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mouthpiece-simp · 1 year

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Bellringer x Prethinker Headcanons

Hooray I'm finally back to writing HCs! I kept having to delay coming back to these further and further because life kept happening. Now I can finally write my own dang request to myself... lol.

🔔🧠These two were unlikely friends for a while, and both of them realized they'd grown feelings for each other.

🔔🧠Brian would've just kept it to himself or gone into full panic mode trying to decide how to confess, but not Ben. He made the first move and was like, REALLY flirty throughout the entire confession.

🔔🧠Brian is SPEECHLESS... and very red. He tried to get himself to say some kind of nonsense about how intellectuals didn't let emotions sway them, but it came out as, "Uh... Ben, um... myself... uh... I... m-must be malfunctioning... I-"

🔔🧠Poor guy was so embarrassed that Ben had to help him calm down to actually articulate a response. And no, he wasn't malfunctioning.

🔔🧠After an uncomfortably long silence, Brian finally sheepishly admits that he likes Ben too.

🔔🧠And that's how they started dating...

🔔🧠Ben LOVES to pick up his boyfriend. It makes Brian get really embarrassed every time, but he actually really enjoys it.

🔔🧠He's also really flirty all the time because he thinks it's fun to embarrass Brian.

🔔🧠Brian will want Ben to be as happy as possible, so he will make entire spreadsheets, forumulas, ETC. trying to calculate and take note of the best things to say or do in every possible scenario he can think of. Ben keeps trying to tell him to just be himself and not try to impress him, but it doesn't seem to get through to him yet.

🔔🧠Ben's healing bell not only heals Cog HP, but it also has a calming effect on Cogs. He will use that to his advantage if Brian starts getting too stressed and anxious {which is often}.

🔔🧠When he's overhealed from Ben, Brian gets pretty overconfident in his ability to fight toons. This confidence can be easily shattered if one of the toons asks him why he's overhealed because he won't want to admit he got help from another Cog- especially to the toons!

🔔🧠Both of them are really good at cooking, but they absolutely CANNOT be in the kitchen together. Ben is more about "cooking with passion makes it taste better" while Brian is incredibly particular and scientific about his cooking. Also, Brian will point out every single health code violation that Ben made {even if it's as minor as hot holding food for 5 minutes at 160°F when it's about to go on the table at room temperature anyways}.

🔔🧠So they take turns cooking meals while the other does the dishes since it was the best compromise they could come to.

🔔🧠Surprisingly, Brian actually sometimes calls Ben pet names. Usually it's half sarcastically, but he does do it occasionally. By the way, most of the time the pet name is honey.

🔔🧠Instead of asking for help, if he needs to reach the top shelf he basically tries to do the typical standing on his tippy toes, jumping up and down, getting a stepping stool, or just outright climbing to get the thing he wants. If Ben notices this happening, he'll get the thing and tell him to just ask him for help next time {he won't}.

🔔🧠Ben will gossip about anyone and everyone, and Brian likes to listen to all of it. But he also likes to secretly get "equal revenge" on anyone Ben doesn't like, ranging from breaking into their house to replace all the batteries with dead/almost dead ones to just straight up doing whatever they did to Ben back to them.

🔔🧠Once he catches wind of this, he'll ask Brian to stop because it is hurtful even if it's funny. So instead they end up becoming that couple that gossips about EVERYBODY and just judge from a distance. Since talking poorly of people behind their backs is definitely not hurtful!

🔔🧠Ben is now really into [insert video game you think Brian would play here] because Brian forced him to play it.

🔔🧠Basically imagine an anxious nerd dating a really flirty guy who doesn't ever shut up and that's their relationship dynamic LOL.

#corporate clash #toontown cogs #toontown corporate clash #ttcc #bellringer #prethinker #bellringer x prethinker #benjamin biggs #i think their ship name is uhh #bellthinker #idk i dont really know ship names

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paramnesiagirl · 7 months

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BG3: The Power of Player Narrative

In my most recent multiplayer run of Baldur's Gate 3, the game on everyone's minds, I found myself playing the role of a companion.

I don't mean simply piloting one of those already given to you at the start of the game, no, what I managed to land myself into, was roleplaying a fully fleshed out 'custom companion', Hestia. A blue-haired, somewhat crass, Tempest Cleric of Mysta's domain.

-- She does seem a bit mean, doesn't she? --

Now, while many of us can say that we're used to making up stories for our intrepid adventurers, and designing whole narratives for them, I was surprised by the ability of BG3 to allow me to do so.

It was amazingly easy to craft an inspiring quest of a cleric now wanting revenge on a variety of former suitors from her time as a noble. Easy to invent up bits of dialogue for her (based on the tremendous amount of soft storytelling already present). Other companions 'interacted' with her based on their own traits, such as hers and Gale's mutual love for Mystra and the Weave.

It was even easy to make her her own companion tent!

-- What a bookworm! --

A bit too easy. As after hours of me interjecting with 'Hestia disapproves!' at various choice selections, the host finally decided to listen to me for once. To our extreme regret.

At around 20 hours, we had found Rugan, the Zhentarim you can 'accidentally' choose to get into trouble. Seeing as it was our own faults, Hestia wished to help him. She cut his binds herself. Unfortunately, she decided to do this in front of his enemies.

Our party might have ended in all of our deaths, that save, but it was unforgettable.

BG3 has done what few RPGs have been able to accomplish: allow players the ability to write their own stories.

I didn't feel like a player, I felt like a true working component of the game. Often times, when talking about player experience, you'll hear the words 'it felt real'. Hestia was real. The freedom and ability of me to choose details as small as the colour of her armour (gold and blue, as befitting a cleric), to selecting the little bits and bobs she'd put around her camp; all of it felt like a true release of control. A gift from the developers to myself, and every other player.

It's so damn hard to create a game these days. Everything is predetermined, hard-baked into lines upon lines of code. Yet, developers are expected to create a system that allows players to move around freely. A contradictory task.

What Larian has done, is expand upon the traditional 'box' forumula that you must place players in. They've taken the power of narrative, and put it completely into the hands of the player to design the flow of the story for. You can choose where to go, you can choose who lives and dies, you choose the state of your world.

Perhaps, that's why I'll remember BG3 till my end days.

It wasn't a pre-written story that brought me to tears because of its Oscar-winning quality, but one that we gripped the reins of hard and steered ourselves towards outcomes that only we have ourselves to blame for. It's engaged me like no other game has, except perhaps since the early days of modding Skyrim to curate our perfect and unique experiences based on over 200 mods.

So, what now?

Now, we can only hope that other companies expand upon this. Dragon Age: Dreadwolf, from the long Dragon Age RPG lineage, is slated to be released in the next few years. It, amongst many other games, will need to hold themselves up to this higher standard. One that, unlike other RPG titles released in the last three years, did not rely on DLCs or large patches in order to appeal to players.

The power of player narrative, its potential, and the manner of which game developers can go about utilising it, has now been put into full view. Now, more than ever, companies must reconsider the amount of priority they want to put onto marketing their games, verus actually making them. With the current player numbers and profits made from BG3, perhaps, they will finally be convinced.

#baldur's gate 3 #roleplay #bg3 #bg3 tav #video games #game design

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wtflife01 · 2 years

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Does anyone else find those forumula one twins a bit creepy? They seem to stalk the drivers everywhere they go!

yes 😭

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himejoshikomaeda · 2 years

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(if planckton from sponge bob was in OFFICE PLANKTON)

PLankcton (spongebob: Crabs! I am in the "OFFICE PLANKTON!" eeyahahahah!! in this oFcice I will find the Craby Paty Secret Forumula!

(Secretary with the huge tits ) it is me the temporary secretary!!! (Takes her breats out [tumblr bans female presenting nipple]) try and get through THIS firewall plankcton!!

Plackton: Oh shucks!!I cnat get the Forumal in "OFFICE PLACKTONE!"

(BOSS) and Dont you ever forget 'Office PLacton!"

What do you think? Do you think I have a future in the 'Toon industry? (Slang for 'cartoon') if not im going to jump off a bridge

i'd try the bridge yeah. do you have one already picked out or

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the-firebird69 · 4 months

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danielxricciardo · 3 years

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Hello!! This is bit of complicated prompt 🤣 was thinking reader is ex-gf of Carlos, got pregnant but didn’t tell Carlos, fast forward, she’s now Daniel’s fiancée, Daniel’s the one whose the little girl known to be her dad ever since, now Carlos suddenly knew about all of this and wanted “his” family back to him.

I’m alllllll for Daniel’s jealousy and being territorial over the reader and his little girl which he love as his own. Angst wouldn’t hurt!🤪

P.S: I hope I’m not the only one having broody kink over Daniel!!!🔥🔥🔥 I think he’ll be damn hot protective dad and husband!

Summary: You and Daniel are engaged but you have a little girl with Carlos Sainz.

Warnings: angst

Word count: 1.9k

It was 7 minutes after midnight. Although you were very tired, you couldn't fall asleep, and the strong light from your phone that lit up the whole room made you lift your head off the pillow.

It was a text message from someone who hasn't appeared on your phone in a long time. You bit your lip and read the message.

"We need to talk. Tomorrow before the race I'll come looking for you."

You felt the fear build up in you.

"Trying to get through life without having control over your attention is like trying to get to your destination without having control over the car you're driving," Grace Ricciardo told you a long time ago.

Even if there is a built-in system of fear reaction in your body, you have some control over your next move. Your automatic reaction can be to fight, run or get stuck, but you don't always have to do one of these things. At that moment you got stuck.

Your hands began to tremble and you dropped the phone, you began to sweat excessively, a cold sweat that made you tremble, and you were breathing hard. Very heavy. So heavy that Daniel, your fiancé, woke up.

He immediately recognized your symptoms: hyperventilation followed or concomitant with chest pain, rapid, strong, or irregular heartbeat, dyspnoea or difficulty breathing, dizziness, and tremor. You had a panic attack.

Daniel gets up immediately and comes to you.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm here. Do as I tell you, okay. Put a hand on your stomach. Inhale slowly and deeply through your nose. Count to five as you inhale and again as you exhale. Repeat this ten times. Close your eyes and think of a happy and soothing place. Imagine that you are there."

You did exactly as Daniel told you. You felt him get out of bed and go to the window to open the windows and welcome the cold English air in your room.

He brought you a glass of cold water and handed it to you when he saw that you had calmed down. You gladly accepted the glass of water and drank it quickly. Daniel hadn't asked you what happened. He didn't ask you the reason for the panic attack, and you knew he wouldn't ask you. He'll let you tell him if you want to.

"Carlos texted me."

Daniel frowned and looked at his watch. 12:15 a.m. His anger would come like an impossible build-up steam, burning him on the way out, burning you on the receiving end.

"Carlos Sainz? At this hour? What did he want?" he asks nervously, but in a whisper so as not to wake the other person who lived with you.

"He said we need to talk tomorrow before the race."

You start and bite your nails and Daniel comes to you, taking your hands from your mouth. He hugs you, his left hand taking a fist from your hair. You didn't think he could hug you harder but you were glad you had him by your side.

"Do you think he knows?" you ask him on the verge of crying.

"It's not very difficult to put the information together. He would have found out sooner or later."

"Will you be with me when he comes?"

"I wasn't going to leave you alone."

You haven't detached yourself from Daniel all day. Wherever he went, you and your daughter, Meadow, followed him.

Meadow Ricciardo looked at her father with wide eyes wherever he went, becoming restless when she no longer saw him. Whenever she could, she wanted to be in his arms and she already knew that she wanted to be a Formula 1 driver when she grew up, even though she was only 3 years old now. She was competitive, very funny, and clumsy, just like her father.

But her father was not Daniel Ricciardo. Sure, he knew that, his parents knew that, your parents knew that. But Meadow didn't know.

Meadow's biological father was Carlos.

When you found out you were pregnant, you couldn't wait to tell Carlos. Although you have been together for less than a year, you took this pregnancy as a blessing.

You didn't even get to tell Carlos that you were about to become parents because he broke up with you. You didn't understand anything about that breakup. You were fine a day ago.

The breakup destroyed you. Not only did you no longer have the man you loved with you, but you would also become a single mother.

Daniel Ricciardo saw you when you left the paddock. You were crying and shaking very hard and he was scared when he saw you in that state. He took you to Renault Hospitality and told you to wait for him there until the race was over and then he would come to you. Daniel compromised that race from the beginning, making an accident in the 5th lap. He came to you immediately. He was afraid you would leave.

You told him the situation you were in that night and he offered to help you.

You moved in with him and by the time you entered the third trimester of pregnancy, you were already together.

When you gave birth, Daniel was there. He cut your little girl's umbilical cord and he was the first one to hold her. When the nurse came to register the girl's name and reached the family name, Daniel was ready to say your last name, but you took it first and said 'Ricciardo'. After the nurse left, you looked at Daniel and saw that he was already looking at you with wide eyes. You apologized for giving his last name before consulting with him, but he kissed you. He was happy.

To anyone from the outside, Meadow was his daughter. Grace and Joe Ricciardo behaved with Meadow as if she were their real niece.

Daniel was with you and Meadow at every milestone.

When Meadow took her first steps, Daniel was there and filmed everything.

When Meadow said her first word, which by the way was 'dada', Daniel was there, wiping away his tears and kissing Meadow on the forehead.

When Daniel was away racing and called home, he immediately asked to see Meadow. You were glad that Daniel loved Meadow so much, and your daughter had a father figure in her life who would give his life for her.

This weekend had been the first time since Carlos had broken up with you when you stepped into the paddock. You were holding your daughter's hand and heading to McLaren Hospitality. You knew everyone was looking at you strangely. Nobody knew you had a daughter. You kept it away from the eyes of the world, knowing about her only your families and close friends.

But you knew you couldn't keep her a secret her whole life.

Carlos saw you.

He was in front of the Ferrari garage, talking to Charles when he noticed you. When he saw that you were walking next to a little girl, his stomach tightened.

"Mate, that girl looks a little like you," Charles said, asserting the hypothesis to Carlos.

You turn to him, holding Meadow in your arms. Daniel was behind you. He took Meadow from your arms and gave her to Michael so that she wouldn't participate in your discussion.

"Y/N..." you hear Carlos's voice calling for you.

Carlos watched Meadow until Michael pulled her out of the room. You could hear her start screaming for her father, and Daniel instinctively turned his head toward her.

"Hello, Carlos," you say to break the silence.

This argument grew from nowhere into a tornado. In your rage, you were blind to them. You assumed you were right when you had no real reason to. The words you spoke in such well-intentioned purity triggered something in him that came from fear. The words that calm him, scared you... and the words that calm you scared him. So there were in opposite camps, suddenly blind to each other's good hearts and building barricades instead of bridges. In fear, we are all the monster, the fighter, yet if we learn to respond with love and kindness we start to cure the monster in others, we return them to being the angel of their better natures.

"Why didn't you tell me I had a daughter?"

Shouting rent the air. What was once peaceful became polluted with rage. Everyone tensed. If the shouts were visible they'd be reaching over the air, strangling the life from you. As the words got more bitter it would be possible to see why you gasped for breath.

"Because you don't! You were nothing more than a sperm donor to me," you scream at him, anger boiling in your veins.

"I want to be a part of her life," he says and looks at you and Daniel.

"I'm the biological father."

"Definitely not," says Daniel, this time the anger being on his side. "Y/N is my fiancée and Meadow is my daughter."

"I'm not interested in that. You weren't with Meadow when she had the flu and neither I nor Y/N slept for 4 days. You weren't with her when she took her first steps or when she said her first word. You didn't teach her to ride a bike and you didn't take her to go-karting."

"That's because I didn't know she existed!" Carlos shouted.

There was something in that shout, a pain behind it. You watched Carlos's eyes. Then you knew. The anger was nothing but a shield for pain, like a cornered soldier randomly throwing out grenades, scared for his life, lonely, desperate. He breathed in real slow.

"You shouldn't have broken up with Y/N then," Daniel says and shrugs. "For so many years you didn't care about Y/N, you didn't even give her a text message all these years to ask her if she was okay. And now that you've seen that she has a daughter, have you decided to ask for your rights? No, Carlos, they're my family and I won't let you take them away from me. "

"Meadow is Daniel's daughter, Carlos," you say and take Daniel by the hand. "As I said, you were the sperm donor and that's it. You won't be involved in her life because you have no rights. Meadow's last name is Ricciardo and nothing in this world will change that."

Carlos looks down and bites his lip as he is about to cry. There was no heat in your voice, as if your heartbeat so steadily, even though you took a different view from Carlos's own. You simply said this was your way of doing things. You could see Carlos balk at first, so accustomed he was to ways of you and your fiery temper. Verity was different, you absorbed things and then responded more than reacted, dampened situations rather than adding to the flames.

"I'm sorry," Carlos said and watched you with soft eyes. "I thought that this breakup is the only way I will rediscover who I am. We broke up so I could build up instead of breaking down."

It was strange to hear him talk about your breakup and apologize. Finally, you could have the closure you didn't have so many years ago.

"It's okay," you say and smile at him. "I'm over it now," you say and look at Daniel.

"Mommy, Daddy!" You hear Meadow running towards you. Daniel bends down and lifts her in his arms. "Uncle Michael showed me how to prepare Daddy's helmet, can I make it from now on?"

Daniel laughs and kisses her on the forehead.

"Of course you can."

"Meadow, baby, he's Carlos. He's also a driver, like Daddy," you say.

Carlos looks at her with wide eyes and waves.

"Hi. Daddy's better!"

Carlos laughs.

"Of course he is."

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graziepierregasly · 3 years

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love is in the air, do do do, do do do

#f1 #forumula one #yuki tsunoda #pierre gasly #lance stroll #esteban ocon #mick schumacher

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sportsthoughts · 3 years

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Mercedes just do everything so ...smoothly

#mercedes launch #mercedes #f1 #forumula one

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rennsportwagen · 4 years

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Jim Clark, Belgium, 1967.

#petrolhead #vintage #cars #vintage cars #auto #automobile #vintage auto #classic cars #racing #vintage racing #f1 #forumula one #formule 1 #jim clark #lotus #belgium #spa #1967 #retro #nostalgia

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fisicol92 · 7 years

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(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U_NR9SxFj_U)

Autodromo Nazionale Monza

Permanent road and oval courses

Road Course: 5.793 km / 3.600 miles

Circuit History

Monza is a true cathedral to speed, unmatched around the world for its sense of history and passion, fuelled in part by its long history and also the fanaticism of the Italian fans, the tifosi. With the steadily decaying remnants of the high speed banked circuit providing a backdrop through the parkland trees, the atmosphere here is like no other; a mix of speed, melodrama and more than a hint of melancholy.

Its history began shortly after the First World War, when the Italian motor industry was undergoing its first great ascendancy. Authorities began looking for land to create a circuit to test their cars and demonstrate to the rest of the world their superiority through sporting success. Gallarte and La Cagnola near Milan were initially suggestions and rejected before some far-sighted visionary proposed the royal park at Monza to the Automobile Club of Milan. This was deemed suitable and preparations were began in earnest soon after.

Rush to completion

A company was formed to develop the project, the SIAS (Società Incremento Autodromo e Sport), under the presidency of Silvio Crespi. Agreements were made with the administrators of the park and plans drawn up for a high speed track and road circuit. Engineer Piero Puricelli, who would go on to develop many of the pioneering autostrada routes across Lombardy, was entrusted with heading up the design and construction phases. Total costs were expected to be in the region of $16 million lire.

Vincenzo Lancia and Felice Nazzaro duly turned the first sod on February 26, 1922 at an elaborate ceremony. Construction would only get under way for a matter of days, however, before conservationists – alarmed at the number of trees due to be felled to make way for the new circuit – forced a halt to proceedings.

There followed several months of negotiations with Rome by the motoring authorities but, eventually, permission was sought to resume, albeit on a much modified course using as many of the existing park roads and pathways as possible, to allay the fears over excessive tree felling.

Much time had been lost and, with the SIAS having earlier proclaimed the circuit would be ready to host that year’s Italian Grand Prix, there was no time to lose. Up to 3,500 workman were brought in to complete construction at a feverish pace, with 300 wagons, 200 trucks and even a three-mile temporary railway laid out among the trees.

Remarkably, in just 110 days, the entire complex was completed. The combined road and high speed oval course, grandstands, service roads and other spectator facilities were all ready as promised for the Grand Prix. On August 20, three Fiats, driven in turn by Nazzaro, Bordino, Salamano, Giaccone and Lampiano turned the first laps around the 6.21 miles circuit, a few days ahead of an elaborate opening ceremony which saw 200 cars driven by members of the Milan Automobile Club head out around the course.

From triumph to tragedy

Those early days were perhaps among the happiest in the circuit’s history; here was Italy leading the world with both its cars and its facilities. The sense of celebration was to be cruelly shattered just a few years later during the 1928 Grand Prix. For reasons that have never been entirely clear, the Talbot of Materassi suddenly swerved to the left while overtaking another car on the grandstand straight, ploughing through the barriers and into the crowd. Materassi was killed instantly, along with 28 spectators.

Changes were inevitable. Spectator safety was improved and by 1930, a new configuration was created with the installation of a link road between the central straight of the road course and the eastern straight of the speed course, cutting out the north curve altogether. Known as the Florio course, this was used in a variety of formations in preference to the full course but, even then, tragedy was not far away. In the 1931 Grand Prix, Philippe Etancelin left the road at the Lesmo corners, careering into another group of spectators; three died, including Etancelin, and another 14 were injured.

The came ‘Black Sunday’ on October 10, 1933. On the south curve of the speed circuit, Giuseppe Campari’s P3 Alfa Romeo and Baconin Borzacchini’s 8CM Maserati slid off on oil laid down the previous lap by a competitor; both were killed instantly. Then, later the same day, Count Stanisław Czaykowski’s Bugatti overturned on the south curve and caught fire; the Polish driver died in the ensuing blaze.

These events led to the virtual abandonment of the combined and speed courses in the following years, further variations of the Florio or the road course being preferred. After one last Italian Grand Prix on the original road course in early 1938, the Monza authorities set about more radical alterations.

War stops play

Under plans drawn up by engineer Aldo di Rionzo, the banked oval course was demolished altogether and a new Grand Prix road course devised. This saw the installation of a new Vialone curve and extended back straight which lead into two sharp right handers to complete the lap and lead back to the start finish straight. Changes were also made to the two Lesmo curves and a new section of test track, bypassing the Curva Grande, was installed at the behest of Pirelli.

Spectator facilities were also greatly improved, with a new grandstand seating 2,000; a restaurant on the ground floor; timing and scoring tower; and 30 purpose-built pit stalls among the improvements. Sadly, the outbreak of World War Two meant these new improvements were never tried in anger. All racing activities ceased at Monza and the autodrome buildings were used for various purposes, including safe storage of the public Automobile Registry archives and even as pens for the animals removed from the Milan zoo!

In April, 1945, the grandstand straight was host to a parade of Allied armoured vehicles, which broke up the track surface. A little later, large areas were used for storage of military vehicles and war surplus, mainly in the southern part of the circuit. Besides the track, the pits buildings and stands also suffered and by war’s end little remained that was usable.

At the beginning of 1948 the Milan Automobile Club decided on complete restoration of the autodrome. As with its original construction, the circuit was readied in a very short time frame; in less than two months the facilities were restored and the improvements of 1938 could finally be used for their original intended purpose. Racing was back!

Return and revival

By 1955, ambitions had grown further and plans were put in place to recreate the high-speed banked circuit, albeit with considerably steeper banking (so steep it is virtually impossible to ascend to the top on foot unaided). This roughly followed the course of the 1922 original, save for the south curve which was set closer to the pit straight. The new high-speed loop was built on reinforced concrete pillars, rather than earth banks and cut through the Vedano course, necessitating a new final parabolic curve. Like the 1922 original, it shared its pit facilities with the road course and could be combined to form a 6.21 mile full course.

Other improvements to the facilities were the construction of two large towers with luminous scoreboards set at the sides of the central grandstand and fourteen steel towers (seven along the road circuit and seven along the high speed track) to give the race positions along the track.

The full 6.21 mile circuit was used for the Italian Grand Prix races in 1955, 1956 1960 and 1961. The high-speed track, in addition to numerous record attempts by cars and motorcycles, was used in 1957 and 1958 for the Monza 500 Mile races open to Indianapolis cars, with the Two Worlds Trophy offered as prize by the Monza City Administration. This was the first time US-style single-seaters had been exported abroad and, in true American tradition, saw the cars lap in anticlockwise direction.

1959 saw the SIAS introduce a new short course especially for the popular junior single seater categories. Called the 'Pista Junior’, it was created by linking the grandstand straight with the opposing back straight through several curves.

Tragedy once again struck during the 1961 Grand Prix, run for the last time on the full course. During the second lap, the Ferrari of Wolfgang von Tripps and the Lotus of Jim Clark tangled in the braking area for the Parabolica, sending the German’s car into the air and rolling across a spectator zone. Von Trips and 10 spectators lost their lives immediately and another five died later in hospital.

The disaster largely spelled the end for the full circuit with its banked course; Grand Prix races thereafter used only ran the road course, although it was used for the Monza 1,000 Kilometres, reserved for the Sports, Prototype and Grand Touring categories, from 1965 to 1969. Starting in 1966 there were two permanent chicanes at the entrance to the banked curves and the course was 100 metres longer but by 1970 the sportscars switched to the road course and the banking fell silent altogether.

Despite numerous safety improvements, the spectre of death was still never far away. The promising Bruno Deserti perished here, as did Tommy Spychiger, Englishman Boley Pittard and, most infamously, Austrian Jochen Rindt, the only man to be posthumously declared Formula One champion.

Speeds grew ever higher as the racing cars grew steadily more sophisticated and, after the 1971 GP proved the shortest and fastest race of all time, Peter Gethin taking his only victory for BRM in the last of the slipstreamers, it was clear changes were necessary if the circuit was to continue.

Enter the chicanes

In 1972, a chicane was introduced on the Grandstand Straight, a slightly clumsy slow-speed flick just before the entrance to the Junior circuit, along with a higher speed chicane bypassing the Vialone curve and named in memory of Alberto Ascari, who had perished at the same spot some 17 years previously. The track increased in length by 109 yards as a result.

Motorcycle Grands Prix continued to use the original road course without chicanes until the 1973 event saw another 'Black Sunday’. During the first lap of the 250cc GP, a collision at the Curva Grande resulted in the deaths of both Jarno Saarinen and Renzo Pasolini. The race meeting was ultimately cancelled, but more tragedy arrived 40 days later in a junior race when three gentlman riders fell and were fatally injured at the same point. From then until 1981, the motorcycle Grand Prix was transferred elsewhere and the only bike racing occurred on the Junior circuit for minor championships.

In 1974 the Ascari chicane was completely revised, opening the entry to the chicane with a more flowing curve and installing a broad run-off area with a sand layer and catch fencing. Perhaps the more classic Monza layout was established in 1976, when a new chicane was installed at the della Roggia curve and a left-right-left-right chicane sequence created at the end of the Grandstand Straight. This layout would continue unchanged until the 1990s, save for the addition of a lengthened pit lane in 1979 and new pit buildings another decade later.

Renewal and reinvestment

The 1994 season forced further changes on many circuits in wake of the death of Ayrton Senna; Monza was no different. The second Lesmo curve was tightened, reducing speed considerably, while the following year further changes were made to increase safety at key spots. Curva Grande was re-aligned, with its new radius some 12 metres further to the inside than previously, greatly enlarging the run-off area on the outside. Della Roggia’s chicane was also brought further forward in the lap by some 50 metres, while the two Lesmo Curves were realigned, some 15 metres further inside the circuit perimeter, similarly providing enhanced escape areas. Sadly, these changes also involved the demolition of the Lesmo grandstands, removing a fantastic viewing spot once and for all.

The final changes involved a rebuilding of the first chicane in summer 2000, the new almost triangular hairpin combination providing a new overtaking point, but doing little to alleviate the traditional first lap carnage; if anything the tighter, slower combination of curves might actually have made it worse. Following a disastrous 2009 World Superbike event, where riders were toppled like dominoes, a shallower slip road was built for bike racing, which eased the problems somewhat, although Monza authroties are evaluating further changes to run-off areas in order to satisfy the FIM for future years.

Today, Monza retains its popularity and is a staple fixture on many racing series’ calendars, Forumla One included. It is also a regularly used testing venue, while the parkland remains open to the public – you can even find an outdoor municipal swimming pool in the grounds alongside the main straight…

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Bred By Norman

Summary: You and Norman visit MJ and Peter who have a five month old baby. Norman sees you taking care of the baby and now wants kids with you.

Warnings: Breeding kink, choking, daddy kink, degradation, slight spanking.

Part 2

Your boyfriend Norman, watched as you played and babbled with MJ and Peter's baby from across the room. He'd never gotten that strong urge to reproduce with you. Not until now. You were so good with the baby, holding her on your hip as you carefully made some forumula while engaging in a conversation with MJ. He watched as you fed the baby, making cute faces as she babbled and smiled. From his knowledge, you didn't grow up around babies, you just had that motherly instint. And now he was having that instinct to make you a mother.

As you drove back home, you looked down to see a his very noticeable bulge. His thoughts were filled with you being swollen with his child and tits leaking with milk. He couldn't wait to get back to the penthouse.

As soon as you locked the door, you were pushed up against the wall.

"Do you ever want kids with me?" he asked, bulge pressing against your thigh, staring into your Y/E/C eyes.

"Yes."

"How about I fuck one into you right now?" he incquired, eyes filled with pure lust.

You nodded "yes", and crashed your lips unto his. His tongue gained control, exploring every part of your mouth as you moaned, feeling him grind his cock against your thigh.

In a swift motion, Norman propped you up so your legs were wrapped around his waist, and headed up to your shared bedroom. Not once breaking the kiss. He threw you down on the bed and stared down at you, eyes clouded with lust once more. He stood between your legs and tore off your drenched panty, sniffing it.

"You smell so good," he breathed out.

You spread your legs wide, dying for the feel of his cock inside you.

Seeing your eagerness, he pulled out his thick cock. No matter how many times you'd see it, you were always amazed at his size. Norman collected your juices from your pussy and shoved them in your mouth. You sucked it clean as he groaned at the warmth. You spat in his hand and watched as he stroked his cock, using your saliva as lubrication.

"Fuck me Norman, fuck a baby into me," you whimpered.

Without saying a word, Norman slipped inside your entrance slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size. Your moans filled the room as he pushed past your lips, thrusting deeply and hitting your g spot. You threw your head back and he instantly leaned down, placing his hand around your neck, forcing you to look up at him as he fucked you.

"Wanna see your face when I fuck my kid inside you," he whispered in your ear.

He thrusted deeply, watching himself disappear inside your pussy before coming out, coated in your juices. You moaned loudly and clenched around him, drunk off his cock. He squeezed your throat tighter and began pounding into you faster, bed shaking, ready for you to have your first orgasm.

Your back arched off the silk sheets as he pounded into you, cock fitting inside and stretching your pussy like a glove.

"Let go whore, cum for daddy," he said, as you chased your high, eyes rolling into the back of yur head as you came on his raw cock, coating it. Your pussy pulsated around his length as he continued to fuck you roughly through your high, still gripping onto your throat.

Norman flipped you over onto your stomach. You arched your back, ready for him to take you from behind and finally cum inside of you. He held a tight grip onto your hair as he sucked on your neck, leaving red marks to mark you as his.

"Want me to fuck you again slut? Fuck a baby inside that pretty little pussy?" he asked, using his grip on your hair to bring your ear up to his lips.

"Yes, please daddy, make me a mommy."

"Beg for it," he whispered.

"Please daddy, fuck me, fuck me hard, pump me with your kids," you whimpered.

Norman's dick was painfully hard at your words. He let go of your hair and without warning, his hard cock slammed into yout dripping cunt. He held onto your waist, a bruise already starting t form as he slammed you back on his cock over and over. Both your mouths were left agape as you moaned at the wonderful feeling, thrusts now becoming sloppier.

Norman knew you were close again so he began thrusting into your pussy at a faster pace. He slapped your ass then gave it a kiss as a hiss left your lips.

"You like when daddy slaps your ass huh slut?" he asked.

"Yes, please do it again," you begged.

He gave your ass a hard spank as he pounded into you, cock soaked with your juices. Your knees gave out as your orgasm washed over you, your loud and pornographic moan filling your bedroom.

Giving you no time to rest or catch your breath, Norman flipped you back onto your back and slipped his cock back inside you.

"So fucking wet for me. Beg for me to fill this pussy up," he purred, amazed you could keep going.

His moans became a bit louder and his thrust sloppier and harder.

"F-fuck, don't stop daddy, fill me with your babies," you breathed out.

Norman groaned as he released his warm cum inside your velvet walls, throwing his head back. You moaned at the feeling of him spilling inside you. He once again flipped you over so that you were laying on top of him, cock and cum still buried deep inside you, making sure that none escapes and he properly breeds you. He kisses the top of your head as you immediately fell asleep, snoring softly under his chin.

Two weeks after Norman had fucked you, your period was late. Your period was never late. You had a pack of three pregnancy tests you kept in the cabinet and peed on two of them, sitting on the bathroom floor, awaiting your results.

When it was time to check the test, you called Norman inside so he could do it. He picked up the two pregnancy test and his lips curled into a wide smile.

Your boyfriend pulled you into a tight hug and showed you the test.

"Positive," he said, beaming.

Tears of joy began falling from your face, realizing you were now growing a little Norman/Y/N inside of you. He picked you up and carried you to your bed, placing you on it and pulling you into a close embrace.

"I'm gonna be a dad again," he sniffled.

"And I'm gonna be a mom," you whispered. You were going through a roller coaster of emotions but you wouldn't rather be doing it with anyone else.

"Can't wait to see you all swollen with my baby and when those pretty little tits get filled with milk," Norman said, using his thumb to caress your cheek.

"I can't wait to go through this journey with you," you said, kissing him passionately as held you close.

A/N: Not my GIF! And this along with all my other Norman Osborn fanfics was originally published on my wattpad paulwalkerswidow22 <3

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