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Secret Love Song - Chapter 1: Immediate Attention

Artwork by @faith2nyc Read on AO3

The sun is already sitting low on the horizon, painting her office in interpolating hues of orange and violet, by the time Natasha dials in for her final meeting of the day. The blueprint for Red Guardian’s upcoming project in Chicago is projected on the screen before her, but as Carol Danvers, their Head of Development, walks her though it, she finds herself only half listening as the exhaustion of the week begins to settle in.

Her week had begun with a five-alarm fire that came in the form of an emergency board meeting. The success of the Red Room in Las Vegas and the recent revamping of their Monaco property had sent their stock price soaring for the first time in years, and it’s a trend she knew the board was highly keen to see continue. She had walked into that conference room completely prepared to fight whatever unrealistic target number they were about to throw her way, only to discover that their task for her would be much more difficult than she'd imagined. The moment Eleanor had strewn a copy of the morning’s front page of the New York Star on the conference table, chronicling in bold font every sordid detail of her brother’s latest alcohol-fueled night out, it became clear to her that her entire week had gone to hell.

Why the board thought she had any control over John’s actions, she hadn’t a clue. If anything, she knows that whatever pleas she had made to him to exercise discretion would not only fall on deaf ears, but also just incentivize him to make his next outing more scandalous than the last. But while her brother’s belligerence sat atop of her list of problems this week, it certainly wasn’t the only item – such is the case when the entire future of the company laid squarely on her shoulders.

“The building permits are expected to be issued by the Fall,” Carol says. “From there, so long as the materials…”

As Carol continues to delve into the project’s next steps, the sound of her door creaking open causes her to shift her eyes away from the screen to see Steve stepping inside her office. Instantly, a zing of excitement rushes through her, and if not for the years of experience she has with sitting through mundane meetings, she might have just leapt out of her seat. It’s the first time she’s seen him since contract negotiations began with another client of his, and she reckons that his absence is another reason why her days have only seemed to drag on. But as he stands by the threshold of the room now, looking ever delectable in dark jeans and that leather jacket of his, she notes the uncanny way the tension that’s been billowing between her shoulder blades has seemingly evaporated.

“Carol,” she says, prompting her colleague to pause. “Do you mind if we pick this back up tomorrow? Something just came up that requires my immediate attention.”

“Of course,” Carol says. “I’ll have a copy of the blueprint along with some notes in your inbox shortly.”

She nods into the camera. “Thanks, Carol.”

The second Carol ends the call, she looks toward Steve to find him smirking. “Immediate attention, huh?”

“Practically mission critical,” she says as she stands from her seat. With lengthened strides, she closes the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him close. The familiar scent of his cologne surrounds her then, and she hurriedly rises on the tips of her toes so her lips can finally meet his.

Much to her delight, Steve does not waste time, matching her urgency and deepening their kiss. He bends down, and when he lifts her to him as though she weighs nothing, walking them towards the couch, she can’t help but let out a gasp. She’s lost count of the number of times he’s used his considerable strength to pull her close or hold her down so he could wring out every bit of pleasure from her, but even so, she doesn’t think the little thrill that rushes through her veins every time he does will ever cease.

“Hi,” he says when they finally settle down against the cushions, her knees on either side of his as she straddles his lap.

“Hi,” she echoes, her voice barely above a whisper as her lips curl up to mirror the lopsided smile on his. His eyes are so brightly blue and oceanic as he stares up at her that she can’t help but momentarily lose herself in them, every predicament on her plate this week seemingly fading into the background.

It’s when she brings a hand up to cup his face, her thumb running across the stubble on his jawline that he lets out a sigh. “I missed you,” he says, and she bites her lip at his admission, feeling not unlike some schoolgirl with a crush with the way his words elicit butterflies in her stomach. “I hate being away from you.”

“Luckily, there’s a solution for that,” she says even as the flutters in her belly intensify. He arches a brow up at her in question, and she gestures for him to come closer. “You could stop leaving me.”

He throws his head back as he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m sure my other client can definitely fend for himself.”

“So long as he keeps his snarky comments to himself,” she says, and they both share a laugh. “And for what it’s worth, I hated that you were away from me, too.”

“Yeah?”

She hums in confirmation. “I was terribly bored.”

“Bored, huh,” he says, his lips twitching in amusement when she nods. “Well, we can’t have that.” His hands find her waist, and he pulls her closer until their noses are practically touching. “Surely, you’ll let me make it up to you.”

She cards her fingers through his hair. “I could be convinced.”

That’s all the invitation he needs to capture her lips in his again, and the mere taste of him – minty fresh and so uniquely him – causes her to sigh. The kiss is nothing short of consuming, and as the pent-up longing for him that she’s been trying to keep at bay all week suddenly roars back to life, she allows her eyes to fall shut, savoring each warm press of his mouth against her skin as his lips trail down her jaw and then lower still.

His fingers begin working on the buttons of her blouse, only to pause once he makes it halfway through. He pulls away, and she nearly whines at the loss of contact.

“What’s wrong?” she manages to breath out, her eyes shooting open. He doesn’t respond, and when she follows his gaze, she finds him staring at the stack of necklaces that was concealed underneath her button-up. “Oh,” she says, her teeth bothering her lower lip once more. “You forgot it on the nightstand.”

He reaches for the rectangle of his dog tag that’s hanging low against her sternum. “You’ve been wearing this?”

“I haven’t taken it off since you left,” she confesses, finding it difficult to read the expression that paints his face. “I liked having a piece of you while you were away.” It sounded absurd, but something about having this token of his helped her power through the week, giving her that little boost of bravado to deal with the onslaught of problems even when her will was running low. “I know it’s personal…” She shakes her head as she reaches behind her. “I should’ve asked-”

His hand catches hers before it can reach the chain, and when she meets his eyes, she finds that they’ve darkened around the edges. “No, you shouldn’t have,” he says. “Keep it.”

She couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her lips if she tried. “Really?”

His response is to pull her in for another dizzying kiss. “It looks better on you,” he says, and this time, the desire that’s burning hotly in his eyes is impossible to miss. “It belongs on you.”

Read the rest of the So It Goes... 'verse here

#Romanogers #Secret Love Song #So It Goes #Bodyguard AU #Steve Rogers #Natasha Romanoff

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Price of Loving Elvis Presley

Fandom: Elvis Presley, RPF, American Actor

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Female Reader

Characters: Elvis Presley, Female Reader, Tom Jones, Jerry Schilling, Sandy Schilling

Word Count: 2256

Rating: Mature

Summary: The whole town is talking, they're callin' you a fool, for listening to his same old lies.

Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Love, Implied Cheating, Implied Sex, Cold Shoulder, Arguing, Angst, Fluff, Tom Jones, Vegas Residency, Tom and Elvis, Las Vegas, Reader’s Outfit , It Hurts Me // Elvis Presley

Notes: Hope you like it! I also love the irony that Elvis sings ‘It Hurts Me’ like he isn’t it to a T.

Elvis Tags: @literally-just-elvis-fics @caitlin1996 @notstefaniepresley @18lkpeters

Request by @elvispresleyxoxo​ -  that’s ok , please could it be elvis and reader are making love and elvis calls reader a costar or another girls name she blows up and basically just gets angry doesn’t speak to him for days does stuff to make him jealous but eventually forgives him xx

I could hear him. He was pacing just outside the door no doubt building up the courage to come inside. Or rather wondering what reaction he was going to receive. I had to admit I’d given myself whiplash with the number of emotions I’d been feeling since yesterday. Not that it wasn’t justified. A couple of days ago my moods had been just peachy. Elvis was finally going to be done with his most recent stint in Vegas and had flown me and some of the girls out to meet them. He’d been happy to be almost finished with it which in turn had meant everyone had been in a great mood and he’d been particularly thrilled for us to be reunited.

Or so I thought.

We’d made it one night. In between shows he’d been all over me like a rash which I had missed. I’d even been the one to suggest we head back to the room right after his midnight show was over as our actions were getting all the more amorous. We’d barely made it back to the room before we were all over one another.

Then it happened.

She happened.

In my arms he had called out the name of another woman. Safe to say the mood was well and truly ruined. He had tried to shrug it off as though I had misheard him but that had only angered me. Our loving reunion devolved into screaming and crying (mostly mine) and eventually petered out to us spending the night apart.

That was where I was now, where I had spent the majority of the day. Away from him. My anger hadn’t subsided but I didn’t have the strength in me to argue and since he never wanted to admit he was in the wrong all communication had stopped. Until now.

I’d seen him of course. It never failed to surprise me how the man who could avoid anyone he wanted suddenly popped up whenever I was mad at him. He had made an appearance at breakfast, something that almost never happened as he preferred to rise well after noon. And then whilst I had been enjoying an afternoon with the girls by the pool he had chosen to go for an afternoon dip, his gaze falling on me at the end of every length he did, not that I took him on much.

Now he was pacing outside my door. Well, the door of my friend Sandy who had been kind enough to let me crash with her for the night since I didn’t want to go back to the suite. As I waited for the knock I blotted my lipstick, realigned my cleavage in my dress and ran my fingers through my hair to make it fall just right.

Then it came.

‘Come in,’ I said refusing to get up and let him in. As the door unlatched I busied myself with tidying away the makeup laid on the table in front of me not even looking up as he entered the room. After a moment of silence, he cleared his throat forcing me to look at him.

He looked gorgeous. He was wearing a crisp high collared suit with a white scarf that contrasted his tanned skin perfectly. In the low lamplight, his blue eyes looked electric and his supple lips looked like they needed to be kissed. Any other time I would’ve done so.

‘Hey,’ he said as I stood up and grabbed my purse off the bed, ‘wow, you looked stunning.’ ‘Thanks,’ I said with a sarcastic smile that made his fade as he realised it wasn’t going to be as easy as he thought to win me round. ‘Uh, I came to see if you’re coming to dinner…I wasn’t sure,’ he said rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Of course I am,’ I said tucking my clutch under my arm, ‘you got a problem with that?’ ‘Of course not,’ he said hurriedly. I nodded and moved past to stand by the door leaving him watching me with a confused look on his face. ‘Are we going or not?’ I asked. He nodded and rushed into action, opening the door so I could walk out. Though he led the way I could feel him glancing at me every so often unsure of how to take me.

We’d argued before of course and he was so stubborn I was normally the one to cave first but I wasn’t feeling it this time. Though the indiscretion could be seen as a minor one, well compared to some of the others, it didn’t feel like it. I always suspected other girls. They were part of his lifestyle. But for one of them to make their way into our bed. Our life. It seemed to hurt more than the rumours ever could. So I wasn’t going to let him off the hook easily. If he wanted forgiveness he was going to have to work for it.

We met some of the boys downstairs and headed across town to where we would be spending the evening. As Elvis was shepherded through throngs of fans, signing autographs and having pictures taken, I wandered towards the girls who were congregated waiting to go in, a fact that I knew would annoy him. He liked to have me close by in incidences like this should anything go awry. When we finally walked into the venue he appeared beside me, his large hand grasping mine tightly as he led us to our seats. He didn’t say anything but I smirked to myself at how much I was getting under his skin.

Throughout the show we didn’t talk much. Our booth was made up of just Jerry, Sandy, Elvis and I with the boys and the girls on either side rather than couple by couple. As he chatted to Jerry about how impressed he was by the act I spoke to Sandy in hushed whispers. He was right. The act was quite something, a phenomenal voice and charisma on stage yet that wasn’t what had got me and Sandy giggling like schoolgirls. He was attractive too. Not as much as Elvis but definitely rugged and handsome. Elvis seemed to notice it too, his gaze flitting to the stage as I mocked fanning myself with a napkin to make Sandy laugh. When our eyes met across the table I could see his jaw clench earning a smile from me.

When the set was almost over a stocky gentleman I had never met before appeared leaning over the booth as he spoke, ‘Sorry to bother you, sir.’ ‘It’s no problem,’ Elvis said politely, ‘what’s the matter?’ ‘Nothing’s the matter it’s just that Tom would like to offer his thanks for you attending tonight,’ he said, ‘he’ll be off stage in a minute if you’d like to come backstage and meet him.’ ‘Sure,’ Elvis said but as he glanced across the table and noted my excited expression the clenched jaw returned, ‘you girls wait here okay?’ ‘ ‘Oh no they can come if they want,’ the man said, ‘Tom won’t mind.’ ‘Yeah baby,’ I said grabbing my purse off the table as I feigned the most innocent expression I could muster, ‘unless you have a problem with me and Sandy coming?’

He glanced at Sandy and then Jerry before his gaze landed back on me. Not only did he hate having to jump through hoops for forgiveness he hated fighting in front of other people. If he agreed he’d be conceding to jump through even more hoops. If he said no he’d be the asshole. He was stuck.

‘Why would I?’ he said with a tight smile. ‘Great,’ I said, ‘then let’s go meet Tom Jones.’

✵✵✵

The night was almost over and though I had enjoyed myself I still wasn’t happy. From the moment we had landed in Tom’s dressing room, Elvis had shifted into entertainer mode. He and Tom had had pictures together and spent ages talking about performing and how they admired each other as entertainers. We’d even headed to dinner with Tom and some of his entourage. And to anyone else, we seemed like a perfect couple.

He was so good at pretending everything was normal I had even started to doubt myself. Was I being unfair? Was I overreacting? It was one measly name. And after all, I had spent the night flirting with Tom freaking Jones to try and get a rise out of him and nothing. Maybe it was time to give up the ghost. Wave the white flag.

I had excused myself to the bathroom, not bothering to ask Sandy to come as she was too enamoured with Tom to leave. Once I was done I gave myself a once over in the mirror and tried to plaster a smile on my face though the feeling of futility never left me. It looked convincing enough though, so I exited the bathroom with every intention of heading back to the private function room we had been in though my path was blocked as Elvis appeared the minute I stepped out of the ladies, grabbing my arm as he steered away from peering eyes towards the end of the corridor.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked, wrenching my arm from his grasp though it was pretty fruitless. I was trapped between him and the wall, I couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to. That thought was also made clear as I peered around his shoulder and found a couple of the guys blocking this end of the corridor off. Instead, I watched his flaming blue eyes look down on me. ‘Conceding,’ he said with a small smile. ‘What?’ I asked incredulously as he pulled back, his hands going to my waist. ‘You win,’ he said. ‘Oh I do, do I?’ I asked folding my arms across my chest, ‘and what exactly am I supposed to be winning Elvis?’ ‘Me, admitting I was in the wrong,’ he said unfazed by my coolness as he moved a strand of hair off my face. My resolve crumbled a fraction as he smiled down at me. Only he could admit to his shortcomings and still seem so attractive. ‘You realised that huh?’ I said scrambling to keep the upper hand though it was slipping through my fingers by the second. ‘I knew from the moment I did it,’ he admitted. ‘And yet it took you a day to admit it,’ I grumbled pulling away from him to lean against the wall. Elvis stroked his chin with his thumb as he watched me.

‘Don’t pretend you haven’t enjoyed putting me through the wringer Mama,’ he said. I tried to protest but he raised an eyebrow, ‘the dress, the cleavage, the fawning over Tom.’ ‘He is Tom Jones,’ I said cockily. ‘Are you telling me you’d have paid him half as much attention if we hadn’t been fighting?’ ‘Maybe,’ I said feeling my cockiness crumble, ‘okay probably not and anyway it’s not like you even noticed.’ ‘What because I didn’t whip out my pistol and shoot him? Baby I noticed every time you looked at the goddamn man,’ he said pulling me to him, ‘the way you put your hand on his knee, the way you laughed at all his jokes.’ ‘Didn’t call out his name in bed though, did I?’ I said. It was a last-ditch attempt at winning and we both knew it. Though the way he sighed made me feel as though it had had some impact.

‘No, you didn’t,’ he said finally meeting my eyes, ‘but like I said. I’m conceding. You were right to be angry…I’m sorry.’ ‘Why didn’t you just admit then and there?’ I asked. ‘I don’t know. Stubbornness? I didn’t want to ruin our night…I’d just got you back.’ ‘It ruined it anyway,’ I grumbled.                                   ‘I know,’ he said placing his hand on my neck as his thumb stroked gently across my jawline. ‘You really hurt me E,’ I admitted feeling whatever resolve I had well and truly disappeared when I heard the vulnerability in my voice. ‘I know,’ he said, ‘sometimes I feel like it’s the only thing I do well…that’s why seeing you with him like that hurts so much.’ ‘Why?’ I asked. ‘What if you realise you wanna be with someone like him? I couldn’t blame you for that.’ ‘But I don’t love him,’ I said, ‘I love you.’ ‘Foolish really,’ he said with a sad smile. ‘Probably,’ I agreed placing my hands around the scarf he was wearing so I could pull him towards me. ‘What if I can’t stop hurtin’ ya,’ he murmured sadly. ‘If that’s the price of loving you I’ll pay it.’ ‘I’m lucky you still do,’ he said.

He leant down, brushing his lips against mine for just a moment before pulling back. He was right. It probably was foolish of me to love him given all the hurt he put me through and yet I couldn’t stop. Even if I had to put him through a couple of hoops before I could forgive him I never stopped loving him. I would never be able to stop because the price of loving him didn’t take away the fact that to be loved by him meant everything. And that was something I couldn’t lose.

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[norrisleclercf1]

you know, the drivers complain about doing all this stuff. Like showing up to wave at the end, but don’t they do a drivers parade which they go around and wave at people anyway. Do they complain about that? I don’t know. It’s clear the shenanigans is just for the crowd and then they want to link it back to F1 so they bring the guys out to wave. I mean it’s all silly but it’s clear this is all done to showcase Las Vegas. It’s all screams “this is the price you pay for fame” they all wanted that little bit of fame and they made that deal with the devil. They have benefited so much from the fame with DTS and then they have to do these silly appearances and they want to cry about it because they’re worried it makes them look silly. Max will always have haters as long as he is a champion. Every winner deals with it. He can’t blame DTS for all of the hate. Lando would never have been reasonably successful with his LN4 merchandise and Quadrant if it weren’t for DTS. Same with Dani Ric and his merch. I think some of the drivers have even sold experience packages which would have never been sold at the prices they get sold at if it weren’t for all the exposure. They all want the benefits and all that with the fame, but it always comes at a cost. Of course they didn’t have a say in the beginning because DTS was going to be filmed regardless. But if they wanted to keep a low profile they easily could, but they are loving the opportunities this is affording them. The celebrities, the extra sponsorship money, freebies, being able to start side projects and profit, easier access to more women willing to sleep with them. Also didn’t season 5 of DTS allowed for many of the drivers to opt out which seems like they are starting to have an upper hand now which also means if they want to be showcased less or show a more edited version of themselves they could. I also do not believe Lando when he says he doesn’t or hasn’t watched DTS because this is the same guy that likes to follow all his own tags on social media and he reads and watches everything tagged with his name.

I just think them complaining about all the LV theatrics is just dumb. Yeah it is a bit much and extra but it’s so obvious why LV is doing all of this. The guys always say “they just want to race” and for some drivers I genuinely believe that but for some others it is clear they also like the perks outside of racing. at the end of the day with F1 it can never just be about racing at that level bc money plays a huge part it allowing them to race and be competitive every season. If they really want to complain. Use that energy to properly complain about having to do races in Middle East. They know they can freely talk shit about the US theatrics and nonsense to a degree bc they are free to and don’t have to worry.

I’m saying all of this as a big fan of racing and I like Lando as a driver.

I don’t have any thoughts to add to this, but yeah

#anon asks

[skippyv20]

Entertainment & Fashion Fail Weekend

Hi Skippy & Friends-Pilgrim here on Sunday night with some thoughts once again about how low our society has slipped into the abyss of tawdry now referred to as entertainment and fashion. First, the laughable Las Vegas final show of a 2-year residency for Kate Perry at the Resort World Theater attracted the Harkles who flew in, sitting near Celine but not with her. Knowing what fantastic, classy Las Vegas performances she did, I wonder why she even attended. This show’s prices are moderate they claim, but the average ticket is in the $200 range. Her show has highs and lows, but it seems you have to suffer the lows until the final part where she shines belting out her famous tunes. Up until then you are punished with a strange bathroom scenario featuring a huge red toilet with a dancing turd sticking out before being flushed, twirling plungers and scrubbers, stacked toilet paper pyramids, rubber ducks, a tub and more! In another part she sings to a rat in a sewer and one person reported Kate talked a lot which was laced with very nasty words as well as doing raunchy sex moves with a dancing mushroom. One person said they lasted 30 minutes before leaving. Sounds like a totally useless way to spend your money. It did report her show starts out with something called Henry the Horror…hmmm.

The other event that happened this weekend was the LACMA-Los Angeles County Museum of Arts and Film fundraiser with the usual red carpet where famous, rich women clomped around in see through Gucci’s who was the sponsor. JLo was in a Gucci but seemed to be advertising her lingerie line underneath. I just don’t understand how her latest husband posing with her thinks that is nice. I do not need to see what her nude underwear looks like under a lacy negligee. Only he should see that, IMHO, in one of their massive bedrooms. There were many outfits by that name and lots of them were see through. Maybe since the ILBW didn’t get invited they begged a ride on someone’s private jet for the short hop to Vegas for one of the last Perry shows. That way they didn’t have to cough up cash for the fundraiser either or lie saying they did.

Over and out for now from a seasonal Cape Cod.

Great post Pilgrim!  Thank you!😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[nieded]

Where is your hot take on Vegas and the manhole cover I need to know.

Hoo boy! Okay, so I'm going to put this all behind a cut for spoilers sake, but I have a lot of feelings about the Las Vegas GP.

Cons:

Let's talk about the fucking manhole cover. This isn't the first street race Formula 1 has ever done. I don't understand how such an oversight happened. Actually, no, I do know. They were so focused on milking Las Vegas for money that they didn't actually pay attention to the details on the track. Not only did they not secure the manhole covers, they also didn't anticipate that it would be cold in Las Vegas at midnight. They went from passing out from heat exhaustion in Qatar to worrying about needing hand warmers in their gloves and wondering if their tires would come up to temperature during qualifying in Las Vegas. Mind blowing. Imagine being the president of the FIA from Saudi Arabia which is mostly desert and not knowing that it would be cold if you decided to run qualifying at midnight. What was the issue with the drains anyway? F1 cars are designed to create downforce through aerodynamics which basically helps the car stay on the ground and not go flying when they take these corners. Las Vegas is made up of slow speed corners, but 'slow speeds' is relative. They are still going insanely fast. Most of the cars ran really low downforce so they could maximize speed down the Strip, but they still produce a ton. This creates sort of like a suction between the chassis of the car and the ground. The vacuum between the bottom of the car and the tarmac was so powerful that it ripped the drain out of the road and right into the bottom of Sainz's car. This was 100% preventable. After two instances with Ocon and Sainz's car, they had to repair 140 drains which took 5 hours! Insane. AND THEN they gave Sainz a 10 place grid penalty because he need to replace his battery outside of his allotted amount for the season after it got damaged by the drain cover. The stewards claimed that because there was no rule anticipating this issue, they were not allowed to make exceptions.

But this wasn't the only thing wrong with the Las Vegas GP. Prior to the event, they jacked ticket prices up from 2,000 to 20,000 a ticket. They also blocked out the windows of hotel rooms, casinos, and bridges so people couldn't spectate for free (not that the hotels were inexpensive either). They anticipated a huge turnout and ended up having to drop prices rapidly as the date approached because they didn't sell the way they thought they would. Kudos to the fans, though, because I hear a bunch of fans tore down the barriers and privacy screens. Love it! But imagine paying 10k for a ticket. Then you sit outside at 1:30 in the morning waiting for FP2 to start and get kicked out of the grandstands because of the repairs, and then they don't actually let you watch FP2, you know, that thing you spend thousands of dollars on to see. Formula 1 is being sued by fans, btw. Daniel Ricciardo was the most excited for Las Vegas. He claims he manifested it, and it was so exciting to know that he was going to be able to race (despite being in the draggiest car on the grid and obviously not doing well in the race), and he was pleading with F1 to not treat Las Vegas like an event just for the 1%. I really hope F1 learned something from this experience because it was extremely exclusionary. Some US citizens did the math and found out it was cheaper to fly to Monza than it was to attend Las Vegas.

Another big con was the road surface. Formula 1's calendar runs a lot longer than any other racing series, but on earlier race weekends, multiple events are going on at the same time, like F2, F3, Formula Academy, Moto GP... The road surface is usually prepared before the weekend starts, and then as all the events happen, the cars lay rubber down on the track which increases grip. Las Vegas happened after all the other series were finished, so there weren't any other cars improving the grip of the race track, which in turn made the course extremely slippery. You pair that with the cold temperatures, and it made the track unsafe to drive on. In addition, Hamilton's car spilled oil on the track, and the marshalls did not do a good enough job to clean up the spill, which caused a huge spinout between multiple drivers on Turn 1 of the race, ruining so many drivers' day.

The last con was just the time of day the event took place on, but I don't actually know how they would solve this problem. All the session took place in the middle of the night. Like I said, FP2 was supposed to start at 1:30 AM. Vegas is really the only street course where they couldn't shut down traffic for the whole weekend because the Strip is vital to the economy of the city, but again, it was really cold during all the sessions, and it fucked with the drivers and crews' sleep schedules. Oof. I don't watch the races live, so it didn't really affect me, and it probably benefited everyone in Europe who typically has to get up at 4 in the morning for any other North American event, but it was exhausting for everyone working the race.

BUT THERE WERE SOME PROS! I know I just complained a lot, but Vegas did exceed expectations in some way.

There were a lot of overtaking and the really cold track temperatures did shake things up quite a bit. Ferrari, who has struggled with overheating their tires all year, was able to keep their tires in the right temperature pocket, giving them a big advantage. Despite Red Bull winning again, there was still a big fight that it made it interesting to watch instead of Max sailing 30+ seconds ahead of everyone else. Charles had real potential to win the race until the safety car that gave Red Bull a free pit stop. Qualifying had the weirdest line up as lower performing teams excelled, like Haas. There was also a lot of worry that because the track was so narrow, there wouldn't be a lot of opportunity for overtaking, but there were at least two good spots (including the DRS zone), and we saw way more battles than anticipated.

And well, that's really the only pro. It's a big pro, though, and gives me hope for future Las Vegas GPs. It has the potential to be an excellent race, an excellent weekend, and an excellent fan experience if they can fix the very large and preventable issues from this weekend.

#2023 las vegas gp #ni answers #and has opinions

[mirthlxss]

Off to the races

Chapter 8: I have a Las Vegas past

“And what soldier are you seducing?”

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“As the one taken hostage here, I feel my vote matters more.” 

“I don’t actually think that helps your case in any way Lil’.” 

“Oan’ this occasion I actually agree with the lass, I cannae take another Chinese-“

“Could you at least try and speak English for once Johnny.”

Disgruntled, Lilith let her head roll back against the cushion of the sofa, groaning loudly at the bickering. “This was meant to be my takeaway!” 

“Sharing is caring” Kyle implored, the four had reached a stalemate. 

“Well private no-pants and I will share an Indian then, you lot get Chinese” Soap pushed himself up from beside Ghost and moved to slump next to Lilith. As the man dropped down messily his large shoulder caught her own in a bruising movement, squashing her frame down behind himself. 

“Fucking Christ-” She bit, free hand now slamming into his side, knuckles digging into his ribs with an effort to try to dislodge the male. Soap recoiled with a disjointed wail of pitched noise, pained laughs breaking out as she continued to assault his ribs.

“Oi- OI! Lass! Come aff’ it!” 

“Don’t tickle him.” Ghost barked out in an instant, defensively standing over the two within seconds, guarding grip going to separate them, only to be pulled into Soap’s side, practically kneeling over the man.  

“Ow can everyone just get the fuck off me-“ Lily squirmed beneath them both, shooting daggers back at Simon as he seemed to loom over her like an iron wall between herself and his sergeant. She paused in her struggle to fully return his unyielding glare, lips twisting into a determined glower. “Gonna strangle Soap with my shoelaces.” 

“The ones you’re gonna seduce off a soldier?” Kyle quipped, feeling slightly left out of the fray. From beneath Ghost, Johnny began to chuckle, prickles of red percolating across his visage as he sat smothered by the masked man, slightly out of breath from Lilith trying to get him to move. 

“The very ones.” She hummed, eyes flaring as she maintained whatever stare-down was occurring between them both. 

“And what soldier are you seducing?” The question came from the hall, his voice rose the hairs on her arms as it seemed to reverberate off the walls. Captain Price rolled in like thick fog, you’d feel his temperature rising the room, know his presence, even before you’d see him. Engrossing, the antics had halted in lieu of him, all watching toward the opening of the common room, waiting for his mountainous frame to fill the space. 

“Any, can’t be so picky at the moment.” She chimed, and there he was. Having encroached upon the struggle slowly, as if surveying a battleground, eyebrow rising in feigned interest. He lingered over Garrick, arms folding over one another as he watched Ghost slowly come away from between them and then Soap peeled himself off of Lilith. She rolled her shoulder back dramatically, hand going to massage over the reddened spot in which Soap had crushed. 

“And why, pray tell, would you be seducing any soldier?” 

“Shoelaces.” The four chimed out in union, Lily soon raising her legs up to display her ill-fitting boots. 

Price gave a quick nod, a low ‘hm’ grumbling from his chest as he took in the sight. Eyebrow still quirked, observant as he moved his attentions toward his men, settling on Ghost as the Captain went to gesture with an open palm to her boots. A silent question, one which Ghost had rolled his eyes to. In his mind, it was common sense. Basic safety. 

Lilith, having spent weeks in their presence now, had somewhat become attuned to the wordless conversations held between the boys. It struck her that the Captain was none the wiser to the fashion alterations demanded of her, a smug curl wavered over her lips, a hot chuckle now pressing past her throat. 

“The incredible sulk over there specifically robbed me of shoelaces, belts and drawstrings, in the eventuality that I may feel the need to hang myself.” 

“Snitch.” 

“Enough Ghost, I’m actually struggling to comprehend the stupidity of this-“ 

“He took the scissors from the drawers as well.” Gaz coughed up, turning away from Ghost as he did so, leaning more toward Price like the Captain would scathe off the onslaught of abuse hurdled toward him in one pointed glare. 

“For crying out loud, Simon, all of it better be back in place by tomorrow.” 

There used to be space. Worn cracks of the sofa exposed the hatched webbing beneath it, aged and sun-damaged leather giving way under the wear and tear of hulking frames over time. There used to be enough room for three to lounge comfortably, one left to take prime position on the accompanying armchair. Tradition left the space to the lieutenant or the captain, something unspoken between the two dictated it was first come first serve. There used to be space, and then there was Lilith. 

She’d offered to sit on the floor, quickly dismissed, now snug between Kyle and the captain. When the food came, it was an awkward shuffle of tucked-in elbows and carefully timed spoonfuls of curry, desperately trying not to knock into one another and spill anything. Feeling bold, or perhaps, not thinking properly, she had ordered something new. After three mouthfuls, the woman had gone a patchy array of fuchsia, quietly gulping down the fiery sauce with a shaky determination, too embarrassed to give in or ask to swap with anyone. The tv blared ahead, celebrities screaming and yelling as they went through challenges, easy viewing, something mindless. Lilith was thankful the volume was up so loud, welcome to the distraction as the flavour seemed to pave way for hellfire. She shifted slightly as Price nudged her side, probably wanting more room having been squished in the corner, plate balancing on the arm of the sofa. She crossed her legs over to try to grant him more space, watching out the corner of her eye as he seemed to settle closer, hand encroaching upon her own. 

Without a word, her plate was taken from her, soon to be replaced with his own. Quizzically she peered down at the much less red-looking dish, soon turning to Price as he carried on eating, free hand reaching down beside him to clasp around his pint, taking a measured sip before offering it to her. Lily carefully accepted the wet glass, condensation dripping over her fingers as they brushed against his own, which remained steadfast despite her unsteady grasp, only detaching after the few moments it took for her to grip it properly. 

He remained focused on the bright flash of advertisements and happy smiles, strangers trying to sell him things, minutes of his life he’d never get back. Sometimes, he liked them, the slurry of capitalistic cartoon faces waving product after product, almost took it personally. How long would he have to watch them? Did they know he’d be away? Felt like an ordinary member of the public, targeted amongst the masses, use our service! Buy my product! He wouldn’t. But sometimes, he’d entertain it. 

The idea of a new mop, a shiny vacuum cleaner. What use was it when his house would still be dusty after months of absence, no point. 

He sighed softly, another spoonful of her curry. Christ, it was spicy, no wonder the poor girl was suffering. He could feel her itching beside him, practically melting away into the couch as she tried to breathe through her mouth discretely, failing to tame struggled coughs. Again, a quick glimpse over, she’d practically drowned down most of his beer, still going, the corners of her lips reddened from the sauce, eyes clenched shut with an earnest sense of relief. 

One, two, steady droplets of condensation rolled past her slender fingers, escaping down the length of her arm. 

One, two, the steady skip of his heart. 

The rim of the glass pulled away from her mouth, smudged where she’d been. He flickered back to the tv, blinking harshly, another spoonful.

Plates discarded along the countertops behind them, several emptied cans littered the common space around them. Food, beer and a long day had pulled a cosy lull of quiet over the group, a warm blanket to sink into, draped over slumped figures as they merged into one another. Eyes feeling heavier, more and more effort needed to draw them back open after each blink. Soap declined into an unresponsive doze first, lolling onto Kyle, like dominos one after the other it was soon Lilith’s turn to soak in their sleep. She had held up quite well, still slightly on edge within the barracks, though the heat radiating from John seemed to disarm her slightly, soft snores coming from the two leaning onto one another going further in levelling down her sense of alarm. 

Every now and again, hazel eyes would peer out across the room at Ghost, who remained in the armchair, sat upright with the same unfinished beer he’d had since the beginning. It was getting harder and harder to keep tabs on him, the darkness submerging his figure into the shadows, only caught by the momentary flashes of brightness from the screen. 

She wanted to yawn, stretch out and submit herself to the pile beside her, check out for the night. It bubbled in her chest, the yearning rising ever so slowly, pushing out her ribs as she inhaled deeply, mouth clamped shut to try and fight the sound. It was small, the held-in yawn, the need to cover it up proved larger than her comfort, eyes slotting shut for a stretch before they crumpled open once more. 

It was strangely comforting to the man, the sound of three muppets snoring away. He’d wanted to call it a night hours ago, holding out to see how long it would take her to give in seemed to sway his judgement, peeking every so often to see the subdued yawns and bleary-eyed look. He knew it wouldn’t be long, proven right by the sudden weight slumping onto his side. By then it was too late, Soap had shifted, then Kyle, and now Lily, all three balanced against the captain as he had only just managed to free his arm, casting it over the back of the couch with a huff. Her face pushed against his broad chest, an open-mouthed sleep that had resulted in a small patch of drool gathering on his shirt. She folded further into his side every so often, huffing and tucking into the warmth. 

He tried to keep his eyes on the tv, head clouded with mops and hoovers.

Authors notes: HOPE the new aesthetic is okay! Thought I'd spruce it up a little, will probably go back and do the previous chapters like this one if it goes down well. :)

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[kj-nanray]

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[coleszzzworld]

Yandere male x reader (she/her pronouns for reader!) zombie apocalypse AU.

Title-“when the world goes quiet.”

Summary- “everyone is gone. Well so you thought. One day , while you were scavenging, you meet a man. Little did you know he’s just as gone as the rest of the world.”

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- this is a yandere story! , their will be yandere behavior and themes! , guns , zombies, blood mentions ! , POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED!-enjoy the fall.-🐇♦️🖤

“Turn your back on Mother Nature , Everyone wants to rule the world.”

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All you could hear was screams...That and the national message blaring on the tvs. Telling you that the outbreak has not been contained. That's it's affecting major cities ...telling people to hide and run. Saying to use 'force' if you come across someone that has been infected.

"Stay safe America, and remember to use force to the infected if needed...." the blonde lady on the tv says as the world around you turns to chaos, "god bless us all...and god bless America." She says with a worried look, then suddenly the tv cuts to black , you assume that all the connection went down....You were hiding behind the counter, you worked as a brastia , in the downtown area of Los Angeles , your breathing was shallow, your heart was pounding, it was from the adrenaline ...you saw one of those 'things' literally eat your boss. All you could think about was , how could this happen. Days before this , the military said the outbreak was 'contained' , some of the shops around your work place still stayed close , but your coffee shop stayed open. It's almost funny now ...cause now your boss payed the price for not closing sooner .

You peak over the counter, seeing people run wild in the streets, some to slow eventually getting tackled down by the infected , and then getting...eaten. You breathe in and out trying to calm yourself down , "you got this y/n....Just get out of the city , by any means ." You say to your self , before grabbing a knife that laid on the counter , you walk to the front of the shop where the glass doors show you what's unfolding outside pure chaos.... You open the door , running outside , sharply Turing right , luckily your small apartment wasn't to far from the shop , you drown out the screams of people screaming out for anyone to help, and you keep running. Your brain just telling you , to keep running, to not slow down , even if someone is in trouble. You have to make it....

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Ninety days since the break out . Almost three months and nothing from the military or government...you assumed they’ve all been eaten or they are hiding in their lavish bunkers somewhere, you made it out of California...you made it to nevada, your plan is to get away from major cities, because that's where most infected are , as you walk through a small town , trying to avoid Las Vegas as much as possible, you see a small store , you think of getting supplies, you haven't aten in days and your low on water, you pull your gun out of your book bag and you turn of the safety , and make your way into the shop , hoping it hasn't been picked over yet , you look around to see shelves knocked down , glass broken from the doors and windows , you look through the shelves, finding a few energy bars , and a full water bottle, you take it and search the cashier counter for anything, seeing as this is a small town , people usually carry bullets and you could always use more bullets , you search and eventually find a box of bullets , you look in it and nothing , seemingly someone took it "fuck...someone has already got to it before I could..." you say disappointed, you hop over the counter, ready to return the road , as you walk out...you hear a gun cock , you freeze in your tracks , your blood running ice cold, you thought this town was abandoned usually they are aside from the few infected.

"put the gun down." A male voice calls out to you , you slowly put the gun down on the counter next to you , "now turn around slowly." He says again you follow his instructions, your eyes eventually meet a tall man , maybe 6,3 he has brown eyes , black hair , he's wearing a black jacket with white tank top underneath, some blue jeans with high top converse, you meet his eyes and speak "look....I don't want any trouble. Just let me go." You say with a stern voice , "you took my shit and I would like it back . " he says as he points the gun at you , you scoff , "your shit!? , this isn't even your store! , Seeing as theirs a picture of an old couple on the wall over their . This is their shit and they're probably dead....and I need these supplies dick head." You say as you roll your eyes , he stays quiet , then he speaks again "what's your name?" He says , "I don't have to tell you that." You say shrugging your shoulders  , he chuckles "seeing as I'm the one pointing a gun at your head , you should tell me." He says , "and I have a clear shot" he says shrugging , "fine....My name is y/n l/n." You say , "well 'y/n' my name is Leo... Leo Garcia." He says , "okay 'Leo' can you put the gun down now?.." you say , as you walk towards him a bit , he slowly lowers the gun , "well Leo...it was nice meeting you , but I gotta go before the sun goes down." You say as you grab your gun , putting the safety back on , "wait...where are you going?" He says, "I don't really have a plan , I'm just going town to town , seeing if I can get away from the infected. " you say , turning back to him . "I can help you." He says smiling a bit .

"Look before you run off ...I can tell you the plan I had. " he says , "you could bunk with me for the night , I mean it's not much , but seeing as the bottom of your eyes are dark , I'm guess you haven't slept in forever . " he says as he puts his gun away in his book bag , sleep does sound nice , you think , "how can I know if I could trust you? , I mean you had a gun pointed to my head . " you say , "you can trust me. I promise, and I only did that cause I didn't know who you were. These days you got to be careful . " he says slinging his book bag on his back , "l-look if it will make you feel better...I was in the military. I mean I wasn't high raking but I know some classified shit, that you don't know." He says , well that explains his buff ass arms. You are desperate to know something. Maybe theirs an area you can go to where theirs no infected. You decide to take a shot in the dark . "Fine....Wheres your hide out ?" You say , "don't worry it's close . Trust me I can really help you . " he says smiling a bit. you follow right behind him . ══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿════✿══╡°˖✧✿

#Spotify #yandere #yandere blog #yandere x reader #zombie au #yandere oc

[juleskelleybooks]

Night Is For Hunting - ARC Coming Soon!

Hey friends, if you’re on Booksprout, you’ll soon have a chance to read Night Is For Hunting for free and before it’s released, all for the low, low price of leaving a review on Amazon (and optionally leaving one on Goodreads if you feel like it) on or before April 11, 2023! It doesn’t even have to be a long review! I think Amazon’s guidelines are it has to be six words long? Of course no one is discouraging you from leaving a longer one, but don’t be intimidated by the requirement.

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…And the strength of the wolf is the pack. It’s been nearly six months since Diego Sanchez was turned into a werewolf against his will, joined a small-town werewolf pack, and almost started a war by befriending Val, a member of the nearby vampire colony. He’s not supposed to leave town, but when Val asks him for help to stop a vampire gone rogue, Diego decides to break the rules and the speed limit to get them to Las Vegas and back before the full moon turns him into a mindless animal in a week. Everything will be fine…as long as he doesn’t get caught in another turf war, get murdered, or ruin his friendship with Val by falling head over heels in love. Back in Montana, Haley Fern has her hands full. The upcoming full moon falls on Halloween—which is great for Pine Grove’s werewolf-based tourism, and an absolute nightmare for an inexperienced alpha with no one to rely on. Her human boyfriend, Leland, is trying his best to help, but his past is coming back to haunt him in a big way, and it’s driving a wedge between them. Without much time, Haley might have to turn to the one person she never wanted to ask for help: her mother. Lowering their defenses and learning to trust each other can save them, but can they do it before the clock runs out?

#free books #authors of tumblr

[irradiate-space]

Reason doesn't often flatter my biases this blatantly, but, goodness, I am flattered. Blaming the Great Recession on zoning!

The conventional view of the Great Recession is that excess demand for housing—caused by some combination of loose monetary policy, government-subsidized credit, and unscrupulous lenders—inflated a bubble that inevitably had to pop. Leftists, liberals, libertarians, and conservatives can all find something to agree with in this theory.

But it's wrong, according to Kevin Erdmann, a senior affiliated scholar at George Mason University's Mercatus Center. Erdmann has advanced a heterodox theory that this century's most serious economic contraction before the pandemic can be traced back to zoning laws in the most in-demand cities.

In a 2020 paper on the origins of the recession, Erdmann and economist Scott Sumner argue that monetary policy was not exceptionally loose in the lead-up to the financial crisis and that new residential investment was not high by historic standards. Most of the toxic assets and bad mortgages originated after housing prices had already started to decline.

Erdmann and Sumner also point out that prices were increasing fastest in coastal "closed access" cities like New York and San Francisco, where the economy was booming but restrictive zoning regulations prevented much new housing from being built. The result was an out-migration of lower-income people to "contagion cities" in Nevada, Florida, Arizona, and other places where home building was less regulated. Erdmann and Sumner lay the housing crisis directly at the feet of NIMBYs—"not in my backyard" activists who opposed the construction of new housing.

"The NIMBY phenomenon that led to housing scarcity in closed-access cities induced households to migrate from large multi-unit buildings in dense coastal cities to single-family homes in cheaper cities," write Erdmann and Sumner. "The primary source of demand was households looking to economize on housing consumption by moving out of the expensive coastal cities."

Think of Mark and Patricia McCloskey as a class of activist. The McCloskeys of San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York City tried to protect their views, their property values, and their relatively low-traffic streets with zoning laws that banned apartments across whole swaths of the city. Lack of supply met huge demand, hiking prices in the process. Middle-class people were effectively priced out of urban apartments because those apartments were simply never built.

So instead of living in Los Angeles and New York City, middle- and lower-income people moved to Las Vegas and Phoenix. That influx of demand saw prices spike and builders respond by throwing up lots of new homes. The glut of new homes in inexpensive Sun Belt cities wasn't just the result of an overinflated financial system. It was a response to real demand from cost-burdened coastal emigrants.

All this had massive macroeconomic consequences. Erdmann and Sumner argue the Great Recession was ultimately caused by federal officials misinterpreting rising home prices as a bubble rather than the result of a real shortage. So they tightened monetary and lending policy, and that tipped a rational building boom into an artificially induced recession.

It's an out-of-the-box theory that deemphasizes or disputes many common libertarian diagnoses of the Great Recession that center on an overly profligate Federal Reserve or on reckless financial institutions banking on an inevitable federal bailout. But it does explain how the country was able to go from a supposed glut of housing oversupply to a shortage of somewhere between 4 million and 20 million homes. The glut was overinterpreted—and the shortage never went away.

When economic growth did come back in the 2010s, in the form of a "return to the city" movement, zoning restrictions that were already tight became positively strangling.

And:

If you take seriously the idea that politics is primarily downstream of material factors, you might blame zoning for a lot of the sheer craziness of American politics in the last decade too.

#politicking #kowloon manifesto #zoning #urbanism

[realhousewives-fan]

Bet it All on Blonde Trailer Reaction!

In the trailer of season 13 of RHOBH Erika Girardi talked about making music again and admitted that she feared that no one would want to work with her.

Here we are, a documentary about Erika’s journey back on stage – in Las Vegas.

At one point it gives me a bad taste in my mouth.

Are we ready to forgive and forget how insensitive she was with that scandal? Are we really going to celebrate her now?

On the other hand, lives goes on.

And if Erika has been found innocent of any wrongdoing with the Tom Girardi case, then who am little me to stand in the way of someone trying to get her life back on track?

But Erika spent most of the time in the documentary complaining and struggling with the production.

And it’s hard for me to like her.

It’s hard to like someone as cold and detached as Erika is from human emotions.

She’s talking about how life was with Tom and how he had hurt his family too, but it won’t make me forget about how she manipulated the story.

And this show isn’t something you’ll be completely neutral to. You will either stan as a fan or mock it like a hater.

And Sutton Stracke kind of mocked Erika’s show.

When Page Six asked if she wanted to go to Erika’s Las Vegas show, she answered: “I’m very busy.”

She wasn’t the one who brough up the embarrassingly low prices on the tickets, someone in the audience did.

But Kyle Richards didn’t appreciate that Sutton was putting Erika’s business down like that.

“[…] It was so mean-spirited that I was like, ‘That is showing me a whole other side.’ You don’t do that to someone’s livelihood.”

Erika must already know that she has a long road ahead of herself.

Therefore, it was mean to act like that show was beneath her time.

But Sutton didn’t have a great time on their trip to Las Vegas and Magic Mike, so maybe she just won’t expose herself for that side of The Sin City again.

#Real Housewives of Beverly Hills #RHOBH #Trailer Reaction #BravoCon23 #BravoCon2023 #Erika Girardi #Tom Girardi #Sutton Stracke #Kyle Richards

[wormbloggign]

His bare chest was muscular, waxed hairless, the belt and leggings of his costume slung low enough that I could see the lines of his lower stomach that pointed to his… yeah.  It was admittedly distracting.  It was meant to be distracting.

what the fucj is going on with the las vegas capes...

“And it’s required. Vegas is one of the worst cities for sheer number of villains,” Rime said. Her entire demeanor was rigid, which maybe fit in a way with her ice powers. “Vegas employs a group of unsponsored thinkers and tinkers to monitor the venues, much like the PRT does with the economy, ensuring that everything is above-board

why is everyone in worm so okay with surveillance states? is america just like this?

sorry to say, taylor, but cops and robbers is probably more of a justification that implicitly justified your place in a system than an actual analysis on how society works

“Well, I didn’t expect you’d let me go. Do what you have to. I made a deal with the devil, you caught me, for better or worse,” Pretender said. In a quieter voice, he said, “About time I pay the price.”

(cauldron mention lets gooo)

shes quipping! im so proud of her

“Sniper rifle,” I said, in the same instant the thought came together. “Wha?” Leister asked, incoherent and confused. Prefab’s head snapped my way.  “You sure?” “I’d point,” I said, “But he’d notice.  Our masks and helmets cover our faces, or I’d be worried about lip-reading.”

she's simply on top of her game. intel master.

they are still living things taylor...

“Maybe ‘tenacious’ is the word you want,” Vantage offered.  “There aren’t a lot of people who get knocked out and still manage to win a fight.” “Are you all this pedantic?”  I asked. Vantage only laughed, though I saw Rime glancing at me, and she didn’t look pleased. “Alexandria was always hard on us,” Arbiter said.  Her voice had a strange tone to it, oddly melodic, “Getting us to focus on grades, extracurricular stuff, on top of what we did as a part of the team.”

subtle reminder for taylor that she killed their boss. they possibly blame her for the situation on the strip getting worse

“Weaver did what had to be done,” Rime said. “Not pretty, not kind, but sometimes you have to use a knife to cut out a cancer.”

they think of her as a knife... interesting...

from the b names that come to mind, i am worried, from the powers they have, im confused (i dont know any that are grey and spinning..)

? whos this.

We made our way out of the craft. Odd as it was, I felt a mixture of relief and… an emotion I couldn’t place, at the realization that I didn’t have to fight to convince my teammates that we had to help other people.

thats... yeah :)

“You were there for the Leviathan fight,” I spoke to Bambina.

aah. yeah okay, that tracks

yeah that tracks, of course the villains have some kind of popularity contest

damn, maybe taylor should defect too, i think she'd do great as a villain

#liveblogging worm #drone 23.2

[magitekconveyor]

So with FFXIV FanFest coming up, I wanted to give a bit of a rundown of what to expect in terms of being in Las Vegas in July as well as my experience with the last in-person FanFest in 2018. I’ll also wrap up with some fun things to do and see in Vegas for those who might be staying an extra day to experience the city.

It’s a dry heat.

Las Vegas is squarely in the Mojave Desert, and at the end of July, expect temperatures at or above 100 F, but with potentially very low humidity. Sit right down and let this desert lizard tell you about surviving in this sort of climate.

Hydrate. Even if you’re in the air conditioning of the convention center or the casinos, hydrate. The air is very dry and you with dehydrate faster than you realize. Even at night, you can run the risk of dehydration.

Limit your time outside during the day. If you do spend any time outdoors, please wear sunscreen. Light colors and loose fitting clothing will also does wonders.

Learn the signs of heat cramps, exhaustion and stroke. The National Weather Service has this great infographic and site of how to recognize and treat the symptoms.

Now I mentioned earlier that the humidity would be potentially low. There is a chance that afternoon thunderstorms could develop during this time of year, raising the humidity on top of the heat.

Not heat related, but worth mentioning that Nevada is a legal state for weed and yes if you’re over 21 you can get some. But please, please, if you don’t have experience, take it low and slow. Don’t pop a 10mg gummy before the keynote at FanFest if you’ve never had an edible before, you’re gonna have a bad time.

Things I learned from 2018 FanFest

Now, I recognize that this year’s FanFest is not only larger, but in an entirely new venue, so some things I might say may not be necessarily true. But so far, this FanFest looks like it will have the same basic structure.

First thing’s first, while basic convention survival tips will apply, keep in mind this isn’t your typical convention. There isn’t a dealer’s room, artist alley, etc., so please don’t go in expecting something like that. But still exercise the same sort of precautions you would for any other large gathering of people. Stay aware of your surroundings, know the exits, keep a hold of your belongings, etc.

If you can, either catch a ride or get an Uber to a grocery store when you first get there. Get things like granola bars, easy breakfasts, snack packs to fit in your bag, bottled water, etc. If you’re someone who drinks, get a bottle of your preferred poison and mixer, and nab a cup with a lid and straw. Trust me, you’re not going to want to pay casino prices for booze and you can walk around the strip with your cup, you won’t get stopped for open container. Seriously, they sell yards of margaritas on the sidewalks.

FanFest is held over two days, with several different kinds of panels, a gaming room, and a concert to send off the evening each day. The first event will be the keynote speech, which will very much most likely be the teaser and announcement for the next expansion. Other panels include, but are not limited to, a live letter, Q&A, developer panels, cosplay show, and PvP championship.

The gaming room during 2018 FanFest was a big hall with a bunch of PCs set up that were hosting several different events. They already teased we’re going to get a brand new trial we can try out, so that will be one thing. Last FanFest they also had a trial roulette, but with a twist. A group of 8 would spin a big wheel to see which trial you had to do, but you would have some sort of IRL nerf. For example, I got to do Susano, but every 30 seconds, I had to get up and swap PCs with the person next to me. Tsukuyomi, you could only play with half a screen. So on and so forth. They also had a PvP arena where you could fight someone else, the Eureka challenge where you had to run through Pagos as level 1 and try to survive, and a Kugane tower race.

For the gameplay stuff, you have a few minutes to choose your class and adjust your hotbars. You have the option of game controller or keyboard and mouse. My biggest tip? Take a picture of your hotbars before you go. That will make setting them up SO much faster.

In the package with our badge, we also got a stamp card and Cactpot ticket. You got stamps for doing the challenges in the game room, as well as doing things like their mini Gold Saucer games and Fashion Report game. At the end when you showed all your stamps, we got some posters. The Cactpot ticket had a site and ever so often they would draw numbers. If your number got drawn, you won a prize. Friend of mine got one of the Taito Krile figures.

Each day ends relatively early, but trust me when I say that you’re going to need the rest at the end of the night. No shame in turning in early.

Alright, that’s a lot of stuff, right? One of the biggest things I learned is take your time. There is a lot of things going on and it really helped to find a place to sit and just...take it all in. Listen to your body, eat through the day, take both mental and physical breaks. Find a place to sit and chill for a while between panels. You’ll be able to get through all of it and there’s no need to rush. Take tons of pictures, make memories and have fun.

Fun and some free things to do while in Las Vegas

Some of you might have some free time before or after FanFest to take in the city. There are plenty of fun, non-gambling activities you can do in and around the Strip. Some of them are free, some of them aren’t. But I hope this helps give some ideas of what to do.

Disclaimer: Many of this locations are inside or adjacent to casinos. You might have to walk through the gambling areas themselves. If you’re under 21, as long as you keep walking as you pass through, you won’t be stopped.

Exercise the same caution you would in any other large city. Travel with a group, keep an eye on your belongings, stay aware of your surroundings, that sort of thing. Vegas isn’t any more dangerous or safe than any other city in the US. With a healthy vigilance, you’ll be able to have fun safely.

Circus Circus Midway and Adventure Dome - Both of these are in the Circus Circus casino, but are pretty fun if you’re not into gambling. The Midway has carnival games and is near a stage where they do free circus acts.

Showcase Mall with M&M World and the Coca-Cola store - Both really neat places close to each other. This is my go-to place for souvenirs.

The Forum Shops at Caesar’s Palace - While a lot of these are high end shops, the mall and casino itself is really cool. There’s also a free show that starts on the hour starting at 11am with talking Greek god statues that’s really corny but very fun.

The Bellagio water show and botanical garden - Both of these are free and are simply incredible. The water show can be seen outside in front of the casino, times vary so check the site. The garden is inside the casino and very much worth the visit.

The Stratosphere (now called The STRAT I guess?? lol) - The tallest building this side of the Mississippi. If you’re not afraid of heights, it’s got a great view of the strip and surrounding areas. There’s also a couple of thrill rides that aren’t for the faint of heart.

There are a TON more things to do so it’s well worth the research to find more, but these were things I’ve done before that I found to be worth the visit.

EDIT: Two good suggestions in the comments.

[anandrettisimp]

So, encase you’ve missed it, Robert Kennedy jr is at Las Vegas this weekend to do a meet and greet as well as an interview.

Yes, he’s using F1 as advertising for it and yes, Danica “toxic testosterone is why men are weak” Patrick is going to interview him at it for her podcast.

And you can attend this for the low price of $500

I wish I was kidding

How FOM or Sky Sports hacienda got involved I don’t know.

#f1 #danica patrick #robert kennedy jr

[nobodyiscomingtosaveyou]

Clan Building // dessert city , lavega

named for las vegas, lavega was where a grounder went to drink, gamble, get high and do whatever else. while located in sangeda territory lavega was filled with clansmen from all over with a heavy nomad population. with the population ever changing it is at any given time higher than the sangeda capital itself. the whole city is overcrowded having to push through crowds of grounders anywhere you go.

lavega itself is a mostly outdoor city with more to do than most people manage to get through in their usually short visits. few people actually live there full time but there are plenty of ruins and tents to stay in for a few nights, free of charge if you can find a place to sleep but it’s not by any means safe and you won’t often wake up with all your possessions still with you. there’s no law against stealing but there’s no law against murder either so it’s ill advised to make enemies. keeping to yourself is the best way to not be bothered but the longer you stay the more you push your luck.

traveling merchants , they’ll come and go within a few days to trade before leaving again. the area where merchants set up shop is one of the busiest in the city so the crime rate against merchants is relatively low. it helps that prices are lower than other markets because they have to compete with the prices of all the other shops and they sell so much in a day that they make quite the profit either way. that said they’re notorious for ripping off tourists who aren’t expecting the change in price from what they are accustomed to. different merchants are constantly switching off so everyday you can find something different to trade for.

entertainment , most entertainment in lavega relates directly to sangeda above any other clan for obvious reasons. games and competition is the most common form of pass time in lavega, it’s hard to find someone in lavega who hasn’t participated in knife or dart throwing competitions as they’re the most popular. winning is mostly bragging rights but people will bet things or favours when competitions get heated. there is also a so called fight circle, with the crowd making up the walls to the arena slaves and prisoners and anyone else who for whatever reason is in the possession of another person will be pinned against another and forced to fight to the death for the entertainment of those sick enough to watch. sometimes warriors will participate on their own word but it’s not a common thing to do.

other , alcohol and drug use is incredibly common among them but since neither is made in the area they’re the most commonly traded or gambled items. lavega is also a major trading point for the trading of slaves, most often frikdreina since you’d be likely to run into a friend of a war prisoner with all the different clansmen who visit lavega.

#the 100 #sangeda #sangedakru #grounders #the 100 headcanons #grounder culture #malachi kom sangeda