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silverwhittlingknife · 11 months

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Dick Grayson & Tim Drake: Reading Guide

Once upon a time, two kids met at a circus... and the rest is history.

table of contents:

who are these losers?

what's fun about them?

why a reading guide?

how does the reading guide work? (tl;dr: there are quick recs, a selected chronological list, and a complete chronological list)

where is the spreadsheet? (x)

who are they?

Dick Grayson and Tim Drake: the first Robin and the third Robin.

Also known as the circus boy and the earnest computer geek, the hotshot and the pretender, the slighted prince and the new apprentice, the acolyte and the hanger-on, Nightwing and Robin, Batman and Robin, Batman and Red Robin, and Marcia and Cindy (BftC 3, N 110 & 119, B 617, DC 677, Detention Comics 1, R 168, RR 14).

Or as Jason calls them, "You idiots" (TT 47).

More seriously, Dick Grayson is one of the most enduring comic characters ever - he's been around since Detective Comics 38 in 1940! He's Batman's first ward, first partner, and eldest son. When Dick's parents are murdered, Bruce identifies with him, comforts him, and takes him into his home, where Dick ultimately volunteers to join his crimefighting mission. By candlelight, the Dynamic Duo swear an oath: That we two will fight together against crime and corruption and never swerve from the path of righteousness!

Tim Drake was created in Batman 436 and formally introduced in Lonely Place of Dying. He's a lonely kid who imprints on Dick when they meet as children, and Dick hugs him and promises to do a quadruple somersault for him; he's horrified and worried about Dick in the aftermath of the Graysons' murder, which he witnesses. He watches Batman comfort Dick, deduces Robin's secret identity, and becomes a secret devotee of the Dynamic Duo. Though he admires them both, it's ultimately Dick who he idolizes and tries to emulate when Bruce is spiraling: Batman needs a Robin. No matter what he thinks he wants.

Their slow-burn strangers-to-friends-to-brothers-to-antagonists-to-brothers-again arc develops from 1989 to 2011, and it's one of the standout examples of the DC Post-Crisis era's commitment to gradual character development and careful continuity.

what's fun about them?

SO MUCH!!! But one of my favorite things is their friendship has RANGE!! They go from sweet kids to tense strangers to loyal friends to brothers over the course of real-life years and tons of comics. They fight, they tease each other, they get protective, they worry, they chase each other down, they walk away... there's just so much story here.

They meet at the circus as children, when both their parents are still alive. They meet again, years later, when Bruce is reeling from Jason's death and they team up to stop him from hurting anyone. In the early days, they're brothers-in-arms and never quite family - instead, Dick is Bruce's loyal-but-estranged eldest son, and Tim is Bruce's new loyal-but-wary apprentice, with his own family and his own semi-estranged dad. The slow process of evolving toward found-family is a delight to watch.

They work together as Nightwing and Robin over four years of in-universe time and for over twenty years of real-time, gradually forging a fierce bond of friendship and, ultimately, brotherhood.

Then Bruce dies, and they have some huge fights.

But even when they're estranged, even when they're not speaking... they never stop loving and trying to protect each other. No matter what.

why a reading guide?

Quotes from New Titans 60 and Batman 441 (1989), Nightwing 25 (1998), Nightwing 69 (2002), Red Robin 1 (2009), Red Robin 12 (2010), Gates of Gotham 3 and Detective Comics 874 (2011)

I think reading guides are cool!! And somebody asked me about one!

More generally, I think reading guides are always helpful, but especially with Dick & Tim... you know, when I first started out trying to read their comics, I got kinda overwhelmed. Because on the one hand there's SO MUCH CONTENT - they're one of the classic enduring friendships in all of post-Crisis! their relationship is a HUGE BIG DEAL! they're constantly calling each other and hanging out and supporting each other and arguing!

But at the same time, all of that content is scattered across lots of different books, in Robin and Nightwing and Detective Comics and Batman and New Titans and Titans and Young Justice and Teen Titans and Shadow of the Bat and Gotham Knights and Birds of Prey and Showcase and DC Holiday Specials and so on and so forth. There's not One Definitive Place where you can read The Dick-and-Tim Story.

So: a reading guide!

how does the reading guide work?

Dick and Tim are in over 400 comics together and over 800 comics each separately. That's a whole lot of comics! So I've made a spreadsheet with three different reading guides, depending on how interested you are in these two:

1-5 Quick Recs: If you just want to check out a couple comics, check out these quick recs for "if you like fluff," "if you like angst," etc.

200 Starter Comics: If you want to do a comprehensive, chronological Dick-and-Tim read without committing to all the comics, this list has some of their major team-ups plus some solo comics so you know what the heck is going on. Most of them have a "sneak peek" you can use to decide if you want to read it.

Big List: A complete list of all the comics Dick and Tim are in, in chronological order, with links to dc.fandom and to DC Universe Infinite. It has filter views.

This spreadsheet was a labor of love, obsession, and SO MUCH PROCRASTINATING doing other things. I update it sometimes.

where is the spreadsheet?

it's here. have fun <3

#anyway sibling asked what i was working on a while back and i said that i was looking up regex formulas #so that i could create hyperlinks for a massive spreadsheet organizing a list of twenty-year-old batman comics #and sibling said ''uh. oh. okay'' and i said 'WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IT :D' and sibling declined dsfdsfdsfds #genius is never understood in its own time #i really do not know how to tag this so that i'll remember what i tagged it. guide? list? COMIC guide? comic reading order?#comic reading guide #comic recs #i guess. i got nothing #dick & tim #dick grayson #tim drake

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queenofmoons67 · 3 months

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The Surface Officers’ Spouses’ Club: An IceMav Fic

Summary: Maverick is a captain in his own right, but he’s also an admiral’s spouse. Or, five times someone else calls Maverick “Admiral Kazansky’s husband/spouse,” and the one time Maverick refers to himself as such.

Word Count: 2.6k+

Notes: Back in October / November 2023, I asked which of my Top Gun ideas I should write next, and a solid third of you chose this one! I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

This fic takes place shortly after DADT was repealed in 2010/2011.

Maverick is a captain. At the beginning of the fic, Ice is a two-star admiral / Rear Admiral, Upper Half.

Fanfic!

The first time someone addressed Maverick as “Admiral Kazansky’s husband,” he flushed red, but slipped his hand into Ice’s and squeezed. They had only been married for a month—only even been out as a couple for the two months since DADT was overturned—and it still thrilled Maverick to be able to claim Ice as his own, and to be claimed in return.

They were in love, and they could tell the whole world. The only thing Maverick wanted more was Bradley back in his life.

The second time someone addressed Maverick as “Admiral Kazansky’s husband,” he frowned, and purposefully straightened the collar of his uniform so his silver captain’s eagle caught the light. This was Captain Mitchell’s meeting, and Captain Mitchell had been a captain long before he became an admiral’s husband.

The third time someone addressed Maverick as “Admiral Kazansky’s husband,” she didn’t use the word “husband.” She came up to him in the commissary, a lipstick-red smile across a lightly sun-tanned face, blonde bob just brushing her cheeks, and said, “Hi! You’re Admiral Kazansky’s spouse, right?”

Maverick paused, and lowered his hand from where he’d been reaching for the dinosaur egg oatmeal—Bradley’s favorite, and the only kind Maverick himself could eat now after having it for years.

“That’s me,” he said, though the words came slowly. ‘Navy spouse,’ he thought, implied someone like the woman before him, left behind lamenting their husband’s deployments. Someone like Carole, who had been raising Bradley mostly on her own even before Goose died.

‘Navy spouse’ did not mean someone like Maverick, who went on deployments himself more than Ice did now.

Maverick had never been good at hiding his emotions, so his hesitation must have shown, but the woman didn’t seem deterred. Instead, her smile widened.

“Excellent! I’ve been trying to find you to ask if you’d be interested in joining the Point Loma Surface Officers’ Spouses’ Club? My name is Melissa Royce, I’m Captain Royce’s spouse, and we—”

“I’m sorry,” Maverick interrupted. “I think you have the wrong idea. I am married to Admiral Kazansky, but I’m a captain, too. I wouldn’t…”

Maverick trailed off, hands waving to try and communicate what he wouldn’t be. Belong, in a group of spouses? Know what to do, amongst a group of people who had all given up their own ambitions to support their husbands, while Maverick gave Ice more trouble than he was worth?

Melissa’s smile grew smaller, but she reached out and patted him on the arm. “Honey, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. You wouldn’t be the only officer in the group; lots of us are two-officer pairs, though heaven knows I don’t know how you do it.

“But beyond that…” She arched one eyebrow. “This is a support group, honey. For us, and for the base. How do you think it stays standing when all the sailors are deployed? How do you think it stays standing when you’re all here?”

Maverick stared at her. Somehow, he thought the protest that he was an aviator, not a sailor, would just prove her point. It hadn’t been so long since he was a young lieutenant that he’d forgotten the havoc they could wreck on shore leave.

And if Melissa really meant it, that ‘spouses’ could include ‘officers’… What did Maverick have to lose?

“When’s the next meeting?” he asked.

Maverick eased open the door to the community room, situated on the second floor of a building that also housed the base’s library, after school childcare, and a general store. It was a bit of an “everything building,” Melissa had explained, and the Point Loma Surface Officers’ Spouses’ Club—also known as PLSOSC, because apparently even Navy spouses loved their acronyms—booked the community room once a week, every Saturday morning.

Saturday, she had said, because those with kids could rely on spouses or babysitters, and those with jobs had a better chance of making the meeting on the weekend than during the work week. Mornings, she had said, because nothing got ideas flowing like free coffee and a bunch of gossipmongers.

She hadn’t specified what “ideas” they needed to come up with. Hadn’t specified much of anything beyond when and where, and that he “just needed to bring his handsome face; it’s not a potluck!”

So there Maverick was. Empty-handed, handsome face freshly shaved, handsome husband abandoned in bed on a Saturday morning, when normally they’d be taking the chance to sleep in together.

Ice hadn’t been happy about that, his hands reaching out as Maverick left the bed, lips pouting and cheeks puffed out, though he’d perked up a bit when he heard what Maverick’s plans were.

“I’m glad you’re making new friends,” he had said, even as the perpetually cold-blooded admiral curled his hands back into the comforter and tucked it under his own chin.

Maverick… wasn’t as sure that “making new friends” was what he was doing. He also wasn’t sure if it was going to be worth leaving Ice alone like that.

But he’d told Melissa he’d try it, so here he was; Maverick regularly flew upside down, just because he could… He could handle a bunch of Navy spouses.

Although, even just opening the door and immediately being bombarded with loud voices had him second-guessing that ability.

One voice rose above them all.

“Pete!” Melissa called. “Everyone, this is Captain Pete Mitchell, Admiral Kazansky’s spouse. Pete, this is everyone!”

Melissa waved at the crowd, and Maverick shoved his hands into his pockets as he walked forward, taking the room in.

Folding tables had been put away against the walls, but the chairs were all out, accommodating about twenty people sitting in a circle. Several of them had clipboards out, pens poised over paper already half-filled with ink.

“Come in, come in!” Melissa beckoned. “There’s an empty seat right by Bryan.”

A middle-aged man with cool, dark brown skin nodded at Maverick, his longer-than-Navy-regulation black locs swaying with the motion.

The woman on the other side of the empty seat, brown hair sheered short in a buzzcut over pale white skin, snorted under her breath, “Melissa is not subtle.”

“Shut up,” Bryan laugh-whispered. “She’s doing her best.”

“She’s making a point,” the woman replied, and offered her hand to Maverick. “Hi, I’m Lieutenant Emily Brock. Stationed with Submarine Squadron 11. My wife is a THIRD Fleet officer.”

Maverick shook her hand, then shook Bryan’s when he offered, too. “Bryan Matthews, civilian,” Bryan said. “My wife is also with THIRD Fleet.”

“Captain Pete Mitchell,” Maverick said, grinning a bit at the realization Melissa had put him in-between another officer-spouse and a male-spouse. “You can just call me ‘Maverick’ though. And my husband is, uh—”

“Admiral Kazansky,” Bryan and Emily finished. They both laughed, and Emily gave Maverick a friendly nudge with her elbow. “Hope you stick around, if only so I can tease Becca I’ve got an in with her boss.”

The wife, Bryan mouthed, and Maverick nodded back.

“Is Becca here too?” he asked.

Emily shook her head. “Nah, submariner spouses have their own group. So do aviators—your husband will probably get an invite there soon, if he hasn’t already.”

Maverick blinked. He hadn’t even considered if Ice belonged in a group like this. He was Rear Admiral Thomas “The Iceman” Kazansky, rising star of the US Navy, on-track to be COMPACFLT someday. He wasn’t like Maverick, desperately holding onto the captain position with both hands while trying not to be discharged or promoted.

But if Captain Mitchell qualified as a Navy spouse because he married Admiral Kazansky… then wasn’t the reverse also true? That Admiral Kazansky was a Navy spouse because he married Captain Mitchell?

“Huh.” Maverick leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms and tuning back into the conversation and atmosphere around them.

Melissa was certainly a leader amongst them, which made sense; Captain Royce, while lower in rank than Ice, was the CO of Point Loma itself. But none of the spouses were shy about barking ideas to the people with clipboards. Several people had broken off into smaller groups, like Bryan, Emily, and Maverick, while others moved from group to group. Others still congregated at the one table that was set-up with—Maverick sniffed—coffee.

Most people wore comfortable clothes, just jeans and t-shirts, and others wore uniforms. Some people drifted in, and others drifted out. The room was a constant flow of movement and ideas.

“So… what exactly are we supposed to be doing?” he asked, turning back to Bryan and Emily.

“Gossiping,” Emily said.

“Brainstorming,” Bryan said.

Maverick looked between them, eyebrow raised.

“Brainstorming,” Emily said.

“Gossiping,” Bryan said.

The answer, Maverick found, was both. PLSOSC focused on building a community out of people who were often in Point Loma for only a few years, or even just a few months, at a time. That meant people were welcome to just chat and catch up, but they could also throw out ideas for trips off-base, donation drives, dinner parties—anything and everything a group of adults could do together.

And it wasn’t just PLSOSC, named the Point Loma Surface club for a reason. Emily had been right: Ice received his own invitation to the Point Loma Aviator Officers’ Spouses’ Club, or PLAOSC, and came back from the first meeting with tears in his eyes from all the funny stories the other spouses had heard second-hand about Mav.

“‘Captain Mitchell’s spouse!’” Ice gasped, voice high in a falsetto. “‘Oh, I must know, did he really moon an admiral in o-eight?’”

“‘Why yes,’” Ice answered himself, voice dropped even deeper than his natural tone, “‘but the admiral in question was his boyfriend, and they were in a locker room, so it was only natural.’”

Maverick almost broke a rib, he laughed so hard at Ice’s retelling.

In joining the two groups, Maverick also knew that he and Ice had had an entire world opened before their eyes. They had known every inch of aircraft carriers in the past, all the docks and offices, runways and classrooms, everywhere a Navy aviator might go.

Now, they also knew what happened behind-the-scenes: The stories that spouses whispered to each other about visiting officers, the stories they told about Point Loma’s own officers, and even the stories they told about Admiral Kazansky and Captain Mitchell. They’d been able to get ahead of more than one potentially bad rumor because Melissa whispered it in Maverick’s ear before anyone else’s, or because someone told Ice what the latest story was.

“Admiral Kazansky’s spouse,” Ice would sing as he opened the door to their home, “just what have you been up to?”

“Only the usual, Captain Mitchell’s spouse,” Maverick would respond, leaning his head backwards over the arm of the couch to look at Ice. “Buzzing towers and mooning admirals.”

“But only one admiral, right?” Ice would whisper, leaning down, and Maverick would whisper back, “Right,” as he returned his husband’s kiss.

No matter where they were stationed, there was an Officers’ Spouses’ Club waiting for them: Gossip, community, and all.

There was even one at TOPGUN.

Rooster had to admit, being back in California and living in his childhood home was a lot less stressful the second time around, now that he had a huge successful mission under his belt, half a dozen new friends, a dozen solidified old friendships, and a renewed relationship with his godfather and uncle.

Leaning back in his chair, the rubber back-straps squeaking, Rooster popped the last of his tater tots in his mouth. It was fall, but being on the California coast meant the morning was both heated by the sun and cooled by the ocean breeze—the perfect combo for a squadron brunch on a diner patio.

The squad did tend to take up the entire patio, leaving no room for anyone else, but the seats were filled, so the owners didn’t mind.

Rooster hummed under his breath and tapped a beat on the table with his fingers, grinning at Phoenix when she raised an eyebrow at him.

“What?” he laughed. “It’s a good morning.”

She shook her head. “You’re so like Mav.” Her eyes slid past him, and Rooster sat up, twisting to see—

Maverick, chair creaking on the back two legs, fingers tapping along the table edge, grinning at Ice and shaking his head. The admiral was probably trying to get Maverick back on all four chair legs again; Rooster wished him luck. Only his mom had ever been able to get Maverick to sit properly, and only then when he had Bradley himself in his lap.

Rooster stood at the thought, a grin already forming.

“Watch this,” he told Phoenix, and strode over to Maverick.

“Hey, Mav,” he said, faux casual, and dropped his butt in Maverick’s lap like he was five years old again.

Being a few decades older than that, of course, his weight pulled Maverick’s chair back down to earth, Maverick squawking under the sudden pressure and Ice barking a laugh, raspy from his recent bad cold, but his humor clear.

Around them, the daggers broke out laughing as well. Maverick groaned, but wrapped his arms around Rooster’s waist.

“You can just ask, Gosling,” Maverick cooed.

Rooster froze, stomach twisting with a bad feeling. The gleeful look on Phoenix’s face—even more than when Rooster had first sat in Maverick’s lap—only made the bad feeling grow.

“Ice, look what—Oh, hey guys! What are you doing here?”

Rooster blinked. A group of people had been walking down the sidewalk, but had come to a stop right in front of the diner. Right in front of Maverick and Ice’s table, actually.

An older Black man with a short, graying afro grinned at them. “You’re the one who recommended this place, Mav,” he said. “Didn’t say the patio would be off limits, though!”

Maverick laughed. “Sorry ‘bout that, Bryan. It’s kind of turned into our Sunday morning hangout spot.” His hand patted Rooster’s knee, and Rooster stood, suddenly realizing that he had been sitting on his godfather’s lap still.

Bryan shook his head. “It’s all fine. We’ll find a spot inside.” His gaze turned to Rooster, brown eyes piercing. “Bradley, right? Nice to meet you. You’ll have to come to one of our family events sometime.”

Rooster swallowed. He’d never introduced himself to Bryan, but he’d known his name—and not just his callsign.

“Ooh, that’s a great idea!” Maverick agreed. “Don’t have any on the calendar right now though, right? We’ll have to talk next Saturday.”

“Are you coming then, Mav?” One of the people behind Bryan leaned forward, eyes lit up. “You’ve missed the last ones!”

“He’s been busy, Cheryl,” another woman hissed, poking the first in the side.

Cheryl pouted, but Maverick just laughed. “I’ll be there,” he promised.

Rooster slid back over to Phoenix as the group walked through the patio and into the diner, each person saying hi to Mav, and some to Ice as well.

“Was I just threatened?” he hissed in her ear.

“Nah,” she replied. He relaxed, and then—“Well, maybe a little. Don’t hurt Mav again, though, and you’ll be alright.” She patted his side, laughing.

Rooster backed away slowly as Halo pulled her into conversation, naturally ending up by Maverick and Ice again.

“What was all that about?” he asked.

“Huh?” Maverick paused mid-sentence to Ice, looking up at Rooster instead. “Oh, that was the TOPGUN Surface Officers’ Spouses’ Club.” He paused, then added, “Which I’m part of. Because I’m this guy’s spouse.” He poked Ice in the arm, and Ice rolled his eyes.

“Yes,” Ice sighed. “‘This guy’s’ spouse.”

Maverick laughed. “Well, everyone else says I’m Admiral Kazansky’s spouse. But I just call him Ice.”

Maverick leaned across the small table, meeting Ice halfway in a chaste kiss, and Rooster turned on the spot, hurrying back to Phoenix.

“I’m going to puke,” he hissed at her, and she grinned at him, eyes crinkled and wicked.

“You’re the one who engaged the lovebirds.”

“My mistake,” Rooster sighed, but smiled when he glanced back to see Maverick and Ice holding hands.

Yeah. Life was pretty great.

Thank you all for reading! Please leave a comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed the story; it'll serve as fuel for more fic writing!

#icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #top gun fanfiction #top gun #bradley rooster bradshaw #fanfic

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wondercircuit · 13 days

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lance and the ferrari driver academy: a brief timeline

this covers lance getting scouted into ferrari, his junior career at prema, and the surrounding connections he's had from his fda days that were pretty notable for his development up to his f1 debut in williams. i wrote this as personal reference for myself at first a while ago while writing something else, thus the added subjective commentary in a few bits, but if anyone is interested and can count some of this as useful information for his ferrari-related lore, then great. feel free to tell me if anything is inaccurate!

2008 - 2009: lance jacob strulovitch started competing in canadian karting was winning canadian national karting championships before this, such as the coupe de montreal and coupe du quebec micro max championship in 2008 and 2009. he placed 6th in a world finals at lonato, italy in the mini roc category and in addition, he was winning championships in florida karting competitions. racing coach and karting champion mike wilson tutored lance and mentioned that lance was born with that “killing instinct, and was surprised at the determination he had as a child to fight the back of a pack," comparing this attitude to a young fernando alonso, (who mike had also mentored (interview source ; you can read a brief version without paywall here).

2010: lance was scouted by ferrari at 11 years old, the youngest person signed to an f1 development programme at the time. luca baldisserri, ferrari’s chief track engineer and former engineer to michael schumacher was running the academy as director. lance was allegedly said to be an experiment for the fda to see if they can mold potential into developing an f1 driver from a young age.

baldisserri said the programme to nurture and shape kids with potential was never originally a part of the culture of ferrari and said it was a shot in the dark, knowing how young lance was. it was mentioned as well that mclaren offered lance a spot for their development programme, but lance chose ferrari's offer:

"Though Lance was eager to accept, his parents were reluctant. He was still a boy, and this was a major commitment. "I wanted Lance to digest it," [Lawrence] Stroll says. "With the time and money Ferrari is spending, you've really got to know you want to do this." But Ferrari wasn't the only one interested. Within days, Ferrari's bitter F1 rival, McLaren, heard what transpired in Florida and lobbed in a competing offer. After mulling his options, Lance chose Ferrari, and a few months later, boarded a plane for his first training session at the academy."

— The grooming of Canada's next Formula One driver, The Globe and Mail, 2011.

lawrence initially thought that the scout's offer for lance to join the fda was fake and a scam: "[Lawrence] Stroll didn't believe it. This man was a con artist, a fraud. He was incensed. "I told him, you're full of [expletive] this isn't true," the father recalls. It took a phone call from Italy later that afternoon to change his mind." the article also goes through the sort of training ferrari started him out with and talks about how luca gave lance the token red racing suit when he joined, but lance preferred to stick to not wearing the color, which i think is interesting:

"With the eyes of the racing world upon him, Lance is now trying to keep a low profile. When Ferrari welcomed Lance to its team, Baldisserri presented him with the rarest of gifts: a bright red Ferrari racing suit, just like the one Villeneuve wore. It is the most famous uniform in racing. But Lance told Ferrari it's probably better if he doesn't wear it. "It's like having a bull's-eye on my back," he explains. "The other kids are going to be saying: 'He's a Ferrari driver – go and get him.' " Baldisserri agreed. Everyone is chasing Lance Stroll. So on race day, the famous red suit stays at home and he zips himself into an anonymous blue-and-white uniform."

lance wearing the chiesa corse overalls with the tiny ferrari logo

in the same year, lance participated in a 'friendly' staff karting event at montreal where he's karted with fernando and felipe massa.

(L), lance in 2010 at a staff kart race organised by ferrari in montreal. lance scored p2 in this race behind fernando | (R), fernando and felipe massa who got p3, pictured with lance at the kart race

the ferrari driver academy was very newly established--aside from lance, the programme had checo perez and jules bianchi, who were in sauber and manor, the one other team using ferrari's engine respectively in f1 at the time.

2011 - 2014: lance continued to compete in karting and won the SKUSA supernationals in 2012. throughout this, he continued to train with ferrari. by now the fda had gained a total of 5 members with brandon maisano (who would then go on to be lance's teammate in prema) and rafael marciello added to their roster. jules was the eldest out of the five at 23 years old, while lance had been the youngest at 13.

(L) lance pictured with a few fellow fda members and ferrari drivers of different categories, including (R) giancarlo fisichella and fernando on ferrari's passion day event (essentially an exclusive event shared with fans at mugello) (2012)

one of the trainers at the fda, andrea ferrari (i'm so serious, his last name is literally ferrari) talked about how the five academy drivers had unique training sessions specific to their ages and classes. he's mentioned how he occasionally gets to work with the "senior" driver team aka fernando and massa and the time he spends with them and fernando's physio helps him construct the training plans: "The opportunities of dealing with Alonso and Massa are occasional but significant, according to his accounts. “When Fernando comes to Maranello he has some training sessions with us. We often go for a bike ride in a group of 5-6 people and, needless to say, Fernando always wants to win”, Andrea states. “In addition, I’ve to say he’s a very sociable person. He creates a very friendly environment when we go out for a dinner or five-a-side matches among Ferrari staff members" — (source) fernando has mentioned training at the strolls' home in mont-tremblant, canada after the 2014 canadian grand prix — (source). in the same year, prema released a fun short little interview of lance in f4 where he mentions that his favorite driver is fernando. (even aston martin's team principal mike krack has acknowledged that their meeting in ferrari and the strolls maintaining that connection with fernando since then was an important catalyst to their present time at aston.)

lance debuted in single-seater racing in that year's florida winter series, which was not a championship series, but was organised by the fda. max and nicholas latifi also participated in this series (here is a comprehensive post on lance in the 2014 florida winter series that @lil-shiro kindly put together). lance competed in the italian f4 championship and took 13 podium finishes with prema racing, thus winning the champion title that year.

lance at the podium in 2014, adria, italian f4

2015: lance competes and wins in the 2015 toyota racing series in new zealand in the winter, which consisted of 5 rounds. he competes in f3 europe and ended 5th in the standings for his first f3 season. it was around this year where there were rumours of the fda discontinuing; for context of the situation, luca baldisserri was stepping down from his director's role at the academy, checo left when he signed on to mclaren in 2013. lance also left the fda to sign on to the williams driver development programme in november that year with the aim of getting to work closer with an f1 team. lance described ferrari's training programme to be 'basic' and he was looking for more intensive sim work and actual testing for f1 cars, which the williams' junior programme offered.

on the topic of who else was leaving ferrari, felipe massa was in williams by 2014, and fernando in mclaren in 2015. the strolls still continued to visit fernando in f1 races here and there to show their support:

(L) lance and fernando at the monaco gp, 2015, and lawrence with fernando at the canadian gp, 2015

2016: by now, it was known that luca moved on to race-engineering for lance and working with him directly throughout his f3 euro season that year. luca also had a hand in prema racing's dominance for the respective gp2 and f3 euro categories where he acted as a consultant for the prema junior development team and helped manage structures there, which looked to be a testament of how effective luca was in nurturing and managing young talent, despite having left the fda which he himself had allegedly 'masterminded'. luca was also overseeing mick schumacher's development. there wasn't other known reasons as to why luca stepped down from the fda other than the sources i found implying that the decision was supposedly, or at least partly influenced, by lance choosing to leave ferrari. luca then continued to help oversee lance's development himself even when he signed on to williams junior programme. lance talked about luca a bit here in an autosport article:

"It's extremely important to have him with us and it's great that he will continue working with us. "He's been with me since a very young age, when he chose me to come on the Ferrari programme. "He's very good at watching what's going on between the team and the driver - he's quiet when he has to be, but when it's time to speak up he says some very good things."

— source, Autosport, 2015

it makes sense to want to fully continue seeing through a young kid's development to successfully graduate them into f1 despite it being with a different team. the fda was a new programme, and in comparison to other teams' driver academies eg. williams, mclaren's, red bull junior's programme etc, ferrari doesn't promote rookies directly to their f1 seat, assigning them instead to sauber or haas first before offering opportunities. lance also mentions how he knew it was pretty unlikely that ferrari would let a driver with less experience into the team. i think this says things about ferrari's culture, at least in comparison to the other teams that are more willing to put rookies in their seat (this is constantly debated by fans and pundits across the sport to be extremely pressurizing for young talent but i do feel that you have to also question the alternative that seems to be ferrari's methods. again, all this is highly dependent on other factors as well involving a single driver's experiences and their individual junior trajectory so ultimately, the debate to whether or not a young driver is 'ready' for f1 before they're even actually there is personally moot to me. but alas, i do find it vaguely interesting......)

i'm only focusing on lance's development here so i can't say much on the fda now except for an added anecdote that charles leclerc is currently the only graduate so far to be promoted to the ferrari seat after the obligatory sauber stint for his rookie year. again, solely speaking from a point of comparison to other driver programme's success rates on getting their talent into their f1 team, it makes the fda's effectiveness look a little bit questionable.

anyway, here's more of what lance said on his switch to williams:

“I feel like we can be closer right now with Williams, and I’m working with them rather than just being part of a training camp like at Ferrari. For the future, it’s the right move.” And Stroll also feels Ferrari is unlikely to promote a rookie driver into one of its race seats, while Williams has a proven track record with the likes of Valtteri Bottas, Nico Rosberg and Jenson Button. "Williams has a great history of believing in young drivers, they’ve given many rookie drivers a chance in Formula 1. That was important for us, because Ferrari has a different approach; they tend to take more veteran drivers to fight for the championship."

— source, f1i.com (2016)

[Question] Tell me about your role with Williams… [Lance:] "It’s been a great eight months with them. It’s been fantastic. The cooperation with me in F3 is great, they have the right understanding of me focusing 100 percent on F3 and not getting distracted with Formula 1. They just want me to finish the championship, they’re not pressuring me to jump in an F1 car and doing testing and things like that. They want me to focus on one thing at a time, and that’s great."

[Question] If the opportunity to jump into a Formula 1 race seat in 2017 came up, do you feel you’ll be ready? [Lance:] I do… but it’s easy to say it. I haven’t driven an F1 car yet, so I don’t have a complete understanding of what it’s like. Once I have a couple of tests under my belt, a bit more experience, then I’ll have a much better idea of if I’m ready to make that step just yet or not. At the moment I’m blind in terms of F1. I’ve driven F3, I’ve driven a couple of other categories, but I’ve never really sat in an F1 car. So I don’t know how much different it is to what I’m doing now, how much more complicated it is, how much tougher it is. They are all things I’ll figure out along the road. But if… if it is just another step, and if I’m comfortable in the car, then why not? F3 is a very high level, we’ve seen guys like Max – and I don’t want to use him as the example every time because maybe he’s an exception – but even guys like Ocon, Rosenqvist, these are guys that could do it as well."

— source, Motorsport, 2016

the headline for the motorsport excerpt above is extremely misleading but i think the interview shows pretty good insight to lance's attitude towards his own development and how he's got a good head on his shoulders with self-awareness of his own capabilities, despite having had more opportunities and the financial advantage that motorsports typically needs. he also talks about his former prema teammates felix rosenqvist (currently in indycar) and jake dennis (currently competing in formula e) and how instrumental they were to him in learning about his race craft during his first year in f3. here is a clip on lance back in prema talking about his teammates feat. esteban and lance's long-time driver coach nuno pinto.

at the end of his race season, lance won the f3 euro championship in 2016, the first north-american who's won in the category.

lance celebrating his championship win for f3 euro in 2016.

2017: lance accumulated enough points by then to get a super licence for f1 (which allowed him to skip f2, like max did). this makes lance the second-youngest driver to debut in f1 at 18 years old. while lance isn't tied to ferrari anymore, luca baldisserri continued to be his race engineer for lance at williams to keep seeing through lance's development in his rookie and sophomore years.

lance with luca on the paddock and garages (2017)

overall, the 2017 williams had a decent car (they were 5th in the wcc that year) and lance managed to score his first points at his home race. he also became the second-youngest to win a podium in f1:

lance's first podium at baku, 2017.

that's it! the rest is truly history ♡

if you're interested, here is an external post off tumblr that briefly and neatly goes through lance's f1 career including his racing strengths, driving style and teammate relationships up to the present, written by @strulovic and linked with her permission. i'm sharing it here just because i've found it to be personally useful myself as a starting point when i went down the rabbit hole of digging up research of his fda days.

#lance stroll #ferrari driver academy #a lot of this was canonical reference i was using while writing 1418 f***** au #and i thought to put it up here and share a bit of history* in a condensed fashion #*important and fundamental info i compiled the week after i kept staring at dave's life-changing fanart of ferrari au #*info #disclaimer i don't know how ferrari runs their programme now under jock clear so my own feelings of side-eyeing the fda still remains

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Hulkenberg has had such a weird career path, and out of all the drivers you could predict would be in F1 nearing his forties I don’t think he’d be one (he’ll turn 39 in 2026)

Like he joined F1 in 2010, didn’t have a drive in 2011, then got a seat for 2012, moved around a bit and then lost his seat at the end of 2019. Had a couple of reserve appearances, comes back in 2023, and now in 2025/2026 he’ll be at a proper world team

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You need to learn how to fall 10/10

Hangster (and IceMav) - Bradley is too tall to be a naval aviator and instead becomes a sky diver, specialising in spin recovery. He is a civilian contractor to the military to teach pilots how to survive parachute spins from ejections. A more in-depth version of this post.

PROLOGUE 2003-2006 2007-2010 2011-2015 2016+ ~2019 ~2019 (contd 1) ~2019 (contd 2) ~2019 (contd 3)

He can’t get back to sleep. Doesn’t want to be alone despite having declined to join Ice in dropping Mav off, letting them have their time together after Bradley had hugged Mav and told him he loved him, but also refusing to say goodbye. Today is just going to suck all round. He walks around his space aimlessly, not sure what to do, worry already nibbling away at his insides. Fuck. This is awful. He decides to busy his hands, baking the cookies will give him something to do, and Ice will appreciate them if nothing else. He works in Mav and Ice’s kitchen, wants Ice to come back to someone.

Sure enough he returns not long before five, obviously not wanting to hang around and make a fuss about the COMPACFLT being there to see the entire detachment off. They don’t talk, both unwilling to voice their worst fears, not wanting to give them any credibility despite both of them being very pragmatic. He removes the cookies, places them on cooling racks and then makes breakfast, simple scrambled eggs on toast with sliced tomatoes on the side, seeps the weird peppermint and lemon tea that Ice favors and sets it on the table.

They eat in silence, and he realizes he’s not going to be able to do any jumps until he knows, either way. Three, maybe four days, where he won’t be able to focus on his own safety and while he could force the issue, he doesn’t need to, wants to be allowed to worry, even if it’s all outside of his control. Ice’s thumb is twitching, one of his very few tells and Bradley says nothing, is sure he has silent tells of his own that Ice is clocking right this second.

“Fuck this…” Ice says, pushing his chair back from the table so hard it screeches against the hardwood floor and he looks up.

“What?”

“He left wearing his wedding ring. He’s never done that before. I’m going to be on the carrier. I can’t… I need to be there.”

“Oh. Okay…” he says, his stomach plummeting, because he doesn’t want to be left alone, the one having to wait, wondering what’s going on. The next forty-eight hours are going to be hell regardless of where he is, but he’d at least been thinking he’d have Ice there to be with him.

“You want to come with me?”

“You can do that?”

“Watch me,” Ice says with grim determination and he’s reaching for his phone.

Bradley forgets sometimes just how powerful and stubborn Ice is, but he runs and packs a quick bag, enough for three days. Small and compact with the bare minimum considering he’s probably going to be in a rack if he’s unlucky. Maybe an officer’s quarters if there’s one spare, even if he’s sharing with Ice it’s better than staying here alone. … … …

It’s a flurry of activity then, they’re several hours behind even with the powers that be moving mountains in order to get Ice and him to the carrier. They hop from one carrier to another and he has no idea what time or day of the week it is anymore when he steps off after Ice onto the carrier, following him directly into the control room. He recognizes both Admiral Bates and Simpson, nods tightly and neither man look happy at his presence. Bradley knows Ice doesn’t throw his rank around very often, knows that this is an exceptional case that he’s made so that Bradley can be here. There are not many people who can discipline him at this stage, however Ice does respect the word of those under his command.

“Admiral Kazansky sir. You brought a civilian on board?”

“I brought my son, who is a private contractor with the US Navy and knows full well how to be safe onboard a carrier. He grew up around carriers. He is neither a child nor an idiot.”

“Yes sir.”

“We are not here to interrupt anything, it looks like they’re already suited up. No need to let them know we’re here. They need to have all their attention on the mission ahead of them.”

That announcement seems to make both the other Admirals relax, and Bradley agrees with him, but as he watches the jets catapult from the ship and listen to them take attack formation he wonders if he’s made the right choice being here.

When he hears Warlock number off the miracles he swallows, feels the tension in the room and tries to make himself invisible.

Mav’s plane goes down.

He grips Ice’s hand, neither of them saying anything.

He can hear his teeth squeaking as he clenches his jaw tightly.

Hondo reaches out and silently grips his forearm and Bradley nods his gratitude, although he can’t bring himself to say anything.

Then Dagger two, Jake, disobeys the order to return and Bradley sways, closes his eyes against the pitch of his body as it moves against the motion of the carrier.

“Jake you fucking idiot…” he mutters under his breath, and he leans back into the corner where he’s as out of the way as possible.

“Dagger two is hit.”

Ice is there then, expression grim, and he wonders whether it is actually better, knowing immediately or having another day thinking, hoping, that Jake and Mav would both be back safe and sound.

Time drags slowly.

The other jets return.

He’s forced to the ground and realizes he might be going into shock, refuses the food and drink, knows his body will reject anything he tries to eat. Says as much to Ice when someone else tries to insist he eat something.

Then he hears them say they’re receiving a signal from an ESAT and Hangman is Jake.

Jake.

He’s airborne.

In an F14.

Maverick and Jake.

The time that was dragging now speeds up.

There’s an uptick of sudden activity, Hondo disappears and Bradley forces himself to standing, shoves himself as hard as he can back into the corner, hunches down and tries to stay out of the way. Ice is tense and pale, but hasn’t moved from standing between Warlock and Cyclone. Another jet takes off and he swallows, listens mindlessly to the chatter in the control room but then Ice is grabbing him, steering him out and he lets him, realizes they’re headed toward the control tower and he sucks in lungful’s of stinging cold fresh air. He has hope.

He doesn’t pay attention to what is happening, simply pays attention to Ice and the feel of the room. There’s still tension, but there’s something else now, layered with the hope he’s been slowly let build. Then there is another jet landing and then he feels the entire tower vibrate and he winces and flinches away from the vibrating windows.

“What the fuck was that?!”

“That was Maverick…” Cyclone says, face unimpressed.

“Buzzing the tower,” Ice adds, and Bradley can tell he’s hiding his amusement.

“Oh, so he’s still a dick huh?”

Ice and Cyclone both snort and roll their eyes, but Warlock shoots him a grin and Bradley feels the relief bubble up through him. If Maverick is pulling dumb stunts he’s alive and well. Thank god. Then he hears Mav’s voice come through loud and clear…

“Maverick is downwind. No front landing gear. No tail hook. Pull the cable and raise the barricade.”

He hears the call for foul deck and Bradley knows that that means it’s going to be a crash landing. Lots of fancy words for a crash landing. But it also means that they’re landing and you can walk away from a crash, especially one everyone is preparing for.

“Miracle number three…” Warlock murmurs quietly as they all watch as the F14 slides across the deck before it’s caught by the huge net barricade.

It is chaos down there, he’s not stupid enough to think he can walk around down there, just soaks up the sheer relief and joy that no one has died today. Miracle three indeed. He doesn’t even think, is automatically following Ice as he steps out onto the balcony on the tower, and he can see the deck crew and Daggers celebrating, Jake’s grin wide and looking so fucking good Bradley feels choked up with the knowledge that he came so close to never seeing it again. Then Mav has seen them, is pushing through the crowd of people and heading right for them.

… … …

“Is that… Admiral Kazansky?”

“What? Where?” Jake asks, his head feeling slightly wobbly as he tries to turn too quickly, and he’s going to have to be checked over, normal even when everything goes according to plan. Throw in an ejection, crash landing, he’s pretty sure he has a concussion.

“Up there on the tower… holy shit, is that Bradley with him?” Javy asks, and he’s shifting them closer despite the press of bodies and Jake lets him, squints against the glare, tries to see what Javy is looking at, and his head is starting to swim. He remembers something about wanting to see Javy when he realized who Bradley’s other parent was but he can’t focus on that right now.

“Bradley? My Bradley?”

“Yeah, your Bradley. Wait. Mav is kissing Kazansky. What the fuck.”

“Oh yeah… scary in-laws.”

“What? Jake?” Javy asks, and his voice sounds more concerned than anything.

“I want to see Bradley.”

“Anything you want buddy, come on.”

There’s more moving, and he’s sure the carrier isn’t pitching as much as his stomach would imply and he’s coming down from the adrenaline rush, concussion kicking in, body and ribs protesting, but then he’s staring up at Bradley, and it’s definitely Bradley. No one else is that fucking tall. He feels Javy pushing him up the ladder and he climbs, grips the railing at the top and just stares.

“You’re here…”

“Yeah well, Ice asked if I wanted to come along and it’s not like I could sit around at home twiddling my thumbs.”

“Well, I’m alive.”

“Yeah, you are. Thank fuck. Worst hour of my life.”

“Can’t say I’d want to repeat it, but I’m a fan of the outcome…”

“So am I Lieutenant,” Admiral Kazansky says and Jake nods.

“Maverick! Hangman! Medical!” Simpson barks.

“I’ll take them,” Javy says, and Jake is glad because he’s pretty sure he’s getting close to needing to throw up and he’d rather not do it in front of Bradley. Or Iceman. Or any of the other Admiral’s watching to be honest.

“Don’t go anywhere. Not until I’m cleared.”

“I have to go wherever Ice goes, they’re not going to give me free reign.”

“Okay, I’ll come find you. Love you.”

He slides down the ladder, only stumbling a little before what he just said registers and he looks back up, almost doesn’t move fast enough before Javy is landing beside him, followed by Mav.

“I…”

“Yep. You just said that. Let’s get you to medical.”

… … …

Fortunately Ice wants to follow them to medical, so Bradley takes the high-vis vest and pulls it on and doesn’t even roll his eyes. He’ll do whatever It takes to be near Jake, because he’s pretty sure he’s at least got a concussion, however that’s incredibly low stakes considering that death had been a potential outcome, and he’s still feeling shaky from the relief of that not becoming his reality. He follows Ice closely, having to walk at a crouch the whole fucking time and no wonder the Navy have a fucking height restriction, wherever he looks there’s something else about to knock him out.

They reach the sick bay and Javy Machado is just coming out, pulls him in for a surprising hug and back slap and Bradley can’t help but return it, knowing now that Javy had been in the plane that went and saved Mav and Jake from being shot down.

“Thank you…” Bradley says quietly, sincerely, and of course Javy just shrugs it off.

“Just doing my job. Had a vested interest. He’s my best friend.”

“I know. Don’t care, just… thank you.”

“He’s a persistent mother-fucker. Loyal too.”

“Yeah, yeah he is,” Bradley says, and he’s closer to tears now, the relief and shock finally hitting him and he sucks in a deep breath.

“Thank you Lieutenant. I am rather fond of my husband too,” Ice says, and Javy’s mouth falls open minutely before snapping shut and Bradley’s glad for the distraction.

“Of course sir. Any time.”

“Maybe don’t throw him anywhere while he recovers from today, hmm?”

“Oh my god… of course not sir.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure he deserved it. He usually does.”

Javy looks like a deer in headlights, looks to Bradley and this is more like how he expected Jake to react, instead of the cool calm acceptance he’d exhibited.

“You’re fine, go celebrate with the others. Ice, stop terrorizing people,” Bradley mutters, slapping Ice on the chest before ducking into the sick bay. Mav is sitting on the edge of a bed, feet swinging and chatting away. He’s bare chested and Bradley can see redness where the harness has pressed, what will later bruise, but he looks fine and Bradley suspects he’s still high on adrenaline.

“Tom! Bradley!” Mav exclaims, clearly happy to see them again.

“Admiral Kazansky, uh, can I help you sir?” the Corpsman asks, and Bradley wonders how much more weight Ice is going to throw around.

“I’m here to see my husband. That one,” Ice says, pointing to Mav. “Bradley here is our son, but is also dating that one…” Ice says, this time pointing to Jake who is being examined by another Corpsman on another bed, but who is now blinking, face scrunched up as a light is flicked in and out of his eyes and Bradley can see the failure to dilate from where he stands. No ones told him to leave, clearly assuming that he might be on Jake’s papers and has permission, and he’s not going to correct them, gives Mav a quick hug before sidling close to Jake, making sure to stay out of the way as the Corpsman moves around.

“Hi again…”

“Hi. You’re here…”

“Yep. Sure am,” Bradley repeats, and he’s not sure if it’s the concussion or whether Jake just can’t get his head around the fact that Bradley’s actually here.

“I told you I loved you…”

“Yeah, you did.”

“I’m not taking it back,” Jake says, defiantly, like Bradley would ever make him. The firm tone of his voice is pretty much ruined by the fact that he’s got his eyes closed, face and neck covered in abrasions and he’s being asked to remove his flight suit, which he starts to do without opening his eyes. Bradley steps forward and murmurs that he’ll help under his breath, feels Jake sag a little.

“Glad to hear it. Makes it less awkward for me to say it back.”

“You love me?”

“Yeah. That okay?”

“More than okay. My head hurts…”

“Yeah, pretty sure you’ve got a concussion,” Bradley says, looking to the Corpsman who gives him a sharp nod of confirmation.

“That tracks. Man I want to sleep.”

“I need to finish checking you for internal bleeding and any fractures.”

“Let them do their job. I’ll be right here. Not going anywhere.”

“Good. Neither am I.”

---THE END---

#Top Gun fanfic #Hangster #you need to learn how to fall #IceMav #Sereshaw

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Natural for whom though?

Here’s the thing, a lot of LJ fandom refused to see the writing on the wall and regarded DW as an interloper trying to split fandom in half. Some people had specific beef with DW’s founder over some old Stargate wank and refused to move because of that. (Stupid but true.)

It’s similar to how the FFN forums were full of people whining that AO3 was trying to “steal” FFN’s idea and audience circa 2010-2011. People who perceive their group as having one main home hate when another contender arrives.

While LJ fandom was squabbling over going to DW or not, Tumblr fandom was on the rise and full of people who had never been on LJ. Just numerically, you can see that this must be true.

By the time LJ went from freaking us all out (2007) to being pretty much a wasteland (2012?), Tumblr was its whole own Thing and a lot of the energy was here. DW wasn’t as exciting, so while people whined about features, they went where the action was, as usual.

There were some holdouts, and they’re actually still on DW, happily posting away.

One thing people often overlook is that fandom is always splintering. Even when it feels like “we all” went to one fandom home, we didn’t. The move to LJ lost people, and some of them even came back on Tumblr or Twitter or Facebook or Discord because those formats worked for them where LJ didn’t. There are always little camps here and there.

I think the main thing a platform like DW needs is energy. To be active there, you need to make the party happen yourself. A lot of people are tired and scrolling through Tumblr or Twitter and liking a few images feels like all they can manage. That’s not an energy level that can make intimate community happen.

But, tbh, DW is still there, so if people are interested, they can go join one of the fandoms that has a presence there.

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Indiana just launched a “snitch line” for people to report schools for teaching about LGBTQ issues, Black history, and other topics.

On Monday, the AG, Todd Rokita, launched this “Eyes on Eduction” portal where students, parents, and teachers alike can report… “objectionable curricula, policies, or programs affecting children.” While they hide behind the suggestion that this is to stop “political ideology - either left or right” from being forced on kids, we all know that this is really a tip line for parents to complain that someone told their kid gay people exist or slavery was a real thing that happened to Black people.

I’m not going to lie, despite this being from the office of the attorney general, I don’t think this is much more than a wall of shame functionally. The AG’s office looks at submissions, takes the credible ones, and publishes them on the portal for anyone to see. The PDFs of the so-called evidence also include names of teachers.

Anyway, unsurprisingly, people have been flooding the portal with junk submissions, as pointed out by the wonderful Erin Reed (@/ErinInTheMorn on Twitter) in her article on the portal:

A report that Godzilla was witnessed with a trans flag

Indiana Jones slapping a Nazi

A report of a famous picture of Trump next to Rudy Giuliani in drag

Multiple reports citing the Bible for teenage pregnancy

A confession purporting to be from Breaking Bad character Walter White

The script for the Bee Movie (classic)

The script to Oppenheimer

The script for Eurotrip, with a note not to tell Scotty

Young Sheldon saying “Bazinga”

So ALL OF THAT IS TO SAY. Here's another link to the portal. Whatever you do, don't add to the list above and flood the portal, making it nearly impossible for the poor AG's office to sort through all the submissions and find credible submissions! That would be sooo uncalled for.

Anyway, side note for you: if you're thinking to yourself, "damn, Todd Rokita, that name sounds awfully familiar," you may be thinking of the time in 2022 he said he was going to investigate Dr. Caitlin Bernard for providing an abortion procedure to a 10 year old girl who had fled Ohio to receive care because Ohio's abortion ban did not provide an exception for minor children who became pregnant as a result of rape. Ultimately, Indiana state courts found him to have violated the law and engaged in attorney misconduct due to his public statements on the situation. Yet, he is still AG. This guy has sucked as long as I can remember. He was Secretary of State of Indiana from 2002-2010, then he was a member of the US House of Representatives from Indiana's 4th district (which my hometown is unfortunately a part of) from 2011-2019, and has now been AG since 2021. For perspective, I was born in 1997--the year he joined the Secretary of State's office as general counsel, then later became deputy secretary of state. He's been doing his damndest to ruin this state as long as I've been alive.

Also, his birthday is Friday (February 9th) according to his wikipedia page. Definitely don't give him any birthday presents by way of the submission portal, okay? Good talk

#lgbt rights #trans rights #black lives matter #black history #lgbt history #american politics #PLEASE reblog this lmao #max says things #tori says things

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Spent today working on the mood-board for my upcoming 9-1-1 Alternative Universe Fan-Fiction Set In 2011. Making moodboard and doing interested boards help inspire me and get ideas flowing. So I want to share it. Look how adorable teenage Buck, Eddie and Shannon are. They look so young, little cutie pies.

It will be called "don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up." It is from Harry Style's Matilda.

Below is what I have written so far, it is still in the works. You can also check out my 9-1-1: Lone Star Fan-Fiction.

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Set in the early 2010s with barely eighteen and barely out of high school Buck and Eddie running away from home to California and joining the fire academy and eventually joining the 118. Eddie would bring baby Christopher with him. Eddie's parent did not think he was mature and adult enough to take care of Chris as a 20-something year old, so is would be even worse for teenagers, people who are transiting from childhood/teenage-hood to young adulthood and still being treated like kids.

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It is June of 2011. The schools wide across the nation are all out for summer vacation from Hershey, Pennsylvania to El Paso, Texas.

Evan Buckley is the blonde, blue eye rascal who is always getting hurt and in trouble. He is the baby of the family but the only person who has ever paid attention to him is his big sister Maddie.

Edmundo Diaz is the young teen dad who got his best friend and girlfriend pregnant. He is the middle child and was the sane one compared to sisters until now.

They say if you want to be treated like an adult act like an adult. How are supposed to act like an adult at eighteen years old, haven’t been out of high school even a month, being dragged home by the cops and being scolded at the front door or being yelled in your childhood bedroom. Sometimes this makes you want to run away.

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It is June of 2011.

The city of El Paso, Texas school district has let for summer break and held graduation for this year’s high school seniors, they are no longer twelfth graders.

They are adults or as much as one can feel like an adult at eighteen years old, and silently sobbing in your childhood bedroom, hugging your worn-out stuffed animal dog with your back pressed against the door, trying not to wake your napping infant son who in his crib as your mother is yelling at you.

“Edmundo Diaz, you are in so much trouble young man. Open this door right now! You live under in my house. You live by my rules and aren’t too old to be put over my knees. Just wait until your father gets home. I can’t do deal with you.”

Edmundo Diaz or Eddie as he prefers being called was a good catholic boy. He never misbehaved or caused trouble but a little too soft, that was until Shannon showed up. They met in the eighth grade. They became best friends and were inseparable until they lose touch but found their way back to each other. She introduced herself being all sweet and friendly. She was sunshine. His family hated Shannon. They said she was a bad influence on him and he started acting different after meeting her. She was his first kiss, his first girlfriend, this first time. Good catholic boys wait until marriage, she is his first and only.

Shannon will back soon, she is visiting colleges in California. When she comes back they will make a plan for themselves and for their beautiful baby boy, Christopher. For now, he has been having never ending fights with his parents. It is about how stupid he was getting a girl pregnant while still in high school and a teenager or how he needs to toughen up or grow up. It is kind of hard to grow up when nobody goes around hiring eighteen-year-old and your parents are still treating you like a child.

“Edmundo, how could you let this happen? You and Shannon are still kids. You are barely able to take care of yourselves. How are you supposed to take care of a baby?”

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Lewis is the first.

In 2011, when a bright eyed and naive Daniel had joined the grid, he’d naturally gravitated towards Lewis.

How could he not?

Lewis was a world champion. Lewis knew singers and models and other athletes. Lewis was so damn cool.

Daniel wanted to be cool just like Lewis.

So Lewis likes to think that he’s at a different level than the rest of the men trying to win the race to Daniel’s heart. Because unlike them, he’s put in over a decade of work and dedication. They may not have been teammates but Lewis had tasted Daniel when the others were still in karts and that counted for something.

And look, he likes the others well enough. Respects them as racers and all that stuff he’ll say in front of the cameras (and Daniel). But Lewis is a product of the 2010s mind games and competitiveness, so really he’ll undermine them at the first available opportunity if it means that Daniel’s wrapped in his arms and not George’s or Charles’ or Lando or Max or whoever else thinks they’re good enough for Daniel.

“I should really head back to the Red Bull hotel, I told Max that we would-“ Daniel would begin to say.

“George told me that he and Lando were going to be iRacing with Max. Some endurance racing thing. You’ll be so bored there, baby. I can be much more entertaining,” Lewis cuts him off, he’s trailing down Daniel’s body before Daniel can say anything else.

—

“Fucking Lewis,” Max grumbles when Lewis sends him a picture of Daniel sleeping in his arms with ‘better luck next time, kid.’

He’d have to get craftier because Lewis was starting to take up more of Daniel’s time with fucking nostalgia for Daniel’s early years in F1.

#Daniel and his harem of boyfriends #dewis #daniel ricciardo x lewis hamilton #f1

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getting ready to (maybe) make an annoyingly long post about slade's comic canon history w dick (& roy), and just because i'm insane & so no one can accuse me of cherrypicking, i decided to try to track down EVERY canon interaction they have pre-flashpoint

idk if this is everything (doubtful), but! i think i have dug as deep as i can on my own, so i am now turning it over for tumblr peer review. or something. here you go. free niche reading list for those who want it, but also if you're more knowledgeable about this (esp where batcomics are concerned), please let me know if you see something i missed!

dick & slade interactions:

The New Teen Titans (1980) #2 (December 1980)

The New Teen Titans (1980) #10 (August 1981)

Tales of the Teen Titans #43, Annual #3 (1984) (the entire Judas Contract arc is important, obviously, but these are the only 2 where they directly interact)

Tales of the Teen Titans #54 (June 1985)

The New Teen Titans (1984) Annual #3 (1987)

The New Titans #65 (April 1990)

The New Titans #75 - 78, #83 - 84 (April 1991 - March 1992)

The New Titans #86 (May 1992) (in 3rd epilogue story )

Deathstroke (1991) #14 (September 1992)

Team Titans #1: Redwing (or the Terra version. there were like 63 different versions of this first issue. slade & dick's (one panel) interaction is only in the backup story--"Childhood's End"--which wasn't included in every version for whatever reason. idk! this era was a mess!!!)

Deathstroke (1991) #15 (October 1992)

Deathstroke (1991) Annual #1 (1992)

The New Titans Annual #8 (1992)

Teen Titans (1996) #15 (January 1998) (not sure of this one even counts?? it's literally one panel of him fighting a slade illusion, but whatever!)

Nightwing (1996) #17 - 18 (February - March 1998)

Titans (1999) #10 - 12 (December 1999 - February 2000)

Nightwing (1996) #79 - 82 (May - August 2003)

Nightwing (1996) #111 - 115 (October 2005 - February 2006), #117 (April 2006)

Teen Titans (2003) #45 - 46 (May - June 2007)

Batman and Robin (2009) #11 - 12 (June 2010)

Titans (2008) #28 - 30 (December 2010 - February 2011)

Titans (2008) Annual #1 (September 2011)

issues that don't have any actual interaction between them but still deserve honorable mentions:

the Panic in the Sky arc (1992) (they're both recruited by superman onto his squad to attack brainiac; they never cross paths on page, but their "working together" here is referenced in the next point)

Deathstroke (1991) #7 (February 1992) (dick briefly discusses his opinion on slade post-Panic in the Sky teamup)

The New Titans #89 (August 1992) (the titans see slade running around being insane on the local news, and dick briefly catches the "i can fix him" bug)

The Flash (1987) #214 (November 2004) (aftermath of rose joining slade)

Infinite Crisis #4 (March 2006) (bludhaven goes boom)

Booster Gold (2007) #22 - 24 (September 2009) (judas contract time travel shenanigans)

slade & roy interactions:

The New Titans #63 (February 1990) (they're running around working together for the whole Titan Plague arc (The New Titans #62 - 65), but this is the only one with direct interactions)

Deathstroke (1991) #18 - 20 (January - March 1993)

Deathstroke (1991) #45 (March 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #48 (June 1995)*

New Titans #122 (June 1995)*

Teen Titans (1996) #15 (January 1998) (again, illusion slade, so it only half-counts)

Titans (1999) #10 - 12 (January - February 2000)

Titans (1999) #21 - 22 (November - December 2000)

Outsiders (2003) #4 (November 2003) (with slade disguised as batman)

Outsiders (2003) #12 (July 2004) (still in batman cosplay)

Outsiders (2003) #14 (September 2004) (off page, literally just one panel of a phonecall)

Outsiders (2003) #21 - 22 (April - May 2005)

Titans (2008) #26 - 36 (October 2010 - August 2011)

Titans (2008) Annual #1 (September 2011)

Titans (2008) #37 - 38 (September - October 2011)

*these are part of the Crimelord-Syndicate War arc, which is. a mess. a deeply, deeply 90s situation that was basically about (in part, at least) roy's titans crew saving slade's ass after he's framed for war crimes (again). these are the only two issues where they directly interact, but i think the whole thing is worth a read for them, and it's pretty impossible to find a proper reading order for it. so:

Deathstroke (1991) #48 (June 1995)

The New Titans #122 (June 1995)

Darkstars #32 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #49 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) #50 (July 1995)

Deathstroke (1991) Annual #4 (1995) (the one where roy gets custody of rose)

honorable mentions:

Titans (1999) #9 (December 1999) (slade jumpscares lian & roy. honestly probably too minor to really qualify for this list, but it's just very important to me because it implies an offscreen scene where roy & chanda had to drag slade's unconscious ass out of a child's sandbox)

The Flash (1987) #214 (November 2004) (again, aftermath of rose joining slade)

and that's all i got. pleaseeee let me know if you have any suggestions!

#slade wilson #dick grayson #roy harper #comic recs #yeehaw #my brain is shutting down pls just ignore any typos lol

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Bdubs and Etho History 2011-2014: A Guide Written by Me

In the past months of hyperfixation I have compiled this EXCELLENT guide to Bdubs’ and Etho’s Origin Story (as watched on Youtube). There are even citations (sometimes)!!!

Setting the Scene - 2010-2011

Etho started making Minecraft youtube videos November of 2010. Bdubs started making videos April 2011, originally thinking it was just gonna be a hobby.

Bdubs starts networking w/ community and makes friends with Guude, the creator of multiplayer server Mindcrack, over Twitter. Bdubs gets invited to join partway through Mindcrack’s second season (aka the first season it was multiplayer. I won’t get too much into this but the “seasons” for Mindcrack are fucked and very confusing and every Mindcracker labels them differently. This is in part due to the first season technically being Guude’s singleplayer let’s play series and I’m sorry). Bdubs and Guude also start posting Lets Plays together (OOG) bc they are best friends <3

First Online Interaction - ??? (as mentioned on Bdubs stream 9/2/22)

Etho wrote on Bdubs’ Youtube page “you are hilarious, love your stuff” :) :) :)

First Encounter - Oct. 2011

Etho and Bdubs first meet filming Race for the Wool (videos posted Oct. 5 2011). RftW was a competitive map where teams would race... for the wool. For this particular race, Docm77 (our old buddy) called up Etho and asked if he wanted to play on his team. Etho was like yes PLEASE. This was Etho’s first multiplayer minecraft experience! Surprise surprise, Bdubs and Guude were playing on other team.

Videos here: Etho’s and Bdubs’

I recommend you watch both-- Bdubs’ to see how insane he is abt Etho and Etho’s bc he tacks on a bunch of unedited stuff at the end of them just fucking around.

Ummm yeah how do I describe this initial interaction. We all know Bdubs is the OG Etho stan so I guess his behavior shouldn’t be surprising, but it still makes me laugh a lot. Especially at the end of Etho’s video when they’re all signing off and Bdubs is like “we’re all friends on Skype now RIGHT?” and making sure everyone has his full government name lol. And by everyone I mean Etho. Etho is also charmed by Bdubs I think idk he laughs a lot at his dumb jokes.

Starting Mindcrack - Oct. to Nov. 2011

Ok it’s a little unclear what happened between RftW and Etho joining Mindcrack but Etho (very circuitously) explains it in this vid. Basically Doc got an invite to Mindcrack after RftW, but for some reason Etho did not. Etho really wanted to join but Guude assumed he would not be interested bc idk? He seemed like a singleplayer guy? Bdubs at this point I am assuming is messaging Etho on skype and also (not assuming, this is fact) begging Guude to invite Etho to the Mindcrack server. Guude finally sends Etho the invite and Etho accepts. Point of this section is that Etho only joined Mindcrack thanks to our boy Bdubs. Is this destiny or what??

First Mindcrack Meeting - Nov. 2011

First, here is some basic info on Mindcrack. Mindcrack was a SMP founded by Guude in 2011. It was one of the earliest Minecraft SMPs and basically the framework for every SMP you know and love now. Mindcrack reached its peak popularity in 2013, and Etho joining late 2011 def. contributed to its popularity as Etho was Youtube Famous.

Etho’s first day on the server he is hanging out with who else but Bdubs and Guude! In this iconic video, we have Bdubs scrambling around trying to come up w/ bits to make Etho laugh, and Etho laughing! We also have Etho teasing/torturing Bdubs. The essential relationship is set and it remains unchanged to this day LMAO.

Watch Bdubs’ and Etho’s vids of this momentous occasion. In Bdubs’ video there is this funny moment where his wife tells him time for bed and he starts frantically gesturing towards Etho in-game as a reason he can’t log out jfksdgfhfjkdlgd

OOGE on the Side - Jan. 2012 to Oct. 2012

Bdubs, Etho and Guude also start filming OOGE late 2011-early 2012, where they complete difficult minecraft challenge maps together. Etho doesn’t let them curse which is a good thing. Read my OOGE ranking here.

OK Back to Mindcrack - Late 2012

For whatever reason, Guude and Bdubs stop collaborating together as much so Bdubs’ number one collaboration guy becomes Generik B (”Genny”). They call themselves the B Team and stream themselves getting drunk on the server weekly (”Cocktail Tuesdays,” unfortunately almost none are archived and believe me I looked). They also scam people on the server. This scamming results in a trial: Etho vs. B Team. It is very funny. Etho also haunts cocktail tuesdays occasionally and tries to kill B Team with anvils. Fun!

Feed the Beast Modded Server - Early 2013

Mindcrack team makes a modded server using FtB modpack. Etho is obsessed with it, Bdubs joins late. They decide to collaborate on an elaborate Call of Duty-inspired minigame/map, with Bdubs building the map and Etho doing the redstoning. Origin of The Curse, where server ends before they can finish their project. I think they only get one practice game in on the map before the server ends and Mindcrack Season 3 starts lol. They must really like working together, though, because they do it A LOT from here on out.

Mindcrack Season 3 (2???) - July 2013 to July 2014

Ok this is the season that Bdubs and Etho really fall in love. They have realized they work well together and start collaborating a lot more this season. Notable projects this season: NETHER HUB (amazing, fantastic, a testament to their absolute stubbornness), and the unfinished sad Arena, cursed by the server reset. They also become horse boys, hang out a lot, and slaughter each other as part of the Death Games. Folks, this is the golden era. The Arena project technically begins Jan. 2014, but they are very wishy-washy about it and end up scrambling (and failing) to finish before the server resets July 2014.

Nether Hub

Yes I am dedicating a section to the Nether Hub. Etho and Bdubs have both gone full-time as minecraft youtubers by now, and boy do they treat building this nether hub as a full time job. I’m talking 8 hour days for over a week, building this freaking hub. They decide to make it out of quartz and hardened clay (terracotta). Mind you this is BEFORE mesa biomes existed and BEFORE you could get quartz by villager trading. why did they do this??!? I don’t know. It looks gorgeous though and its clear they are very proud of it.

Another Modded Server - CrackPack - May to July 2014 lol

The server is a flop so we don’t need to talk about it. There is one funny episode where Etho and Doc give Bdubs a tour of their base while hanging him off a crane. Then they kill him and Doc laughs to the point of tears.

Mindcrack Season 4: The End - 2014 to 2014

All good things come to an end and this is Mindcrack’s turn! After the server reset people aren’t as interested in playing in the server anymore, and gradually interest wanes. Etho and Bdubs decide to have one last collaboration, though, and work on a horse course together, immortalized in this iconic video. They never finish it bc they are cursed <3

Etho and Bdubs both leave Mindcrack server earlier the following year (2015). Etho explains why he left in great detail here. Bdubs doesn’t ever really explain why, so come up with all the wild theories you want (Guude gives some possible explanations which seem a little bitter TO ME).

After Mindcrack

If you’re reading this you’re probably familiar w/ Etho and Bdubs now, so you know they are fine lol. They did a few more series together after Mindcrack (namely Survival of the Fittest and Fly Boys), and now do Hermitcraft and traffic series together. They are friends your honor!! I hope you enjoyed this history.

#info post #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #your ethubs primer everyone #ethubs herstory

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From 2010- Goodbye 2011

2011

Part 16

18th December 2011 London

Nervously I jump around on the spot hearing thefans all scream just as the VT comes on introducing us

"Ok huddle" Liam says with his arms out. We all huddle together "we are only ever going to get one first show. Let's make this count. I know we're all nervous, but let's go out there and just have a good time. Let's smash it'

"Let's go!" Harry yells making me laugh as we all run on stage holding our microphones and immediately Na Na Na starts playing. After our first song we then sing Stand Up then Wish "Good evening London!" Harry says at the end of the song "t'night is the start of our tour so we want you to sing as loud as ya can t'night. When we first got together we spent a lot of time at my house with a guitar around the fire singing some of our favourite songs. So that's exactly what we're gonna do f'you right now"

Finally it's time for our little medley/solo songs. I sit down between Harry and Zayn. First up is Zayn with I Got A Feeling, then Niall sings Stereo Hearts. As usual I do the high harmony while singing. Next up is Louis with Valarie, then it's Liam with Torn. Finally is my turn with I Wanna Dance With Somebody

"Clock strikes upon the hour" as I start singing I get to from my seat and walk towards the front of the stage "And the sun begins to fade. Still enough time to figure out. How to chase my blues away. I've done alright up 'till now. It's the light of day that shows me how. And when the night falls, loneliness calls" I turn to look at the boys smiling "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody. Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody. With somebody who loves me" the boys then all join in "Oh, I wanna dance with somebody I wanna feel the heat with somebody Yeah, I wanna dance with somebody With somebody who loves me" Harry and Zayn place their arms around my shoulders

“think we should do it one more time don't you?" Niall says

"This time put your hands in the air and clap along" Zayn shouts and we sing the last part of the song acapella.

19th December 2011 Westcliff-on- Sea

"I just want to say on behalf of all of us thank you for turning up here tonight your the best fans in the world and your also very good on Twitter" Zayn says into his mic

"We've actually been looking at our favourite tweets today" Liam says “Ah here they are"

"I traveled all the way from Yorkshire on a train to be here" Louis says

"Oooo I like this one. What have you asked for Christmas?" Liam says

"Another dog" I say into my making all the boys laugh

"And what did ya dad say?" Harry asks

"No" I pout "but I just think cookie is lonely and needs a friend"

"I swear your gonna have a zoo one day" Zayn

laughs into the mic

"This was my favourite tweet" I say and turn to the screen "bloody hell I think I need my eyes testing. Ok errrm 'what have you brought on tour with you from home? I've brought a few photos of my family and friends. Ni?" I look at Niall who responds

"Yeah same. Photographs and a few home comforts"

We go through some more tweets then move on to our next song.

21st December 2011 Wolverhampton

"Ok so tonight is a very special night. Tonight we are in Liams home town. Everyone make some noise!" I shout into my microphone and the fans all start screaming "ok, so, because we are here, Liams family have come out. Where are they?" I ask scanning the front row when I finally see them waving"hi!” I wave back “we hope you guys enjoy the show"

"YN isn't your dad here as well?" Louis asks

"He is! And he brought my baby with him!'

"Cookie she means cookie" Liam says

"She's still my baby. Anyway she's probably asleep in my dressing room, either that or I'm going to find some presents when I go back" I nervously laugh, but I know cookie is most likely asleep

“Now because it's a special night we want to hear how loud you guys can be. So this side of the room you've got me and Harry" Louis says

"This side you've got me and Niall" Liam says

"And you guys have the best. Me and Zayn! Whooo! We’re so going to win”

"Ok ok pipe down YN” Niall says laughing

“Ok so we want to hear you scream as loud as you can. Ready?” Harry says “on 3. 1, 2, 3” Zayn and I pull a face and shake our heads

“We can do better than that can’t we?” Liam says “on 3”

“1, 2, 3” Zayn and I look at each other and smile

“Ok now let the best group go. Are we ready?” I ask and hear cheers

“Ok 3, 2, 1” the middle group scream as loud as they can

“Ok well clearly we won” I say turning to the boys

“m’not so sure” Harry replies

“Maybe we should just get everyone to scream that way we all win”

“Niall ever the pleaser” i mutter “fine. Ok we can all win, but only because you all know Zayn and I won. Ok ready! 3, 2, 1….. woah I think they could hear us half way across the globe!”

“The next song we’re going to sing is Up All Night” Niall introduces the next song.

22nd December 2011 Manchester

“Ok guys the next song we got for you is one of the very first songs we recorded straight off the show” Niall says while I grab a drink. Harry hands me a towel

“Thanks I pant taking the towel from him”

“This is everything about you” the music then starts and Liam starts singing. During the chorus I find Alex standing in the front and sing to him. He blows me a kiss making me smile.

After Daniel does is guitar solo it’s my turn to sing

“And you have always been the only one I wanted. And I wanted you to know without you I can't face it. All we want to have is fun, but they say that we're too young. Let them say what they want” I sing going high at the very end and prolong the note while the boys start the chorus

“Give it up for YN!” Niall says as I end the note then join in with the final chorus.

We then run off stage to do a quick change. At this point I’m so used to changing in front of the boys and they are too. They respect me enough not to look. I check myself in the mirror

“Do you think I should go natural?”

“You want to go on stage nude?” Harry asks raising a brow at me

“No my hair” I laugh “I’m getting a little bored of the red hair”

“What is your natural colour?”

“Brown”

“Go for it you can always change it again right?” Zayn says

“Guys your needed back on stage” with that we run back on stage to sing Use Somebody.

23rd December 2011 Manchester

“So, get out, get out, get out of my mind. And come on, come into my life I don't, I don't, don't know what it is. But I need that one thing And you've got that one thing” we sing and at the end Louis and Liam drag me to the ground making me squeal. I sit on the floor and look at the boys as they get up

“Seriously? Why?” I laugh. Niall puts his hands out and helps me up

“Sorry YN but we had to. It’s the last night of the tour for this year” Liam says

“Speaking of, we just want to say that we are having such a good time tonight, but non of this would be possible without our incredible band. So let’s give it up John on the keys, Josh on the drums, Sam on base and last but not least Dan on the guitar!” Louis introduces the band. Each one then playing the tune to What Makes You Beautiful

“Please give it up for our amazing band” Zayn shouts “and who knows we might come back to that song later”

“We definitely will” I laugh

“Now like Liam said. This is our final tour date for this year. Tonight we will be traveling home back for Christmas. So I want us to sing a Christmas song, are you guys down for that?”

“Depends on the song” Zayn says laughing

“I want all of you to sing along. Oh I wish it could be Christmas…” I point my microphone and the fans sing “ohh I wish it could be Christmas…. so let… for Christmas! Whooo that was amazing” I smile

“M’surprised you didn’ make that into a competition” Harry says then immediately regrets “wait no…”

“To late” I smile.

#harry styles x y/n #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry styles x oc #harry styles fanfic rec #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles #6th one direction member #one direction x reader #sixth one direction member #one direction

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