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scr4n · 2 years

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Messicana Pizza 🍕 (tomato sugo, mozzarella, cajun chicken, jalapeños, red peppers and red onions)

Rigatoni Salsiccia 🍝 (onion, chilli and Italian sausage in a creamy Napoli sauce)

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queenketouk · 2 years

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AUTHENTIC ITALIAN TOMATO SAUCE

Authentic Italian Tomato Sauce. 2.3g carbs. It's delicious, super easy, and ultra quick.It takes literally 5 minutes from start to finish and sooooo much better than anything you buy. Read the full article

#dairy free #gluten free #italian #keto #low calorie #low carb #marinara #tomato sauce #sugar free #sugo #sugo di pomodoro

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swish-swish-nyoom-nyoom · 2 years

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#i just had a dream where i went on an international trip with a classmate I didn't like in elem/middle school and she asked me the weight #of lead bc she thought there was some in her tomato sauce (?!) and she concluded #‘when the sauce is deep (il sugo è profondo) it hits you differently’ 😂😂😂😂😂😂#wtf was that lmao #personal

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iwilldestroytom · 6 months

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Sugo Rosso Red Sauce This fresh, simple red sauce is an Italian staple and a mouth-watering delight. 2 large tomatoes, 2 tablespoons olive oil, 2 cloves garlic crushed, 1/2 teaspoon salt, 4 large basil leaves chopped

#italian #heat #staple #tomatoes #sugo rosso #sauce

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lee-pace-everyday · 6 months

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Recipe for Sugo di Pomodoro Authentic Italian Tomato Sauce a straightforward version of the traditional sugo, an extra-virgin tomato sauce with basil, garlic, and garlic. Use on gnocchi, pizza, pasta, and other dishes. 4 cloves garlic halved, 2 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, 2 cans passata, salt to taste, 1 onion chopped, 1/4 cup fresh basil torn in half

#sugo di pomodoro #italian #authentic italian #tomato sauce #pizza

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guillaumeferranddd · 8 months

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Sugo Rosso Red Sauce This fresh, simple red sauce is an Italian staple and a mouth-watering delight.

#sugo rosso #sauce #red sauce #olive oil #delight #italian #tomatoes

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lalinguadeifornelli · 8 months

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#gnocchi #italianfood #potatoes #patate #recipe #tomato #sugo di pomodoro #tomato sauce #Youtube

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boundlessbrainwavesblog · 9 months

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The cookbook "Savoring Italy: Mastering the Art of Sugo - A Classic Italian Tomato Sauce Recipe"

Sugo" is a gastronomic delicacy that is cherished by both locals and food fans alike. It is located in the center of Italy, where the perfume of tomatoes permeates the air and the sound of wine glasses clinking reverberates across scenic vineyards. Read more

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polytoxikomaniac · 2 years

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Sugo is ready 🤗🍅🍅🍅

#tomato #sugo #cucina

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nc-vb · 11 months

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭

this is a repost from my old blog! and also the first fic i wrote for tumblr lol.

pairing -> vinsmoke sanji x reader

notes -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn’t feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive…? just in case

wc -> 1.2k

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you’d realize it’s already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you’d gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

“Ah, _______-chan!” Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. “I was wondering when you’d make your way in. You’re just in time – I’m making lunch!”

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward you, and your blink. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

“Sanji-san… this is delicious!!” you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. “It’s the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–” You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. “You really are such an amazing chef.”

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you’re turning to the cook with worry.

“Sanji-san, what’s the matter?” you ask, reaching out to him. “Did I say something wrong? I’m sorry if I did, I-I–”

“I…” You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. “I just didn’t expect you to be so cute.”

“C-Cute?!” you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

“San… ji-san?”

“______,” he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. “You really are the cutest.”

“I-I… Sanji…”

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you’re able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I… I… guess…”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

#hnnnggggg eternally soggy for this man #i almost forgot to bring this fic over with me from the old blog and i'm kinda sad about that #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x yn #sanji x y/n #vinsmoke sanji x yn #vinsmoke sanji x y/n #one piece x reader #sanji fluff #✦ nc vb.

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scr4n · 6 months

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Sugo 🇮🇹

Rigatoni All'Arrabbiata, spicy San Marzano & fresh baby plum tomato sugo (Lazio) 🔥

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stormyoceans · 2 months

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Ok then top 5 pasta SAUCES!!

SFJKSHFKGSKDGSJ ALRIGHT!!!!!!!!!

1. carbonara. love and light to all but carbonara is made with only 5 essential ingredients: guanciale, pecorino, egg yolks, black pepper, and spaghetti. you take out or change any one of these, then it’s no longer carbonara. i have no doubt it tastes great anyway, it’s just not carbonara. and carbonara is SACRED.

2. pesto alla genovese. fresh pesto made with a mortar and pestle is quite possibly the closest thing to heaven i can imagine. it's absolutely perfect as a pasta sauce (you HAVE TO use trofie as a pasta shape), but my guilty pleasure is to simply eat it by itself on a bruschetta. it’s just THAT good.

3. sugo al pomodoro. tomato sauce may sounds too simple considering all the different kind of ingredients you can pair with pasta, but sometimes nothing is quite as good and comforting as simplicity. this one is also the most versatile sauce of all because it goes well with pretty much any pasta shape.

4. aglio, olio e peperoncino. even simpler than tomato sauce, you literally need only 3 simple ingredients to make this, as the name suggests: garlic, extra virgin olive oil, and red pepper. pair it up with spaghetti, pour yourself a glass of white wine to go along with it, and you basically have my go to comfort dinner.

5. pasta alla norma. possibly named after the title character of an opera by vincenzo bellini, this pasta pairs tomato sauce with fried eggplant and salted ricotta cheese for an explosion of flavours that could make everyone swoon, even people who usually don’t like eggplants. TRUST ME.

#this would probably anger so many italians since i left out ragú and amatriciana BUT I STAND WITH WHAT I SAID #thank you so much for asking this karen!!!!!!!#hope you're having a wonderful day!!!!!! 💜#my top 5 #m: ask #cw food

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sciatu · 9 months

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Ospitalità siciliana : Arrivo con La Moglie dalla nostra fruttivendola di fiducia “Signooora comu stà? Chi ci dugnu Signooora? Due pomodorini pizzuti così si fa la pasta con il pomodoro fresco? Due belle mulanciani (melanzane) viola? Così se le mette sulla pasta col pomodoro fresco o si fa una bella parmigiana? Pigghiassi due cipolle di tropea: zuccuru sunnu!! Se le mette nell’insalata di pomodorini o nella parmigiana o si li fa sfumati con l’aceto e le mette sopra un calamaro arrostito? Vuole due pesche tabacchiera? Sono dolcissime, se a fine pasto se le mette in un bicchiere di vino e le mangia finisce in paradiso. Vuole un melone bianco, lo deve assaggiare freddo con il prosciutto: una delizia! Con questo caldo bisogna mangiare leggero che sembra di essere in un forno. Noi dormiamo in terrazzo perché i condizionaturi nun cia fannu. Quando respiriamo pari (sembra) chi rispiri focu. Vuole due cricopi (albicocche) o un melone (anguria) se quando torna dal mare tutta bruciata apre il frigo e se ne mangia una fetta non sa che piacere, è come fare una doccia. Tenesse signora: pitrusinu (prezzemolo) accia (acacia) e basilicu in omaggio. Non si scuddassi u rienu (origano) che pure il pane duro bagnato con olio sale e rienu è un piatto da re.” Entriamo dal pescivendolo “Signuura bonciornu, che ci dugnu? Due aguglie da fare fritte con la farina o rustuti (arrostite) due calamari che si fa il sugo o se li mangia arrostite che con olio limone e anticchia i rienu s’arricria (rinasce)…..” Sicilian hospitality: I arrive with La Moglie from our trusted greengrocer

“Madam, how are you? What do you want Signoora? Two pizzuti tomatoes, how do you make pasta with fresh tomatoes? Two beautiful purple mulanciani (aubergines)? So if you put them on pasta with fresh tomato or do you make a nice parmigiana? Pigghiassi (take) two Tropea onions: zuccuru sunnu (they are sugar)!! Do you put them in cherry tomato salad or parmesan or do you deglaze them with vinegar and put them on top of a roasted squid? Do you want two snuffbox peaches? They are very sweet, if at the end of the meal he puts them in a glass of wine and your husband eats them he ends up in heaven. She Wants a white melon, she must taste it cold with the ham: a delight! In this heat you have to eat light that it seems to be in an oven. We sleep on the terrace because the air conditioners don't fannu. When we breathe pari (it seems) who breathes focu (fire). She wants two cricopi (apricots) or a melon (watermelon) if when she comes back from the sea all burnt she opens the fridge and eats a slice she doesn't know what pleasure, it's like taking a shower. Tenesse Signora: pitrusinu (parsley) accia (acacia) and basilicu for free. Don't scuddassi u rienu (don't forget the oregano) that even hard bread soaked in oil, salt and rienu is a dish fit for a king.” We go to the fishmonger “Signuura bonciornu, che ci dugnu (what do I give you)? Two garfish to be fried with flour or rustuti (roasted) two squids that make the sauce or eat them roasted that with lemon oil and anticchia (a little) of rienu s'arricria (reborn)…..”

#sciatu #sicilia #sicilian food #siciliano

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niicevibe · 2 years

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 | 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈

i'm so ridiculously in love with this man, it is a terrible obsession, and so here's this quick, self-indulgent lil thing i wrote for him and me reader. i feel like a goober tho, this is the first piece i've posted on here besides an oc story and my headcanon collections LOL

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 -> feminine terms (mellorine, mademoiselle); kind of based off of a scene from that vr one piece game; y/n is a new straw hat member i guess + her noble family kinda sucks; kind of rushy bc i didn't feel like writing a backstory lol; honourifics are used; maybe a little suggestive...? just in case

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.2k :)

“What a cute kitchen!”

Your eyes can barely contain their sparkle as you take in the final room of the tour. Smiling, you'd realize it's already occupied by the light chopping sounds coming from the left of the entrance. You approach him from behind, tapping him on the shoulder. “There you are, Sanji-san,” you'd gently called, not wanting to startle him in the middle of his food prep.

"Ah, _______-chan!" Throwing a careful grin of his own over his shoulder to you, he sets down his knife at the edge of the cutting board to turn completely around to you. "I was wondering when you'd make your way in. You're just in time – I'm making lunch!"

“I’m sorry it wasn’t sooner,” you apologize with a small laugh. “I think Nami was just a little… excited? Relieved? That she wasn’t “the only woman” on the Merry anymore, I mean. Her grand tour felt more like a tea date.”

“No apologies necessary; making you feel at home with us comes first. Do you?” he asks.

“I do,” you reply easily. “Our captain encouraging me to toss a chair at my window to escape was probably one of the first signs of that one for me.”

Sanji chuckles. “I’m glad. Well, what do you think?” He raises his arms from his sides, inviting you to take in his safe haven.

“It’s quite lovely, as I suppose kitchens normally are?” You glide your fingers across the island, enjoying how smooth the surface had felt on your skin. “This is my first time being inside one.”

“Your first time?” Sanji repeats, genuinely shocked.

Nodding, “I was never allowed inside ours,” you explain. “My parents were… very conservative and traditional in their ways. It may have stemmed from them being apologists of the World Government and the Celestial Dragons, but they always said that entering such places would be beneath our name.” You sigh deeply. “I always knew they were wrong.”

For a moment, Sanji is quiet, the slight tapping of your shoes and the bubbling of the boiling liquid in the pot overtop the stove the only sounds filling the room.

“I didn’t know you were also the chef until Nami mentioned it in her tour,” you add, your voice soft. “How wonderful.” You sniff the air, your lips quickly rising once more in appreciation of the scent filling the kitchen. “Wow… That smells incredible.”

Sanji’s lips part in awe at you, watching you move closer toward the stove. Not wanting to hang your head directly over the pot, you waft the vapour closer to you, inhaling deeply.

“What do you call this, Sanji-san?” You gesture into the pot. “I’m not sure I’ve ever had this before.”

“… it’s called Sugo all’amatriciana,” he says, making his way to join her side. “A sauce made of tomatoes.” From the drawer to the right of the stove, Sanji steals a spoon. “Panchetta. Pecorino romano.” Having given the sauce a stir with a ladle, he dips the spoon inside to scoop some up. “Onion and garlic.” A hand cradling beneath the spoon’s curve, “and a bit of basil.” He lowers it toward Mavis, who only blinks. “Try it.”

“Really? Could I?”

Sanji’s lower lip curls inwards, pinching the inside flesh between his teeth when you lean forward to blow lightly on the sauce. Lips parted, you barely release a breath, one just strong enough to begin cooling it, before taking it into your mouth and sucking back the contents in the spoon.

"Sanji-san... this is delicious!!" you gush after a moment spent savouring the flavour. "It's the perfect amount of garlic, and the pecorino tastes so fresh–" You hum almost excitedly at the leftover flavour on your tongue. "You really are such an amazing chef."

Sanji’s grip on the handle falters, the metal slipping from between his thumb and forefinger and clattering to the floor, his other hand coming up to clap over his own mouth. Immediately, you're turning to the cook with worry.

"Sanji-san, what's the matter?" you ask, reaching out to him. "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry if I did, I-I–"

"I..." You frown, the skin of your forehead bunched together in concern. "I just didn't expect you to be so cute."

"C-Cute?!" you exclaim, your face instantly exploding with heat.

Sanji swears his entire body stalls at your expression; like a set of cogs that’s lost one of its gears, the chef goes still, but his heart continues to pound beneath his ribs. As you attempt to collect yourself, Sanji slowly extends his hands out toward you, and places them on your shoulders.

"San... ji-san?"

"______," he practically whispers, head tipped down toward yours. You swallow, nerved by the intensity in his one visible eye. "You really are the cutest."

"I-I... Sanji..."

This time, your warmth is contained to your cheeks. Sanji’s smile is sweet, crooked with the relief of not being pushed away by his new female crewmate or battered on the head by them. The gentleness in your eyes entrances him, and before he can control himself, the young cook leans forward toward the young deckhand, his eyes shut and lips searching for yours. A small breath escapes you before you're able to reel it in—it would be your first kiss. Your first kiss with, practically, a stranger. And yet, you can’t bring yourself to pull away— it’s actually quite the opposite.

Hands having risen to balance your trembling body against him, they press into the lapels of his blazer, your fingers winding around them to give him a slight tug toward you. Eye swirling with adoration, Sanji is quick to fit his lips to yours, his own hands respectfully daring to come up to rest above your hips. With a small sigh, you press into him just a little more firmly, a little more curiously, steadily becoming more and more listless the longer your kiss goes on, and despite the loss of air in your lungs, you discover it to be difficult to pull away from Sanji, your hands releasing his suit and travelling to hold him to you by his nape.

The sharp hitch of your breath should have acted as a sign that you should pull away, that you should break to breathe, but you couldn’t bear to let him go. Feeling the tip of your tongue suddenly dart along his lower lip, tasting the faintest hint of tobacco that had lingered from his last cigarette, Sanji chuckles into your mouth. Cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he gently insists on bringing you back down to earth with a subtle tap against your side that has your eyes opening. Finally, you part from him, sucking in a breath so deep that it nearly has you choking on it.

“M-Mellorine, mellorine,” Sanji calls to you over your heavy panting, a hand rising from your hip to tilt your chin toward him, “you have to breathe at some point, no?”

“I-I... I… guess...”

Sanji blinks at you, his own face flaming once again. Did she sound… disappointed? His hands, warm and slightly calloused at the tops of his palms, slide around to hold your face in them.

“I adore your enthusiasm, mademoiselle, but if you pass out, I can’t kiss you how I want to.”

#sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji fluff #sanji imagine #sanji scenarios #one piece #one piece fluff

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yifeiyay · 11 months

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basic post for if you want to get into superformula

superformula is the top flight of motorsport in japan, home to the fastest single seaters after f1. it's been around since 1973, which is quite a while!

4 races of the season may have passed but it is not too late and since there is increased interest this year i thought people might want to know, so...

the format

there are 22 cars and 2 groups of qualifying, Q1A and Q1B. the top 6 of each group then go on to fight for pole in Q2. each session is 7 min long.

the polesitter gets 3 points, starting p2 gets you 2 points, starting p3 gets you 1 point. this makes qualifying more important than other series imo

the races are typically 40ish laps; over 250km. you are given 2 sets of tyre compounds and you need to use both during the race, which means everyone must pit at some point. expect strategies like an f2 feature race.

the race winner gets 20 points. p2 gets 15, p3 gets 11, p4 gets 8, p5 gets 6. p6 down to p10 gets 5 to 1 point.

the drivers

they are mostly japanese, clearly. the radio and bulk of the onsite interviews are in japanese, but english comms will translate so i think it's not a problem. also the interviewer switches languages at the drop of a hat she's insane (in a good way).

i'm going to introduce the names you might have heard of in other series. but shoutout to tomoki nojiri, the current reigning champion.

ok. if you're reading this chances are you've heard of liam lawson (#15) and his exploits in this series thus far. one of marko's twinks-in-waiting and arguably the most promising one rn. has had a decent amount of lore in his career for his age thanks to dtm. and twitch 💀 bffs with yuki tsunoda and appeared on dts bc of it

ryo hirakawa (#20), the beloved little brother in the toyota gazoo racing #8, won le mans and the wec wdc as a rookie. youngest ever super formula driver. has come close, but has never won the championship. which he should bc he's won super gt and japan f3 already and if he wins this it's the japanese triple crown. bffs with nick cassidy of fe championship leader fame (sorry i had to mention it somehow)

kamui kobayashi (#7), who is somehow driving and being his own team principal in wec (where he coincidentally also drives a toyota #7). was in f1, has multiple wec titles to his name. but no super formula title either. in fairness i doubt it was ever his main focus. still fun to have him around.

if you've followed f2 since like 2018? you'll recognise some names such as nirei fukuzumi #12 (cousin nirei if you follow albon_pets, also has been sf vice-champion), nobuharu matsushita #50 (the embodiment of that tomato girl aesthetic on tiktok), giuliano alesi #36 (son of the jean alesi), and cem bolukbasi #55 (most recent f2 to sf grad alongside liam)

the calendar

ok there are only 5 races left.

sugo, 16-18 june

fuji, 14-16 july

motegi, 18-20 august

suzuka double header, 27-29 october

that's it! i'm new to this too tbh and i understand the timezones are pretty ass for people that aren't in the asia pacific region but i hope this helps you out regardless!

#super formula #.info #m

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idiotcurls · 1 year

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This is my favourite part of a thingy thing I’m writing about Steddie. Eddie is secretly a poet and doesn’t know. And he is very well aware, hes falling in love with Steve, because him bossing around Dustin in the kitchen, made Eddie have a vision of domestic bliss. 18+ btw

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In that moment, Eddie had a vision of him and Steve in their imaginary shared flat, where he bent Steve over the kitchen counter and fucked him stupid, in the middle of making dinner, on a random Tuesday night, because they just couldn't wait for later. Greetings from the kitchen, or whatever rich people called it.

Maybe it started with something benign like Steve letting Eddie taste test his homemade tomato sauce, excuse him, sugo, the one with the fresh basilico and authentic grana padano.

But it ended with him whispering into Steve's ear, how tight and good he was for him, pulling his perfect hair, ruining it. And ruining him a bit more with every dive he took into Steve's perfect body.

The three course menu for Eddie was Steve, Steve, Steve. He would drink his moans, like he was wandering through the desert. Savor them and remember the taste of their deep, intimate, lazy kisses, like they were vintage wine, aged and loved and tended to. Too special to be shared with just anyone.

He imagined Steve painting him, like a work of art, while he was riding Eddie's rock hard cock, making something so carnal so beautifully delicious, like a book of poetry about some sort of Zeitgeist.

Or something along those lines. Eddie wouldn't know, because he wasn't a romantic person. In hindsight he wondered, why he knew so much about expensive food. Television, he figured.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #careful its smut #stranger things #i think eddie is a romantic #sue me

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