🕯️manifesting A Win 🕯️

This International Women’s Day, I want to take a moment to thank women in motorsport.

Thank you to the women who broke boundaries and proved to the world that they belonged.

Thank you to the women following in their footsteps and fighting challenge after challenge to be given the same on-track opportunities as their male counterparts in the sport they live for.

Thank you to the women behind the scenes, making sure that the teams are running smoothly, cars are functioning, limits of engineering are being tested, strategies are working, and drivers are staying (mostly) media-trained

Thank you to the women on the broadcasts, in the pit lane, and in the media pen who had to fight twice as hard to be taken seriously and now live out of hotel rooms making sure fans are kept up to date with all of the newest news.

And thank you to the women in the stands, behind their TV screens, and on social media who never let anyone extinguish their love for this sport, no matter how many times male fans assumed they only watch for the “hot drivers” or tried to quiz them as if they needed to “prove” their fandom.

Blood Bound (Yandere Batfam x reader)

Note: I forgot I had this written in my draft notebooks for weeks now. I guess this might be part 1

Masterlist

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You have always lived a normal life. You were raised in a small household where it’s just you and your father. Your mother was absent in the picture and you lived in the house near the edge of the town. Though small and seemingly insignificant in the fast moving town of Gotham, it filled you with contentment while growing up. 

The absence of a mother figure in the picture made your father more protective. At an early age you were taught basic self-defense, survival skills, and even made you remember each escape route in the city. Even now that you’re a student at Gotham Academy, he still doesn’t take chances at public transportation safety. He will wake up early in the morning to make you breakfast and lunch, and then send you to school before going to work. You two won’t meet again until after school where he picks you up and makes you choose whether to get takeout or home cooked meal for dinner. 

It was mid Psychics class when the intercom rang, the principal calling you to come to the office immediately. You looked up from your notes meeting the equally confused look from the professor and your classmates. Whenever some kid is needed for an intervention, the principal would only send a staff to pick them up. The intercom on the other hand is reserved for emergencies or when a student commits a big misconduct punishable by suspension or expulsion. 

Well, you did have your fair share of trouble but all of those combined is not enough to warrant a suspension. You made solid knocks on the mahogany door and waited for the principal to say ‘come in’ before placing your hand on the cold door knob and twisting it open. Inside was the principal and a police officer from Gotham PD. “What’s going on?” you asked, taking a seat as you watched their grim expression. 

“There was a break in at your place. The place was torched down and your father was burned alive” 

Damian glared heavily at the titanium case that they had unearthed earlier on the crime scene. The execution of the crime was well timed. The break in happened just an hour after Duke had made his rounds on the town edge, while Damian is at school, while Tim is being forced to rest, while Jason is out of town with Dick, and while Bruce is at work. The entire house is burned down probably to erase evidence that led to the criminals or erase the evidence of the criminals being there in the first place. 

He was ready to write down the case as a possible mafia related crime until Ace started running around and started digging beneath the ashes that used to be the house’s floorboards. 

The dark fabric inside the now cracked titanium safe was unmistakable. The ideology of creating utopia by getting rid of the filth that is humanity and bathing the new paradise with its blood. Leaving the League of Assassins is a death sentence and a leap of faith but surviving for years after leaving is far more impressive. Still, the desperation of fear for life is present as evidenced by the locks of hair wrapped in paper with Archangel Michael’s prayer and a hastily scrawled note that reads, ‘I never regret taking you away’. 

Taking who away? 

The beeping of the comms echoed inside the batcave, taking Tim’s focus who just entered the cavern. “Barbara, any news?” he asked in between yawns. Barbara sighed on the other end of the line followed by the shuffling of papers and sipping of coffee. 

“The DNA from the hair inside the titanium case didn’t match the victim’s” Then there was a pause. It hangs high in the air before she drops the next set of information. “But it matched Bruce’s and Talia’s”

I meant to post about this yesterday about I really love the Charlotte Tilbury sponsor in F1 Academy. It's a very bold and deliberate step towards inclusion of women and femme presenting people in motorsport. It's a great reminder that women have purchasing power in the sport and that our wants and needs should be considered when creating content and merchandise. I also hope it opens the door for more non-traditional sponsors to join the sport because I'm so tired of cryptocurrency scams and tech companies being the only sponsors we see. It's also just a fun and out-of-the-box livery because sometimes motorsport takes itself too seriously. So I find it refreshing.

Edit: Took Lola Lovinfosse out of the tags because she's a zionist but the rest still applies.

F1 is cars driving in weird shapes to YOU. To me it’s an endless Greek tragedy

a man self immolated in front of the israeli embassy in washington dc yesterday. not just any man. an active member of the us air force. he live streamed his death, and said that he refused to be complicit in a genocide any longer. he said that compared to what palestinians were facing every day, setting himself alight was nothing.

let me reiterate. an active duty air force member burned himself alive because he was so disgusted by what the us government was openly supporting. he live-streamed his own suicide, so the whole world could bear witness as a man in his military uniform set himself on fire to protest his government’s complicity in the horrors that we have all been forced to watch happen in real time. he became a new horror. footage of the immolation blurs him out the moment the fire catches, but you can hear him. it is over in seconds, really, but you can hear him screaming. he shouts “free palestine” until his body physically cannot make any sounds other than guttural screams of agony. and then he falls silent. a police officer arrives and points a gun at his still burning body, shouting at him to get down on the ground. and it is over.

his name was Aaron Bushnell. he was twenty five years old. and he isn’t here anymore because the political ruling class has decided that genocide is perfectly fine as long as it preserves imperialism. in the coming days, people will try to discredit him. to say that he was mentally unstable. they will try to bury his actions to save face and defend israel’s propaganda. do not let them. aaron knew what he was doing. he knew what he was doing when he put on his military uniform, set up his twitch stream, and made his final walk up to the embassy. he knew what would happen to him when he flicked that lighter. do not let them forget. aaron’s blood is on the hands of the political ruling class.

charles leclerc better be god's favorite son this season. give him a title-winning car. put him in the fucking fight. fend off a little bit of the generationally bad luck ferrari seems to have. give him the chance. give him an inch and he always takes a mile.

Charles WILL WIN in Singapore! NOTHING BAD will happen to HIM! Every jinx thrown at him will hit MCLAREN instead!

PASTA LA VISTA CARLOS SAINZ

conclave is the people's best picture, anyway.

can’t have seasonal affective disorder if i say that winter isn’t real it was just invented by Big Vivaldi to sell all four of his seasons