charles is a mess: he realises this as he resorts to simply bunching up the plaid wrapping paper over the Puma box that is meant for his brother. there is something on his chin, he thinks, but he’s too busy twirling the roll of tape around the lopsided present. beside him, you’re having the time of your life, folding obedient coloured paper with the precision and accuracy only found at gift wrapping stations. your stack of neatly wrapped presents sits prettily in contrast to his less neat ones – your tree looking more like a joke by the second. the velvet crimson ribbon is tied into a little bow by your expert fingers, and you set it aside, another point for you. gazes meet and yours falls onto the mess in his hands and promptly burst into a fit of giggles, at which he shoots you a pout. still giggling, you lean over, peeling the double-sided tape from his jaw, mumbling that it’s a good thing there’s something he’s bad at.
Carlos Sainz
mutters of how it’s such a waste of electricity to power up so many lights just for a holiday can be heard under your breath and he fights the urge to laugh. you’ve been repeating that spiel for as long as he can remember and the refreshing bout that hits him every time hasn’t died. still, the fact that you’re in his hometown with him, having been successfully convinced by him to go out on a little adventure to admire the christmas decorations. he pulls you in closer by the shoulder, your rant having ended with a tiny huff, and relishes in the warmth of your slender arm resting against his back. the urge to call your name, have that scowl on your face turn towards him so he can kiss it right off is irresistible. and so, fuelled by the saccharine smell of vanilla in the air, he does exactly that.
Danny Ricciardo
your boyfriend didn't need much convincing when you mentioned the Christmas decorations should go up. and thus, he was tasked with setting up the tree, brandishing his biceps with a flourish. now though, you’re standing by the boxes of ornaments you had dug out of the storage room while he wrestles with the middle tier of the plastic tree – your help having been rejected. it is with great struggle on his part, and great pain on yours, that the three tiers are all successfully stacked onto each other. the inevitable bickering begins, as you tease him about his lack of artistic direction while he jokes about your inability to reach the higher branches. even with no consensus being reached, the tree is adequately covered in tinsel and glittery ornaments. finally, danny insists on lifting you by his shoulder to place the finishing touch: the star.
George Russell
the holidays in england are top-tier and the ultimate winner of all things that bring happiness to his life — do not even try to fight him on that. the prelude of snow in the air coupled with the smell of chocolatey malt fuels him when there is no post-race adrenaline rush to do so. the market is set up with various tiny stalls selling hot beverages and homemade trinkets, the bustle of the crowd melting together with joy in his chest. he takes in the cheer that seems to make spirits a smidge higher and polite grins a little more sincere, watching you dash from stall to stall, cooing over every cute thing your eyes land on. maybe he was wrong, perhaps the greatest joy is being able to tangle his fingers with your fingers, tucking them safely into his pocket while sipping a hot chocolate.
Lando Norris
when you were apartment shopping, you had accounted for your respective large families and ever-growing social circle. butthe current state of your living room begs to differ. loud voices competing to be heard over the others was the music of choice as your sister screams accusations at your boyfriend while he has his best friend in a headlock. there’s half-empty wine glasses and nacho crumbs strewn everywhere. you’re pretty sure the sodas were spiked but your current hand is way too trash, so you fold. cursing your dealer, your uncle, you peer around the room. there is a monopoly game in the corner that looks like a full-out war, and you can spy your aunts, far too drunk on the good wine to care, so you’re halfway out of your chair to intervene but lando beats you to it. he says something that has the kids giggling and the teenagers rolling their eyes, calming the frazzled nerves instantly. glancing around, he catches your eye and shoots you a grin, and for a second, you feel your heart skip a beat. he follows up with a wink, making his way over to you where he proceeds to drape his large frame over yours. his arms hang over your shoulders, chin propped up on yours as he peers at your cards.
Lewis Hamilton
the shiver down his spine shocks him. your feet are basically icicles, he has said time and time again. but lewis remains still even as you shove your feet under the shared blanket, pressing them up against his in a desperate attempt to gain some warmth. his eyes dart up from the words on his book, landing on your furrowed brows engrossed in your own pages. the carefully curated playlist of holiday music and comforting scent of cinnamon and pine burning from the scented candle someone had gifted the year previous soothes his mind. roscoe is peacefully snoring away in the corner. putting aside your literal cold feet, he finds his attention turned back to the book, humming along gently. your full-on belting scares him and the book in his hands falls to the ground with a thud. he can’t hide the fond twinkle in his eyes even as he shoots you a glance. your apologetic shrug is nonchalant, and he finds himself mirroring your grin, joining in the annihilation of the song. it dissolves into shared laughter as the combined voices wakes roscoe, who sends you two the most displeased look a dog can make.
Max Verstappen
in hindsight, he should have listened to you. but the fact remains that he did not, and so he can only watch on enviously as you sip your coffee. you did warn him of the bustling aisles in the packed mall and asked if he needed caffeine to get him through. but then again you did reprimand his excessive consumption of a particular energy drink last night so the thought that it was a trap crossed his mind and lead to his rejection. he wonders if you would let him take a tiny sip as you drag him into the next store, arms sore from carrying a few too many shopping bags. you hold up the race cars from the boys’ section of the toy store, eyes narrowed to evaluate the brightly coloured plastic, trying to determine if they were good enough for his nephews. his heart swells a little at the sight of you trying to pick out the perfect gift for his family, but his focus lied mainly on your coffee, which was left unattended. and with zero hesitation, he swipes the drink, taking a large gulp to make up for the stress he had undergone for the past two hours. your dirty look is met with a twinkle in his eyes as he drops a kiss on your cheek as an apology.
EUROVISION. IT IS IN OUR TOP PRIORITY TO BOYCOTT EUROVISION
Consumer Boycotts - a complete boycott of these brands
Axa
Puma
Carrefour
HP
Cevron
Caltex
Israeli produce
Re/max
Ahava
Texaco
Siemens
Sodastream
Organic Boycott Targets - boycotts not initiated by BDS but still complete boycott of these brands
Macdonald's
Dominos
Papa Johns
Burger King
Pizza Hut
Wix
Divestments and exclusion - pressure governments, institutions, investment funds, city councils, etc. to exclude from procurement contracts and investments and to divest from these
Elbit Systems
CAF
Volvo
CAT
Barclays
JCB
intel
HD Hyundai
TKH Security
HikVision
Pressure - boycotts when reasonable alternatives exist, as well as lobbying, peaceful disruptions, and social media pressure.
Google
Amazon
AirBnb
Booking.Com
Expedia
Disney
Teva
Here are some companies that strongly support Israel (but are not Boycott targets). There is no ethical consumption under capitalism and boycotting is a political strategy - not a moral one. If you did try to boycott every supporter of Israel you would struggle to survive because every major company supports Israel (as a result of attempting to keep the US economy afloat), that being said, the ones that are being boycotted by masses and not already on the organic boycott list are coloured red.
Here are 10 songs from my recently played playlist on Spotify. I will also put them under a cut, because damn, Tumblr (apart from the first one, it deserves the spotlight lol).
Apologies if you've been tagged already and I missed it, but no pressure tags for @unreadpoppy, @timesthatneverwere, @sassyandsodone, @defira85 and @littleplasticrat.
We have had another Trespasser Weirdness Incident at my house, so. Suffice it to say that the Hot & Vintage Movie Women tournament is my primary coping mechanism at this point, and bless @hotvintagepoll for all their work. All 257 polls are up, although many of them have already closed on a rolling basis these last two weeks. Hedy Lamarr vs Sonja Henie was the very last one, and it is a blowout like I have not seen since the time I asked if people throw away their movie theater trash. I think round 2 starts a week from Monday? I would like to apologize for reblogging every single poll, except that I’m not the least bit sorry.
I posted propaganda several times--sometimes just because a contestant didn’t have much and I wanted to chip in (still in play: Juanita Moore and Martha Sleeper). But I also showed up specifically for Norma Shearer, Claire Bloom, Tallulah Bankhead, Deborah Kerr, a little bit for Joan Fontaine (poll here), Julie Christie (on my mom’s behalf), Gene Tierney, Paulette Goddard, and Ava Gardner. My loyalties will shift as we see who progresses, but I'm wearing the Ava jersey at this point.
Reblogs of interest
A couple of serious links:
The Jewish filmmakers who won an Oscar for The Zone of Interest, a Holocaust film, used their speech time to condemn what’s happening in Gaza. (It helps to read the quote as “as men who refute {their Jewishness and the Holocaust} being used as justification.” “Refute their Jewishness” jumps out weirdly at first glance and confused people.)
I can’t tell if the JKR defender/Holocaust denier in this ask knows they’re lying or just really didn’t know that transgender health books and surgery did, in fact, exist, and that the Nazis targeted them. If you need photographic evidence for future discussions, here you are. Side note: Don't believe everything your favorite childhood author tells you.
Posts that are not serious links or hot lady polls:
Of course, this week we celebrated the Ides of March. (Happy birthday to... Chocolate Guy Amaury Guichon??) Featuring:
Southern Mark Antony
If Mark Antony was Gen Z
“Oh not you as well, Brutus!”
Also, happy birthday this fine St. Patrick’s Day to Hozier, who was on the Wiggles once, and has a new EP coming out this Friday. Please join me in not being the least bit normal about it.
The bredlik that the Fairy vs. Walrus debate needed
“Started tone matching my Iraqi corner store guy,” bless everyone involved
A fanfic summary that will hit you like a brick to the face
“Intrigue, Ink, and Drama Grip the Fountain Pen Community”
The Arthur Conan Doyle approach to fic comments
The Kate Middleton Mysteries (”The extent to which this is not Philip Marlowe’s problem is unbelievable”)
Noted power couple/chaos elementals Merchant Ivory
Help improving color in your art
Doggust 2023: the art of Jonathan Wesslund
Video
Honestly the best part of “I’m Just Ken” at the Oscars for me is Margot Robbie fighting for her life not to laugh
This domino project is honestly really upsetting to me, lmao (THE TIME IT MUST HAVE TAKEN!!)
Death: the bees told her
Puma chirps
A seal’s relaxing ice bath
The sacred texts
The reason we celebrate the Ides of March on Tumblr
Happy birthday to the Old as Balls gifset
A cat’s dating profile
Personal tag of the week
pixel art, because there are some incredible artists on here.
If your spineless bootlicking ass can't even give up fucking starbucks or nestle chocolate or puma shoes or vape pens i'll kind of have no choice but to assume you actually quietly root for genocide to be expedient and successful, for slavery to be an unspoken but officially accepted and permissible norm, that you want it all done and over with so it can then be a tragic sad thing with a period, something that can no longer be helped, so is obviously out of your hands, you don't have to think about it (or Work to Avoid thinking about it) at all anymore
i say this because you already seem to assume you will safely never meet even a single survivor in the future who could then ask if you were among the people who did even the bare fucking minimum to show you care even the slightest bit about all the corpses you saw, and not buy infamously overpriced coffee treats that help fund free coffee treats for the fascist military who made those corpses,
no, you weren't, apparently, because you really needed that specific coffee, you Needed those children clawing vape pen metal from the guts of the earth, you needed the newest phone, so bad, your life is So Hard, there's no ethical consumption etc etc, so can’t they endure the sacrifice for you to have this treat?
you have to assume this will never happen, because you know the answer would taste like pure shit in your mouth, so bad it overpowers the coffee, because you weren't,
you didn't actually care about what's right and wrong at all the instant doing so threatens a single consumer luxury you personally relish a little too much. no willpower. no integrity. your morals a ransom you'll pay for a hit of Brand. you'd be cornered in your mind with this fact, and now you must dread this scenario, where you encounter the survivor and the epiphany that is utterly apocalyptic to your perception of yourself as a good person, right there, in real life, drinking your coffee, oh, oohhh noooo,
you're not there yet, but sipping your coffee, hoping THAT never actually happens,
but there's really only one version of the world in which the odds of never facing a survivors face with shame despite earning it are guaranteed;
think hard about the implications of what requirements unlock it
This is probably around 9 AM same weekend as the dinner, pitcher, etc. we would load up head off to a place called muskrat Lake in snowmobile the backcountry which was basically two track, fire roads, etc. the snowmobile on the right which would’ve been the skidoo TNT 440 would be my moms She usually wrote it with my sister that one had a little pouch in the back that would contain hotdog buns and Christmas cookies. The snowmobile in the center was a arctic cat puma for440 the newest of the three snowmobiles my dad and my brother would ride on that one and of course that’s me peeking over the windshield of the one on the far left a whole day of snowmobiling in the backcountry just our family finding a spot somewhere where my parents would somehow figure out how to make a small campfire to roast the hotdogs eat the cookiesprobably have hot chocolate which I recall vaguely and my parents sip on coffee completely dedicated to their family and keeping us kids. Happy funny how life is.
This was done voice to text, so any grammar errors were not entirely my fault L O L
WARNING! This show is for adults. We drink cocktails, have potty mouths and, at least, one of us was raised by wolves.
The Clockwork Cabaret is a production of Agony Aunt Studios. Featuring that darling DJ Duo, Lady Attercop and Emmett Davenport. Our theme music is made especially for us by Kyle O’Door.
This episode aired on Mad Wasp Radio, 12.17.23.
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A special day with @aerie celebrating 10 years of #aeriereal 💚 #aeriepartner #ad
fantasia:
Last night at the 2024 UNCF Mayor’s Masked Ball - Charlotte @uncfcharlotte! Thank you for recognizing and honoring me with the Lifetime Achievement Award!! 🤎🤎🤎
📸: @jeremiah_drummond
teamlhlebanon:
White for quali 🤍 @lewishamilton #lewis #lewishamilton #teamlh #lh44 #australia
one last post, because i’m still not over this dreamy chocolate look, made possible by my angel @charlottetilbury, orchestrated by the magical hands of @kelechisart using @charlottetilburyskincare 🤎🤎🤎 swipe for a bonus shot— all eyes on me at the @madonna x @guyoseary @gucci party 📸by @jr
jodiesmith:
moisturised . blessed . highly favoured . 🖤🍫🍯🤎
this gown has made its way to the top of my list as my favourite i have ever worn!!! thank you @sabatods and the entire team over @gucci for making me feel so sexy and so SUPPORTED. i love you guys forever!!!!
thank you to my love @charlottetilbury for sending @kelechisart to touch my face and give me the most incredible @charlottetilburyskincare chocolate beat!!!!!!!!
my angel @marcialuvlocks, the hair was everything and so are you!!!
& of course, to my boys @waymanandmicah LET’S NEVER STOP ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥🥹🥹🥹
full of gratitude for this life and for the opportunity to be in rooms like this and have experiences like these.
in case you couldn’t tell— i am having so much fun!!! #HappyToBeHere
chsingdestinydc5:
This collab would EAT!
itsthestylehive:
#MoviePremiereStyle - For #CelebrityFashionDeets, #TikaSumpter For the premiere of #TheUnderdoggs, #TikaSumpter was #StyledByJavar in a #JeanLouissAbaji "short peach dress and blazer with hand stitched laser-cut butterflies".
The look was paired with shoes by #Lesilla and jewelry by @bondeyejewelry
angsting over whether its ethical to like baldurs gate meanwhile im eating chocolate, doing homework on a mac computer, going to an american state college, and wearing puma socks. i got bigger problems
Booker T Feat. Poncho Sanchez & Sheila E. - 66 Impala
Mayer Hawthorne - Get To Know You
Atomga - Sly Devil
De Phazz - Death by Chocolate
Os originais Do Samba - Tenha Fe Pois Amanha Um Lindo Dia Vai Nascer
Gerardo Frisina - Mas Eu Quer Ser
Helio Matheus - Mais Kriola
S.E.L - Necessary
Black Pumas - Colors
Tom Misch Feat. De La Soul - It Runs Through Me
Rick James - Mary Jane (DJ Green Lantern Evil Genius Remix)
Jungle by night - Get Busy
Get Back - Silent Partner
Change - Hold Tight
If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!
Do any of your characters have pets? If so, please tell me about them! If not, do they wish they had one?
Hello and thank you for the question! None of the Shapeshifter crew have pets (unless you count plants, then Jay has like 30), because domestic animals tend to react poorly to shifters. So I’ll switch this question up a little and tell you about some of their animal forms instead! Those count as pets, right?
Jay de Lange - gray wolf. Rather small in stature, and overall just looks ~dainty~. Very light gray fur that fades to white on her undersides and legs, with darker gray markings on the top of her head and nose. Gray eyes. Has unusually large canine teeth (top and bottom).
Kerr McKay - rottweiler dog. Tall and dense and overall rather intimidating - floppy ears and an un-docked tail can only do so much to temper that. Tan points are rather dark, more of a chocolate brown than a tan. Dark brown eyes. Answers to ‘Bear’ when in animal form.
Warrick Salehrad - puma. Pretty much just a regular mountain lion - thick red fur with a white underbelly, black tailtip, and black muzzle markings. Notably retains his earrings in animal form; two rings in his left ear, one in his right. Dark, almost black eyes.
Carlisle Morrish - scottish deerhound. Tall and lanky, with wild, wiry black fur. Gold-yellow eyes. Left ear is missing the top third of it, the remaining bit of ear is ragged at the edges.
Kanda Salae - ruddy mongoose. Long and lithe with copper-gray fur. Adorable black paws and tail tip. Brown eyes.
Luka Kovac - barn owl. Feathers are more dark grey than tan, with a very distinct strip of dark feathers down the center of his white face. Blue eyes.