#obligatory this is just my taste and if you like something I don't that's A-OK

[thats-how-i-like-it]

I saw a mutual (ghosty) making this dead dove tierlist so I decided to make my own as well.

[ngkiscool]

A pointed question

My entry for @jewsinfandoms #8 Appreciating Loved Ones

"Are you coming, Adam?" Brian looked at his friend, waiting him to join The Them. They heard there was a new ice cream flavour arrived at the shop, raising the variety into four flavours, and wanted to test it.

"Go ahead without me, I have to… help my mum with something, yeah," answered Adam, looking as close to embarrassed as they ever saw him.

"Is everything OK, Adam? Last week you also had to go home early, around this time of the day." This time the speaker was Wensleydale, sharp as ever.

"If you are in trouble and need help with something, just tell us. You know you can count on us," Brian added seriously, a stranger expression on his usually smiling face. Adam was touched, it was not often that Brian suggested something that might delay him from getting food.

"Everything is great. Even better than great," he assured them before they will decide to barge into his house and question his parents. That was the last thing he wanted. No escape now, right? Might as well just tell them. "The thing is, that after last summer, I started to learn something new, that's all."

"You managed to convince Anathema to teach you? That's not fair, I've been asking her since then!"

"No, it's something else," answered Adam truthfully.

Pepper gaze sharpened in alarm. "Are you hearing voices again?"

"Nothing like that either, don't worry. It's just that after all that happened, I started thinking." He ignored the obligatory snickering and continued, "I'm learning religion."

"Oh, I did that too, read a whole book about it when I was ten. Actually, almost 72% of Earth is ocean region," Brian contributed interesting information.

The Them mulled over this fact for a few moments, until Pepper broke the silent. "Which religion are you studying? There are so many of them."

Adam moved in inconvenience, not sure how his friends will react to his choice. Well, in for a penny and all that. "I talked with Crowley, and he told me the basics of the big ones, and Judaism is the one I'm interested in the most."

"Why?" The others asked in unison.

"That's exactly the reason," smiled Adam. "He said that I love to ask questions, and debating is a big part of Judaism, so it will be the perfect fit."

That required some more time to digest, followed by more questions. Finally, Adam had to put an end to their conversation. "I'm sorry, but I don't want to be late for the meeting with the rabbi. What don’t you come with me, so we can all learn together?"

His friends eagerly agreed, never missing a chance to ask adults hard questions, such is how old God is, why cucumbers don't have taste and what is the benefit from a prayer, and Adam breathed in relief. He tried to hide his interest in Judaism from his friends, fearing their reaction, and now his heart warmed with the quick way they accepted his new interest. He should have known better and trust his friends. From now on, he swore to himself, he will never doubt them again.

[iwishf1wasreal]

(minus a few who were too hard to find arrival pics of) no one asked for this and yet!!!! here we are!!!

*obligatory disclaimer* these are just my opinions. this is not criticism about how the drivers look or their physical appearance. this is not to rank the drivers on anything other than their choices/outfits. plz do not take this seriously, i am just a random weird woman posting online. i have no credibility, only passion and rage.

CATEGORY #1 - SERVING (THE POSITIVES)

P1: LEWIS HAMILTON

I MEAN....LIKE WE SAY IT EVERY TIME...

do i wish it wasn't an old navy tank top tunic dress? yes. but his supple breasts are out...... i cant focus on anything else.....my heart beats in my ears... dont ask me what color the anything is. I DONT KNOW I CANT SEE IT

P2: LANDO NORRIS

Perhaps the MOST surprising pick for me. Is Lando hot??????????? I've been asking myself this for months......he also seems to be entering his fashion girl era. (FINALLY!!!) He was pictured in an Aimé sweatshirt (A JUMPA for ur english and former english colony folk) so i have high hopes. Maybe I'm just seduced by his Dutch battle scars but he really came thru today. at first i thought he was in miyake and i was literally going to go BALD. but its not :( the brand is basically an even more expensive Zara lmao but...baby steps lol

P3: FERNANDO ALONSO

When Kevin Jz Prodigy chants 'eating the old way! serving the old way! serving the old way!', they meant that about grandpa stunting in head to toe WAG white. he's got the youthful shoes, casual polo with the dad fit, linen trousers for the swap weather. its classic. reminding all the wags who the real bad bitch is.

P4: ZHOU GUANYU

The media is doing him sooo dirty by not showing the back of his jersey!! its not my favorite look he's ever done but it's only media day. i think he looks great in red and i love the blackletter font on the back. I do wish the front was a little cuter but his pants are really cool (sorry theyre cropped out lol) and he's still giving personality and taste!

P6: OSCAR PIASTRI

ok yes he does have the 6th grade boy who's still close with his mother fit on under the jersey but he's always stayed true to who he is. i like that he's worn jerseys to races/race locations he seems excited about like he wore one in Melbourne for his home race. AND this one is signed?! he came with a goal in mind and it was to GAG the fellow jocks at the paddock. jock4jock if you will. gotta respect it.

P7: YUKI TSUNODA

it's a basic serve but a serve nonetheless. he's comfy, he's casual and looks good. i like this color on him a lot and the contrast between the pink and red is fun. hair is looking super good too!!! this is gonna be a good weekend for him, i'm demanding it from the universe!!

P8: VALTERRI BOTTAS & LANCE STROLL

A tie because they're both just on the diva in a tee vibe. You can't blame a comfort queen for being one! The color is nice on Lance and Val is sporting that farm's tan well.

CATEGORY #2 - CHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (THE BAD AND THE MEH)

P8: LOGAN SARGENT & ALEX ALBON

Another tie because they both just came in team livery. that's literally the only reason they were included in this category. though it pains me to rate alex anything other than handsome, wifed and successful. he does look great in them trousers and who can resist him in blue! hoping for a little creativity (arriving with lily) tomorrow!! as for logan...this is ur home race.....i better see something real special and/or Floridian tomorrow or ELSE.........CHOP!!!

P9: DANIEL RICCIARDO

I know the girls are not gonna like this one. But i must speak my truth.....even if you won't hear it....

I don't think anyone is surprised he's wearing his own merch. It would be better for me if it was a little more interesting than his last few releases of just his brand's logo but I like the color and detailing. He's, of course, wearing the wrong size. Personally, if i were trying to promote my own brand, I would perfect tailor the shirt to fit my body so it looked like the best shirt i've ever worn. The Purse by Dre is probably the best part if only because its so stupid and useless. The cargo pants....look, as a former fan, I know that he prefers to dress in baggier clothes. I'm not knocking him for that--who doesn't love a billowing tee to hide the body tea but when you're a 35 year old millionaire...why do your pants not fit you. This is saggy crotch and diaper butt territory. From a styling perspective, sometimes wearing oversized clothes only makes you look smaller. Like you're drowning in your own clothes. That's what it always looks like to me with DR. I know he's interested in fashion and yeah maybe he is still on my shit list but for someone of his status and with the level of resources he has at his disposal...like this man went to the MET GALA with an actually good nEW YORK BASED DESIGNER. what is this...CHOPPPPP

LAST PLACE (THERES NOT THAT MANY SORRY): FUCKASS FERRARI CARLOSER SAINZ AND CHARLES LECHOP!!!!!!!!!

Ugh. heavy on my mind AND my spirit. Never has powdered blue made me so viscerally annoyed. Normally I love this color but not like this. If the design was actually good, I would still hate it but lucky for a hater like me, the design is SOOOOOOOOO hideous. I guess one of the top ten corporations ruining our planets wasn't enough of a steal for them, they had to add a double whammy for genocide blood money too! Puma AND Hp? It's like they thought the BDS chart was a bingo card. The mechanic style name tags are a nice touch too. Very down to earth for millionaires who's private plane usage might be able to rival THAT woman. Blue collar cosplay is kinda fun when you don't actually have to live paycheck to paycheck! Its nice that their name tages are so low too, so you remember that they've sold their souls out to corporations. It's really only a matter of time before a thirst photoshoot with laptops come out or Charles shoves his puppy into a printer. But hey! At least Charles is investing in the local community! Always nice to see million dollar homes sell when the cost of living for a normal person is 30% over the national average in a city where it's illegal to sleep on the streets🥰 CHOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(ok yes, i am aware these men are all millionaires and only one of them have so much as acknowledged the mass murder of Palestinians. but i'll talk my shit forever if it means there's just one person talking about the real world in the f1 space. FREE PALESTINE. BELIEVE WOMEN. FUCK COMFORTABILITY AND THESE MEN WHO PROTECT EACH OTHER. THEY NEVER WANTED US IN THIS SPORT TO BEGIN WITH, ALL THE MORE REASON TO REMIND THEM I'M HERE!!!!!!!!!)

sorry for the rant. this was originally going to be about fashion. and it still is. sorta. BYE

[tiddiesoutwhenthetisout]

old people have diaries i have tumblr part xx, so once again

shoutout to my mom and my gf who are trying very very very hard to keep me alive, initially with the former hating the latter (i get it) and the latter absolutely afraid of the former (i also get it) but united reluctantly, awkwardly tryna shake hands rn, in their mission to not let me leave this world because they love me on their own terms and god i do not get it.

i'm the typical black sheep, the "burnt out gifted child", the artist of the family who dramatically cries and despairs over minor inconveniences (for neurotypicals at least), who takes on others' problems but breaks down under the weight of them and throws fits and can be the meanest person when aggravated to the point of icy callousness.

you both cool af, tysm for doing this shit constantly. i'll continue to be difficult but somehow you both still want me here. against my will at the moment (baby don't apologize u have the right to want me alive) but i know i will appreciate it in the future when i find another piece of media to be crazy about, when i get to feel the sand under my toes again, when i eat something good or get a whiff of that coffee-scented candle, and will know how to look at such with the wonder and joy i have so much of when i'm well. i miss it so much.

but fuck i am going to have to drop all semblance of pride cleaning up the aftermath of my 7-day deliberate slow suicide in a few hours and i AHHHHHHH ooh my missed lessons... my class cards... 😭 ALL THE PEOPLE WHO GAVE A SHIT ABOUT ME AND SENT ME MESSAGES HOW AM I GOING TO EXPLAIN ONE BY ONE THAT SOUNDS EXHAUSTING sorry

shit

shit shit shit shit i have so much to catch up on okay let's expect the worst tomorrow of course. what i did was bad and ofc my blockmates wouldn't appreciate me basically disappearing when we had big projects but tHEY DONT NEED M- not the point. okay my thesis group was really relying on me and i feel bad buT THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD NOT RELY ON ONE P- not the point. might find myself crying in front of my prof because i'm like that and that's okay uNLESS FUCKING CATHY IS TH- not the point. sorry this is like watching dr jekyll and mr hyde duke it out.

anyway.

i don't want to promise anything but i will try to keep myself alive 👍 so that said i prolly won't be updating my fic this week LOL um it's a bad taste in my mouth with ・that・ being my last chapter for a while but hAhAhA ok brain has really been so un-bonita recently too and what prompted me to-- //bleep as cut before i keep going off but my tumblr people also ought to know 🤷‍♂️ consider it practice for explaining in real life. not like that gauges value, but it's just way harder to be serious irl man i need my obligatory jokes and futile attempts at humor 😭

[zeldaelmo]

One Night in December

Link flips through the titles of the movies in the media center on the big screen of their TV. "Why do we have to watch these Christmas movies again? Just look at the covers, they’re all the same green-red rubbish."

"Because it's a tradition in my family and I refuse to abandon them as the traitor did." 

Ah, yes. Zelda's father had babbled something about taking a break from his manager job, skiing with his new partner, and 'recharging’. 

"Alright then…" Link sighs. "Which one is it?" 

"Is there one with old friends?"

Link blinks at her. 

"What, I thought it's funny."

No, it's not funny. Not at all. Not when he has an unrequited crush on his childhood friend/roommate/laundromat buddy/college pal for years. Did he ever tell her? Of course not!

"'One day in December' is with high school crushes meeting again ten years later," he says instead.

The twinkle in her blue eyes makes his mouth dry as always, but at least it shows him he chose right.

He starts the movie and they get comfortable on the couch. Her knee presses against his thigh, but he's used to the tingling spreading from the spot they're touching. His crush has boiled down to syrup at his point. Sweet, viscous, and impossible to get rid of once you have it on your fingers.

"Thank you for sticking with me tonight, Link. I really appreciate that you skipped family dinner for"—she points at the TV—”this.”

"Always." As if a boring five-course dinner at his aunt Mag's could hold a candle to her. As if he wouldn't choose her over everything and everyone, as if he wouldn't— Wait. Why is she looking at him and not the film?

"Sorry?"

She chuckles. "I asked if you want a cream liqueur on ice, too. We always drink one but if you have your own tradition, I'm happy to switch to that."

"Um, no, it's fine."

Her warmth leaves and Link stares at the guy on screen who's wrapping gifts. He's going to get his happy ending. That's the point of the film. Link had stopped daydreaming about his own happy ending for years.

He nearly snorts when the guy sees his assigned love interest for the first time after high school. She's tinted in the sparkling light of a wintery fair, her smile bright, and the hair cascading around her shoulders is moved by the smooth draft of a wind machine. 

"Hey." Zelda is back with the drinks and a soft smile that lets the actress look like a stick with a floor mop put on it as a head.

"Hey." He smiles back like the hopeless idiot he is.

She settles back down on the couch, pulls her knees up, and sneaks her feet under his thigh. "Sorry." She flinches playfully as if he hadn't massaged her cold feet back to warmth a dozen times already.

"Your hands are cold too?" 

She nods, crinkles her nose, and sips the liqueur. With a sigh, he tugs the collar of his hoodie. He really likes this one. "Wanna have it?"

She puts the glass down. "If you don't mind?"

He jerks the hoodie over his head, pulling the shirt he wears under with it and revealing his abs. It doesn't matter. She has seen it all before, he has nothing left to impress her.

He can't bear looking at her too long with her golden hair splaying all over his too-big sweater, so he turns back to the movie.

"It's cozy," she mutters, wiggling her shoulders deeper into the fabric. "I might steal it."

He snorts, eyes hefted to a story he doesn't care for. "As if half of your lounge-wear isn't mine anyway."

"You just have the best taste," she teases, blissfully unaware of how close to the truth she is.

The couple on the screen gets into the obligatory breakup and Link stands up and fetches a second serving of cream liqueur. Zelda doesn't look at him when he comes back which is a bit weird. The movie isn’t that captivating. He takes the long way around the couch, putting the drinks on their coffee table. 

Oh, her eyes are glistening.

"You ok there?" 

She bites her lip and nods. "Maybe you can…" 

Of course, he can. She shifts and makes room for him. She's soft in his arms and he strokes a pattern onto his hoodie that he really likes but never wants back if only it means she wears it. He buries his nose into her hair and fully pretends he does it to pick her up from whatever sadness has befallen her. It's selfish, but it's all he ever gets, so he makes do.

"Why did you tell Groose off if you're sad about your breakup now?" It's a little bit of guessing on his part, but he usually has it right. It did take a lot of him to not flip the giant bouquet of roses into Groose's face when he showed up at their door, but he kept it together for her. He hated the tiny spark of hope enlightening in his chest when he walked through the flat later and found not a single rose petal. 

She hums and toys with the sleeve of his hoodie. "I don't — It's not about Groose. It's just… dating is so frustrating. So much effort only to find out someone is a mismatch."

Link closes his eyes, arms wrapped around her loose enough to give her space and heart burning like a fireplace on a cold winter night. "Maybe you're looking in the wrong places." It's the closest to a confession he has come so far.

"Maybe," she whispers and her chest rises and falls against his forearms when she swallows.

The film blends over to the wintery fair again, all sparkling lights and soft glow. The guy has it finally figured out and the reunion is heartfelt and cheesy. Link looks at his Loftwing carvings that Zelda has lined up on the shelf above the TV instead of the kiss.

“Maybe,” Zelda says, “Maybe I should take a break. Figure out what I want.” She shuffles deeper into his embrace, takes his hand in hers. Link is dizzy with her overwhelming closeness. Her warmth mingles with his, her hair falls smoothly over the skin of his arm, and he can smell which conditioner she has used today. It’s still not close enough. Her thumb draws a lazy, little circle into his palm and she raises her gaze to him, blue, clear, addicting. His breathing stops. “Or maybe I know what I want, I’m just not willing to acknowledge it.”

Kissing her might be a good idea, here on their old sofa they’ve spent hundreds of evenings on, the trashy music of the end credits of the movie accompanying the smile that parts her lips. He nearly chuckles about himself. He’s trapped in his pining like a figure in a snow globe. There’s a hint of sweet liqueur on her breath and he wants to taste every single drop of cream from her lips, wants to melt with her, into her. Her name, he wants to say her name at least, but he can’t get it out, not even when her gaze flickers to his lips, once, twice.

The ending of the film leaves a gaping silence in the room and the longer they linger, the louder it gets. She withdraws eventually. Link curses under the breath he’s finally able to take again; the years have made it difficult to distinguish an opportunity from a stupidity but he can’t help but feel this one was the former.

He nearly misses the quiet sigh that falls from her lips. She has turned back to the TV, flipping listlessly through the titles. “Why don’t you pick one? I can’t decide,” she says and offers him the remote.

Maybe…

Hand shaky, Link scrolls for a moment, stopping at one that looks like all the others. “Coming home for Christmas.”

“Ok?” She scrutinizes the too-small description. Then she stills. “It’s about a guy stuck in the friend zone.”

“I thought that was funny,” he repeats her words from earlier, heart drumming wildly. 

She inhales soundly and takes his hand, interlacing their fingers in a decidedly non-platonic way. Back in his arms, she leans against his chest, putting their hands on her stomach, and nudges his throat with her nose. He thinks he might just faint. 

“Does it have a happy ending? If not, I don’t want it.”

"Yeah," he whispers hoarsely. "Yeah, I think it does."