on one hand, doing traditional gingerbread houses would be sweet and in general the two of you love to spend time together. but this is the look of a man who would roast the shit out of your gingerbread house (but with love)
stay with me here, imagine getting all the things you need for it. you've got gingerbread panels and you're in the process of making the royal icing for it while slime pulls out a few bags of candy to use in the decoration - gum drops, candy canes, jelly beans, chocolates, basically whatever you two could grab from a local store. you question as the price reaches 75$ if you grabbed too much but slime shakes his head, "you need bricks to build." you agree.
i think it starts not as a competition, just deciding to do two separate houses so they can each look how you want them to look. you're probably going to break them afterwards anyway and just nosh on the sweet treat, but as soon as one of you accidentally knocks something off of the others and the response is a gasp and "sabotage", it turns into whoever can build the coolest looking house.
the problem is, both of you have different ideas of what would be the coolest looking house. slime is taking it too seriously and working on a gingerbread house with a complicated layout and interior rooms ("you're using too much gingerbread, you don't need to make an interior layout" "you're only saying that because you don't want to lose, give me the gingerbread") and you're working on patterns between the royal icing and the candy.
the BANTER? 😘👌🏻
"only a whore would live in your gingerbread house."
"that just means i can live there and you can't."
"woah, slutshaming? for christmas?"
you give him this incredulous look before saying "you're not a whore!" before he gasps and goes "how DARE you!" it turns into this 15 minute long rant about how yes he is a whore and the fact that you're unwilling to face who he is down at the core of his being? the worst betrayal from you he's ever experienced.
you barely remember to take pictures before you start to break at pieces, sitting on the couch leaning into him and trying to find which ones highlight both houses the best. it IS a competition afterall, and who better to ask than the boys? he brings the pictures to the yard and its a small segment on the show to have them decide (it's important to note that you're not there)
when they pick his house (he doesn't say whose is whose), he immediately is defending yours and on your side. "hers is perfect what the fuck. what do you mean mine? look - the pictures just don't do it justice. you're all wrong"
"wait do you," ludwig shakes his head "do you NOT want to win this?" aiden is laughing
"lud doesn't get it. we want women to win," nick says "stop being misogynistic dude." lud throws his hands up in exasperation and shouts that he's NOT being misogynistic.
rewatching the clip on the yard makes your heart glow.
“El pecado es un pensamiento, palabra o acción que, para un determinado credo, se
considera que va contra la voluntad de Dios y de los preceptos de la religión.
Para el catolicismo hay siete pecados capitales”.
“Un pecado capital acecha en cada esquina, en cada hogar. Y aun así lo toleramos”.
Life has been lifing, Zoloft ain't doing what it's supposed to do, and this place (normally an escape) has been way too full of negativity and hate... personally, I need something to uplift me, and I hope this will help uplift others too.
Musical Seratonin
Reblog this with three of your go-to songs when you need cheering up. Songs that make it hard to be sad when they're playing. Pass it on to others; let's make the list long. If the response is good, I'll make/share a playlist.
I know we prob all have very different musical tastes - but that's just fine! Who knows what we could discover?
Here are three of mine:
... and going back to my roots!
Tagging some people I think may want to contribute (DO NOT feel obligated), but ANYONE can participate!
The wife of Bruno Richard Hauptmann, the man convicted and sentenced to death for the kidnap and murder of the Lindbergh baby, appeared before a wildly demonstrative crowd in Yorkville, the heart of the city’s German section, February 27, 1935. She asked for funds to appeal her husband’s conviction. In response, a box two feet square was stuffed nearly a foot deep with bills, but the amount raised was not announced.