter taste of defeat on his tongue. He shook himself, trying to focus not on the past but the present. Tobio needed him.

The team was staring at him, silent. Shouyou's lip wavering like he was going to cry. "Shouyou, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. That was a terrible way to deal with this. There was no reason to yell at you.

Tobio felt his breath catch and the trembling start in his fingers again.

"Shouyou didn't mean to get sick. Accidents happen." Bokuto tried to lessen the tension.

"Tobio. My Tobio. Yama-Yama. I love you too. I know you are worried. But I have cold. Nothing like Kazuyo. I won't lie, you hurt me. But I'm fine. I don't plan on going anywhere you can't follow me anytime soon. I am standing on that world stage with you. We both will be on the court the longest. I know what happened to your grandfather still haunts you. It always will, but I am here now. And I plan to stay. It doesn't matter if it is a cold, or pneumonia or anything else, cause I want you taking care of me for the rest of our lives too." Shouyou beamed at him. Tobio felt the chill in his bones melt away under its power.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell like that." Tobio gasped out. "It all came back. He was stiff and sore and then he had a cough, and it never went away. They tried a lot to help him get back to playing condition but eventually even walking was too exerting for his lungs. He just grew weaker and weaker." Tobio gripped Shouyou's shirt with all his strength. "You are right though. I am in love with you. Have been since high school. You've always been smarter than me in everything, especially emotions."

"I just paid attention. I didn't really believe it until after the Adlers/Jackals match. It all kinda clicked then." Shouyou laughed brightly. The sound easing Tobio's stress instantly.

"Shouyou, seriously though. How did you get sick?" Tobio asked, he pulled a bit on his shirt, plopping down on the floor with Shouyou's weight pressing into his ribs.

I was caught in the rain one time too many. I went to bed with my hair more often than not. I stayed in bed most of the time you were in Miyagi last week. I haven't really been dry or warm since before the rainy season. I've been feeling some tightness in my chest for a few days but ignored it, I was still able to breathe. I figured it would get worked out of my system but then I just kept getting wet. I think it really hit me today. I was feeling yucky when I got up, but it eased when I started practicing. But then it got pretty bad. I was going to go home right before you threw a big fit about it." Shouyou winked to show he was joking. Tobio huffed against his temple.

"We really need to work on you taking better care of yourself. This is not good for my health. How did you survive in Rio without me?" Tobio sighed.

"Didn't really. I worked and practiced. I would be so busy I would miss meals and be so tired I could barely sleep. Some days I was so homesick it made me physically ill. I would cry some days unitil I vomited. I really didn't learn much about taking care of myself. Volleyball came first. I refused to fall further behind." Shouyou said. He was standing up, holding a hand out to help Tobio up like he dind't just turn his world upside down with his confession. "I didn't really do it on purpose. Just some days, living was hard and volleyball was easy." Shouyou shrugged. "Come on silly-yama. I see Iwaizumi coming."

"Okay. You're okay now?" Tobio asked. The heaviness of his gaze telling Shouyou exactly what he meant.

"I could never be mad at you for long. You're forgiven." Shouyou smacked a kiss to his cheek. "Yes, I am. Because I have you. Now and forever."

"Absolutely ridiculous. Did I miss the confession? Damn." Iwaizumi shook his head. "Come on. The doctor wants to see you. You need a chest x ray and then we will discuss treatment. And since Tobio is now your live-in boyfriend, he should hear it too. One of you needs to know what to do." The team could hear the fondness in his voice even with the half-hearted glare he wore.

Two long weeks later of antibiotics and breathing treatments and nagging and rest, exactly zero members of the JNT were surprised that Shouyou was back to 100 percent and practically foaming at the mouth to play again. They were even less surprised at the matching gold bands the two of them wore on their left hands and the request for Shouyou's Jersey to read Kageyama S.. The day they came back to practice married and shyly requesting matching jerseys was unproductive. The team spent the first hour teasing the two of them.

"You guys move fast. Damn." Atsumu joked.

"Technically all it takes is a form submitted to city hall. We decided on a reception after the Olympics. We talked about it a lot while we were off. It just made sense." Shouyou explained.

The second hour was spent debating where they all should go to celebrate. When they got to the restaurant, the evening was spent debating which day was best for the reception. Bokuto was trying to bring up Tobio's spirits about the whole matter but was failing at every turn. Atsumu watched for a moment, "Why should I care? We are already married." "Tobio, that's no fun."

He turned to Shouyou. "Shou-Kun. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Shouyou turned to give his full attention.

"Was it worth it?" Atsumu asked.

"My situation is a bit different from yours' Tsum-Tsum. We've been together for a long time, we had settled into each other's lives in a way that most people found disconcerting. You and Sakusa-san, are aware of each other and that is a start." Shouyou said. "My answer, Atsumu? Yes. It is worth it."

"Are you ready to go?" Tobio interjected. Shouyou nodded standing up. His hand immediately grabbed and brought to Tobio's mouth, where he lightly kissed the ring before tucking Shouyou under his arm, pressing another kiss to his temple.

Atsumu watched them walk away, the others having left as well. "Ready to go? I'll walk you home?" Kiyoomi offered tentatively.

"I'd like that, Omi. I'd really like that." Atsumu saw the corners of Kiyoomi's eyes crinkle, a sign he was smiling under the mask. The two of them left the restaurant, hand in hand.

Shouyou turned to face the direction they were going after watching Atsumu and Sakusa walk off together. He admired the moonlight highlighting Tobio's features. "For the record, I didn't mean to confess when I got sick at practice. I'm sorry too, for triggering you. I didn't think what me being sick would do to you." Shouyou squeezed Tobio's hand.

"The timing could have been better. But I'm not mad it happened. I finally got you. How could I be mad about that? I'm sorry I yelled at you. That was out of hand." Tobio said. "Honestly looking back at everything, I almost feel like we would have gotten to this point eventually."

"What like soulmates?" Shouyou laughed, pulling Tobio behind him.

"Maybe." Tobio smiled, letting Shouyou pull them to their apartment, where they got ready and cuddled in bed, enjoying the beginning of the rest of their lives, together, in sickness and in health.

#haikyuu!!#kagehina #sick fic #hq manga spoilers #post timeskip #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyuo

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The Ultimate Guide to Shoulder Season Travel: Best Places to Visit by Month

Traveling during the shoulder season is a savvy way to explore the world. These periods, nestled between the peak and off-peak times, offer travelers the best of both worlds: favorable weather, thinner crowds, and often, a gentler hit to the wallet. Each month unveils unique destinations where the conditions are just right for adventure, cultural immersion, and relaxation. Here's a comprehensive month-by-month guide to planning your travels in the shoulder season, ensuring you get the most out of every trip.

Embark on a Journey Through Seasons and Continents

January: A Southern African Adventure

Kick off the year with the warmth of Southern Africa. South Africa basks in its summer glory, making it perfect for beach lovers and wildlife enthusiasts. Botswana's green season paints the landscapes with life, offering spectacular safari experiences, while Namibia's milder desert climate allows for comfortable exploration of its otherworldly terrains.

February: Southeast Asian Wonders

February is the time to wander through Southeast Asia. From the cool but pleasant north of Vietnam to the dry and sunny south, the weather is inviting. Cambodia and Thailand offer clear skies for temple touring and island hopping, while Singapore shines with urban explorations minus the peak holiday throngs.

March: Blossoms and Autumn Hues

Witness Japan's iconic cherry blossoms or trek Nepal's clear paths. South Korea greets spring with vibrant celebrations. Down under, New Zealand and Australia showcase the beauty of autumn, providing a cooler yet still sunny escape.

April: From Islands to Ancient Lands

April's gentle weather is perfect in the Philippines for beach enthusiasts, in Peru for the Andes explorers, across Europe for early spring charm, in Egypt for historical sojourns without the scorching heat, and in Australia for those seeking milder autumn adventures.

May: Pre-Summer Escapes

Indonesia enters its dry season, Hawaii offers near-perfect climate conditions, Nicaragua starts warming up, the Mediterranean beckons with pre-summer warmth, and Iceland extends its daylight for endless exploration.

June: Cultural Riches and Natural Splendors

Experience Turkey and Georgia in their warm embrace, perfect for delving into history and nature. Costa Rica and El Salvador showcase their lush landscapes and biodiversity in the green season.

July: Monsoon Magic

India, Sri Lanka, and the Maldives offer a different perspective with the monsoon season—lush landscapes, fewer crowds, and unique travel deals.

August: Central Asian Charm

Explore the heart of the Silk Road in Kyrgyzstan, Uzbekistan, and Kazakhstan, where comfortable summer weather makes for an ideal exploration of ancient cities and stunning vistas.

September: Fall's Early Glories

The Dolomites, Mexico, Canada, Norway, and the Mediterranean are spectacular in September, with mild weather perfect for outdoor activities and enjoying the early signs of autumn.

October: A Kaleidoscope of Experiences

From the autumnal charm of Western Europe to the diverse climates of Brazil and the United States, and the beginning of the dry season in Colombia, Thailand, and Laos, October offers a palette of travel experiences.

November: Adventures and Explorations

As the year winds down, Morocco and Egypt cool down but remain sunny, Nicaragua and Patagonia burst with life, and Jordan and Oman invite desert explorations.

December: Winter Wonders and Tropical Retreats

Eastern Europe dazzles with festive spirit and snowy landscapes, while Kenya and Tanzania are prime for safaris. Panama and Guatemala offer a warm escape from the winter chill.

Wrapping Up the Year with Unforgettable Journeys

Traveling during the shoulder season allows for a deeper connection with the destinations, free from the constraints of peak tourist periods. Each month offers a gateway to diverse cultures, climates, and experiences. By choosing your destinations wisely based on the time of year, you can enjoy all the benefits of off-peak travel without compromising on the experience. From the cherry blossoms of Japan to the ancient wonders of Egypt, and from the green landscapes of Central America to the festive markets of Eastern Europe, there's a world waiting to be explored, with each month revealing its own unique charm. So pack your bags, and let's set off on a year-long adventure that promises the beauty of the world in the shoulder season.

MICHAEL SHANE STEPHENS Curated Global Travel An affiliate of Protravel [email protected] 310.691.7461 curatedglobaltravel.com

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 11 months

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Replanting the Amazon could slow global warming. Here’s why it’s hard

Milton da Costa Junior nosed his pickup through a remote stretch of the western Brazilian Amazon to check on his babies. The nonprofit organization he works for, Rioterra, has planted millions of young trees in the rainforest as part of an effort to reforest woodland decimated by illegal logging and ranching in the area.

As the Toyota lumbered towards a ramshackle wooden bridge on the way back to the town of Machadinho d’Oeste in Rondônia state, Da Costa said two masked men on motorcycles sped past him, then blocked his way.

One of the men drew a revolver, Da Costa said, and delivered a message: Stop planting trees.

Local authorities said the September 2021 incident, which Da Costa outlined in a police report that was reviewed by Reuters, is being investigated. No suspects have been identified.

Threats are just one of the challenges facing Rioterra and other environmental groups around the world pursuing a seemingly simple fix for the climate crisis: replanting denuded forests. These projects, science suggests, could help slow global warming by trapping carbon dioxide in living trees. Such efforts also could restore wildlife habitats and help protect threatened species. In the Amazon, it would also safeguard the atmospheric moisture that rolls off the rainforest and carries showers to faraway fields and reservoirs.

But in Brazil, many farmers who have carved livelihoods out of the rainforest fear that environmental groups want to push them out. Tree-planting groups, meanwhile, have struggled to cultivate some native trees on a mass scale. Seasonal flooding, fires – even arson – are perpetual worries.

Then there is money. Ecologists hope to protect the Amazon from a so-called tipping point – when so much land is cleared that the ecosystem can no longer sustain itself as rainforest and dries out into a degraded savanna. To do that, forest restoration needs to occur over a jungle area twice the size of Germany, according to Carlos Nobre, one of Brazil’s most prominent climate scientists. The price tag: more than $20 billion, he estimates.

Replanting efforts in Brazil so far are modest operations, albeit rapidly growing ones, led mainly by nonprofits. Out of dozens of reforestation initiatives in the country, Rioterra and The Black Jaguar Foundation, a Brazilian-European group, are among the largest. Rioterra has reforested Amazon land approaching the size of Manhattan over the past decade and plans to more than double that by 2030, said Alexis Bastos, who manages the nonprofit’s reforestation efforts and was one of its founders. Rioterra spends about 12 million reais ($2.4 million) annually on reforestation, he said.

Black Jaguar is even more ambitious: It hopes to spend at least $3.7 billion in the next 20 years restoring a forest area the size of Lebanon. Through corporate and private donors, it has raised just 0.2% of that sum so far and planted just 0.03% of its goal.

Meanwhile, Amazon destruction continues at a furious pace. Government data show that about three soccer fields’ worth of virgin forest was cleared every minute in 2022. Illegal invaders destroy in hours what it takes Rioterra or Black Jaguar a year to plant.

#brazil #politics #brazilian politics #environmentalism #environmental justice #amazon rainforest #mod nise da silveira #image description in alt

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