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vivwritesfics · 4 months

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(Oh My God) They Were Roommates

Chapter Nine - Cough Cough I'm Sick

Lando Norris and Y/N L/N were teammates. Tension had been between from the minute they started driving together and, when it only got worse, McLaren CEO Zac Brown decides there's only one solution: Have them live together.

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Here's the thing, it was exactly what it looked like. Max let out a laugh as he looked at the papaya drivers panicked. "Relax," he said quickly and walked out of the driver's room. "I'll meet you both outside."

Y/N and Lando looked at each other as Max shut the door. "Fuck," she whispered as she pulled her clothes back onto her body. She swapped Landos shirt for her own.

Wordlessly, Y/N left his drivers room. She pushed past Max and sped walked out of the track. She was so fucking stupid - this was why they had those rules in the first place!

And now that Max knew, what was going to happen?

She didn't sleep that night, anxiety overtaking her. For the first time of the grand prix weekend, Y/N checked her phone. She went onto her private account, went to the for you page (for the memes) and was immediately flooded with pictures of her in Landos hoodie. Fuck, that was right. She was wearing Landos hoodie.

She didn't know if Lando went to the club with Max, but she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and tried to get some sleep.

***

They'd been home for two days and they hadn't slept together. It was unusual, but Lando couldn't blame her, especially after what had happened in Spain.

He missed her. Which, this time just a few months ago, would have felt impossible. But he really did miss her, everything about her.

She didn't entirely avoid him, but it felt like she didn't want him anymore. They hadn't properly spoken since the grand prix, almost like they weren't even friends anymore.

Lando kept himself busy. He gamed and streamed a lot, rarely giving himself time to think about the little hole in his heart.

It was an overreaction, Y/N knew. But she was terrified of the consequences that they'd inevitably get. So far, nothing had happened. But that didn't mean it wasn't coming.

The next week was the Canadian grand prix. For every grand prix since they began living together, Y/N and Lando had travelled together. One of them would usually drive to the grand prix, taking it in turns.

This time, though, Y/N travelled alone. She made her own way to the grand prix, over thinking and then sleeping on the flight.

Lando hadn't realised she'd left. He knocked on her bedroom and pushed it open. "Y/N?" He called, but she wasn't there, already on her way to Canada.

Obviously, Y/N arrived before him. She’d slept on the flight, sure, but she still made her way to her bedroom for a nap. Exhaustion gripped her as she got under the blankets and closed her eyes, still in her travelling clothes.

When Y/N woke up, there was insistent knocking on her hotel room door. “Fine, alright!” She shouted, her voice croaky. Her throat killed as she pulled open the door and came face to face with the McLaren marketing manager. “Hey,” Y/N said, rubbing at her eyes.

“You’re meant to be doing media things with Lando,” the marketing manager said quickly.

“Fuck,” she whispered under her breath and checked the time on her phone. Had she really been asleep for that long? “Okay, I’ll get dressed.”

She shut the door and got changed. What she would have loved to do was take a shower, but with the way the marketing manager was talking, she definitely didn’t have time.

As soon as she was dressed, Y/N followed the marketing manager down to the lobby of the hotel. Outside there was a car waiting for her. She climbed into the back seat and pressed her head against the cool window as they drove towards the track.

Somehow, she fell asleep in the car once again. She woke up to somebody shaking her shoulder, and was quick to follow them into the McLaren hospitality unit. Her had swam as she walked, but she ignored it; she had a job to do.

It was the first time she had seen Lando since she left their apartment. “Hey,” she said through a croaky voice as she sat in the seat beside him.

“Are you okay?” Asked Lando, his arm resting on the sofa behind her.

Y/N quickly moved it. She nodded her head and looked at the camera in front of them as a member of staff past her and Lando question cards.

***

She was sick. That was clear to anyone as she threw up into her bathroom. But to her, it was just stress. She’d had a taste of her first win and she wanted more. Th thought of trying to keep being consistent was making her so stressed that she was coming across sick.

She threw up before qualifying. How she made it all the way to Q3, she didn’t know, but she struggled to qualify in the top five. As soon as qualifying was done, Y/N rushed back to the hotel room while the team at McLaren took care of the media for her. She managed to avoid fans as she was driven back to the hotel.

As soon as she was in her room as she asleep on her bed, still wearing the McLaren shirts and shorts that she had left the circuit in. She didn’t even climb under the covers before falling asleep, her head just about on the pillow.

Again, she woke up to somebody knocking at her door. Again, she reluctantly stood up and pulled open the door.

Only this time, it was Lando on the other side of the door. “Shit,” he whispered as he looked at her. “You look…”

“Like shit,” Y/N answered for him.

“Are you okay?” Lando asked again and Y/N nodded, leaning her forehead against the wood of the door frame. But Lando clearly didn’t believe her. He stared at her, raising his eyebrows, waiting for her to take it back, to tell him that she was feeling as terrible as she looked.

Still, she couldn’t admit it. Lando tried to walk past her, to get into her room, but she stood in his way. “What do you want, Lando?”

“I want you to admit that you’re sick and let me take care of you.”

“I don’t want you to take care of me,” she said, somewhat stubbornly.

So, Lando grabbed a hold of her shoulders and forced his way into her room. He sat the door behind him and sat her on the bed. “Talk to me,” he said, kicking off his shoes and laying back against her pillows.

“About what?” She spat back, crossing her arms as she looked out of the window.

“About why you’re not talking to me.”

She visibly deflated. Fuck, she had missed him, but their last time had scared her enough to keep her away. No, he was just asking to get into her head before the race.

“Max hasn’t told anybody, you know,” he said, leaning forward and placing his large hand on her shoulder. “He’s not going to.”

Y/N twitched her head towards him, but she didn’t say anything.

“We could go back to the way we were, you know,” Lando continued. “I… I miss you and I want to go to how we were.”

She let out a sob and wiped beneath her eyes. She missed it too. Missed him. “I-“ but she couldn’t say more than that.

Wordlessly she crawled towards him. she laid down beside him, placing her head on his chest. “Lando, we can’t tonight,” she said.

“I know,” he responded with a nod. “You’re sick.”

“I’m not sick!” She insisted.

“You’re sick.”

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becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys · 1 year

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I thought you might find the "watching" count as funnybas I do

Oh! Also, how well does Wales care for its lgbtq+ community, and how's the public healthcare? The USA is getting kinda iffy and I don't know if a boarder will protect us from those extremists. Always good to have a back up plan

HAHAHAHAHA fucking hell. The Daily Mail!!! Only 200 people!!! I saw the results of one poll said only a third of the country reported that they gave a shit about the coronation.

Regarding the rest:

Well, public healthcare is possibly fantastic compared with what you're used to (I know it is compared with the USA; not so sure about Canada, which I'm guessing is where you are? Judging by your mention of the border?), but the NHS has of course been increasingly hamstrung by the Tories for a decade. Better here than England, though, because it's partially devolved. So we don't pay for prescriptions, for example, which they do. My sister lives in England these days and has to buy her inhalers, whereas mine are free. (That said, she pays about £16-£17 per inhaler. No idea what that would be where you are)

LGBTQ shit - well, mixed bag. For the most part, it's great; plenty of homophobia about, of course, but only really in small and more insular communities. For the most part, especially in the big cities ("big" cities, lol) queer folks are pretty normalised. Last weekend was Swansea Pride, and the city is still drenched in rainbows like a unicorn threw up everywhere. On my way to the parade, my NB friend and I went into one of the Middle Eastern shops on High Street to buy water, and the lovely man behind the counter looked us up and down and said "Is it your day? Yes?"

"Yes!" I said. "That's right."

"Happy your day!" he said delightedly, and gave us a free cheap lollipop each.

And, like the rest of Britain, surveys show that most people on the streets are actually pretty accepting of GNC/trans folks. At worst, they just don't care. BUT, like the rest of Britain, there's an extremely vocal extreme minority who say otherwise.

But, none of my trans or NB friends have really had a problem, tbh. Standard micro-aggressions, like people not understanding pronouns, but very little of those are out of malice. The overwhelming majority are confused but well-meaning farmers. If you spend a lot of your time online, you could get the impression the place is riddled with transphobes, but in practice, that's not the case.

But, you know. Learn Welsh and the transphobes will come around anyway, lol.

Hope that helps!

#asks #wales!#closed for cleaning on mondays

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Could you do one where both Wanda and Nat are sick and super clingy to reader and just want to cuddle

Clingy Cuddles And Warm Snuggles

〚 Notes - This req was so cute! I loved writing it! Hopefully you enjoy reading :D 〛

〚 Summary - You come home from a mission to find that the compound’s been swept with a cold, meaning its up to you to take care of your sick girlfriends.〛

〚 Wordcount - 1720 〛

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You sighed a deep exhale of relief as the warm air of the compound met your skin. You’d just spent a long weekend up in the chilly mountains of Canada on a solo-mission so it was safe to say you were more than thankful for the warmth. However, as you made your way inside the compound, you immediately noticed something was off. The place was actually quiet?

That was something which almost never happened, there was always so form of background noise even if it was just the sounds of a distant conversation or the humming of background music. But no, it was almost silent. You shrugged and being naturally curious person that you were, you headed over the kitchen to both investigate and make yourself a snack.

Luckily as you approached the kitchen you could hear faint sounds of life. The recognisable sizzle of something frying echoed down the halls. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Clint as he stood over the cooker, making himself some bacon and eggs. The sound of the door closing announced your entrance and the Archer turned towards you, giving you a small smile.

“Welcome back Y/N,” He came over and gave you a quick hug before pulling away to muffle a cough into his elbow, “How did everything go?”

“It went alright, glad to be back though,” You replied as you grabbed yourself rummaged around the snack cupboard before settling on a bag of Doritos, “Where is everyone though? It's so dead in here, usually you can't get a break from the noise.”

“Y’know I can make you some decent food if you’d like,” He smirked, nodding down towards your choice of snack, “and It’s been like this all weekend, Tony managed to spread around some sort of bug, and it's really knocked people out. This is the first time I’ve been up in a day or so”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow; it definitely wasn’t like Clint to stay in bed. It wasn’t often that anyone at the compound got sick really but when they did, it always seemed to spread like wildfire, especially since you all lived in such close-contact with each other.

“Yeah, it’s been rough. Even Rodgers is down, we had to explain that cold ‘remedies’ from the 40’s weren’t exactly scientifically accurate after he tried convincing us to ‘take a good ol’ fashioned bit of whiskey’ to feel better.”

You let yourself chuckle at that, remembering how Steve first reacted to seeing a bottle of DayQuil.

While you loved catching up with Clint, you couldn’t help but miss the presence of two very special people and you found yourself asking, “Have you seen Nat or Wanda anywhere?”

Clint thought for a second, “I think they’re still up in their room, last I heard neither of them were feeling too good either so they’re probably still in bed trying to sleep this crap off.”

“Both of them?” You asked, slightly taken aback. The pair of them never got sick often, Nat had a great immune system and whenever someone was sick Wanda was always the one to go round wiping down surfaces with anti-bacterial wipes, meaning neither of them got sick that often even if there was something going round.

“Yeah, I don’t think Wanda’s excellent wet-wiping skills were enough to save her this time,” Clint sniffled lightheartly but he must’ve picked up on your anxious expression as he soon came over and gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, “I'm sure they’ll both be okay, go on, go and see them.”

You nodded, sending him a grateful smile, “Thanks Clint, hope you enjoy your bacon!” You called as you left the kitchen, setting off in the direction of your room.

It was only a quick walk to your room, as you approached the door you made sure to open it quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone inside. As light floods into the room the sight before you weren’t exactly what you were expecting.

On one side of the bed is a bundle of blankets, the main duvet and many other blankets are all tightly huddled around a shivering auburn-haired woman, only the top of her head poking out from within. In juxtaposition to this, Natasha was laid next to her on the bare mattress wearing her favourite sports bra and one of your pairs of silk shorts.

“Y/N?” Natasha mumbled as she lifted her head from the pillow. Her poor voice sounded so unbelievably hoarse.

“Hi baby, a little birdie told me you weren’t feeling too well.” You sympathised as you let the bags you had been carrying fall to the floor. To your surprise Nat pulled herself up and out of the bed and shakily padded towards you.

She’d almost reached you before swaying drastically, as she seemed to lose her balance. Luckily, you’d seen this coming and managed to catch her in your arms, wrapping one around her waist to support her closely, “Easy there, let’s get you back in bed sweetie.”

“Mm thanks,” Natasha whispered, letting you guide her back to the bed, “It’s been a while since I was this sick. My body feels all weak.”

“That bad, huh?”

To answer your question, Wanda let out a wet cough and curled herself further into her ball of blankets, the sound of which led you to go back over to your bag and taking one of the water bottles you had stored in there before placing it on the nightstand next to her, “You okay in there sweetheart?” You spoke down into her hair, pressing a small kiss to the exposed part of her forehead.

"Mmh, my body feels like it's been hit with a truck,” She sniffles as a shiver runs down her spine the feeling of your lips brush against her skin. Wanda tries to smile up at you, but there's so little strength left in her, she has trouble lifting her face from the blankets.

“Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” Hh-Hh’tshiew!”

You looked over to see Nat sniffling thickly as she rubbed her nose against her wrist and judging from the overflowing trash can and empty tissue box next to her side of the bed, it becomes obvious that she’s going to need some more.

“Bless Natty, you want me to get you some tissues?” You cooed, as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your hand down her cheeks to move back the loose strands of hair which had fallen infront of her face, not missing the heat which radiated from her, “You feel abit feverish sweetie, have you taken your temp’ recently?

Natasha shook her head, “I took Wanda’s earlier, it was 38.6 but I haven't taken mine.”

“Awh sweetie, that’s so amazing of you to take Wanda’s but just remember that you need to look after yourself too,” You smiled, as you kissed her warm cheek, “Settle back down and I’ll go find the thermometer.”

“Hh-iishiew!”

“Bless you! I’ll get you those tissues too.”

Finding both items was easy, Nat had left the thermometer on the sink in your bathroom and a supply closet a little further down the hallway was always stocked with plenty of tissues. Coming back to the room, you placed the fresh tissue box in Natasha’s lap and shuffled up onto the bed, nesting yourself between the two women. You took Nat’s temperature first, mainly because she was the one clinging to your side and to no-one's surprise, she did have a fever.

“Wands? I need you to come out of your little blanket bundle for me sweetheart.” You coaxed her, not wanting her brain to melt inside of her head. Even if she felt freezing, you were positively sure that she was running still a fever.

Your suspicions were proven correct when she eventually wiggled herself free of the blankets to let you check her temp. Wanda coughed again as you helped her sit up, sneaking a hand down her shirt to rub small comforting circling along her back.

“You should drink some of that water baby, it’ll help.” You soothed, Wanda took your advice and took careful sips of the water. Giving a tired yawn once she’d finished, she took the opportunity to lay herself over you, resting her head on your chest.

“Comfy?” You smiled to yourself once she’d settled back down but you soon felt Nat cuddle further into your side, shuffling up so her head would rest alongside Wanda’s, the two women contently cuddling into you, craving your touch.

“I missed you.” Wanda admitted

"Missed you too, Wands" Your heartbeat quickening as the woman snuggles herself into your body. A small yawn escapes you as the two women lay in your arms. The bed creaked as you gently shifted your body, tucking in Natasha with a light arm around her shoulders, “I missed both of you.”

Nat went to mumble something only both she and Wanda sneezed simultaneously instead, earning a small noise of amusement from the red-headed spy.

"Hh-hetschioo!"

"Eiiishiew!"

“Oh, bless you, bless you! Aw, my poor sweet girls, how on earth did you both get so sick, hm?” You sighed as Wanda sneezed down in her blankets again, and surprisingly she didn’t make a fuss when you reached across to grab a tissue to wipe her nose with, “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you feel so icky.”

“Tony can't keep his gross germs to himself.” Natasha sniffled, vowing that once she was better, she’d be going over to his lab to lecture him about proper hygiene.

“Well Tony should be very afraid then.” You smirked, knowing Natasha fully intended to give the man a piece of her mind once she felt well enough but for now, she was thankful that you were here to hold her

“How about you two try and get some sleep, I bet that’d help a little.” You smiled, pressing soft kisses to their warm foreheads as they settled down. A comfortable silence settled around the three of them in the dimly lit bedroom. Their chests rise and fall with each breath as they drifted off to sleep.

Sure, you had tons of paperwork and a mission report that you should’ve been doing but that could wait. Being there to cuddle your sick girlfriends was the only true thing that mattered.

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cleolinda · 2 months

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Weekend links, April 7, 2024

My posts

This week feels like it has been a hundred years long (not in a bad way).

Somehow we joined together to balance the seesaw just right so Ava Gardner and Jean Seberg could both go through in the Hot Vintage Lady polls (percentages rounded). Like, I’m wearing the Ava jersey and even I encouraged people to vote Jean when necessary. Honestly, I just wanted to see if it could be done. And it COULD.

Round three has begun. It is already horrific. This is the first round that’s really going to hurt because we spent the last one really getting down in the dirt and championing our ladies, or learning about actresses we’d never heard of before and getting attached to them. And now? We are reminded: memento mori. Everyone loses but one.

(I personally pitched in for Sara Montiel. “BUT JUST LOOK AT--” Yeah, I did, thanks.)

Reblogs of interest

April Fool’s Day: You were here for the Boopening, yes? The whole thing was that you only got badges for giving boops, not receiving them, which is a great way to not reward popularity contests, but also means that every last one of us was out here trying to figure out who to bap with a cat’s paw 1000 times. I said, listen, my notifications are already trash garbage today. I’ll take the bullet. Boop at will.

The Activity graph isn’t too clear on this point, but it looks like I had something like 65,000--hits? engagements? boops?--that day. Listen, I got the black paw badge too. We all did what we had to do in the Boopening.

A Shakespearean boop of goodly length: “And, Meowntague, come you this afternoon, to know our further pleasure in this case, to old Food-bowl, our common judgment-place.”

I had to go lie down awhile after a pun like “The Purrge.”

I had just gotten up from that pun and then I had to go lie down again.

Account security gothic

The Canada griffin

Dinotopia nostalgia

Two pairs of spectacles, one made from slices of emerald, and the other from slices of diamond

An old favorite: Cerberus as a puppy, guarding the gates to heck

I feel like these two posts have the same energy: Time cops will not let you travel back to the Titanic and bloodthirsty gazebos are currently in a dormancy period.

The birds are still troubled

PSA: The best sunscreens for your face

Video

A collection of various American Indian/indigenous American languages, including Navajo, Tlingit, Lakota, Colville Okanagan Salish, Cherokee, Yucatec Maya, Greenlandic, Mohawk, Yup'ik, and Mi'kmawi'simk.

A trans health-and-wellness fundraiser (Mercury Stardust, Point of Pride, and friends) kept getting banned off Tiktok due to assholes. Here’s how to donate; I saw a few “here’s how they helped me” notes, so it seems like these programs are both legit and effective.

You think you’re going to sit staring at this video because Chocolate Guy is weaving chocolate. Then you get into it, and it just keeps going.

“Too Sweet” is doing hilariously well on the charts for a song that didn’t even make the album proper. Hozier’s bees would like to thank you for your support.

I know I said that Stevie Nicks would make you sing backup on your own haunting, but late in this 1997 live performance of “Silver Springs,” she makes Lindsey Buckingham, the man she wrote this song about, look her in the eye while she belts it at him. This specific performance was released as a single (I was there, Gandalf) and nominated for a Grammy. Watch the video and you will see why.

The Women Those ‘Evolution Of Beauty’ Videos Leave Out

I don’t really know how to describe this rubberhose-style cartoon of Cab Calloway as a singing nightmare clown. Betty Boop is also there. “You just described it!” No, I really didn’t.

How movable type worked 1000 years ago, from scratch.

Unrestrained seasonal yak fun

A snowy raven photoshoot

The sacred texts

I don’t know how to explain this double Sacred Text about ominous dreams that comes with its own comic, except to say that they’re so iconic that I first saw both posts in lo-res Pinterest screencaps.

April Fool’s: The ultimate sacred text.

Personal tag of the week

Wet beast Wednesday, which had both a headshake stickflip and bears on a swan boat.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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mylittleredgirl · 7 months

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i had a strange dream last night that my mother, when she was in hospice, decided to go back to canada to die. we weren't allowed to go with her. she drove away in a white sedan with her dear lifelong friend who used to be a priest, and left me and my father here. we said our last goodbyes here in the driveway, and she wouldn't promise that we could talk on the phone. we just had to wait and go about our lives, mourning someone who was maybe still alive or had maybe already died, wondering if someone would call to tell us what was happening. i think my dad moved out like he did a while after she died in real life, and it was just me here, remodeling the house.

isn't that such a metaphor for loved ones dying? the hope that they will return to the place they came from and have missed, but the sorrow of not being able to join them. the hope we might receive messages, but it's long distance. that we will never know if they are in peace, in a place they once loved, or if it all ended on the way.

this morning my cousin texted me from canada to tell me that my aunt, my mom's sister, has terminal cancer and she didn't know if anyone had told me yet. (they hadn't.)

there's so much love underneath all the distance (and the family complications that came from my mom leaving the church), but i'm so far and have been since i was a little child. farther now, because i am sick and can't drive nine hours each way for a weekend like i wish i could. i'm not sure if a visit would be welcome (because she's suffering and it would be one more thing for my cousin to manage, not because i'm personally unloved). i could visit my other cousins, perhaps, or my aunts and uncles. i am my mother's representative here on earth now.

my dream wasn't necessarily prophetic, although i hope that it might mean If There Are Spirits that my mom's is going north to support her sister. last week, i re-lived the harrowing end of my mom life while i was writing a letter in support of the death with dignity act. yesterday, i re-read a story i wrote about a son watching his mother suffer from dementia. i wrote it in 2007, two years before my mother's first cancer diagnosis. back then, her great fear was that she would ultimately die from alzheimer's like her mother, who wasted away in hospice for more than 10 years. in the face of that, her dying painfully and relatively young from cancer was a relief to both of us. i guess my aunt will also be spared that fate.

i feel most for my cousin who is closest, who has to hold so much of this. i can't know her experience, but i have done the caretaking, have watched my mother suffer, have had to hold the feelings of my father losing his wife. i don't know my cousin well enough to know how to support her without that support itself adding more weight.

i'm not sure what my next step is. i texted my other cousins, and my cousin's wife who i think will be the best one to help me figure out what will be most helpful. in the meantime i'm processing, i guess.

#death tw #parent death tw

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princemick · 1 year

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MICKLORE for dummies

here;s part 1 with his racing history

because over roc weekend people seemed to have gotten to know him a lot better so here's a bunch more of mick info that I deem as essential

so under the tab I will add a bunch of stuff that kinda break trough that introverted pr trained wall he has.

this will be broken into facts, quotes, moments and videos.

--enjoy--

Mickfacts:

he speaks, english, german, french and italian but beraly speaks italian and french because he doesnt feel comfortable enough with them

the f-2002 is his favorite of his dads cars

during a lot of 2022's off season he has been dirt racing in the states where he bascially races for as long as the car runs together with gina's bf (x) (x)

apperantly recognizes the italian anthem before the german

can't choose himself for a dream team so his dream team is michael and seb

couldnt choose between lewis and max in 2021 "because theyre both nice to me"

he used to play drums as a kid

his middle name is 'junior'

he is named after Mick Doohan (5x mtotogp champ) who used to live close to Michael who were really good friends and so him and Jack Doohan (f2 driver) have always been and are still close friends.

apperantly introduced himself to kevin when he got back to haas with 'suck my balls'

modified said off road buddy that he does mud racing with so it goes quicker then intended

he seems to have extra clothes with him at all times bc he borrowed an extra pair of pants and shirt to callum for their f2 podium celebration

his dad wanted him to study engineering (also interesting piece of related information: he said he would have become a biologist if not an f1 driver in this video)

he refers to his dog angie as his best friend

in F3 he won 5 races in a row. race 22 til 26 of the 2018 season.

he started doing champions for charity where he organizes a football match every year with a bunch of german sports players

mick denies it but this man has bleached his hair

Mickquotes:

"a bomb, a knife, a serial killer. I mean that comes all together so.."

"I mean if poeple ask me if I'm mick I usualy just say no. I learned that from my dad."

"can I eat this?" procedes to eat it

"you guys are gonna do pushuupss"

"can I go and pet it?? play fetch??"

"those cars are so shit"

"deutsche, german..WHA??"

"you sure??"

"my dad, my dad, my dad, my dad"

"I just wanna get to my dad"

"beep beep beep"

"I won f2 and f3 for a reason"

"you guys are fucking brilliant, FUCKING BRILLIANT! fucking hell- sorry for all the swearing guys"

"I have a problem with italian bread tbh"

"PTW man, PTW" (pwt means prove them wrong)

"so you have to be smooth, realise that its an old lady and treat it that way, take it easy and enjoy the ride"

"hmm, have you ever driven on the road blindfolded?"

"ah, I was fine" after crashing

"I'm glad it was you I was fighting against"

Mickvideos:

prema stranger things - where he bascially just shouts his ideas and is loudly jock and himbo coded

The 5 Second Challenge - him having to really quickly talk and think shows how he thinks really well aka himbo

The Taboo Challenge - where he has to explain something without using specific words

Seb And Mick Take On The Formula 1 Tower Challenge! - where Seb and Mick ask eachother questions as they play mega jenga

Mick and Dan at the 2021 russian gp presser - just wholesome

Mick and Sean cook pizza together - him being wholesome and happy and speaking italian

Prema Trivia Challenge - giving ultimate himbo rights

him hugging every haas mechanic after his last race w them

mick post Q2 in Canada

the groundhog video

Some minutes with Cyrus Watches: Mick Schumacher

The Texas Red Hot Sauce Challenge - shows his relationship with gary (his old race engineer) really well

Guess the Flavour: Japanese KitKat Taste Test - shows how weird mick is sometimes

Map The Track - himbo.

Mick celebrates with the team after first F1 points - hes so beloved

Gina and Crorinna's congrats after his first points

okay there's much much more, if you wanna get more into it I reccomend watching more of his prema and haas videos and just keep updated with him over his time at mercedes

dont be afraid to send me asks with questions or anyting!

and special thank you to 2/3 of the pillars of mickblr @acrosstobear and @schumaclerc for helping me out w some micklore and @stoffelvandoornegf for this post

#listen...I cud go on #im nt gonna #micklore #mick schumacher

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tomtenadia · 8 months

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Detours to you - ch 10.

Happy Monday everyone...

Your truly is heading to Canada tomorrow so I decided to leave you a pre holiday chapter. I hope you will love this one.... there's very little angst and a bit of a happy moment.

Enjoy.

A couple of weeks had elapsed and December arrived with all its solstice celebrations in full swing.

Aelin and Rowan were still barely talking but had at least created a sort of routine to share Maya. They would do a weekend each and then some nights she would stay at Rowan’s.

What worried Aelin was that her daughter was getting crankier and recently she had been less cheery than her usual. She feared that the situation was causing her distress. The teachers at school had warned her that she seemed disinterested and her mum had warned her too.

Her worst fear became reality one afternoon when she was called at school. Maya apparently had punched a kid. According to the head teacher the boy had made some nasty comments and Maya had reacted. Her heart ached. What was happening to her little girl?

The meeting with the head teacher had been long enough to make Aelin deeply sad. The boy had called Maya a loser for not having a dad and said that he left because she was horrible and he did not want to be with her. Aelin was aware that some mums had started talking at the sudden apparition of Rowan and he had confirmed that some women had approached him wondering who he was to pick up Maya. Gossip had started to spread and although she had a word with them, eventually her daughter got caught in the crossfire.

A teacher took Aelin to the class where Maya was waiting and as soon as she saw her, her daughter ran to her in desperate need for a hug, her sobs hard. Aelin kneeled and tried to console her daughter.

“Shh… I know, my love.”

“I am not bad,” she shouted while still crying.

Aelin cradled Maya’s face in her hands “You are not.”

Maya kept sobbing and anger rose in her. She had tried to protect Maya as much as possible but had not taken into account school and horrible parents gossiping on other people’s lives. She was furious.

While holding her crying daughter she realised that had waited too long. It was time for the truth to come out.

Aelin kissed her “Can you stay here a moment? I need to make a call.”

Maya nodded while still sobbing quietly.

Aelin quickly went just outside the door and called Rowan.

“Hi.”

“Rowan are you free?”

At Aelin’s urgency he started to worry.

“I am on my way back from a factory inspection. What’s wrong?”

A sob broke Aelin’s lips “It’s time.”

“Are you going home?”

“Yes.”

“I will meet you there.”

Aelin agreed and hung up running back to Maya “Shall we go home?”

“No.” Her arms folded at her chest.

“Maya, please.”

“No. I want a dad too!!” She screamed “I am not horrible.” When the tears started again Aelin wanted to get out and throttle all the mothers who spread horrible gossip about her family.

“Shall we go home and then I will tell you about your dad?”

Maya looked at her and seemed to calm down “Ok.”

“Good.” Another kiss and then she helped put her jacket and together they walked out of the school.

At the end of the corridor she saw the mother of the awful kid. Remelle La Fleur was known for her penchant for gossiping. She changed husbands as much as a normal person changed socks, but husband number three left her with a kid as a parting gift. A boy spoiled and with no respect for anything. Brought up without knowing the meaning of the word no and an inkling at being at cruel. He was known to the teachers and that’s why Maya was not getting into trouble.

“You!!” Aelin marched to Remelle “Stop telling lies about my family. Go and get a job to keep you occupied but you stay away from my daughter and my own business.”

The woman gave her a snide smile “My son just said the truth. The silver haired fox who has been picking up Maya must have hated you both so much to disappear for so long.”

Aelin was about to punch the woman but she wanted to lead by example and restrained herself.

“Leave Rowan alone.” A deep growl left her and a second later she was walking away with Maya on hand.

When she arrived at her block of flats Aelin spotted the red pickup of the TFD and noticed that Maya brightened up all of a sudden.

“Is Rowan here?“ she asked hopefully.

“Shall we go and find out?”

“Yes.”

When the lift doors pinged open Aelin spotted Rowan’s towering figure leaning against the wall near her door. Gods he looked just as upset as she was.

His finger pointed to the flickering emergency light “This is not safe.”

“I know, we have reported it a lot of times but the building manager keeps ignoring us.”

A wicked smile “I guess the manager will not be able to deny the visit of the fire chief.”

“Thank you, this building has gone downhill since management changed.” She was about to open the door when Rowan stopped her “What do you mean?”

“The lift keeps breaking, the emergency lights are not working properly and I have a feeling the fire alarm is not up to code.”

Rowan’s face turned harsh “You are coming to my place tonight. You are not staying here.”

“I can’t.”

“Aelin, I am not kidding, I will get an inspection sorted tomorrow but tonight you two are not staying here.”

“Are we going to Rowan?”

He kneeled “Yes baby, you are coming home with me.”

The three of them went inside and Rowan helped Maya to pack some of her stuff “You left your shark at my house.”

“I know, he loves the big house, but Elf comes with me.” Rowan internally smiled at that statement. He had gifted her the elf and she would take it anywhere. It was a small consolation but he’d take it.

When all the bags were packed to Rowan’s satisfaction they left the house. Rowan climbed in his pickup and Maya and Aelin in the other.

It took them a good forty minutes to reach his house and as soon as the door was open Maya ran inside to the sofa where her toy was.

“He missed you too.”

“Aelin, I have a spare bedroom upstairs next door to hers. You can use that.”

“Thanks.”

“Maya, take your mum upstairs while I make dinner, do you want dinosaur nuggets?”

“Yes!!”

“Can I have them too?”

He smiled “As if I can stop you.”

Twenty minutes later they were all down in the living room with Maya in-between them while eating.

Aelin looked at Rowan and nodded. When Maya was finished she pulled her daughter closer “Remember at school when I promised I would tell you about your dad?”

“Yes.”

Aelin pulled her daughter on her knees and turned her towards Rowan “Your dad had to leave before you were born,” she started explaining “His dad had died and he had to go home to look after his mum who was ill too.”

Aelin extended her hand to Rowan “He was really sad and did not know about you.”

Maya hugged her mother “His mum is okay?”

“Yes baby, she is fine and your dad could come back to us.”

Her daughter’s green eyes lit up in happiness “I want to meet him.”

Rowan extended his hand “Hi, my love.”

“Dada?”

Rowan nodded and Maya climbed to him and hugged him koala style.

Aelin sobbed in joy at the scene and her hand joined Rowan’s on Maya’s back.

Rowan basked in the feeling in silence, swaying lightly side to side.

“Do you want me to be your dad, Maya?”

She looked up at him “Yes.”

“I love you.” He kissed her silver hair and she just nested her face in the crook of his neck. Aelin leaned against Rowan’s shoulder and the three remained in silence for a minute. Maya then wiggled out of her father “Mama we need to live here with dad, he has woods!”

“Maya, it’s just for a few days until he checks our house, then we are going back.”

Maya folded her arms at her chest and her face scrunched up in an expression that was totally Rowan when he was upset “No. I want to stay here. I hate the city centre.”

“Maya, your mum and I have to sort out a few things first.”

The girl huffed, grabbed her toys and climbed down from the sofa and went to sat on the carpet giving them her back “Adults are annoying.”

Both Aelin and Rowan looked at each other in surprise “She definitely has your fire,” commented Rowan quietly.

After Maya finally went to bed Aelin and Rowan remained on the sofa trying to deal with what was coming next “You know that you can both stay here? This house is big enough for all of us and I’d love the chaos.”

“I know,” she left out in a puff of breath “I love this house too. It’s basically my dream home.”

“Then what is the issue?”

“Us, Rowan.”

He looked at her puzzled.

“Are we going to live here like roommates? Isn’t that going to confuse the hell out of her? She accepted you as her dad far too easily and I am scared that this will mess her up.”

He nodded “but maybe being under the same roof will help feeling a bit more stability? These past few weeks she has been grumpy. Aelin, she punched a kid.”

She snorted “The little bastard deserved it.”

“I am not arguing that.” His hand covered hers on her thigh “Stay here, please, I am worried about your house. I am not having my girls live in a death trap.”

“Look at your, mr fire Chief.”

“Aelin, I do not joke about these things,” he added seriously “Even regular firefighter me would have begged you to stay away. I am the chief, I can help.”

Aelin eventually nodded “Ok, let us go back for a couple of day to get our stuff sorted and then we can start move here. I just hope you are ready for madness.”

On instinct Rowan pulled Aelin to him “This house needs a bit of chaos.” A gentle kiss on her head and Aelin melted in his arms at the old familiar feeling.

The following morning Aelin and Maya had gone back to their house and Rowan was in his office pouring over a pile of documents related to their block of flat. It all had been perfect until three years prior when Hamel group took over and the sloppiness had started. He searched for records of accidents and found far too many callouts for problems, a lift cable snapped and an electric fire in the basement where all the meters were and the main electric frames.

That place was a disaster waiting to happen. When he saw that it was his old house to attend the fire he knew what to do.

Rowan left the office in a hurry and drove to station 15.

When he arrived he parked at the front and got inside where his old team greeted him cheerfully “Chief! Coming for a ride with us?”

Rowan smiled at Brullo one of his lieutenant.

“No, is Lorcan in the office?”

“Aye, pouring over reports.“

“Thanks.”

He made his way to his old office and knocked, waiting to be allowed in.

“Rowan? I will give you those reports from yesterday, we have been quite busy.”

“It’s fine,” he dismissed him and threw a folder on his desk “This incident here.”

“Lorcan grabbed the folder and his face morphed as soon as he realised which one it was “Nasty one. Luckily we contained it quickly, but it could have been a fucking disaster.”

Rowan sat down “that building is not up to code.”

A deep sigh from Lorcan “We know, the TFD knows.”

“So why nothing has been done?” Anger lining his words.

“The old chief got very friendly with Hamel group. It’s the reason why he got the boot. It was a huge scandal, he took bribes to falsify inspections.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Lorcan shook his head.

“People live in that building. Families.” He shouted, leaving out the hidden meaning my family.

“Hamel got cleared and the bastard owns two office buildings in the financial district and a fabric in the south that is getting very acquainted with Hazmat recently.”

Rowan stood in anger “Well, there is a new chief in town.”

He thanked his friend and left the building on a mission.

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firespirited · 6 months

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thought I might add a little to a question unanswered by the video essay: the why?

not as an excuse, not a full explanation either because there's still the matter of the Telos money.

but why does a man live, breath and eat for his channel/career without the passion for researching and learning?

I can tell you that he truly *did* devote his entire time and energy to producing videos and engaging with the commentariat as a full time job, though if the video scripts were copy paste. He probably feels like he's devoted his entire soul for years into this project and the copy paste was "just" to keep up with the youtube once a week upload demands.

IMHO, what we have is a bloke with crippling anxiety, loneliness and body dysmorphia with a pathological fear of rejection who attempted to build an online queer community that wouldn't ever let him down. As far i can can tell he barely left the house, didn't date and i started to wonder if he really had moved when he wasn't visiting any of Toronto's very gay friendly places or even some of the museums and libraries, wasn't making any local connexions even when people reached out. Instead, he spent his weekends chatting online (often on livestream) about gay media, business, youtube and film making.

I think he could have built that safe haven if he'd kept the day job, produced a fully credited video once a month which was in the format of let's watch this documentary, let's read this book, let's dive into a topic and read the various articles followed by his livestream chats. There is clearly an audience eager for it.

and that's where it gets uncomfortable, right? the lines blur between shyness + not wanting to be hurt vs not collaborating and not being part of other established groups. Canada not only has multiple gay filmmaking scenes, advocacy groups and even a whole bunch of Canadian queer youtubers. They don't have to all get along, because there's more than just the Canada based breadtube, there are a lot of smaller channels that'd love the opportunity to network.

Anyway, it was during a live that i bought up some local Canadian networking opportunity, he backed off quite hard in a way that felt like a little bit more than anxiety about the fierce competition that goes on for such stuff. It felt vaguely like Little Britain's "The Only Gay in the Village" but mostly I was reminded of folks in my life who decided to forge their own paths in charity work and activism, specifically the very dodgy intersection between missionary work and charity and charities that are about the joy of bringing fish to the hungry instead of helping the locals who know how to fish get the new motor for their boat. It's actually a really complex and nuanced conversation where sometimes the least colonialist choice is to hold your nose and work with the local catholic church - yeah I know, that level of complicated, here's some reading before I start on the importance of translating books to creoles being a better investment than teaching english to match an english curriculum and how relief work is often predatory business opportunities and how secularism is a tightrope balancing act and don't get me started.

It is possible to walk and chew gum and listen to music at the same time. We can talk about how plagiarism is bad, how the algorithm rewards it, how this guy is probably getting more ire than the right wing grifters also brought up, why left tube maybe feels a lil intimidating, why people build their own little digital or offline communes, how being an educator and being a thought leader get smooshed together in an attention economy that wants to create influencers with a parasocial engagement with folks that want personal guidance, sometimes stolen valour/plagiarism/fake cancer is for power and clout and sometimes it's a maladaptive response to a desperate loneliness I hope I never fully comprehend.

#saf #ramblings #james somerton #the point is not to dunk but to reflect

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kylesvariouslistsandstuff · 3 months

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Currently frustrated at people conflating DreamWorks leadership making decisions that affect the lives of their staff and the perceived quality of some of their post-PUSS IN BOOTS 2 offerings. (Including the ones they didn't even oversee, like MEGAMIND TV Pilot Thing.)

It's also kinda unusual that "animation fans" are certain that the future outsourced DreamWorks Animation movies that'll be made at Sony Imageworks... Ya know, the main vendor for most of Sony Animation's movies? The SPIDER-VERSE movies, especially?? Will somehow look terrible in comparison to what were already partially-outsourced, sub-$100m productions? I thought you were outraged for the animators there that allegedly got exploited during the making of ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE? Now you're saying they're going to deliver subpar work on future DreamWorks movies??

No-no-no-no, the real issue here is animators in Canada being exploited and underpaid, animators on the American West Coast being put out of a job, and the bean counters trying to make animation into this assembly line thing when *gasp* you have to have the teams and resources, and you HAVE TO BE PATIENT AND PAY THEM.

I'm very upset about what's happening to animators and artists at the main DreamWorks campus in Glendale. I think it's super fucky how they've been treated lately... I was also upset when they laid off animators every time a movie of theirs flopped, pre-Comcast acquisition. Even HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON 2, which went on to make a lot of money in 2014, lead to layoffs after its opening weekend gross turned out lower than expected... And I was especially upset when they shuttered Pacific Data Images, over a movie that didn't even lose money... DreamWorks has a sorry history of this kind of stuff, and yet... The artists there. The real deal... They're the ones who continue to make exemplary stuff.

Even if the movie in question isn't really to our liking, the hard work is always there.

But the YouTube Animation Opinion Industrial Complex and baby-brains online have to turn it into "This is why KUNG FU PANDA 4, TROLLS 3 and the high school sea monster girl movie suck! DreamWorks, why haven't you made PEAK In Boots again???"

Watch, when THE WILD ROBOT comes out... That'll be an "exception", somehow. No, you just liked that movie. That's what. Made under the same circumstances as the last two or so pictures, they were all in development around the same time.

For me, this whole ordeal stings because DreamWorks is turning 30 and they're one of the BIG American animation studios. The work was done in-house and at PDI for sooooo many years, and now that's just... Not going to be a thing anymore. I'm sure there will be future movies of theirs that I like/love, but it's sad that it's all down to outsourcing and an unwillingness to make these movies relatively fairly. It's capitalism, it's Hollywood, it's the biz... Eventually, it was gonna really clamp down hard on the animation industry again, like it usually does... And it always sucks to see.

Again, DreamWorks has been in similar jams. The post-RISE OF THE GUARDIANS, pre-COVID days were particularly rough with all the layoffs, all the movie cancellations (still not over the partially-finished LARRIKINS getting canned just like that), PDI being shut down after 35 years of work and pioneering... The craft of the storytellers will eventually shine on.

Disney Animation has done it plenty of times, all the way back to the 1941 Disney strike days and the animation unit being severely downsized following SLEEPING BEAUTY's 1959 release, Pixar sometimes cuts down, etc. Lots of companies tried to get in on the animation game in the '90s following the Disney Renaissance and Don Bluth's one-two punch of Spielberg-produced movies... Only to fail, and it resulted in studio shutdowns (such as Fox Animation after the disastrous showing of TITAN A.E.) and lots of layoffs. 2D being shown the door lead to layoffs and cutbacks, too. It just happens all too frequently in animation-land...

... But first and foremost, I hope the animators and crews are okay. And that they find work, security, etc.

As for the movies, which is secondary to me... Well, the writer's strike ended, so I'm sure the storytelling end of things could go more swimmingly. (I'd like to think a lot of KUNG FU PANDA 4's production was affected by that and the actors strike.) While still understanding that these things are all subjective. TROLLS 3 and RUBY GILLMAN were largely locked before the strikes began, but you still had internet weirdos calling them a comedown of sorts from THE LAST WISH. That's irrelevant.

The animators strike, I feel, is what we should want. How it changes things going forward, I do not know. I don't think DreamWorks in particular will re-staff the California campus, as the damage has been done and that Sony Imageworks making their movies is their future for now. Maybe I'm wrong. But this strike has been a long-time coming, especially with what's been going on post-COVID outbreak. Animation was one of the few things that could resume production during lockdowns and make Hollywood money while everything else was on hold, and yet this is how the industry treats the medium? Yeah, something's gotta give...

I'll take that conversation over "waaah KFP4 Trolls 3 Sea Monster Girl MID, what happened Dreamworks you used to be soooo awesome ?!??"

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Day 54 Porto to Douro Valley

Another game of tetris with the suitcases, but I get to leave most of my stuff at the next accommodation in another part of Porto, so I can travel more lightly to Douro for the weekend. Eva (Upwork) thought about this option and instead of carrying it all or paying luggage storage, I think it's inclusive, and it's so close to the train station I'll be able to "easily" get the train to Lisbon on Monday, however I do have the cobblestones to contend with.

The train is over 2 hours and I was prepared to make sure I sat on the right hand side to get the best view. The train was packed, standing room only! At least I got the window view behind the luggage storage area and a nice option to prop up the iphone on someone's pram, to watch the first episode of Bridgerton season 3.

I organised, ahead of time, lunch at The Bridge 1870, not sure where all the other tourists were but I was the only one of two diners. Not feeling particularly hungry I asked for wine first, a lovely glass of rosé from Quinta das Carvalhas, where I'm going on Sunday for a tasting.

A taxi is then required to make it to my accommodation in Valença do Douro, a fabulous B&B, Quinta Da Casa Cimeira. Eva found this gem and I highly recommend it to anyone coming this way. The taxi cost €15. Sandro, a guest, is in the carpark, takes my case and shows me the way. Miguel meets me outside and asks “are you staying?” God I hope so! I remind him about Eva, nope! I say I wrote to confirm. It’s ok. He rushes to sort my room and offers me a port while I wait.

The setting is fabulous, and dinner is served around a large table, so I got to meet the gorgeous looking Alex from Dublin (now living in Bath with his partner he left behind to unpack in their first home!). Alex is an avid motor bike rider/tourer and wine taster and works for a wine company, can't recall what his role is, but it's not tasting and touring. He kept saying the trip wasn't a work one, or a tax deduction, but I couldn't quite understand how he gets to do so much travel and still "work", even as a digital nomad. There was Sandro from São Paulo, the only other solo traveller, I think 3 younger guys travelling (biking together) and a couple from California, Canada, Germany and I forget where else. The meal was incredible, cooked by Miguel the owner. We started with a lightly sparkling rosé (I expect from the Vinho Verde region because of the very tiny bubbles) in one room, then moved to the darkened dining area and sat around a large heavy wooden rectangle table. We had a vegetable soup starter, a huge piece of cod on delicious baked potatoes, a passionfruit dessert and bread with olives and their own olive oil and as much red wine as we wanted to consume. Miguel describes every course. We then moved back to the first room and Miguel pours port from his own vineyard, I honestly can't remember what year. I think it was more than a 10 year old "Tony" (this is how I am hearing "Tawny" and at first I was wondering "who the hell is Tony!!) but I have one sip and I'm out. I could have finished it if I hadn't had so much already during the day!

In between lunch and dinner I booked a wine tour and tasting at Sandeman. This is a stand out name in the region. One of the oldest I think, now owned by Canadians, and they are located in a few countries, New Zealand rated a mention. In earlier correspondence between Eva and Miguel, it was supposed to be within walking distance. Miguel says it's too hot to walk so in 5 minutes I need to be ready and he would take me. I skull the port. Well we screamed down those windy streets in his car, narrow roads, braking, my motion sickness is reignited! He says if you want to walk back "we are in that village up there, ask here and they will tell you the path or ring". I do arrive in one piece obviously. I meet a lovely couple from Holland who walked up from the train station, one hour. Note to self, I could walk back down on Saturday, get some exercise in and get amongst the vines. We have a brief tour and then the tasting. I wasn't sure what I'd booked, but it was 5 tastings, starting with a 3 year old white, then onto another 3 year old, and then up to 10 years. They are all easily drinkable and sound even more delicious with the food pairing ideas given. The couple from Holland find me on the other side of the room, as they only had 3 tastings. They leave and so do I. The first exit was a failure as I was in a back corridor and tried to use a lift which went to three other floors and they were deserted. I go back downstairs and find the correct exit. I ask the tour guide about the path up to Casa Cimeira and he says there isn't one. I insist Miguel told me there was. So he says "I guess if you find a path you take it!" With stupid confidence I go up, up, up and then the path runs out. I load maps.me, there is supposed to be a path. I have 15% phone battery left and Sandeman closes at 6.30pm and it's around 5.45pm. I can see the next path but have no clue how to get to it. I decide to abort and turn around and then wonder what is the path back! I can see the building but I end up in thick weeds and know this is not the right path. If all else fails I'll need to commando under the vines to get down the hill. I had decided to wear a dress and ditch the walking clothes and backpack for the weekend, this could be interesting. Breathe!! After the third attempt I get on a path that takes me back and declare "you were right!" to the tour guide. He calls me a taxi, it's also €15 even though I'm a fair way from Pinhão, where I was earlier in the day. That's enough of an adventure for one day.

The Valley is stunning and unique.

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psychic-refugee · 1 year

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Here is some speculation on my part.

Another reason why PHW hasn’t made a statement yet, is because they are not only on the defensive but the offensive. The defense includes interviewing PHW and his knowledge of the accusers and the accusations. That takes time because memory can be spotty, especially if you’re overwhelmed with the fact that you’ve been accused of heinous things.

What will work on PHW’s side is that he has been consistently working for YEARS. He probably has a good record of WHERE he’s been and WHEN. They establish that first, and then match up the time line compared to what is being asserted. Whatever they can establish that he wasn’t where they said he was, then that’s all part of the defense. Whatever happens to overlap, that’s when they start to research other ways to refute the accusations.

It also takes time to do legal research. Unless they so happen to have an attorney whose niche specialty is social media accusations that happen in Toronto/Saint John between persons 15-21, AND there so happens to be a lot of established caselaw of this exact situation, then they have to look up as much caselaw that at least shares similar facts and had the outcome they want.

Even if the attorneys are working around the clock, and they are because they want those billable hours lol, all of that takes time.

Even if the accusers don’t plan to sue, PHW's team have to prepare as if they would.

Then there’s the possible suit they want to launch against the accusers. They allegedly release nude photos of him, some might be for when he was under 18. That’s possible CSAM and Revenge Porn, all on top of whatever he can prove they’re lying about if anything.

If he’s lost jobs, then we’re looking at damages. Not to mention the attorney fees that have probably piled up in five figures already.

If we look at the timeline of events, I heard the story on 20/1 GMT morning. Not sure when PHW heard, but let’s assume right as it broke so about 6am CET in Paris. Lets say he spent Friday flying back to Canada to deal with this, that’s a whole day just traveling, including all the time to book an early flight etc...

Then working with attorneys all weekend to make sure their defense is airtight and possibly also working on an offense.

We should also consider that courts aren’t open on the weekend. To properly sue someone in the United States, you have to “serve” them with court papers. The suit doesn’t start until the court gets notice that the defendants (the accusers in this case as they aren’t the ones suing) have been properly served. Normally this means a process server or a sheriff who can sign an affidavit that they not only found the defendants, but they were given paper copies of the suit. I figure that Canada has some similar rules.

The lawfirm might also be working on finding out exactly who these accusers are and where they live in order to properly serve them.

Silence in this instance is not only smart and strategic, it’s simply a matter of they’re still in the process.

#percy hynes white

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nikkeisimmer · 11 months

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The Chikamori Legacy (excerpt)

(Chap. 3)

“Hey…you made it…” Bebe exclaimed as she ran over to River, giving her a big hug.

“Yeah, traffic was pretty light for a weekend. So…registration is today, right?” Haruo asked.

“Yeah, 2 o’clock.”

“Torao and I are gonna scout out the area and see what all is around here.”

“OK…while we’re at registration?”Bebe asked.

“I saw a Hogan’s Diner on the way in, how about we meet up there after we get registered for classes?” River suggested.

“Sounds good to me.” Torao chimed in while looking at his cell-phone. “I’ve been wanting to see the fishing areas in this location.” Torao still had a faint German accent much diluted by his many years having lived in Canada. He was born in a little town south of Munich in April of1971 to Satoshi and Greta, while Satoshi was cavorting around doing his world traveller thing. It was said, emigrating from one’s country after a certain age left traces of one’s accent in one’s speech. And Greta and Torao had emigrated from Germany to Canada when Torao was 11 following Torao’s father.

“Yeah, there’s a lake around here too.” Haruo said. “That’s gonna be a lot of fun.” He was looking forward to doing a bit of hunting to stock their freezer so that he could make sure that they could always eat.

“OK…hon,” River gave him a quick kiss on the lips as she and Bebe headed out to their registration.

“We’re off-leash.” Haruo grinned to Torao. “Let’s go explore.”

“Yeah…” Torao grinned at him.

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Yeah, male significant others tend to wander when they're bored. Ask me how I know this.🤣

#The Chikamori Legacy #River McIrish #Haruo Chikamori #Bebe Hart #Torao Chikamori #sims3 #sims 3 storytelling #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 #sims 3 legacy #sims 3 #river and haruo #sims 3 family #sims 3 pictures #sims 3 screenshots #sims 3 story

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headingalaxys-spicy · 2 years

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To prepare for college this year, I’m spending some time in my dorm before the semester starts. It’s the farthest I’ve ever been from home alone (like multiple states away) and I’m actually kinda scared. Could I pretty please have France, America, Canada, and or Germany and Italy comforting a friend via a phone call or something?? Doesn’t have to be anything fancy, just fluffy would be nice. Thank you so much in advance! I really love your works! :)

I’m glad you like my work thank you. 🥹

Anyways…

*BUSTS DOWN DOOR WITH 2P AMERICA’s BAT because I came here to BEAT UP THE SADNESS*

Some of these are voicemails that are meant to be supportive and be funny distractions. There are two dialogues because I couldn’t think of anything but all of them but, the same I hope you like it. And congratulations on a new year in college you’re going to do great.

🇺🇸 America 🇺🇸

“Yo Y/N How are you? How was the flight? How is (university name)? Have you met anyone yet that you have super awesome super hero movie marathons with? I also heard that there was this weird school tradition that your school does where students run around in their underwear during finals? Dude that sounds wicked awesome! Your school knows how to party! I want to join you ! ahahahahahaha!”

He lets out his signature boisterous heroic laugh. He goes on about Halloween plans and other things he wants to do with you on that weekend. He also wanted to take you apple picking, have cozy bonfires and cuddles sessions, pumpkin carving, and scaring the living hell out of Arthur. At least for now you knew you had a friend who’d come to visit you while you started this new chapter in life.

🇨🇦 Canada 🇨🇦

“Hey Y/N how are you?” He detected the concern in his gentle voice.

“I’m alright.” You say in a low cracking voice.

You got up from your bottom bunk bed in your dorm room. It was 20:13 and you wanted to watch the sun sink below the city’s outline. You glided your eyes across the campus watching few spots move about in your vision. Not too many people were on campus just yet and not all summer sessions had ended. You had been lost in your foggy tangled forest of thought you didn’t reconizge that you hadn’t responded to Matthew’s question. You remaind silent for over a minute. This prompted Matthew to repeat your nave several times until he reached his chreshendo that pulled your attention back to him. But you were still in your emotional haze.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to come and comfort you ASAP? I can if you’re really not feeling so well. I know it’s hard but I know you can do it. But you’re also really far away.”

“You’re right Matthew. It is all overwhelming and even just a little bit scary.” You think about all of the bad scenarios running through your mind and you feel your heart start to race and maybe even a few tears make their way to your eyes.

“Of course. Being an adult tends to be that way but, you are one of the strongest people I know…Building the life that you’ve always have wanted. Going through this is importaint but you can do it I know you can.”

The swirling tornado of emotions froze and you still had those lingering feelings with less intsneity.

After another long pause you told Matthew.

“Don’t worry Matt. I can survive until I see you and the FACE family again for camping in September. Where we’re going to prank FRA-”

“ALFRED!” Matthew Shouts. He was still seething over the curel prank that his older brother pulled on him last year.

“Ahem. Sorry aboot that Y/N hahah…Anyways I believe in you have fun and make sure you try all the best pancakes in your university’s cafes!”

🇫🇷 France 🇫🇷

“Oh mon ami how are you?”

“Fine I guess…..” He caught on to your lack of sparkle in your voice.

“Tell me darling what is it? This is your dream school no? Why so glum?”

You take in a deep breath and explain to him in detail all of the sad feelings that washed over you like high tides during a full moon. You tell him about the loneliness and how the separtaion makes you long to be at home and far away from your current location. This profound chnage in your life was overwhelming and you had no one to give you one of the good tight hugs that only people who knew you well knew how to give. Your voice was cracking over the speaker and France being an empath felt his own heart begin to crumble at your distress with the introduction of a new chapter in your life. He reained quiet and allowed you to drain your heart of sadness. The air was filled with your range of emotions and that helped clear your mind just a little. You wouldnn’t be like this always. But for now it was okay to feel the feels.

“You know I’m glad you’re talking to me Y/N. Is there any other way I can help you? I have already started to prepare a care package to send to you that has the most luxurious sweets. Macaroons, Madeleines, Mille Feuille, Mendiants, Mousse au Chocolat. It will be the magnificent MMMMMMM box.”

(I’m sorry, not sorry XD)

“Good-bye Francis.” You hang up with a deadpan look on your face and the faint traces of a smile trying to bust out.

“Wait Y/N NOOOO! I LOVE YOU DON’T DO THIS TO ME!” He frantically tries to call you back.

🇩🇪 Germany 🇩🇪

*Intentionally left a voicemail while you were on your flight. He wanted to be supportive but is better when he has a script and has rehearsed his lines of what he wants to convey.*

“Y/N I hope this message finds you well. When you land make sure you get some water as you’ve been in the air for over 8 hours you’re likely dehydrated and you should find some hearty food and rest. Also I hope your okay your smile faded rather fast when your turned from the group to head into the airport. It seemed like the reality of it all was beginning to hit you. You’re far away now but never out of reach of your friends and family that care about you. We’re all a call or text message away. Anyways I’m going to do that American holiday with you this year the Friendsgiving. Ja. So I hope you don’t have any plans the weekend before Thanksgiving because I rented out a cabin in Tahoe and have a nice itinerary so we can have the most fun. Viel Glück k Y/N. I know you’ll have a good semester and make new friends and aquaintaances. And remember take breaks. Call me when you’ve settled in okay? Tschüss.”

🇮🇹 Italy 🇮🇹

*Voicemail*

“Ve Ciao Y/N I hope your flight was nice and got to see some pretty views! Check your dorm entrance in 20 minutes there will be an Italian delivery guy that I know who runs one of the best Italian cuisine places in your area. I hope you like it it has a 5 course meal from the bread to the gelato and tiramisu. I know it can be lonely being in a new place but this is only temporary. You’re good at making friends. It’s how you met me hahah. Make sure we can at least talk once a week. Also we should be penpals we’re far away enough to where sending letters nowadays is a way we can make our friendship even more special! Anways call me soon and I miss you already. Hasta la Pasta ❤️”

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do you mind me asking what, in your experience, has the general vibe been in canada among like everyday people? are more canadians pro-palestine or pro-isnotreal? this site is us-centric so I wonder about neighboring country perspectives. if you don't want to answer, that's cool btw! def not expecting you to be an expert!

Hello! Thank you for your questions, and of course I can share some of my thoughts.

In my city we had a march to protest IOF violence (a few thousand people showed up) but a lot of folks from my area tend to go downtown to gather (especially since the Consulates are there too), and the turn outs in Toronto have been high, just like they have been in Ottawa. Compared to 'pro-Israel' crowds in Canada, visibly, it can't compare to people who have come out to support and be in solidarity with Palestine in larger cities -in that respect, it is similar to the US in terms of images we have seen to compare the gatherings. There are a range of people, from Vancouver to Halifax where thousands to hundreds gathered, to only under a dozen -and that speaks volumes in many ways. There have been a few direct-action activist protests where railways were blocked (I know of one in Winnipeg, Manitoba back a few weeks ago that were demanding a ceasefire, and one in Montreal, Quebec very recently [a few days ago] that was demanding an end to IOF terror and Canadian complicity).

In my area the only few visible acts of solidarity I have seen was when I saw a huge Palestinian flag being waved, and I saw someone in the mall, who wore a keffiyeh, and had a small Palestinian flag on their bag. I still see predominantly white women getting their starbucks around (I get there are exceptions, but they're the demographic I mostly see getting their drinks there, much to my dismay). I also work in a mall (and I had to work the Sunday that weekend of Black Friday), and it was BEYOND packed in there -and it's a big shopping centre. This is just my inference, and I don't know anyone's stances based on behaviors like this, which could range from ignorance to bigotry, but I am unsure.

I did, however, look over some articles to give you and anyone interested a little more perspective. Sadly, in terms of polls and politicians support - most 'Canadians,' support a ceasefire, but only on the condition IOF hostages are released, and that even if a majority support humanitarian aid to Gaza, the sentiment is very much pro-IOF, and based on my understanding that there is no acknowledge as Israhell as a settler-colonial force and power that is committing war crimes, genocide, and crimes against humanity.

Here is one article, with some excerpts below with the most recent information available. I will include the link here:

"A majority of Canadians, 75 per cent, hold Hamas (33 per cent) or Iran (42 per cent) responsible for the Oct. 7 attack in Israel that left 1,400 people dead and led to Hamas capturing some 240 hostages. In response, Israel declared war on Hamas." "The Palestinian health ministry, which is part of the Hamas-run government in the Gaza Strip, says some 10,000 Palestinians have been killed so far. That figure has not been independently verified." "Most Canadians (76 per cent) classify Hamas as a terrorist organization and another nine per cent say it is a proxy for Iran. Just eight per cent consider Hamas to be freedom fighters. Overall, 71 per cent of Canadians support Canada calling for a ceasefire between Israel and Hamas, but 81 per cent say that a ceasefire must start with the return of hostages taken by Hamas. Just 18 per cent of Canadians oppose calls for a ceasefire." "New Democrats are most likely to support calls for a ceasefire: 86 per cent support the call, compared to 57 per cent of Conservative voters, 82 per cent of Liberal voters and 85 per cent of Bloc Québécois voters." "When given a choice, 68 per cent said the priority in the conflict should be protecting Palestinian civilians living in Gaza and ensuring they have humanitarian aid, while 32 per cent said retaliation against Hamas should be the priority. Here, there are stark differences between parties: Forty-eight per cent of Conservatives say the fight against Hamas should be the priority, compared to 25 per cent of Liberals, 20 per cent of New Democrats and 18 per cent of Bloc voters." "Fifty-nine per cent approve of Canada’s support for Israel (only 18 per cent disapprove). At 71 per cent, Liberal voters back Canada’s support for Israel most strongly, followed by Conservative voters (67 per cent) and Bloc Québécois voters (61 per cent). Just 39 per cent of New Democrat voters back Canada’s support for Israel."

I think it's also important to add that the Liberals passed a new bill a few years ago, called Bill C-10, which was to amend the Broadcasting Act (which is a way for them to decide which *content* to censor, which includes most videos on the ground from Palestine, depending on the platform -but I can't access Eyes on Palestine, and can't see videos uploaded on Let's Talk Palestine). They say this is so that people turn to 'reliable' and 'credible,' news sources (as one element), but when mainstream western media isn't covering the genocide the way it needs to be because the IOF is a settler-power ethnically cleansing Palestinian people -that is clear as day, but similar to the US -the Canadian government has a vested interest in 'Israel,' and has been, since day one, saying 'Israel' has a right to defend itself, and classifies Hamas as a terrorist organization like the US, and STILL advocates for a two-state solution:

I would also like too that here, too, multiple politicians and journalists have been fired for their 'pro-Palestine' comments. It's just despicable. You can read more about this here and about the people/what they posted:

Of course this wasn't all-encompassing, and I am by no means an expert, but I would say generally, Canada and their 'pro-Israel' crowd (unsurprisingly) is similar to the United States. I hope this offered a bit more insight into what's going on here. I will try to keep updating about Canada here as well, because yes -a lot of what we see tends to be from the US, which understandably, but I will try to be reflexive of this moving forward.

#feminist #feminism #social justice #freepalastine🇵🇸#palestine #free palestine #free gaza #canada #canadian politics #end the occupation #end the genocide #settler colonialism #settler violence #colonialism #colonial violence

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Memories (Noah Dobson/Reader)

This is my entry for @antoineroussel‘s summer fic exchange! This fic is for @2manytabsopen. I went for fluffy and friends-to-lovers. I hope you like it!

I had a lot of fun writing this one (and it was originally only supposed to be a 5+1, but the more I dug into Noah’s career, the more I wanted to keep including, so you get a 10+2!).Thanks for introducing me to a new hockey boy to love as well! :)

Rating: T (like a couple mentions of kissing/implied activities, a curse word or two, and one use of the middle finger)

Pairing: Noah Dobson/reader

Words: 2,871

Warnings: none really (other than his trade in juniors)

Summary: You and Noah had been through a lot together- from being kids in Canada to watching him go pro. (Alternatively titled “10 Memories from Juniors, plus 2 from the NHL”)

You and Noah had been through a lot together (even living in different countries for one year), and he was your best friend. Which is why it was only natural that you would fall for him. Looking back, you couldn’t find the exact moment where you and Noah crossed the line from best friends to “friends” to “boyfriend/girlfriend”, to now engaged, but as you thought about the years, he had always been there, and you definitely didn’t want him to go anywhere.

1. Canada

You were six when you met him for the first time. You were both on the playground when someone hit into you, knocking you down. He was about to come over and make sure you were ok when you got up, turned around, and shoved at the other kid. Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “I guess you don’t need my help after all. I’m Noah by the way.”

“Y/N.” You said.

That started a friendship that had continued on over the years; you had gone to different schools, and were in different high schools this year, but you always made time for each other on the weekends, and more times than not, you could be found at one of his hockey tournaments on the weekend.

2. Austria

When Noah told you he had to talk to you in person about his plans, you knew it had to be something serious. You had always texted one another, and “in person” talks were saved for the big things. Like Noah dropping that he was going to Austria for the year to play hockey.

“Noah, you don’t have to get my opinion on it. You gotta do what makes sense for your hockey career.” You said.

“But you’re my best friend, Y/N.”

“Go. Have fun. We’ll figure out the time difference later, yeah? We can still talk to each other.”

“Ok. I’ll miss you, Y/N.”

“I’ll miss you too, Noah.”

That year, there were a lot of texts, and good old fashioned letters too. You had a couple of FaceTime calls too.

3. 2016 QMJHL draft

When he was in Austria, he was set to be drafted in the QMJHL draft. He wanted you to be there with him; he asked your parents if you could fly to Austria to be with him and his parents.

Your parents had agreed, and when you landed, you went running to him in the middle of the airport, leaping for a hug. “Noah!”

“Hey, y/n. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too.”

“I had to have my best friend here when I was drafted.” He said.

He went sixth overall, and after dinner with his parents that night, he took you around town. He swore it wasn’t a date, but you knew him better than that. You pretended it wasn’t, and when he hugged you outside your hotel door that night, you leaned in. “Thanks for inviting me.”

“There’s no one- besides my parents- I wanted to be here more. Thank you for all your support.”

“You’re welcome.”

Flying back to Canada sucked, but you had lots of pictures from the weekend, so you couldn’t complain. Plus, you knew Noah would be home next year, so that was going to get you through the next couple of months.

4. 2017 Ivan Hlinka Memorial Tournament

Noah had come home from Austria and you had gotten closer than ever; your friends were teasing you about being the “married” couple, but you kept insisting you and Noah were just friends. He hadn’t asked you out, and you hadn’t said you had a crush on him.

When it was time for the Ivan Hlinka tournament, he asked you to come along. His cheeks got a little pink when he did, but you said, “Of course I will.”

He had 3 assists, and they won gold. You made your way down to the ice, where he grinned. “There’s my girl!” he grinned, picking you up and spinning you. “You were the good luck charm we needed.”

“Glad to be of assistance.” You laughed. You wanted to say something else, but he was being pulled back into the celebration, and you really had a plane to catch, so you left.

“Thank you again for coming.” the text said.

“I wouldn’t have missed it.”

5. 2018 Memorial Cup

Sometime between Noah coming home and the start of the hockey season, you two had finally kind of figured things out. He’d asked you out, and you’d said yes, as long as it didn’t distract him from hockey too much. He had played so well this year, and he didn’t even have to ask- you said you were coming to the Memorial Cup. He started off with an assist in his first game, and then in the second, he had 2 goals and 2 assists, and got first star. You just grinned and told him your magic powers were working again. In his third game, he had 2 assists. While he didn’t score in the championship game, they won the Memorial Cup. You were swimming in the jersey he had insisted you wear; you made your way to the ice and waited for him to skate up to you. You weren’t expecting the kiss he planted on your lips, but it was nice.

“Told you you were my good luck charm,” he said. “Two tournaments and two trophies.”

“You just like me for my hockey tournament powers?” You teased. “Geez, thanks!”

“Oh no, I like you for a lot more than that.” he grinned.

6. 2018 NHL draft

Noah had asked you to come along to the NHL draft. You went; you knew he was going to be a pretty high pick- the scouts had been coming to a lot of his games this year, and while you wanted to support him, you wanted it to be about him, so you told him you’d watch from the hotel room. He was disappointed, but he understood what you were getting at (and he knew that he really wasn’t going to have much time with you anyway after he was picked), so he left you with a kiss and headed to the draft with his parents. You two were texting constantly until he was picked 12th by the Islanders. You sent him a string of heart emojis and then said you’d see him when he got back to the room.

You were just starting to fall asleep when he came in. “I’m proud of you.” You said, opening your arms for a hug. “Congrats babe.”

“I couldn’t have done it without you, Y/N,” he said. “Let me change my clothes real quick, and we can cuddle for a while?”

“Of course we can bub.” You said, knowing he needed to destress a little. “So, New York, eh?”

“Yeah. I think I’ll fit in well there.”

“I think you will too.”

7. Trade from Acadie-Bathurst to Rodyn-Noranda

You knew the minute you walked into the house, something was wrong. Noah was on the couch, staring straight ahead, like you didn’t exist. “Noah, what’s going on?”

“I got traded.” He dropped the bomb. “To Rodyn-Noranda.”

“Hey, we’ll make it work. We always do.” You said. You guys had made some pretty interesting situations with hockey work out, so this wasn’t going to be much different. “Make room. You need cuddles.” You worked your way onto the couch, so you could wrap your arms around him. Even though he was the bigger one of the two of you, he fit himself into your arms, and you held him as he let loose. You whispered words of encouragement at times, and other times sat silent as he ran through the emotional gauntlet.

“I got you Noah. I’m not going anywhere. I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for being here.”

8. 2019 Memorial Cup

Noah had made it back to the Memorial Cup (although this time with a different team). He had scored an empty net goal, and pointed at your spot in the stands, and he’d also had a couple of assists. Once again, he was lifting the trophy; this time, you were ready for the kiss and the pictures of you with the trophy. You let him celebrate with the boys and told him you’d be at the hotel waiting.

Noah’s mom sent you a set of pictures she’d taken. Noah was holding the trophy in the first one, and you were staring at him like he hung the moon. In the second one, he was still holding the trophy, but he was looking at you with the biggest “heart eyes”. In the third, he was holding the trophy, and you two were both smiling at the camera. And in the fourth (and honestly, your favorite), Noah’s mom had caught the two of you mid hug and kiss after he’d passed off the trophy. That one was your new phone lock screen.

9. 2019 World Junior Classic

You had followed Noah along to the World Juniors. Canada didn’t have a good showing there (not that 6th was bad; it’s just not what they wanted). You knew how he got after tough losses, so you let him come to you on his own terms, and you held him close and listened to him talk about everything that had gone wrong. Finally, you had enough of him wallowing in self-pity. “You done?” You asked, knowing you were going to have to use some tough love on him.

“What?” he looked up at you.

“Are you done beating yourself up for something that was out of your control?” You asked. He stared at you, opening his mouth to speak, only to have you hold your hand up. “Noah Dobson, did you deliberately break your stick?”

“No.”

“Right. It was a fluke thing. Sure, it happened at a crappy time, but it could have happened to everyone. You think Gretzky never broke a stick at a pivotal moment?”

That drew a laugh out of him, which is what you were going for. “Thanks, Y/N. You know what to say.” He leaned in for a kiss. “I’m sorry I’ve been a downer.”

“It’s ok, Noah. You’re allowed to feel. Just, remember, I’m always here for you.”

“Thanks.” He grinned. Seeing you were slightly distracted, he used the opportunity to flip you around. “I know something that would make me feel better.” he said, kissing you and then moving his mouth to your neck.

“No marks.” You said, smiling, lolling your head to the side.

“I can do that.”

10. New York

Noah had been told he was going to be with the Islanders this year, and he’d found a little apartment in the city that was close enough to everything. He knew you were taking a year off before deciding if you were going to go to college, and he really wanted you in the same place as him, so he knew what he was going to do.

He had invited you out to dinner tonight, and as you sat waiting for the meal to arrive, you looked at him. “Not that this isn’t nice, but what’s going on bub?” Shock crossed your face as he pulled out a box. “You’re not proposing to me are you?”

“No,” he laughed. “We’re not ready for that quite yet.” He opened the box and pulled out the key. “I guess, I am in a sense. You’ve been by me every step of the way, and I couldn’t imagine starting my NHL career without you there by my side. Y/N, I want you to come to New York with me. Do you want to?”

“Yes, of course, I do.” You grinned. “I accept your house key, Noah Dobson.”

“Our house key.” he chuckled.

“Our house key.” you amended.

“Aw, you’re sweet.” You chuckled, leaning over the table for a kiss.

You moved some of your things down to the apartment the next weekend; you grabbed the picture of the two of you from the 2019 Memorial Cup. You had to have that one in the house.

“I remember that picture.” Noah said as you sat it on the fireplace mantle.

“It’s one of my favorites of us together.” You admitted.

+1: NHL first game (10/8/19)

Noah had called you after he’d gotten the notification he’d been in the game tonight. You promised you’d be there in the stands in his jersey. You made a sign that had a big heart with a number 8 on it, along with the words “From Canada to the NHL… #8’s always #1 in my heart”. You didn’t miss filming his rookie lap, and when he came up to stand by you at the glass, you couldn’t stop the smile on your face. You were getting to watch him live out his dream.

When he got the assist, you were pretty sure you were the one who screamed the loudest in the arena. That was your man on the ice out there, and you were super fucking proud of him.

You knew he was going to be wound up after the game and media; you waited for him outside the locker room where a couple of the other WAGs had directed you to. When he came out, he made a beeline for you. “Y/N!! Babe, did you see me?”

“Hey bub.” You laughed as he picked you up and spun you around in a circle. “Yes, I saw you. You did great. Nice assist.”

“They gave me the puck.” He grinned.

“You gonna put it in your case at home?” You asked.

“I was thinking I could give it to my parents?” he asked, suddenly quiet, like he was afraid of your answer.

“That sounds perfect. They helped you get to where you are today.” You said. “It’s your puck baby, you get to decide who gets it.” You said as he grabbed your hand.

“You get the first goal puck.” he said, lacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go home?”

“Yeah.”

+2: NHL first goal (1/14/20)

You had been going to every home game (and Noah had insisted on you taking the sign to every one as well; it became your ritual to hold it up to the glass, and he’d come over and hit the ice in front of you and grin). You were there after every win and every loss, and you knew it was helping him a little to have some consistency in his life right now (and when had you become that? You weren’t really quite sure). The two of you had gotten good at making dinner together, and knowing when one another needed space (or cuddles), and it was nice.

It had taken a little longer to get the first goal, but here it was. You didn’t have to even look at Noah to know how excited he was. He was practically vibrating with energy, and the fact he had done it at home in the Coliseum (in front of you) was even more special.

You waited for him outside the locker room once again; this time, you went running to him. “Noah!” You leapt at him; he easily caught you and spun you around. “I’m so proud of you.” You gave him a kiss.

“Get a room, kids!” Matt Martin teased; you just laughed as Noah threw up a middle finger and kept kissing you.

Noah finally put you down. “I do have something for you.” he said, handing over the goal puck. “Y/N, thank you for always being there for me. I couldn’t have done it without you. This is as much yours as it is mine.”

“Stop, you’re gonna make me cry.” You furiously wiped at your eyes. “Come on, home.”

You placed the puck right in front of the picture on the mantle, and then led him to the bedroom, where you showed him how proud you were of him.

Things had continued on for the rest of the season; there were good days and bad days, but the important thing was you were doing it together. You had just gotten home from getting groceries to find both your families in the apartment. “Hi. I didn’t know you guys were coming. Where’s Noah?”

Your parents moved out of the way, and that’s when you saw Noah on one knee on the ground, ring box in hand. “Y/N, you have been there through it all- different schools, different countries, the screwed up hockey schedules, the summer tournaments, and everything else. You’ve never complained for one minute. You can cheer me up when I’ve had a bad day, and every day is an adventure with you. You’ve made me the happiest person alive, and I don’t want to spend another day without you by my side. Will you marry me?” He opened the box.

“Yes!!” you said, crying (happy tears).

That led you to where you were now- waiting with your dad to walk you down the aisle to say “I do” to spending forever with Noah. You were slightly nervous, but it was just Noah, and now you could call him “yours” forever. There was no place you’d rather be than by his side.

#the summer fic exchange 2k22 #noah dobson fic #nhl imagine #nhl imagines

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