Here’s a Miss Fritter for my Countdown to Cars 3 challenge! Put approximately four hours into this babe. Tried to include as many details from her design as possible, since she’s my favorite and I love this bus to bits. Enjoy!
Weak. Pathetic. You are not pushing the monster-human bar FAR ENOUGH
LESBIAN FRANKENSTIEN. Local 1800s lady scientist in an attempt to create something that will truely strike her name down into scientific history create a giant buff lady. But instead of the orginal plot line where creator abandons the monster and the whole thing ends up in murder and sadness, Lady Frankenstien loves and dotes on her creation and teaches the monster how to human and loves her regardless of her stitches and the good doctor sweats like a race horse after a derby whenever Monster flexes or does pushups. And Monster doesn’t understand why creator sweats so heavily and gets all red in the face, but gosh it’s cute and Monster just wants to do her best for Creator.
conservatives trying to push how much british muslims hate gay ppl, go to leeds pride today you see hijabis marching with pride, muslim families with their kids dressed in rainbow feather bowers and fairy wings, gay muslim couples dancing along with the music like the rest of us, etc. really didn’t see any of that supposed hatred. even if muslims weren’t involved in parade, they still stood and watched and cheered us on or just went about their daily lives.
Guys,,, the only other person who was there for both of these incidents besides MC and Maxwell was Hana and I am STRESSED.
- Hana was the only one on the dock with them when Maxwell realized that he hadn’t told MC that she’d need a swimsuit - MC told Hana that night before the ball that Maxwell didn’t mention the fact that she’d have to waltz, let alone teach her how - Also, that time early on after the derby Bertrand asked MC if she had been talking to Hana and when she said that they were becoming friends he said that that was “interesting”
35638) I’m trying to recover and some days it’s really hard, but I feel best about myself during and after roller derby practice. I feel strong and I’m proud of myself for eating when I’m there because it allows me to do laps, whips and hip hits! I love roller derby more than I love Ana.
summary: Riley tries to solve the biggest mystery in the land of Cordonia – the mystery of why Drake likes staring at that boring ceiling so much.
first time Riley found Drake staring at his ceiling, it was at night, after the opening ball. Feeling very thirsty,
she had stumbled through an unfamiliar castle at night, looking for
the kitchen so she could get a glass of water. She had the idea that
the palace kitchen would be in the lower part of the castle, so she
took the stairs…
she found Drake, who was lying on the cold, stone floor, staring up
at what was presumably a cold, stone ceiling. He had a lit candle
next to him. She thought of asking him for directions, but decided
against it, because… well, because she didn’t want to disturb him.
The thought of Drake being a creepy vampire certainly never crossed
Riley’s mind. Nope.
second time Riley found Drake staring at his ceiling, it was in the afternoon, after the Derby garden party but before
their secret cronut expedition. Riley had sneaked to the kitchens –
she knew the way this time – to check if maybe they DID make
cronuts and Liam just didn’t know what they were called. Yet no
cronuts were to be found, so she decided to return to her room…
she found Drake, who was lying on the cold, stone floor, staring up
at what was presumably a cold, stone ceiling. Because it was in the
middle of the afternoon, sunlight streamed in from a tiny window
Riley hadn’t noticed before, and she saw that Drake’s eyes were
opened slightly, just… staring at the ceiling. He didn’t seem to
have noticed her, and she kept it that way, tiptoeing away before he
could. While she now knew that he wasn’t a creepy vampire… still,
who spent their free time staring at ceilings? And Drake thought she
third time Riley found Drake staring at his ceiling, it was in the
morning. Still full of excitement from the winning the
first race at the Regatta, she woke up early the next morning.
Wanting to walk off her excess energy, she traversed several hallways
she found Drake, who was lying on the cold, stone floor, staring up
at what was presumably a cold, stone ceiling.
to resist her curiosity for even one second longer, Riley
boldly stepped into the room, sat on the floor a few inches away from
Drake, and lay down, wanting to finally see for herself what the deal
was with this specific ceiling. Full of expectations, she
looked up and found out…
it was a really boring ceiling.
There were no colorful murals, or intricate engravings,
or… anything, really. She just saw block after block of ancient,
gray stone. Was this some sort of dungeon in the past?
seeing you here, LastName,” Drake said. His voice sounded amused,
but also slightly hoarse, the way Riley knew her own voice sounded
after a very tiring day at work.
was surprised that he wasn’t more annoyed at her trespassing into
his… well, his ceiling time, but maybe he had used up his
grumpiness quota for the week, or something.
must have not seen me the previous times, then. I’ve seen you
before,” Drake finished for her. He sighed. “Of course I
knew you were there. Haven’t you been listening to what I’ve
been telling you? Always be alert. Never let your guard down,
except around people you trust. I knew you were there both of those
times. I just didn’t say anything since… well, frankly, I didn’t
care what you were up to.”
huffed, “Oh, thanks a lot…”
Riley really wanted to ask him why he was always here, staring at
this ceiling. After all, as Liam’s best friend, he probably had his
own room somewhere in the palace, and that room probably had a much
more interesting ceiling.
Drake kept saying that they weren’t friends, so to him, they were… acquaintances?
Not-enemies? Would he even answer if a not-enemy asked him why he was always staring at a boring ceiling in the lower floors of a
enough, Drake spoke first.
not the lap of luxury,” he said, indicating the room around him,
“but it’s good to be on dry land again. That’s the last time
I do Maxwell a favor.”
Riley asked, surprised. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself out
sighed in annoyance. “It wasn’t so much the sailing as everything
before that. After I agreed to help, he took me to the boat, and-”
Running a hand through his hair, he continued, “Everything
was messed up. Rusted equipment, mildew on the sails, some of the
ropes needed replacing… it took hours to get it into sailing
hadn’t known that.
Maxwell was there to help, right?’
barked a laugh. “Maxwell? He told his driver to tell his butler to
tell his housekeeper to get gallons of vinegar for me to clean the
sails.” He paused. “And he held up the flashlight while I adjusted
the rigging all over the boat. You ever climbed up a mast and
readjust the angle of the shroud ten times in the middle of the
blinked. “Uh… no?”
let’s just say that it takes a really long time. And after the
sails were clean, I had to hoist them up there to attach them to the
boat again. The jib was fine, but the mainsail was a lot heavier…
And I didn’t wring them out properly because there wasn’t enough
time, so I had to take them up the mast while they were still wet.”
some of what he was saying sounded confusing… it seemed like he did
a lot of work. When she asked if Maxwell had helped him with the
sails, he stifled a small yawn before he replied…
“He had no idea how to even climb a mast, so Maxwell and his flashlight
just stayed on-deck – and the water dripping from the sails still
had a lot of vinegar. You could have pickled him from all the vinegar
on him by the time I was finished. Heh.”
guilty now she asked why they hadn’t woken her up so she could help –
and he made a wry comment about Riley needing her beauty sleep. In
retaliation, she made a joke of her own.
looks really hard to do… and it seems like something stuffy nobles
would learn – well, except for Maxwell, anyway. After all, those
nobles own a lot of boats, so they must really like sailing. You might
be switching teams, there…”
her, Riley heard Drake sputtering indignantly, as if he couldn’t
believe what he had just heard. “Me, be like them? I-”
she playfully elbowed Drake on the side. “I’m just kidding, Drake,”
she said, giving a small giggle as she imagined him walking around
and giving orders with a snooty expression, acting just like
Bertrand. But the funny image dissolved almost immediately, too
ludicrous to remain for long. “I know you’re loyal to our humble,
he said determinedly.
didn’t learn sailing for… for fun,” he said sarcastically.
“Cordonia’s an island. Knowing your way around a boat is just
practical, so that you don’t have any… unfortunate incidents,” he
finished, sounding a bit glum by the end.
her conversation with the prince earlier, Riley knew what Drake was
most likely referring to. Liam had told her that when they were
young, Liam had felt the call of freedom on the sea, which led to him
and Drake sneaking out to the sea with one of the royal boats. After
their sea adventure had gone awry, something called a “boom” had
knocked Liam overboard. And Drake, without any hesitation, had jumped
into the water to save Liam’s life.
Drake didn’t know she knew all that.
sorts of incidents?”
her question, he turned his head a little sideways to look at her for
a moment. Somehow knowing that her meeting his gaze would embarrass
him, Riley kept her eyes on the boring ceiling, which still hadn’t
revealed to her why it was so fascinating to Drake. A few seconds
later, it was as if nothing had occurred, and Drake was looking at
the ceiling just like before.
just say that I went out sailing once, when I was a kid. The weather
seemed sunny, so it looked like the perfect time to go out to sea,
but then the clouds changed and everything looked gray and stormy. In
case you didn’t already know this, almost drowning isn’t fun, Riley. I
wouldn’t try it if I were you…”
noticed that he hadn’t mentioned Liam at all in his story. Why hadn’t
he? Being best friends, it wouldn’t have been strange for them to
carry out a crazy scheme like that. After all, pretty much all of
Liam’s childhood stories seemed to include Drake.
almost drowned?” she asked, trying to get more information.
Drake said quietly. “Not me.”
were silent after that – and Riley didn’t like it. The last thing
she wanted was to make him think of bad memories, and after
struggling to think of something else to discuss, she remembered
something he had mentioned earlier.
said earlier that you had to clean the mainsail and the jib. I know
that the mainsail is, well, a sail, but is a jib a sail too?”
he said, the casual tone of his voice a welcome change from the
somberness it had held just moments ago. “Normally, the jib is the
smaller sail that’s closer to the bow, and the mainsail is the larger
sail nearer the stern.”
So, from what he had just said, Riley leaned that the jib was small
and the mainsail was large. Got it. But… what were bow and stern
She asked as much, and at that, Drake launched into a detailed
explanation, using the boring ceiling they had been staring at this whole time to provide a foundation so she could visualize the parts of
imagine we’re sailing towards the window on the right. In that case,
the bow, which is the head of the boat would be there on the right,” he said,
pointing to the right side of the ceiling, “and the stern, which is
the tail of the boat, would be on the left,” and this time,
he moved his arm to point to the left side of the ceiling. “But if
we were on a boat, we wouldn’t be saying ‘left’ and 'right;’ we would
be saying 'port’ and 'starboard,’ since those are a lot clearer…”
seemed that he had really taken his boating lessons to heart.
Riley listened to Drake explain why using proper nautical terms was
important while sailing, his voice taking on a slow, relaxed tone as
he spoke, she still wondered at the back of her mind why he had
agreed to help Maxwell. From his protests in the past regarding his
and Maxwell’s friendship, Riley had gotten the message, loud and
clear, that he didn’t like or trust Maxwell very much. Or… anybody
else, really. In fact, aside from Liam, Drake didn’t seem like he had
anybody else until Riley arrived in Cordonia.
smiled. Not that she would ever tell him that. Privately, she thought
that Drake had given so much of his loyalty to Liam that he felt that
he had none to give to anybody else – which could be why he kept on
insisting that he and Riley weren’t friends.
continued Drake, “if you had a bigger crew than we did, you’d have
one person just in charge of the boom,” this time, he sluggishly
made a horizontal line with his hand in the direction of middle-left
part of the ceiling before letting his arm drop to his stomach,
“which is the metal bar that’s connected to the mainsail. You need
the control the boom carefully to catch as much wind as possible for
the boat to move across the water…”
maybe Drake just kept saying that because he didn’t have a lot of
experience in the friendship department, and assumed that the deep
connection he and Liam shared was what it meant to be friends with
the other hand, Riley, who did have experience in friendships,
knew that you didn’t need to promise to live in garden mazes forever
or go on dangerous seafaring adventures to consider somebody a
friend. Friendship grew from conversation and games and long talks
were all things that she and Drake had already shared. They had
walked a little behind everybody else during their cronut expedition
to chat; he had challenged her to a ski race and then totally
cheated by taking an illegal head start; and they had shared personal
stories and sentiments with each other during the meteor shower, as
well as during their time together in Olivia’s wine cellar, after Riley
had walked down that winding staircase.
definitely considered him a friend now – and not only a friend, but
one of her closest friends here. With everything that had happened, how could she not?
she probably shouldn’t tell him. Wouldn’t want him to die of shock,
she realized that he had stopped talking. Wondering if something was
wrong, she turned her head and saw that Drake…
waiting a few moments to see if he would wake up – and he didn’t –
Riley propped up her head on her arm to take a closer look at him.
was strange. Normally frowning in suspicion, or smirking after he
made sarcastic comments, Drake’s face seemed completely different –
calm, as if all worries had faded away as he traveled the world of
dreams. Lines of worry from years of wariness at court seemed to have
all but disappeared, leaving behind the peaceful countenance of a man
who was taking his well-earned moment of rest. His chest rose and
fell with every breath, the slow pace reflecting the relaxed state of
a man who, when awake, seemed barely able to unwind when inside the palace.
while it was slightly endearing to see him so peaceful – he really
was quite handsome when he wasn’t making sardonic jokes about rose
ceremonies – Riley had to roll her eyes when she recalled his
be alert. Never let
your guard down.”
had told her that in reproach earlier, but he didn’t seem to
be following his own rules. Sleeping peacefully like this next to her
was to show vulnerability – a far cry from the alertness he had
advised her to have, and completely contrary to everything he had
been warning her about all this time…
suddenly, she remembered how that second sentence had ended.
let your guard down, except around people you trust.”
he trust her?
he was just tired, since he had pretty much single-handedly gotten
the boat ready for sailing, and had apparently spent hours doing so.
Maybe he would have fallen asleep no matter who had been inside this
stone room with him.
maybe he had felt comfortable enough to fall asleep because Riley was
the one in here with him; because he trusted her. She didn’t know.
Yes, they had had their
moments – the 'moments in between,’ as he had so eloquently called
them. Riley hadn’t expected such heartfelt sentiments from the man.
But maybe that was just another way he separated himself from the nobles
he despised – by being direct about however he was feeling, whether
it was positive or negative.
even with all of their conversations and the time they had spent
together, she was still mystified as to how he truly perceived her.
Oh, he seemed to tolerate her well enough. Sometimes even went out of
his way to speak to her, though that was probably partly out of
boredom, too. And, though very rare, there were times when he had
opened his heart to her, causing her to wonder why such a guarded,
cautious man saw her as somebody worthy of confiding in…
then he would soon step back, and treat her as a near-stranger once
more, to the point that Riley had no clue how he truly saw her. Drake’s trust seemed to be like the horizon beyond the
sea – always out of reach – and that seemed to apply to his
interactions with everybody around him.
what she did know was that, in the short time that they had
known each other, Riley had come to trust him.
she thought of Drake, she didn’t see an unfriendly face, scowling in
disapproval. She saw calm horses and fluffy cronuts and snow-capped
mountains and shooting stars. A steaming bowl of delicious lobster
bisque was also present in her vision, as was a familiar winding
turned her head to the right to peek at the small window. Judging
from the sunlight filtering into the stone room they were in, Riley
was sure that around this time, Maxwell would be knocking on her
door, wanting to tell her about some public event that she had to
attend as one of Liam’s suitors.
that could wait. Lying on this stone floor and looking at this stone
ceiling, while watching over the slumbering man who had become one of
her closest friends here, was something that she needed – and
wanted – to do.
one day, she would reach that horizon.
when she did, maybe Drake could finally tell her why he liked
this boring ceiling so much.)
(The end.) (Word count: 2,999 words.)
Author’s note: Well, I can now honestly say that I have written a whole story about… a ceiling 😆😀 Riley never found out that the reason
why Drake keeps staring at that particular ceiling, but I’ll tell you
a few clues, but the most obvious one is when he said that the room
is “not the lap of luxury”
😀 That room is inside the royal palace,
so Drake is close by if Liam needs him. But at the same time, it’s
very plain, just stone walls and a stone ceiling. Drake likes that boring room and that boring ceiling because there is absolutely nothing
there that reminds Drake of the irritating pretension and unnecessary
luxury that he negatively associates with nobility like Maxwell and Olivia
This fanfic was inspired by @maggiegames 😊
After seeing them reblog a Drake-related post and say, “Honestly, I’m down to just stare at the ceiling for an entire chapter if we can do it with Drake,“ I just HAD to try my hand at this scenario 😂 And I’m also tagging @heart-drake because they made an awesome fan edit about this very topic
😀 (Reblog and fan edit.)
(Waiting for H.W.U. to come back, forever and always; 16/06/17.)
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Fast And Accurate was a late supplemental entry to the Derby after he earned his way in with a win in the 50pt, G3 Spiral. This will only be his 2nd start on natural dirt, which he hasn’t raced over since running 5th against maidens at Parx. As a 3yo he’s been undefeated in both of his starts and is riding a 3 race win streak. His owner has made it clear the plan for him is to gun for the lead and try to hold it.
He’s never run on an off-track, and it’s hard to say if Hansen is a big off-track sire or not yet.
Pedigree Note: His dam is a half-sister to G3 winner Bwana Bull, G2 winner Bwana Charlie, & G2 winner My Pal Charlie
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“you will?” a shadow of a smirk on his lips.
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