#FJ Swim

[styleofdiamandis]

PERFORMANCE: SZIGET FESTIVAL

Budapest, Hungary welcomed Marina for Sziget Festival, one of Europe's largest music festivals held annually! The singer graced the stage on August 14, 2015.

Our girl sang hits from her then-newest album "Froot" while looking juicy in this FJ Swim purple lycra scoop-neck unitard with contrasting black front zipper.

The look was crowned with a bespoke Piers Atkinson perspex headband emblazoned with “Froot” (pictured with a “Love” motif above). 

M loves herself some insane sunglasses and these House of Holland, and these Crowning Glory sunglasses in green glitter definitely fit the bill.

Marina completed her ensemble with a pair of striking heels by Public Desire. The Valerie is rendered in hot pink faux leather is a platform sandal with buckled sling-back strap.

With the same catsuit, on another day, she rocked a custom pair of Vinylize sunglasses. The Araya (pictured in purple) is crafted from repurposed white record plates! You can get your own pair for $695.00.

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#August 2015 #FJ Swim #Jumpsuits #Piers Atkinson #Hats #House of Holland #Vinylize #Eyewear #Public Desire #Sandals

[demenior]

My dude I am relating so hard to your writing updates right now. I'm at the exact same stage as you, every update you have I'm like: same!!! 😭 I finished writing my longest fic ever a few weeks ago. It's dramatically longer than anything else I've edited and bro the editing is suffering. Any tips haha? I've got so many bits where I put "write later 🙂" and now is later and I've still got nothing.

AYYOOO CONGRATS!!!!

I'm of two minds on editing. Because on one hand, I love finishing things because then I get to finally SHARE IT.

On the other: now i have to face the [write later] bc it is... later...

My biggest tip is that if [write later] still feels too daunting to challenge:

Do you really need this scene, or can you fit in the relevant information before and after it and get away withoutout it (this is the best as it is the laziest method and therefore the most satisfying)

If you have to write it: start breaking it into smaller pieces. The reason you haven't tackled [write later] is because that's too Big an issue.

I usually do this via bullet points: jot down the most important things that have to happen (I try to do it in chronological order)

If THAT isn't working, it's time to break it down even FURTHER. This often means putting dialogue in lose points and writing the scene out like a screenplay script without actually writing the scene like a novel

Once you do the screenplay script, you have effectively written the scene and just have to "translate" it into prose

Examples for #2-4 under the cut:

This is how my notes go for scenes once I have to start breaking them down past the main plot points. These are my actual points for Chapter 9 of The Stranger Who Was Your Self

Eadwulf on guard at night

It’s a clear night sky

He’s a little taken away by the stars. Never seen them like this, not from Rexxentrum.

Reminds him a bit of home.

And yet it is so far from home my goodness :(

Sees stuff in the water, a little freaked bc he doesn’t know if it’s an attack or not

He draws his sword anyways!

Recognizes them as jellyfish. Intrigued by the glowing. Has heard of sea things that bioluminesce but never seen them.

Fjord and Jester wake up and come outside, and stand at the edge of the ship to look out over the water. This is a romantic moment for them.

And then here is where I start getting more detailed with dialogue (often these will be bits of dialogue i have in my head that I don't want to lose, and will lift them verbatim into the final chapter, as I did with the last 2 points here.)

Eadwulf hovers nearby, just in case

See something in the water, disturbing the jellyfish

Eadwulf gets closer to FJ to protect (as in, pushes between them and the edge of the ship)

Oh its a whale shark!

“Looks dangerous”

“I think they’re friendly. Don’t think they have teeth” Fjord admits

Jester leans her head onto Fjord’s shoulder, “it looks like it’s swimming in the stars. Isn’t it beautiful?”

“It is,” Eadwulf admits. He’s not looking at the water.

#replies #asks #congrats on finishing your thing!!!!! #and good luck on the editing! #i love editing and i also... yeah. sometimes.

[plaguedocboi]

I love your ACFs so much… what are all their names?

Thank you!! I’m glad my silly forgs are enjoyed.

Here’s all the frogs and how to tell them apart!

The Girls

Flaticus: Huge. Positively gigantic. Off-white belly, very dark gray back. One cloudy eye (I assume it’s a cataract, it’s been there a few years now and it’s never slowed her down).

Quentina (Q for short): The smallest girl. Used to be a boy! Bright white belly, light gray back with pretty patterns.

Cancaresse: Pretty easy to identify. A chonky albino woman. Very beautiful.

The Men, who are very hard to tell apart

Stephen: The og little dude. FJ and CT’s dad. He has a slightly longer and slimmer body shape than the other two.

FJ (Flaticus Jr): A bit shorter and chunkier than Stephen, but tbh I can’t really tell them apart unless they’re sitting next to each other. CT’s little brother.

CT (Citrus Tangelo): He’s easier to id because he has a curved spine! (It doesn’t really show up in that pic) He’s had it since birth and while I was initially worried about him, it really hasn’t affected him at all. He swims normally and doesn’t have any trouble doing Frog Activities. He’s named after two lab frogs that I took care of several years ago.

And, although she’s gone now, I feel I need to mention the majestic Saint Pamcake, for she will always be one of My Frogs even in the beyond <3

#frogs #african clawed frog

[wizlikesreptiles]

I typed this out for discord but i’m going to drop it here too, because its 734 words in length. help /lh

You get a semi-formatted infodump, because i’m taking my time with this anyways aklfjskdjf :>

Basilisk lizards can run on water! They live in rainforests, by the water. If they see a predator, like a snake or bird, trying to ambush them, then they jump out of their tree, and when they hit the water they start running. their feet are webbed in a way that allows them to run 15 feet before they start swimming. their tail helps them balance. 

Chinese water dragons have really fucking long tails. Like ⅔ of them is tail. It also lives near water, but instead of running on the water, it goes underneath it and hides. It can hold it’s breath for up to 25 minutes, and it swims fast enough to catch fish! Kind of like tUATARAS *gets shot* , they have a ‘third eye’ on the top of their head that detects light levels! excerpt from book, "this ability helps its body tune in to the rhythm of day and night and also to adjust its body temperature."

Despite my tumblr url i am actually pretty normal(/g) about lizards compared to.. SNKAESKES!!?!?!!?!!

LOVE THEM. THEY ARE NOODLES THEY ARE DANGER NOODLES. SOME OF THEM CAN KILL YOU BUT THEY ARE *SO COOL*.

The world’s longest (not biggest-) snake is the Reticulated Python, the longest one found being 32 feet and 10 inches in length! Hatchlings are born at an astounding-for-a-baby-danger-noodle 2 FEET LONG!!! They start off eating birds and small rodents but graduate to eating animals as large as *DEER* when they are full grown. Holy shit akfjslkdjfaslkfj??

Burmese pythons are interesting for a different reason. They are endangered in their native areas in South/Southeast Asia, but they are thriving in a place they aren’t supposed to be; Florida. Nobody knows how they got there, but there is an estimated population of 30,000 to 100,000 snakes. smh

BALL PYTHONS. THE BEST DANGER NOODLE (IN MY VERY HUMBLE NOT BIASED OPINION). Instead of coiling up in the Traditional Snake Pose™ they curl up into a ball with their head in the middle. The ball is so tight that it can be rolled around and the little snek won’t get hurt! they normally hang out in their burrows, however. They hunt at night and are an Ally with the farmers bc they eat rodents. yay!

OHOHOHOHO. GREEN ANACONDAS. THE MECHA DANGER NOODLE. THE LARGEST SNAKE (not as long as reticulated pythons but they are heavier). They can weigh as much as 550 pounds, which is half the size of a horse. Woah. females are bigger than males (gaslight gatekeep girlboss) and they are cool idk. I don’t actually care about them very much but their huge so i am legally obligated to mention them. fdjklfajdfakfdjaklfja;lfjalkdfjalfjlakfj;fj;afj

(theres a whole section on turtples and another on crocidlse that i do not feel like looking at rn maybe later)

*EVIL LAUGHTER*

***TUATARAS!!!!!!!! YESSSSSS!!!!!***

THESE FUCKERS. I LOVE THEM. I AM SO PASSIONATE ABOUT THESE LIZARD-NOT-LIZARDS I COULD LITERALLY IMPLODE RIGHT NOW, i’m gonna repeat some information just so you know bljdkfjalkfbadba. They descended from an entirely different line of reptiles than lizards/snakes did, and they're the only ones left. The final reptile!!! *duna da na. Dada da da daaaa!!!!!* /j

It’s third eye is actually to detect light levels. Adult tuataras eat baby tuataras, that’s right they’re stupid idiot cannabils /aff

They take up to 35 years to reach full size and can’t reproduce until they are 10 or 20 years old. Eggs take 2 years to develop in the females body and after laying they take 16 months to hatch. The reason they are so chill is because they are adapted to New Zealands low temperatures, remaining active at much lower temperatures than other reptiles. They almost went extinct because of rats, but they have recovered fully now! 

They chew their food in a weird way, moving their lower jaw back and forth and cutting the food like scissors. Also sometimes they’ll find a seabird’s burrow and move in, even if they are currently living in the burrow. They’ll eat the eggs/chicks too. They literally just say “fuck you I live here now” and there’s nothing they can do about it its so funny akfjasfk.

The name Tuatara comes from the language of the Maori of New Zealand. It means ‘spiny back’.

#got this all from one book so don't take this as 100% tact #reptiles #snake #snakes #lizards #lizard #tuatara #tuataras #tuatara content for the soul #wiz loves reptiles #again i am so sorry i am very passionate about this and it shows

[gorgynei]

fj 001 !

001 | send me a ship and I will tell you:

when I started shipping it if I did: its less "when i started shipping it" and more "when i stopped shipping other things more" so, around the rumblecusp arc fjorester became my top ship for those two

my thoughts: very nice, very sweet. its a married couple playing 2 dorks falling in love its just nice

What makes me happy about them: oh all of it. theyre so sweet to eachother and fjord is super kind and leaves so much space for jester in the dynamic and then jester loves to tease him its just a great pair

What makes me sad about them: the ways that their upbringings were super similiar and also super different at the same time. the way jester encourages fjord to be himself and the way fjord encourages jester to be more honest about her feelings

things done in fanfic that annoys me: when they make jester super out of character, in any of the numerous ways that happens

things I look for in fanfic: i dont really go looking for fj fics but i do enjoy when they appear in the bg of other fics, just in general

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:  honestly no one.. im not a huge fan of any of the other ships theyre involved in

My happily ever after for them: pirate life 4 ever!! i think their domestic sailing life can be very sweet, and then retiring to nicodranas or the xhorhaus when they feel like it :)

who is the big spoon/little spoon: predictable, but fjord big spoons and jester little spoons. they sometimes invert it but thats what it is most of the time

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: going swimming around darktow's coral reefs (cuz why not)

#1/2/3 ask game #transjesterlavorre #fjord #jester

[petnews2day]

Former BBC presenter announces sudden death of dog on Donegal beach – Donegal Daily

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Former BBC presenter announces sudden death of dog on Donegal beach – Donegal Daily

Former BBC broadcaster, Wendy Austin, says she’s been inundated with support after announcing her dog died suddenly on a Donegal beach.

Ms Austin took to social media to explain her pet Mollie had been on Killahoey Beach swimming when the tragedy happened.

Sharing a snap of Mollie in the water near Dunfanaghy, Ms Austin tweeted: “On a sad personal note, 5 minutes after this pic our beautiful loving kind and altogether awesome 6 year old flatcoat Mollie died doing a favourite thing swimming on Killahoey beach.

“Thanks to all the kind people who helped her and us in our distress xx She was a truly noble dog.”

On a sad personal note 5minutes after this pic our beautiful loving kind and altogether awesome 6 year old flatcoat Mollie died doing a favourite thing swimming on Killahoey beach. Thanks to all the kind people who helped her and us in our distress xx She was a truly noble dog pic.twitter.com/01NzjjnYp6

— Wendy Austin MBE (@wendytalksbizz) November 5, 2022

In a later post she added that it was “all so shocking” and said Mollie was a “lovely dog”.

The tragic news about the dog led to a raft of supportive messages for the former Good Morning Ulster presenter and MBE.

Ms Austin was one of the best-known faces and voices on BBC Northern Ireland, working on Good Morning Ulster, Talkback and Inside Business.

In 2012 she was awarded the MBE for her contribution to broadcasting.

In 2020 she marked her last day at the BBC and was described as one of their “most distinguished, most admired colleagues”.

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[mywonderfulbaby]

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2022 Tri My Best Adaptive Triathlon

St. Louis Children’s Hospital is one of the ONLY hospitals in the nation that hosts an adaptive triathlon to champion kids on the move. The Tri My Best adaptive triathlon encourages children with movement disorders to swim, cycle and run their way to the finish line! (function(d, s, id) { var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id…

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[academyguide]

 [Product Review]Most of us might have gone back to work, but we are bound to still have zoom meetings, conference calls, and talking on the phone on the go. Wireless earbuds have become part of our daily life, from listening to music, watching dramas, talking on the phone to virtual meetings. I use them often enough to conclude what are the important features that I look at in selecting wireless earbuds.On our recent trip to Australia, AJ and I brought our LUMOS TEMPO Wireless Earbuds along because both of us have virtual meetings to attend while holidaying (yes, you hear me right). Who is LUMOS?LUMOS is a proud home-grown Singaporean brand. The brand started with affordable, yet quality home cinema projector. Its direct-to-consumer business model enables the brand to sell without the middleman. So, we as consumers, get those items at a great price!LUMOS launched another product recently – TEMPO Wireless Earbuds. This is the one we brought along to our Australia trip.I have my own checklist when selecting wireless earbuds, and here they are:Active Noise Cancelling (ANC) ANC is a must-to-have and my most important criteria because filtering away surrounding noise is important for me to hear clearly, whether it be for a meeting, call conversation, listening to music, or watching dramas. Filtering out surrounding noise also means one can concentrate better. I must say, LUMOS TEMPOS has a high-quality ANC capability. According to the specifications, it says it can cancel up to 42db of noise (the industry average is 30db). I do not have any device to measure that, but my ears have testified that it is of very high quality.Battery LifeI do not charge my earbuds every day, so having one that has a long battery life span is essential. LUMOS TEMPO packs in 30 hours of battery life, so if you are not a heavy user, the wireless earbuds could last you a week before the next charge.  This feature is all the more important when we travel, which we have experienced on our recent trip.IPX5 Sweat & Water ResistanceBecause I am a sporty person, and I perspire easily, having Sweat & Water Resistance earbuds is important for me. An IPX5 rating means the earbuds can resist a sustained, low-pressure water jet spray, i.e. light rain. It is splashproof/sweatproof, not waterproof, so it is great for exercise but not swimming. Frankly, if you have wireless earbuds that have ratings less than IPX5, you are being short-changed.High-Definition (HD) 6-Mic CallingsLUMOS TEMPO Wireless Earbuds has a 3-mic setup on each earbud, as compared to most in the market with only 2-mic on each side. Thus, our voices can be picked up and delivered clearer and sharper during calls.  I have no complaints from phone recipients about my voice and I did not have to project my voice louder to be heard. This is so important in packed public transport. Just imagine the embarrassment one has to face and the death stares!Ergonomic Design of the Ear BudsOne thing I really love about TEMPOS LUMOS Wireless Earbuds has to be its design. No, I am not referring to its aesthetics, it is the ergonomic design I am referring to. I have tried quite a few types of wireless buds, and utterly hate it when the earbuds kept slipping off my ears! With TEMPOS LUMOS, I do not have this problem at all! In fact, never even once did it slips off my ear. I am loving it!Psst! LUMOS is currently holding a promotion, hop over to its website for more details.LUMOS (function(d, s, id) var js, fjs = d.getElementsByTagName(s)[0]; if (d.getElementById(id)) return; js = d.createElement(s); js.id = id; js.src = "//connect.facebook.net/en_US/sdk.js#xfbml=1&version=v2.3"; fjs.parentNode.insertBefore(js, fjs); (document, 'script', 'facebook-jssdk')); Source link

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[don-lichterman]

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Mink sinks a meal | News, Sports, Jobs

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#Jobs #Local News #meal #Mink #Mink sinks a meal #Mink sinks a mealNews #News #Sinks #sports

[styleofdiamandis]

PERFORMANCE: MARINA AT OSHEAGA FESTIVAL

On July 31, 2015, Marina Diamandis stole the show at Osheaga Festival, delivering a performance that resonated long after the final notes faded. Dressed in her signature style, she commanded the stage with infectious energy.

Marina truly collected FJ Swim catsuits like Thanos collected stones for his glove. Here, she wore the aquamarine lycra sleeveless mock-neck catsuit, which she also previously rocked in blue and black.

The look was accessorized with a bespoke Piers Atkinson perspex headband emblazoned with “Froot” (pictured with a “Love” motif above)...

...and the Public Desire Valerie hot pink faux leather platform sandals with buckled sling-back strap.

Marina was then interviewed by Loulou Magazine at Osheaga where she wore this super cute Fleamadonna Spring/Summer 2015 pink silk hibiscus heart motif suit with peaked lapels! Rihanna is a fan of this print as well.

Finally, she rocked the Daisy pink and clear glitter sunglasses Linda Farrow created in collaboration with Markus Lupfer for his Fall/Winter 2015 collection!

#July 2015 #FJ Swim #Jumpsuits #Fleamadonna #Jackets #Pants #Markus Lupfer #Linda Farrow #Eyewear #Piers Atkinson #Hats #Public Desire #Sandals

[ewwgene-fitzherbert]

c//r e?? - 40

#anyways im at fj/ords seaman adventure.. ava/ntika hot #honestly all ive got to say is that underwater eps stress me out #like when f/jo/rd and avan//tika dove into that well in the snake temple and they swam for So Long #hated that especially when av got hurt and she started losing air and fj fJUCKING TRIED TO HOLD HER DOWN #...........................i no longer trust mr texan tentacle #that was horrible im so relieved he rolled shit and she lived. bad man!!!!! #i know shes bad....... but shes hot u cant drown sexy people its against the rules #hope swimming ends soon bc underwater levels make my skin crawl #my post #also uh at the start of the tentacle adventure fj slipped and called for m/olly and they were like 'great now yas//has crying' #and it broke my heart :((( #anyway im channeling not//ts energy and saying water = bad thank you bye #ALSO AV NOW HAS A HOLE IN HER HAND??? #noooo dont have an orb ripped out of ur hand in an underwater cave ur so sexy aha #ALSO that essentially was like a. pool drain action #this is some fucking fin/al dest/ination shit i hate it here #she was so funny for clapping her hands and going 'ouch ouch ouch' ma'am do you need me to hold that for you? points at her poor hand

[funkymbtifiction]

How do you think each type (MBTI + enneagram) would be affected by tiger parenting or cause them to mistype? Which types would be most negatively affected?

I think negative parenting / circumstances would cause the different types to dig into what makes them that type, not necessarily mistype unless they are highly motivated 3s trying to live up to their parents' standards, in which case, denying themselves their natural thought process and bearing down hard on whatever function will get them the most praise / success in life. (The SP swimmer who neglects Fi, and knowing if they care about swimming, just to win and collect trophies; the TP desperate for approval who leans hard on Fe to sell their ideas to someone else; the FJ who tries to become a TJ, so they can be 'ruthless at business,' etc).

1s would be harder on themselves for failures, 2s will people-please in an effort to get love, 3s will be desperate for approval and accolades, 4s will see this as part of their 'wound' that makes them unfit for the world, 5s will dig deeper into avoidance and certainty and lack of emotion, 6s will try to please the person to feel safe and accepted, 7s will use escapism, 8s will rebel and then have nothing more to do with that person, and 9s will hide inside themselves, growing smaller and smaller to avoid being a target. I think all of them would be negatively affected, but more so the dependent stance feelers.

Btw I think Amy Chua is a 3. You can still be obsessed with achievements and accolades but lack emotional intelligence and tarnish your reputation. A 1 would have more moral backbone than to write and then aggressively market a book on how to abuse your child. A true 1 would have honestly self-reflected, apologized and admitted she was wrong, even if that means damaging her reputation, instead of continuing to defend herself while dragging her adult kids in the process.

1s think that what they do is "right," and "righteous," and if unhealthy, can become militant in defending themselves and avoiding any kind of criticism or blame. Remember, Claude Frollo, the villain of Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame, a man who commits child abuse, murder, and genocide, is a 1 obsessed with purifying and perfecting humanity -- baptizing them in fire. Many hypocrites in history, who killed scores of people on moral grounds, were 1s. That isn't to say Amy is a 1, just that a healthy 1 would most certainly feel appalled to recognize their mistakes, repent and ask forgiveness of others, but an unhealthy 1 would go to their grave insisting that their way in all things is the absolute Right Way. You can be disordered and still a 1.

Sorry I'm just really sensitive about this issue. It really bothers me when people defend tiger parenting or Amy Chua. https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/freedom-learn/201103/what-do-chinese-americans-think-amy-chua-s-tiger-mother

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/freedom-learn/201102/amy-chua-is-circus-trainer-not-tiger-mother

https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/freedom-learn/201903/the-many-shades-fear-based-parenting

I'm not defending her, I would find that repugnant.

#question #mbti #enneagram #enneagram 1

[yuki-tsunodas]

The Player's Tribune: I will never forget the tears I shed that day

Article published 25 March 2021, originally written by Yuki Tsunoda in Japanese.

I translated the article with help from Google Translate and Naver Translator + my own interpretations of their rubbish translating, so apologies in advance for any mistakes! Anything I had trouble translating will be bolded with a (?) next to it!!

　I think that was the last time I cried in frustration, in regret.

　Four years ago, I was only 16 years old and was a student at Suzuka Circuit Racing School. It was the final selection to join Honda's Driver Development Program. If I pass, I can run in Japanese F4 the following year, but if I failed...I was thinking of quitting racing at that time.

　Now, I'm standing at the entrance of the stage called F1. Looking back, that was the turning point of my life.

　Of course, I didn't know if I would pass that year's trial because there were not only those who had already run in F4 but also some drivers who had come back from overseas.

　However, I've been racing in karts since I was four years old, and I've been doing well. That year, I was the youngest ever podium finisher in my debut race in the Japanese F4 championship, which allowed me to participate in the spot (?) race, and won the Super FJ Japan's first championship. At the selection test, there were good results until the final round of selection, and I was in a position to compete for first and second place overall. So I thought I could afford to make a big mistake in the final selection, and I was confident that I would still be in the top two in the end.

　I am a strong driver. But if you can't get results here or if you can't fascinate the judges with your running, it's already known (?). So I was prepared to give up my racing career if it didn't work. I think there were many other routes to go, such as running in other training programs or non-formal races, but I don't like it when it's not the direction I want to go. I decided to live a different life rather than to do it half-heartedly.

　However, the worst result awaited. At that time, I was very weak mentally and, of all things, it showed in the final round. Even before the race, I found myself tense and stiff. My fingertips were also stiff. I was not my usual self. I started like that, but suddenly I was flying...I had to drive through the pitlane and then rejoin the course. I felt like I was running alone, far away from the previous group. I felt sorry for myself, and I didn't even feel like running anymore. As a result, the points in that race were almost zero, and Tsunoda lost in the final round.

　I was so frustrated that tears welled up naturally on the train home. It was the first time since I started racing in earnest. I was the youngest among the participants, but I was shocked because I was confident that I wouldn't lose, and I couldn't imagine anything even if I tried to think about the future. I still remember clearly that I was so depressed that I didn't even want to see my parents on my way home from the Shinkansen.

　But there was only one faint hope. That was what the then Honda F4 coach said in an interview after the screening.

　"As a training driver for Honda, you will not be able to participate in the race next year, since the Formula 4 Honda has four cars. Maybe I can put you in one of the remaining two cars running as Suzuka Racing School."

　That was because former Formula One driver Satoru Nakajima recommended me. Mr. Nakajima was the principal of the school at that time, and at the time of the final selection, he was watching us run in the final chicane.

　I was given a penalty at the start, and I was racing without emotion, but I was running hard so that I wouldn't regret it. Through the visor, I saw Satoshi Nakajima standing in the final corner. I didn't want to show Mr. Nakajima a careless run. It was a hopeless ranking, but I thought I should not give up until the end and keep running toward the group in front of me. Then the road opened.

　In 2017, Suzuka Racing decided to enter me into F4 instead of making me a training driver. Then, I suddenly ranked 3rd overall in the annual overall ranking, and the following year in 2018, I was selected as a Honda Formula Dream Project driver, and was able to become the champion.

　It's all because I was frustrated at that final selection.

　The most unusual thing is that I think it's mental. Until I had a setback, I had a feeling that I would do well until the end without doing anything. I knew I wasn't good at starting even though I failed in the previous round, and I had time to practice before that, but I didn't. There was something sweet about overconfidence. And at that time, I was afraid of making mistakes, so I didn't know how to grow up.

　After failing the selection, I realized that I was still not perfect and that I had to be faster. I realized that it is important to make a lot of mistakes without fear of making mistakes, and to make new discoveries and grow from there. Therefore, I didn't feel impatient when I didn't get points as I wanted in the early part of the F3 and F2 seasons last year after I went abroad. Rather, there was no hesitation in the process of making a lot of mistakes first and learning a lot from them.

　Takuma Sato, a former Formula One driver, now driving in Indycar, is famous for saying, "No attack, no chance," but I think that's exactly right. If you don't try beyond the limits of any sport, you won't find the future, and if you don't try, you'll stop there. Therefore, even if there are times when I make mistakes or get no results, I don't feel strangely distressed. Even if you make a mistake, it's up to you to take it. Mistakes make me want to investigate the cause. If you think that you can overcome it, you can be faster than if you regret the mistake, and you can always face it positively.

　Now that I can race in F1, I feel grateful to my parents. I've liked to move since I was a child, and I played swimming, soccer, mountain biking, and also, not sports, but piano. Now that I think about it, I feel that my father and mother were letting me do what I was interested in. And the reason why I started driving karts was also influenced by my father. My father liked motorsports and played gym carna himself. One day, at the circuit venue I was taken to, I was allowed to drive a real cart. That was the first time. Actually, I also experienced a pocket bike at that time, but after trying two, I said, "The kart is more fun." I don't really remember at all (lol).

　But there were times I got sick of karts...

　For example, when I was about seven years old. When I was playing a game while waiting at the track, my father told me to "focus more on the race," and my game was taken away, and I felt like, "I don't like it anymore." Then my father became getting tougher and tougher on me to improve me, and he scolded me for many things. To be honest, I didn't really appreciate my father until I was 15, and there was a time when I hated him. 'This is "The Rebellion Period".' I think I was in the middle of it.

　Not only my father but also my mother was strict in terms of academic matters. I was always told to study in case I didn't succeed in motorsports. My junior high school was not a public school (?), so after the race, I would go home on the day, get ready for school, go to school, study, and take the test. To be honest, it was hard and I never liked it, but I continued to study anyway.

　At that time, I couldn't thank my parents, but now I have the opposite feelings. I think I am what I am now thanks to their harshness, scolding, and teaching me a lot of things back then. Thank you so much.

　I didn't expect to be able to get to F1 this quickly. Not only are there few Japanese drivers, but they are also those taking the shorter route compared to foreign drivers.

　When I first went to see F1 at Fuji Speedway at the age of seven, Lewis Hamilton and Fernando Alonso were running. At that time, I wasn't longing for it, but I thought "I wanted to race with drivers like this someday", and those feelings are still the same. Hamilton is already a legend, and it's an honor to run with him, but when I get on the circuit, both Hamilton and Alonso are just drivers. Think of them as enemies.

　It's the same for Max Verstappen, who I think is the fastest and strongest opponent in Formula One, and Pierre Gasly, who's my teammate in Alpha Tauri. I want to know as soon as possible how well I can handle Verstappen and how well I can compete. Gasly was active in Japan's top-category, Super Formula, when I was running in Japanese F4, and I hope I can learn a lot of things from him, but I think he's also my biggest rival that I have to beat someday because we're in the same machine.

　'In the world of F1, "speed" is ultimately required.' No matter how fast you say you are, if you show off your speed, you can make an impact, and if you have speed, you can get back in front in the second half even if you were overtaken or separated from the pack in the beginning of the race. However, it is actually the most difficult to show "speed" in a situation like this. My biggest strength is speed, so in addition to that, I want to learn more of what I lack.

　Come to think of it, at an online conference held this off-season, my goal came out big like, "I'll be a Formula One champion more than seven times, the most ever tied," but that's not what I meant.

　I haven't done a single race in Formula One yet, so I can't say that (bitter smile).

　What I'm thinking about right now is to give the best performance I have in the first race, and to get as many points as possible throughout the season. Just like F2, even if you go up to F1, you will make a lot of mistakes from the beginning to the middle of the season, but I want to learn a lot by making new discoveries there. After saying such a thing at the press conference, there was a question like, "What is Tsunoda's ambition?" So I replied, "Maybe I'll win the championship seven times like Lewis Hamilton?" which became a big headline.To be exact, I really want to concentrate on everything in front of me now, and I hope that my ambition will come true as a result of that accumulated effort.

　What kind of scene will I see in the future? I want to improve my ability and become a race driver representing the F1 world, and I think it will be a different pressure and motivation, so the expectations of the fans may be even higher.

　That's why I want to never forget how I felt when I drove in Formula One for the first time in 2021. I want to cherish the current feelings of a rookie and continue to make mistakes to my heart's content, learn a lot from them, and enjoy them.

　I don't think I'll shed tears like I did four years ago in the final selection. I will never forget the tears I shed that day. But if I were to cry from now on, what kind of tears would I have...?

　I think it's realistic to say when I first win the championship. It's very difficult to get to Formula One, but it's going to be a tough road ahead. It's really hard to win, so if I'm going to shed tears, it's probably not "regretful tears" but "happy tears".

#yuki tsunoda #f1 #well this was a pain to translate #but it was a very nice read :D #mine

[justaweirddruid]

After @thebeaubar ‘s post about the fan art yesterday, I decided to count the amount of fan art in the gallery for the ships too.

Notes:

- I looked at the past 46 galleries (not including for episode 134)

- I considered art of the duos together + art of just one of them if it was clearly related to the ship (example: Beau reading the letter Yasha wrote her)

-  I also considered art where other people were included but the focus was the ship (example: Fjord giving Jester the unicorn but Beau and Caleb are also in the art

 Results:

Beauyasha: 106

Fjorester: 37

Widojest: 29

Shadowgast: 23

Fjorclay: 18

Widobrave: 15

Beaujester: 13

Observations:

FJORCLAY – the art for fjord and cad together pretty much died since Cad was confirmed aroace. Most of the art for them was from the scene Fjord tried to pull Caduceus back when he was charmed and swimming towards Vokodo’s lair. RIP platonic relationships, I guess.

BEAUJESTER – sort of the same as fjorclay, the art for the ship disappeared after it was clear beauyasha and fjorester were going to be the canon ships. They’ve had 0 art since that time Jester used Dimension Door with Beau in the Rumblecusp arc. RIP platonic relationships 2.0

WIDOBRAVE – from what I’ve seen, most of the art for the ship is Nott on Caleb’s shoulder or the two of them just next to each other. There was a moment when the ship didn’t have any art for weeks in a roll. Only recently there’s been a few more pieces showing canon moments of the two of them (like Veth and Caleb at the beach or a hug), but it’s never from moments that could be seen as romantic (I haven’t seen any art of their kiss, for example).  

SHADOWGAST – the ship got a few pieces featured in the gallery from time to time, but usually only one every few weeks. Most of the art is from the past couple episodes which makes sense since it’s when the ship got more traction in canon too.

WIDOJEST – this is the non-canon ship that was featured the most and the only one that still does even though it’s very unlikely to happen considering fjorester is canon. The ship also had the same amount of art as fjorester in the weeks after the fj kiss (not considering the gallery for the kiss episode, but the ones since then). I also noticed that most of the art for the ship are from moments that (as confirmed by Liam on Talks) had romantic intent/context from Caleb’s perspective (like the waltz and the cat prince), but no art of a non-canon moment is featured.

FJORESTER – the lack of art for fjorester is very obvious. Even when the ship went canon, it got half the amount of art that beauyasha did a few weeks later (literally half, it was 9 pieces for the kiss in the week it happened + 7 for the next week. Beauyasha had 19 on the week of the date and 14 a week later). And since then it pretty much got 1 piece every other week. I also noticed that most of the art featured for the ship is from canon scenes, almost never just the two of them in a romantic scenery unrelated to something that happened in an episode. I also noticed that a lot of their moments before the kiss were barely featured in the galleries even though there was a lot of art for it (example: the unicorn scene) while other ships’ smaller moments usually got featured a lot. 

BEAUYASHA – honestly, this is the ship that is treated the best in the gallery and I’m happy with the amount of content it’s getting. It’s so hard to see a wlw couple get this much attention in media and I just hope beauyasha continues getting featured this much until the end of the campaign. The ship had 2 clear peaks in the galleries (the flight in Rumblecusp and the date) and it’s been pretty consistent since it went canon, with at least 1 piece every week, but usually more. I also love that a lot of art for the ship is just the two of them being a couple even if it’s not a scene from the episode. 10/10 can’t complain. 

And just in case people say that “artists don’t draw fjorester” and that’s why there’s so little art for them. That is not true at all. There’s tons of art for the ship every single week, just look at Laura and Liam’s likes on twitter. The art sometimes make it into the reel before the episode, but not the gallery. Many canon moments had a lot of art but they are not getting featured... like Jester braiding Fjord’s hair, their conversation at the grove, their kiss after the dragon fight and the giant fight... 

Edit: I would like to point out that this post is not to criticize the fandom or the artists. People can draw whatever they want and enjoy whatever content they want! That’s absolutely fine! Its point is to show the difference in the way all ships are treated in the show’s offical spaces, not the fandom. 

#cr discourse #I won't tag the ships cause I don't wanna fill the tags with discourse #I guess my main point in this is that I wish both canon ships were treated the same #There's so much fjorester fan art every week but they never make it in the galleries...

[janekfan]

Commitment

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26181859

The tiny printed words on the statement Jon held in his hand seemed to swim on the page as he attempted to read it for the third time in as many minutes. Throwing in the towel, he slid it back into its folder beside the scraps of research and notes Martin left behind when he finally succumbed to the flu Sasha saw fit to spread to the staff before disappearing presumably to recover in peace. A persistent headache resistant to even a staggering amount of paracetamol rested just behind his eyes and Jon removed his glasses, folding them beside the copious paperwork, and let his forehead rest on folded arms.

He was, quite frankly. Knackered.

But there was too much left unanswered to not keep working and Jon would be damned if he allowed a little exhaustion to get in the way of figuring out what the hell was going on. Martin would be back soon and hopefully so would Sasha and until then he would pick up the slack. The sound of footsteps drew his attention and he reluctantly turned his head towards the window in the door, tensing when a Tim-shaped shadow paused for a few seconds before walking on and releasing the breath he was holding in a shaky sigh.

It wasn’t a secret, Tim’s dislike of him, and rather than invite his ire, Jon opted to slog through the work from his ill assistants himself. He’d pulled all nighters before, this was no different and it wouldn’t be much longer, he was sure of it. So lost in thought, Jon didn’t notice the footsteps again until Tim’s bulk was all but blocking the light sifting through the frosted glass. Even with that barrier between them, Jon could tell he was upset, shoulders set stiff, his voice slipped through and it was like he was trying to convince himself of something. Eyes wide when the door knob began to turn, Jon scrambled to sit up straight and look presentable before Tim’s cold presence filled the small office.

“Evening, Tim.”

“Haven’t you been home?” Jon forced himself to stay calm despite the scorn in his tone. There was a time. Before.

Well, that was over now.

“Ah, uh. D’didn’t seem worth it.” Mumbled as he gestured at the piles of research, confused when myriad conflicting emotions flew across Tim’s face and settled on weary indifference.

“Why didn’t you--” Tim shook his head. “You know what. Nevermind. Work yourself into the desk.” The slamming of the door and the rattling of the glass reverberated in Jon’s skull, and he groaned, letting his head fall again.

“Night, Tim.”

Groggy, Jon swallowed around the desert in his mouth, coughing roughly into his elbow. Sleeping on his desk hadn’t been a good plan of action at all and if anything his headache was worse than before. Coffee. Tea. Whichever they had in the breakroom. And some more painkillers. He’d been foolish not to drink much of anything before and was certainly suffering for it now, staggering woozily into the rickety shelves against the wall and kissing a box of organized files goodbye as they spilled all over the floor. All he could do was blink dumbly at the new tile job he’d done, stepping carefully over the mess when he felt like he had a better grasp on which direction was up. When was the last time he’d eaten? Thankfully, with everyone either sick or avoiding him, Jon was able to take his time limping to the breakroom and preparing the tea he’d found. He added a generous spoonful of honey, feeling luxurious today, and closed his eyes against just how good the sweet, hot drink felt on his aching throat.

“You look shite.” The disdain was palpable and Jon swallowed around the clot of sorrow. He wouldn’t cry in front of him. He would not.

“Thank you, Tim.”

“Sound it too.” He couldn’t argue, instead finishing up his tea and setting about washing the mug. “Martin keeps telling me to check on you.”

“I’m doing just fine.” He braced himself on the counter.

“Clearly.” Dry.

“You can tell Martin and be on your way. I don’t want to keep you.” He met Tim’s narrowed eyes much more confidently than he felt, wishing he’d kept the mug so he’d have something to do with his hands.

“Tch.”

The day did not go up from there. Jon felt increasingly chilled, even bundled up in everything he could find. The files were still all over his floor and he couldn’t make himself care enough to do anything about it when he could barely lift his chin off his chest.

“Maybe. Maybe a, a lie down.” He took with him the bottle of water he’d been nursing (Martin would be proud and making him proud had climbed to the top of his priority list without him noticing) and the half empty bottle of paracetamol, having to lean heavily on the wall to even make it to the room that held the cot. The whole of him ached fiercely, like his joints were full of glass dust and he was stumbling through a brush fire, and by the time he arrived he had to admit that he was possibly, probably, ill. “Fan’fantastic.” Oh, he couldn’t pinpoint a time in his life when he felt this poorly. He was shaking too hard to get a grip on the cap, cursing children and their child safety, and ended up sending a handful of pills skittering across the floor. He salvaged four, swallowing them dry, and when he coughed, struggled again to open the water bottle only to spill most of it he sobbed. Frustrated, Jon felt tears spring to his eyes when faced with cleaning up the mess he’d made because all he was good for was making a mess of things and this was why he was alone because he deserved to be that way. He forced down the remaining water, scrubbed his forearm roughly against his face, and collapsed sideways, tossing and turning in increasingly vain attempts to get comfortable and only making himself nauseous. He couldn’t get up again. He didn’t want to be sick, instead leaning over the edge of the cot, Jon pressed his face to the cool tile of the floor, breath slow and measured, trying to focus on settling down. God, is this what Martin was having to go through? He should’ve checked on him. Why didn’t he think to check on him? Should. He should do that now. What if he needed help? He should help.

With numb fingers he fumbled for his phone, hissing through his teeth at the sharp stab of pain the bright screen lighting up caused. It was difficult to work the buttons with only one hand, when his contacts list, laughably small, wavered like a disturbed pond but. Each letter felt like a small miracle. But, if Martin was this poorly he shouldn’t, couldn’t be left alone.

mm artin, jut chdcking in hkw fj you ffele?

He knew he’d misspelled several things but had no more energy to contemplate trying a second time. Pressing send was already too much effort as it was and jamming his device back into the pocket he freed it from was out of the question. He wanted to wait for Martin’s response, felt the worry filling him up, choking him, but the phone slipped from his enervated fingers when his eyes slid closed and he finally fell into blissful darkness.

The notification blinked across the top of his screen and Tim ignored it for the third consecutive time, maintaining focus on the game instead of bothering with whatever Martin wanted. He’d checked on the guy and he was on his feet so job done. Martin calling however was a sight bit harder to ignore and he sighed heavily, rolling his eyes before picking up.

“Tim!” He sounded mostly back to normal at least, feeling better if the energy behind his shouting was any indication. “Tim. Are you listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m listening.” Sort of.

“You need to find Jon. S’s’something is wrong.”

“I saw him earlier, he’s fine.” Mostly.

“Tim.” The noise over the line was a cross between frustration and anger. “Tim. He’s not. Please. I’m going to call a cab.”

“No, Martin. I’ll find him. Stay there and I’ll call you back in a tick.” Trust even Jon to cause trouble from another room. He wasn’t in the kitchen, nor was he in his office and the disorderly files littering the ground did send a pang of uneasiness through him. “Jon?” He wasn’t in the stacks and Tim began searching each hallway in earnest, finally considering that he may actually be sleeping and all but ran to storage, throwing the door wide and almost falling to his knees in shock. “J’Jon??” The pills. The water. Martin was right. Something was so, so wrong. “Jon!” When he didn’t move, Tim dropped to the floor, ignoring the medication he crushed to powder under his shoes.

He said he’d call Martin. He needed. He needed to call. 999?

Taking a deep breath and bracing himself for the worst, Tim lifted Jon’s upper body from the floor, exhaling the breath he was holding in a rush when he moaned, brow creasing. He cradled him against his knee to run his fingers through Jon’s loose, sweat-damp hair so he could see his deeply flushed face.

“You’re burning up, boss.” Murmuring absently, Tim let his hand rest on his forehead. Martin. He shifted enough to sit on the edge of the cot, Jon still halfway in his lap, completely out of it, and dialed.

“Tim?”

“You were right.” Tim sighed. “He’s down with what looks like your flu.”

“It wasn’t mine.” Barely audible muttering drifted through the speaker. “How is he?”

“I think. I could use some help here. If you’re feeling up to it.” He looked down. He had yet to remove his hand. Jon had yet to wake up. “He’s, he’s bad off.”

“Should you call A&E?” Martin’s voice went quiet at the same time the hazy brown of Jon’s eyes became visible through fluttering lashes.

“He seems to be coming awake on his own. Uh, see you in?”

“Fifteen.” And disconnected the line.

“Jon?” In response he coughed and it rattled in his narrow chest painfully.

“We, we, w’we’ll need to find a replacement.” Despite all that happened between them, Jon’s strange, slurred words made something in Tim’s chest ache and he laid his palm along the length of his feverish cheek.

“A replacement for what?” Fitfully, Jon turned his head, hiding his eyes from the light in Tim’s shirt and swallowing painfully.

“Teakettle’s.” The wheezing, struggling pull for air wasn’t good. “I’it’s gone walkabout.”

Oh dear.

“Martin’s on his way.” Thank god. “He’ll know what to do, just relax.” This was it, his brain was melting. “We need to cool you down.”

“N’no. M’already cold.” Shivering, like he had to prove it, the whine in his refusal was almost, dare he say it. Endearing. If only because this was so far on the opposite end of his usual spectrum and he was so poorly. “Tim?” Why did he have to be so talkative now?

“Yeah, boss?” Gently he eased Martin’s scarf from around his neck and for someone so oblivious of his own infatuation, Jon clearly had it bad for the man if he’d resorted to stealing Martin’s clothes for comfort.

“If you--stop.” Tim was able to bat Jon’s uncoordinated hands away from where he was working on the buttons of his jacket until the man forgot what he was doing. “If you were a beetle…” Despite himself, Tim couldn’t help but chuff. He should record this. It was gold.

“Yeah, boss?” Pressing his fumbling fingers down again, squeezing lightly.

“What would y’do with your extra legs.” When Tim laughed, easing Jon’s arms out of the sleeves, the archivist frowned so very seriously. “S’for research, Tim.” He shivered again, shaking delicately all over now. Of course there would be a sweater under here. No wonder he was boiling. “Tim?” This time he whimpered.

“Yeah, boss?” And Jon’s voice was the smallest, most broken thing.

“Don’t. I think. Think m’not well.”

“Understatement of the year, I’m afraid.” He heard his breath hitch when he tugged the sweater over his head to find him in his vest.

“Tim?”

“Yeah, boss?” To his dismay, tears slipped down his cheeks into the already sweat damp hair at his temples. Tim didn’t remember there being so much grey.

“M’sorry.” Lips pressed together in a trembling line. “M’so. So sorry.” Now wasn’t the time for this. Where was Martin? Martin who was so much better at this than he was. Who still worried about the man trembling in his lap.

“S’alright, Jon.”

“Tim?” Speak of the devil, Martin swung around the door frame, panting, having evidently run from the cab. “He looks really bad.” He unbundled himself, reaching into the bag he’d brought for a thermometer, passing it off to Tim and unpacking the rest of his supplies which included a thermos of tea. Because Martin. Soft and sure, he brushed his fingers through Jon’s flyaways, smoothing them out of his face. “I’ve brought some Lemsip. Christ, he’s so much worse than I was--what’s it say?”

“39.5. Never anything by halves.” Martin visibly relaxed.

“High, but not dangerous and he’s no doubt miserable. The medicine will help.” He knelt beside them, fixing a smile upon his face. “Hullo, Jon.”

“Y’should be resting.” He seemed confused to see him, limp and pliable when Martin switched places with Tim and knuckled away his tears.

“I will once I’ve seen to you, alright? We both will. Take these for me?” Clumsy, Jon followed his directions, even downing the tea without complaint, and Tim admired Martin’s control of their strong willed, idiot coworker, wished he still felt that easy around him. Martin was petting back his hair and Jon was struggling to stay awake, slightly cross-eyed and basically staring, besotted, at Martin’s face. “How’re you feeling?”

“N’need to.” Jon blinked hard. “Tell.”

“Hush,” he soothed, “whatever it is can wait.” But Jon shook his head, insistent.

“Queen of Egypt melted, ‘nd I’ll say that ye may love in spite of beaver hats.” The hell? Martin’s eyes went wide at his nonsensical rambling and Tim began sputtering.

“Was that part of a statement? Is he going all,” Tim wiggled his fingers for emphasis. “Spooky?”

Martin shook his head, clamping down on what appeared to be laughter as Jon finally slipped sideways into sleep.

“He just recited Keats. I am never letting him live that down.” It was Tim’s turn to laugh.

“You dunno the half of it, Marto.”

After tucking Jon in and cleaning up the mess he’d made earlier; only paracetamol, he’d probably felt ill but spilled the bottle in such a state, Martin checked his temperature again and found it lower.

“How’re you doing, Tim?” They were tidying the files Jon had knocked off his shelf earlier and even though Martin had given him an out, he found he wanted to help. He’d been scared earlier, finding him like that, and all the animosity between them unresolved made it worse. They were friends once. And like Martin said, Jon was going through things right along with them.

“Tired.”

“Thank you, for staying with him until I could get here.” Martin tapped together a neat stack of folders. “I know.” He sighed. “Well. I know.”

“He took over all your paperwork, so I owed him one.”

“Of course he did.” He began grumbling to himself about fools and their tendencies to not use their brains, compiling reports much more aggressively than before and it was Tim’s turn to shake his head because Martin.

He had it just as bad.

#TMAHCWeek #TMAHC #Jonmartin #pining #the magnus archives #TMA #fever #sickfic #sick jon #Jon sims #Martin Blackwood #Tim Stoker #delirious